Posted by Snipe on September 27, 2001 at 19:48:25:
Hello,
This is my first attempt at story-telling. In case you haven't figured it out, I have a navel fetish. My stories always involve senarios similar to this one This and other stories will appear at Tricky Dicky's site. I'll post some here too if TD's OK with it. Please tell me if you'd like more.
Thank you.
A beautiful dawn, shadows sliding away from where the small waves gently washed against the shore, the sun crawling up the rocky hundred foot high dunes back about 20 feet from the waterline, all contributed to the start of a gorgeous day. The morning air was cool and crisp on this lonely stretch of beach. A few hours later this would be a popular place for a some of the early risers to catch some exercise, but at this time of morning the pristine beach was marked only with bits of driftwood from last week’s storm, some bunches of seaweed, and the nearly-unmarked slender body of a young woman. The tiny bikini she wore was askew, revealing her firm breasts and the manicured area between her legs. The relentless waves continued to push her limp body higher in the sand, as if to give her back, saying “I’m done now”. In a few hours, an old man, out for a little exercise will receive quite a shock, an uproar will arise in the nearby town of Rumford and a new concept of televised entertainment will arise. All this from two most unusual features of the dead girl’s body. As she lay on her back with her arms overhead and the waves rythmically pushing at her, a close examination of her delicious oval navel would reveal a tiny little bruise surrounding a miniscule puncture wound. The other feature, perhaps even stranger, was the smile on her face.
A few nights later on one of the major networks, a special broadcast came on advertising the latest “real TV” concept, related to a nature show. The ad was extremely obscure. It simply offered the most exciting TV experience in broadcast history on Friday night at 11:00 PM. So Tune in…..
As 11:00 PM rolled around all of Rumford sat by the TV. There had been no more murders, since the girl on the beach two days ago. But no one was all that eager to see if the murderer had moved on or not. The show began. Multi-colored lights and mysterious music practically begged continued viewing, even though there was still no indication of what this was all about. The opening credits came to a close, just as the music timed down. The focus of the camera shot was a distance shot of a beach at night, slowly zooming in on the beach. “Several nights ago, a woman was killed on this beach. She engaged in willing sexual acts, according to the medical examiner. The cause of death was trauma to the soft tissue in her abdomen and blood loss. This damage was caused through a minute hole in her navel.”
“This bizarre murder” the deep baritone went on, ”does have some connection to other murders in this part of the country and around the world. It is actually a wild creature from the dawn of time, according to all the myths. Every now and again one comes out of hibernation. Now if I tell you any more, I’ll ruin the story for you.” The camera zoomed in fast on the beach. Rumford held it’s breath as everyone realized that it’s the stretch of beach nearby that had attracted so much attention lately. “ And now, without further ado, I’ll introduce our hostess for tonight only, April.”
“Thanks, Bob” Said a soft dulcet voice from off camera. The lights came on to reveal a small wooden-walled room. Then lowered to show the soft features of a delicate, young woman. Long red curls framed her elven face. Full lips parted to show a smile that stretched, around her cute little button nose, to her large, green eyes. “I’m April, your hostess and entertainment for the evening.” The camera opened the shot. “As you can see, this isn’t the warmest outfit.” Again, That smile. The camera’s lense panned down. Her elegant neck, slender arms and rock hard nipples immediately attracted all male attention. Her firm breasts strained against the filmy silk wrap around her top, which revealed the tantalizing curve of her lower breast. Her firm flat belly contracted to reveal every delicately formed muscle. The long expanse of naked belly was circled just below the navel by a chain. A little bit of her long red hair waved around her small waist. Her long slender legs were sheathed in the same material as the top, with slits down the sides and her cute little feet were bare. “College students, Fraternity members , and the like , have hazed their more gullible comrades for years by sending them out on a drunken search for the famous “snipe”, an animal no one’s ever seen. According to ancient myths tied to many cultures around the world, Our snipe is a very rare killer. My job tonight is to expose myself,” and she stroked the creamy white skin of her belly. “ entice it to me, and let it kill me. Also, I’ll be giving you play by play for as long as I remain coherent.” Her arms both made sinuous motions above her head, tightening her belly muscles perceptably. “My bellybutton is so small that I should last quite a while.”
“Actually, quite a lot of thought has gone into this show. From my bare feet to my light lingerie, everything has been planned to enhance my vulnerability. Look at all the belly I’m showing. The long sexy, flat muscles, My soft white skin. Even my belly button, I mentioned it was small earlier and see this dimple here?” She points to the ring of cartledge around her delicate navel. “The snipe will crunch through it nicely, causing me no end of troubles. But enough talk, on with the show!”
"According to my contract,I could stil survive by staying in here." The door slowly opened by remote. She lithely slipped out of her “dressing room”. Her pale skin shone in the moonlight. “The remote camera that’s following me now won’t tip it off. There’s no one here for miles around. No one to save me. It’s just my cute little belly and the snipe.” Those tiny feet walked gracefully through the sand, until suddenly she stood up on her toes, arching her back slightly for balance and peered at the tree line. “There’s one in the trees. I knew it wouldn’t take long to find me. I’m going to walk to the edge of the trees. Just close enough that he’ll feel it’s O.K. to grab me.” Her delicate body wiggled deliciously as she bellydanced across the beach, then strutted sexily up to the tree line, stood there a moment, up on her tip toes, arms stretched out behind her, stretching her belly and dissappeared, with a squeel.
