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Chapter #7
They wake her up along the way for “explorat...
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Karmilla awoke to feel herself being jostled and carried by the dryads. She was on a stretcher made of bark and leaves, with her wrists tied to its frame. The head Dryad, hearing the witch’s mumbled groan of awakening, turned back to smile at the girl.
She said to her sisters carrying the stretcher “set our friend down. Since she is awake now, I see no reason to have a little fun before we get home. Come to think of it, I know a way to keep this little witch occupied for the whole trip!”, as her face breaks into a wicked smile.
The sisters out Karmilla down and step out of hearing range for a moment to converse. All Karmilla can overhear are faint whispers
“It worked last time...” “yes but last time was a different type of navel...” “but it got that girl to submit didn’t it sister?” “Yes yes, fine. But what type of...?” “I think I know just the one”.
The dryads returned, each smiling forebodingly. One ran off to the trees and seemed to be rummaging behind a log for a while. She returned and Karmilla gulped in confusion and fear when she saw what the dryad held in her fingers: a wriggling, fuzzy worm. Karmic last started up at her captors in confusion. She was still face up on her stretcher.
The dryad holding the worm saw this look and smiled, saying “you might be able to guess what we plan to do with this little worm. The last girl we had come though here had a navel too thin for us to tickle. Her belly was wonderful but her true weak point was barred from our fingers. My sisters and I found another way to drive the girl wild. Our fingers couldn’t fit in her belly button, but a worm like our little friend here could. Oh how she squirmed and laughed all the way home! We’re betting this little thing will draw the same effects. Let’s try it out!”
And so the dryad dropped the little worm right next to the belly button of Karmilla. Her sexy hips shook and she was almost belly dancing out of her skirt trying to get the worm to leave her belly. She looked down in fear as the little thing squirmed over her rim and began its descent. She looked up at her captors for pity just as the worm began its path across the inner walls of her belly button. Giggles erupted immediately from the tickles
The dryads only giggled and bent to pick up the stretcher to continue their walk. They knew that wasn’t the last plea they’d hear, indeed the worm hadn’t truly even begun to torture Karmilla. Eventually she’d reach the point behind begging when she just would accept the work that danced across her most ticklish depths. But there’d be a while before then, so the dryads began walking and enjoying Karmilla’s ever growing desperate laughter.
The worm dove deeper into the witch’s ticklish tummy button. The tiny creature wriggled across the walls of her belly button and stroked the soft crevices found there. Karmilla’s laughter ratcheted up a notch and she began to shake her head and hips in a mad hope to dislodge the worm. That hope died as her back arched and her laughter rose to hysterical levels when the worm finally reached the folds at the bottom of the witch’s belly button. Her hour glass figure shook with laughter as her tummy quivered from ticklish sensations.
This went on for about 30 minutes of torturous laughter the dryads adored until they all smiled wickedly as they saw their tickle slave reach a new level of belly button tickling. The young witch’s body tended and her belly button shivered vulnerably as the worm squirmed across the tender knot at the core of the witch’s belly button. Her eyes flew wide and her head shook from side to side as her laughter caught in her throat. The dryads merely laughed and knew their captive was going to enjoy the looong walk back to their home. The witch glanced down at her belly button as the tickle button at its core was stroked by an unseen yet deviously small creature. She threw her head back as the worm traveled over a particularly soft fold in her belly button and she tried to struggle in her bonds in the hopes to end the insane tickled to her belly button. All thoughts of resistance failed when the worm again wriggled across the tickle core of her belly button. The little slit in which this button was found, her navel clit, was tickled by this worm incessantly. The boisterous laughter of Karmilla often arching up into silent hysterics was the only sound as the dryads marched towards their home.
Karmilla could be heard from her stretcher letting the world know her belly button was being tickled. Her laughter was automatic and out of her control.
HhahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHPLEEEEEAAAASEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHHhahahA——-“ and the silent laughter again took her pleas away as the worm seemed to always know just when to stroke the folds to reveal the witch’s tickle button.
Thus this continued until the dryads reached their home, an overgrown cave that led into their spacious subterranean home. Here they can finally enjoy their new tickle slave directly. Do they...
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