Jessica, her body squirming from the tickling and her navel turning red, realized, decided to make a break for it!
She tried to push off the wall and use her leverage to shove Agnes off of her, but her foot slipped on the wall and her arms were weak from the laughter Agnes’ finger caused wild twisting in her belly button.
Jessica tried to push feebly against Agnes while laughing hysterically.
“HAHAHAHAHA PPLLEEEEEEAAASE SSSTTOOOOOPP!!” Jessica cried as he navel was tickled by the wrinkly old finger of Agnes and tears streamed down her face.
Agnes noticed the failed escape attempt and didn’t like it one bit. Her wrinkly face grew angry, then sadistic, as her other hand pinned Jessica’s wrists together and held them to the wall. She smirked evilly and said “Oh honey, that wasn’t smart. All you’ve done is earn more tickled for the sweet tummy button! And this time I think I’ll dig deeper!
Jessica gulped snd shook her head, pleading with Agnes as left over tickle shocks rang out from her belly button. “Nnnnooo hehe plleeease just let meee gooo hehehe!”
Agnes was not so kind, and said to Jessica “no, I think you will be a fine tickle toy once I’ve gotten you home.” And with wicked glee she cried “But for now, it’s time for punishment!” And She re-entered her finger into the blonde beauty’s ticklish tummy button, immediately eliciting a gasp and rapid giggles from Jessica as the finger delved deeper. Her giggles grew into laughs as the finger twisted in its descent, making the wrinkles in Agnes’ finger feel like a thousand feathers stroking her navel walls. She shook her denim-shorts clad hips, but still the finger sunk freer into her navel. Her crying eyes shit wide open as Agnes’ finger touched the bottom of the blonde’s tan navel, and her firm body quivered as Agnes looked at her in desire. “Oh yes dear, I think this button needs to be pressed. I told you I’d go deeper and I’ve reached your tickle button. Should I press it, see what happens?” Jessica shook her head frantically, dreading the unbearable tickles and the complete vulnerability of her belly button to this old women. She knew she wouldn’t be able to resist Agnes anymore if this happened. Agnes cackled, seeing the deer in Jessica’s eyes. She said “I have a feeling you don’t want me to press this button.” And she got really close to Jessica’s head that leaned against the wall. She whispered “But that’s why I’m going to press this button until you beg to be my tickle slave.”. Jessica’s eyes opened wide and her sexy body trembled as Agnes’ finger went to work stroking the folds of Jessica’s deep, tan navel. The blonde beauty’s mouth dropped open in riotous laughter and her swiveling hips couldn’t dislodge the finger driving her insane. Her button’s folds were ravaged by the old woman’s finger and its wrinkles, driving her up a wall (literally and metaphorically). She screamed laughter and shook her head back and forth at the unimaginable ticklish sensations Agnes was so masterfully drawing from one finger inside the teenager’s tummy button. Her mind was one unending message of ticklish panic as Agnes stared into Jessica's tear filed eyes. After 15 minutes of this relentless ticking, Agnes saw Jessica grow weak and nearly pass out. She retracted her finger and massaged the blonde’s lower belly, drawing giggles from her tired mouth. She asked Jessica “will you follow me to my car?” Tired as she was, Jessica looked up definitely and as she opened her mouth to say “NO”, Agnes’ finger traced around Jessica’s navel rim and watched as the navel quivered and her tummy sucked in from the tickling. Jessica descended into giggles and Agnes saw in the blonde teen’s eyes, her will was broken. She meekly agreed to follow Agnes, and Agnes kept an arm around Jessica’s waste the whole walk, with the occasional squeeze of Jessica’s tanned curves when they passed by any mall cops or exits, just to keep her in line. Once the got outside, Agnes took Jessica to her car and pinned her stomach first to the door as she searched her bag for keys. Her left pointer finger traced Jessica’s belly button, enduring Jessica remembered who was in charge and who was the tickle slave. With the keys found, Jessica is buckled in to the passenger seat and has her hands tied behind her bag with rope Agnes kept in her car for times like this. As she got in on her side, Jessica squirmed snd began to look around, as if for an escape. Agnes noticed, and said “My little peach, if you are looking for an escape, there is none. But to deter you, I created this device to stop girls in my car from disrupting the drive. She reached behind her end grappled a belt covered in soft fur with one protruding brush if fur in the center. She wrapped it around Jessica and the fur brushed her tummy, making her giggle. The brush poised right above her navel, and she sucked in her tummy to avoid it. Agnes wasn’t allowing this, and pressed the buckle to activate the belt. Vibrations sang through the belt, forcing the fur to do wonders on Jessica’s soft skin. Her lower belly, sides, and tummy were furiously ravaged by the fur. Her tummy was forced to be released and the brush was pushed into her navel, touching the very bottom and all the walls. Through her laughter, Jessica saw Agnes smile sadistically and say “That’s not even the best part. I’ve got to really make you laugh honey!” As she pressed the belt’s buckle again. The rush whirred to life within Jessica’s navel, treating it to a blindingly fast tickling of vibrating and twisting fur right against her navel walls. The folds of her navel were not shunned either, which sent her bios wriggling I’m ticklish agony as her tickle button on the bottom of her belly button was again, vulnerable to the ticklish whims of Agnes. Her wriggling hips drew her denim shorts lower on her hips, giving the belt’s fur more surface area in which to tickle and scrub. At this, Jessica devolved knot silent laughter as tears if mirth ran down her cheeks. With her arms behind her back, all she could do was wriggle and laugh. The head rest was moved by Agnes’s hand, and now all Jessica could do was stare at her own trembling tummy as her navel was tickled mercilessly by the brush and her tummy quivered under the belt’s fur. With that, Agatha put the car into drive and pulled out of the mall’s parking lot. When she gets home, will she introduce Jessica to her new captivity and lay down the obedience rules (with tickles to reinforce the lessons)? Or will she take Jessica home and tickle her belly and belly button mercilessly until Jessica’s will breaks and she submits to Agnes’s rule?
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