Her voice was breathy as the camera tracked the lightning activity. “It has me now. Gripping my waist. Ohh! It’s loving my breasts, my neck…Like I’ve never…. Ooohh.” The camera caught up. The shot had April, lying on her back, struggling under a dark shadow. Her top was torn away.Her firm little breasts and neck glistening in the moonlight. “Oh, It’s gripping my waist now. Before..(Gasp, gasp)…the snipe kills it’s prey, It lavishes the best sex a woman could ask for. (Gasp..Gasp) All over her body. Ahhhh.” Her voice was a high pitched squeel. Her glistening belly writhed under the creature’s misistrations. “Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, It’s entering me now. AHHH! It’s huge. Splitting me.” Her toned thighs gripped him tightly and she keened peircingly as an orgasm shuddered through her body. Then suddenly It seemed as if all action stopped as she lay on the ground, luxuriating in the feel of sex.
The shadow moved to hover over her. Her thighs still gripped the killer. Somewhat under control, she began to speak, “(Gasp) Now begins the next phase of the killing.” Her voice has gone up an octave and is a trifle faster, as if is she is trying to control herself. “While I recover from the orgasm, the snipe has confirmed that we’re alone. There is no one to interfere in the next phase. He plans to eventually drink blood engorged with estrogen. Sex and fear will generate enough to keep him fed for days. His penis is still in me. He’s slowly working my breasts to distract me from his real objective…..My belly button.”
The camera rushes to her delicious belly to see a long skinny projection lowering itself towards her belly button. Her now clearly frantic voice cuts in. “That’s it’s killing tool. It’s very soft flexible shaft needs a beginning. It can’t penetrate my hard belly, but it will cut through my crunchy little belly button like butter. But it’s not killing me yet.” The killing tool was trying to find her frantically struggling navel. Her long slender expanse of white belly wiggled in terror. Then it found her defined linea alba and began to follow it down to her thrashing belly button. Time slows.... Five inches…….Her eyes widen……Four inches….. Her gasping lips form a sweet little O……Three inches……Her slender arms stretch over her head, seeking something to save her…….Two inches…….The frantic pace of her frightened belly picks up..…One inch…. Her belly chain slaps loudly against her flat hard muscles…..The killing tool hovers on the ring of cartlidge around her navel and then plunges in. “Ohh I feel it working it’s way through the folds of my deep inny belly button, seeking my most vulnerable softest spot to kill me. “
Her luscious body suddenly stopped thrashing. She arced her back and let out a piercing scream. “ He’s found it. Parting my soft skin so slowly. Slowly pushing into me…Ahhh…He’s twisting it…..Ohhh……in and out, navel fucking me.” Her body thrashed in the sand. Her slender arms tried to push him off her to no avail. Then Her back arched again as she uttered a quickly cut off scream and the killing tool pulled out. “Ahh….Ahh… what are you doing with me? I felt you cum a second ago then you pulled out. Are you going to let me live?” She asked in her best little girl voice.
A deep basso voice answered softly in perfect english. “ I wasn’t killing you a moment ago. You’re desperate wiggling to save yourself gave me satisfaction.”
“So you stabbed me for sex?” Her beautiful eyes wide in disbelief. Breasts heaving as a new thought enters her mind ”So what happens now?”
“Now, I feed on your sweet little body. After you give yourself to me!”
“What?” Her face pleads. “I’ve already given myself to you. My naked belly is lying here, under you on a deserted beach, in the middle of the night. What more do you need?”
“You will hold your belly button down with one delicate finger. It was too hard to catch last time.” The killer responded.
“And if I don’t?” she replied thinking she had an out.
“You will pleasure me again….and again… and again until you do. You should know that feeding is infinitely more painful than pleasuring me, but It is an end of pain.”
“ NO! That’s so cruel. Please I’m whole, healthy, young, pretty. You can have me every night. Please I can be so good for you.” That last was a crying scream as he moved towards her soft fluttering belly. “No Please……” she begged as her delicate pointer finger slid into her suddenly frantic belly button.
Her talented perfect little belly button fought against her finger. Her thrashing body was being surrounded by the shadow. The killing tool slid past her finger into the depths of her belly. Her belly chain slapped at her soft flesh as she arched her back and screamed. The shadow continued pumping her sexy body, even as he killed her. The killer gripped her body tightly. There would be no escape for this delicate little flower.
Remembering she had an audience to edify…..”He’s gripping my belly,(gasp) making sure I can’t get away.( gasp, gasp)…Ooohhh so slowly, killing me, soo slooowly.” A thought occurs to her. Her eyes light briefly before pain overwhelms her again. “ My vulnerable little Belly, so lean and soft.” She began calmly. “No more men watching me walk down the beach. (Gasp).” It was working. Her voice rose an octave. “No more bikini contests. Ahh. ”She spoke a little faster. Her soft voice tight. ”The last time my little toes curl.Oooo. My breast heave. Oh, my belly is dancing under you…Kill it …kill it. Don’t let my little belly button escape you EEEEEee!”
Her hair whipped about. Her cute little feet slapped at the ground. Her breasts heaved tantalizingly. She raised her hands over her head and began to undulate under him, tightening her stricken concave belly. “Oh, you’re killing me now. Ahhh, I can feel you tearing my lean little belly. All those hours in the gym…working my belly out…for you.” Her struggles began to slow. ”Getting weaker…Gripping me tighter…no escape….my belly hurts……..Ahhhhhh” A moaning sound issued from her as she died. As the killer withdrew from her belly, she gasped and her back arched one last time and slowly lowered back to the ground. Spasms from her still living belly meat shook her delicate body. As that too past, The killer’s caressing shadow moved off.
The audience, the narrator, even the producer flinched as a familiar deep basso voice said, “ There will be a sequel to this show.”…….