Karmilla looked down in fear as the long fingers of the grinning Dryad approached her smooth tummy. The fingers slowly grazed her lower belly, sending the witch’s belly into quivers as the ticklish sensations from her belly made her giggle. Just as she thought the Dryad had forgotten about her belly button, she felt one of those long, dry fingers begin to circle her belly button’s rim. She gasped and broke into giggles as she pleaded “HEHEHEHEHhehehehhe PLEEEEAAASSEEE HEHEH NooOt myyy Bbelly Bbbuttooooon hehehHEHEHE!”. The Dryad only smiled wider as she dipped her finger into the sensitive tummy button of the Karmilla. The young witch broke out into loud belly laughs as her most sensitive spot was explored, and the other dryads slowed their tickling to watch their comrade utterly break their tickle toy with just one finger to her belly button. The navel-tickling dryad smiled smugly at her sisters, saying “Now we HAVE to keep her, after all, we can’t let a tickle button like this go to waste”-and she turned towards towards Karmilla as she dug her finger just a little deeper into the witch’s sensitive navel- “can we now?”. Karmic last could only shake her head in hysterical laughter as she pleaded through teary eyes “HAHAHAHAH NOOOOOO PLEEEEAAASEEE HAHAHAHAH LEEET MEHEHEHEHE GOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHA!” The Dryad’s sisters immediately dig into Karmilla’s sides and the navel-tickling dryad added her left hand to the witch’s quivering lower belly to tickle with strokes and scratches. Karmilla’s laugh went up an octave as the Dryad said “Now don’t you go begging us to be released anymore! You are OUR toy and OUR slave, you don’t get to be free anymore. Not when such a delicious belly button is ours to tickle however we want!” Karmilla nodded wildly, hoping agreement would stop the incessant and maddening tickles. Karmilla shakes her hips as the Dryad’s finger twists faster in her belly button, and the dry bark of her finger titillates every one of the sensitive nerves in the witch’s tickle button. The Dryad’s finger delves deeper in to Karmilla’s belly button and plumbs the girl’s most sensitive depths by swirling her fingertip across the smooth bottom of Karmilla’s belly button. With this, Karnilla’s laughter reached the silent stage and her head began to swim from the lack of oxygen. The Dryad noticed this and said to her sisters “We should bring her back home, she’s almost ours to play with forever”. Hearing this, Karmills used all of her fading strength to struggle against her bonds one last time, but to no effect. Her struggles only shoved her belly forwards, pushing the dryad’s finger deeper into her belly button, allowing it to stroke the unbelievably, indescribably ticklish folds that surround her navel knot at that core. Her screech of silent laughter was not unnoticed by the Dryads and the lead one remarked, as Karmilla’s oxygen finally failed and she slipped into unconcioisnedd after this new wave of tickled, “Her core is her weak point, that reaction was amazing. I can’t wait to dive in and discover the ticklish secrets it holds. This little witch and her tickle button were the catch of a lifetime!” And with that, Karmilla succumbed to darkness. Do the Dryads wait for her to wake up in their home deeper into the forest, or do they wake her up along the way as they are eager to explore the ticklish core of Karmilla’s button?
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