Agnes the tummy tickler part 2
This story not from me Original interactive story: https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1859998-Agnes-the-Tummy These are the characters: Agnes - 85 year old lady with an ugly wrinkled face with no make up, pale, skinny body and curly gray hair. Danielle - Short black hair, yellow tank top that shows her tummy, denim shorts, and she has tanned skin Danielle sighed. Her mother was the owner of a bookshop and she asked her to take care of customers while she was buying "VERY IMPORTANT" things. "Great..." the dark haired girl mumbled. She didn't really like to be there. She wanted to hang out with her friends like every 16 years old girl. Besides, she was sure her mother pretented to buy books etc. just for her to keep the bookshop : She wanted her daughter to be more responsible and serious and she thought the bookshop was a good way to do it. Danielle stretched herself. She looked at her appearance on the mirror and smiled. She saw a well-propotioned girl with a nice tan skin and a skimpy yellow shirt that showed her flat tummy and pretty innie. Her legs were showed too thanks to the denim shorts she was wearing. She liked her body. Especially her belly button. That's why she was always wearing belly shirts or tank tops that stopped above it. Then, the door opened and she turned around to see who was coming. It was a very old woman with gray hair and a wrinkled face. The dark haired girl decided to be nice and came to her. "Hello, do you need some help?" The woman looked at her body and a creepy smile came accross her quite ugly face. Immediatly, Danielle thought she shouldn't have talked to her. "Yes, sweetie. Could you help me to find this book, please?" Hmm..." Danielle muttered while reading the note the old woman gave to her. "This book must be... Here." She said while pointing to the large shelf. Her smile faded itself : she had to take a ladder. The old lady was just grinning in a rather scary way and the girl decided to ignore her. She took the ladder and climbed to the top. "You have a very nice tummy" The woman said. Looking down, Danielle noticed she was standing just underneath the ladder! "Is she crazy? It can be dangerous!" She thought. "Oh, thanks..." she said because she didn't know how to react to this odd comment. Then, she stretched out her arms to reach the big book. "I just can resist!" The woman giggled. Before the girl could react, the witch wriggled her fingers on Danielle's bare tummy which caused her to laugh. "Hahahahaha!! Stahahahahahap!" The girl was squirming, trying to escape from the wrinkled fingers. Suddenly, the woman's finger entered in Danielle's belly button and started to scratch its bottom. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHOH!!! STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!" The girl screamed. "Is it your most ticklish spot my dear?" "YEEEEEEES!!!" "Perfect. I love it." Danielle climbed down the ladder. Her face was red and she frowned. She wanted to yell at this crazy old witch but she shut her mouth. After all, the lady was a customer and she had to be well-treated. The dark haired girl let out a sigh and gave the book to the woman who was still grinning. "Here's your book." She mumbled. "Are you angry?" "I really don't like when an unknow woman tickles me without my permission! So, yes, I'm quite unhappy." "But you're showing your pretty belly!" The old woman protested. "It doesn't mean I want to be tickled there..." Danielle sighed. "And certainly not by an old creepy witch like you!" She thought. "I think you're lying to yourself." The tickler was still smiling. The girl ignored her. She was crazy after all. She looked at the title of the book and shivered. "THE NAVEL TICKLING HISTORY" was written in golden letters. Danielle knew what the woman wanted to do to her defenseless hole. "You know, it's very good to have your belly button tickled..." The woman said with a huge smile. Danielle gulped. "Do you allow me to take a look to your little navel? I know you like it and you just don't want to admit it." Listen," Danielle replied, "even if I- did enjoy being tickled, I have to get home soon. My madre is needs help making dinner and-" The woman held up her hand. "Come on you young latina. Just come with me to my house for a little bit and you'll have a great time. I know you'll enjoy it." The wrinkled face of the woman smiled. Danielle deep down knew she wanted to be tickled, but did she really want this woman to tickle her. She gulped and slowly nodded. "Okay." She whispered. The old woman smiled. "Great, now just follow me to my car and we'll have a great time." She squeezed Danielle's side which made her burst out into giggles. "A great time." And so Danielle got into the old woman's car and buckled up as the drove off. She had butterflies in her stomach as they drove to a rural house in the middle of no where. The house was a modest 2-story house and as she walked in she saw that the house was surprisingly clean. "Follow me bonita." The old white lady said gesturing forward with her finger. They went to the center of the house which had a closet. Danielle's eyes widened as the old woman with surprising strength lifted up the floor which revealed a hidden staircase and basement. The underground basement was built with stone and had plenty of bondage gear. "Its like a dungeon." The young latina girl said. The woman nodded. "Yes." They walked over to a small table in the center of the room. "Please lay down." The old woman said patting the table. Danielle hesitated and gulped. But she eventually nodded and laid down. The table was wood, it was cold and hard and her legs hanged off the end table. Danielle didn't say anything as the old woman picked up some shackles and walked back over to her. She felt her hands shackled above her and her ankles and legs shackled to the legs of the table. "Now lets tickle that pretty belly of yours." The woman said. Danielle giggled as the woman slowly ran her hands over her soft and smooth belly. "Ohgah-hahahahahah-nonononoahaahha!" She yelled as the woman's long nails started to scratch her toned belly. Her belly convulsed as she laughed and gasped for breath. The woman ran her nails down her ribs and tummy in long strokes which drove Danielle crazy. "Ahhnono-ahahahahahahahahahaha!" She yelled as the nails ran over her swarthy skin. The nails ran across her belly fast and hard. Her belly became red as she was mercilessly tickled for half an hour. "Gootchie-goo, is bonita ticklish." The woman said as she lower her mouth and gave Danielle a raspberry. "Hahahahahahaha!" Danielle screamed. "Look's like someone really likes to be tickled." She said as she squeezed Danielle's sides. She bucked and arched her back in a bid to escape the ticklish torment, but she couldn't. "Do you like to be tickled?" She asked and her ribs and sides were raked. "Come on tell me. And tell the truth!" "Haha-ye-hahaha-yes!" Danielle replied. The woman paused. "See bonita." She said in her southern accent. "You enjoy being tied and tickled.' She lightly grazed her nails across the teenage latina's tummy, making her squirm and giggle. "Don't you." "Y-yes." She replied giggling. "Good." The woman said. "Now." She put her index finger into her belly button. Danielle cried out as arched her back, making it worse. "Hahahahahaha-ahahaha-ple-pleaahahahaha-ohgah-ahahahaha!" She squirmed, twisting on the hard table. But she couldn't escape. The woman took her other hand and tickled her tummy and sides making it worse. "HAHAHAHAHAHA-PLEASE-AHAHAHAHAHAH-IAHAHACANTTAKEITAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Finally after an hour she was shown some mercy. "Its so much fun tickling your pretty belly. Its so soft and smooth." She said grazing her nails along Danielle's midsection. Danielle kept laughing for a few seconds and had to take deep breaths to compose herself enough to talk. "Okay, okay." She said taking deep breaths. "That was torturous. But I have to head home now." She said motioning to her shackles. "Leave, I'm afraid you won't be leaving this house, or even room, for quite some time sweetie." The old woman said putting on an evil smile. "What!?" Danielle yelled. "You tickled me, but I have to get home!" She shook from fear and the woman started to rub her belly. "I'm afraid you'll be staying her bonita. You're my new tickle slave." She evil grin became even bigger. "What!? I'm not your slave you witch! I'm a free girl with freedoms! You don't owe me. I'm a human-!" The woman just walked over to her and with quite a bit of strength hand gagged the young latina. The woman giggled. "You sacerficed your freedom as soon as you were strapped down to that table." The woman said. "I own you know. You're not a human anymore, you. Are. My. Property. You are my tickle slave" She said the last part sternly before removing her hand. "You witch! My mother isn't going to just ignore my dissapperance." The old woman let out a cackle. "Little chica, you see....."What!?" Cries Danielle as the evil woman smiles. "Silly girl. I've been talking to your mother for months about it. She use to be my own tickle slave, for about 6 years when she was in her teens. I eventually decided to give her, her freedom in exchange for her one of her daughters. Now, her you are. Your mother thought she could hide from be, but obviously she couldn't." "This isn't fair!" Cried Danielle. "I don't want to be a slave please!" She cried her voice on the edge of tears. Anges came over and patted her belly. "Oh don't worry. I'll let you go after a few years, decade at most." She smiled. "Be submissive and it will go easy for you. Fight back and- well I have ways of diciplining you." She then digs into Danielle's sides. "Ahahahahaha-nonoahahahanoooo." The girl cries. "For now on you will call me master and obey all my commands. Understand slave." "Ahahahaha-yes-mas-mahahahahahaha-master!" She says squirming in her bondage. "This is going to be a fun 10 years." The old witch says smiling. Danielle couldn't believe this. Should she be submissive, or fight back. Poor Danielle needs to think about everything which is happening to her. She couldn't believe our own mother would betray her and give her to this mad woman. Heartbroken, the young girl thought the faster she would submit the less atrocious the tickle tortures would be. "I submit", she says quietly, a few tears dropping from her eyes. "You submit who ?" the old hag answers while pressing the depth of Danielle's belly button with her forefinger. The young latina squirmed. "Master. I submit master" she feels powerless and humilated. "Good, that's a good girlie," she strokes the smooth and tan belly like if she was stroking a cat. "Now we're gonna play some games, follow me bonita," Agnes says tying Danielle's wrists with some rope and leading her upstairs. She makes her lie down on a small table. "I wonder how tasty you little tummy is." Danielle opens her eyes wide, she knows what would happen. "NO ! wait wait wait waHAAAAAHAHAAA NAHAAHAHAHA !" without warning, the crone puts her mouth on the smooth surface of Danielle's abdomen and blows a big wet rapsberry. "PPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFF !!!" her whole mouth covers the center of the tan stomach, the nasty tongue even dropping inside the navel, looking for some walls to torment. "HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAA ! Let mehehehe gohoho !" the poor latina feels humiliated, her bare belly being mercilesly tickled by an old woman mouth. "PPPPPFFF !!! Yummy this tummy is so much tasty, even more than your mother's. Ha ha ha !" she mockingly cackled like an old witch not even notincing the distressful teen litteraly "belly laughing". Never in her whole life she would think it would ever happen to her. "Why me ?" she is thinking between sobs and laughs, trying her best to avoid the feeling of her tummy tickled. Finally after 5 minutes of non-stop raspberries on the teenage girl's belly, Agnes removes her mouth from the tan skin covered with spit. "That was a royal meal my little chica. Don't you think ?" she suddenly presses her nails against the girl's ticklish sides who has no other choices but respond positively. "Yes... it.. was," she is trying to recover her breath after this intense torture. "You will be a fine tickle toy I'm sure, for now take a rest. We will continue tomorrow," she then leaves the desperate girl sobbing, her wrists tied at each side of the table, her full belly on display. She quitly tries to think correctly between her tears: "Oh, Mommy..." she said before passes out of exhaustion. What type of tickle torture Agnes is planning to do to her new slave the next day ? If you want to see more storys about Agnes or create you story about her: https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1859998-Agnes-the-Tummy If you want to create the sequel then start from here: https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1859998-Agnes-the-Tummy-Tickler/cid/3012803-Be-Submissive I hope you enjoy it 😉...
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