Literature
The Trap of the Sewer King (Bellybutton Story)
It was late, I had picked up an extra shift at work to add a little extra lining to my pockets but began to regret the decision as I walked home down the dirty city streets in the dark. I knew I could cut a few minutes away by sneaking down an alley but realized at this time of night it was a risk. I didn’t care, I was tired and wanted to get home as soon as possible. I made my way down the damp alley realizing the lack of street lights wouldn’t allow me to see as well as I might need to. Right as I realized this I took a step that never hit the ground. I fell quickly a few feet down before I was stopped abruptly by my upper body being too large to fit all the way down the hole I had stepped into. “Shit, someone left a manhole open.” was my initial thought, until I realized what was hugging tightly on my rib cage felt more like rubber than metal. I struggled greatly as my feet kicked around searching for something to push off of in the space which I couldn’t see. It had to be a sewer line which was open, but again, the manhole felt modified; as though it was meant to keep something stuck in it. I tried to push myself up with my arms but the rubber was tight around my rib cage. “Fine, I’ll call someone.” That thought was cut short by the realization that my phone was in my pocket which was below the manhole, so my hand couldn’t reach it. Panic began to set in as I realized I was stuck in a bad part of town at night, with no way to defend myself. Not to mention I had no idea what lurked in the sewers which my legs and the lower half of my torso were stuck in. Suddenly I heard a strange scratching noise accompanied by a low murmur in the sewers below me. “H-Hello?” I asked nervously. The noise stopped. A few seconds later I felt a light hot air current on my stomach which could only be described as a breath. I hadn’t realized my shirt bunched up around my ribs as I had fallen, leaving my belly exposed. My legs kicked wildly out of fear as I tried to push away whatever was down there. They hit nothing. “What have we caught today?” A chilling voice croaked from the sewers. “The trap has worked!” It howled excitedly. My heart raced, “Who are you?!?” I shouted, with a disregard for any disturbances I might cause to the neighborhood around me. The voice laughed, “I am the the sewer king! My subjects will be most pleased by this discovery.” “Let me go! I’ll call the police!” I threatened. The sewer king laughed again. My heart dropped at his disregard for my threat. “So exposed, so sensitive.” I heard him say as I felt his breath of my stomach again. My legs kicked wildly, trying to connect with something, but he was far too fast. The sewer king giggled, “You will be such fun!” He exclaimed. Without warning I felt a cold, slimy, and bony hand grab my side. I shrieked as it squeezed aggressively. My legs kicked once more but again, nothing. His hand let go as I caught my breath. “What is this?” He asked with a great curiosity. I didn’t even really hear the question, I was too shocked by the whole situation. “Let me go, please!” I begged. A sharp jolt straight to my bellybutton was my response. I yelped with surprise as his untrimmed finger nail prodded the base of my innie. I kicked violently and hit nothing as he scratched at my bellybutton with a disturbing excitement. I laughed uncontrollably as he probed every inch of my small innie bellybutton. I rarely had to deal with any kind of bellybutton tickling, but I already knew it was deathly ticklish before this experience; so my hopes were not very high when he said, “This is the most fun I’ve had in years.” as he withdrew his gnarled finger with a light pop from my tight navel. “What a scrumptious treat!” He cackled. I breathed heavily as I tried to regain my composure from the assault on my most sensitive spot. Before I could ask him to release me again, I felt some chains wrap around my ankles tightly. I tried to move my legs but found whatever the chain was anchored to was far too heavy for my legs to move. “You’ll thank me” the king said, “What I’m about to do will make you thrash like crazy!” “Whats th—“, I was cut off as his hands grabbed my sides and I felt a wet dart-like sensation in my navel. His tongue flicked around in the deepest most unexplored crevices of my bellybutton. I laughed so hard I couldn’t breath, the whole neighborhood had to be awake from my tortured screams at this point. He continued to French kiss my innie with a passion that would make you think it was the best thing he had ever tasted. My legs wanted to kick but couldn’t, my arms flailed around like crazy as they slapped at the concrete around the manhole. My fingers clawed madly at the manhole, trying to help me free myself from the ticklish torture. He did not relent. The tongue might as well have owned my bellybutton, in reality the sewer king did at that point. I laughed and begged and cried for what seemed like an eternity as his tongue lapped at navel, leaving nothing untouched. He nibbled at the rim of my innie which made me sweat heavily and even slip out an involuntary moan. Finally, he stopped. He patted my abused belly a few times, which had to be bright red and pink from his treatment of it. I could feel my stomach shake with shallow breaths as my eyes fluttered from exhaustion. I have my idea how he didn’t get tired or bored or tonguing my little navel. My legs were limp as I felt a long stream of drool running from my bellybutton where his tongue had pooled it up. I felt violated and unclean. Worse, I didn’t hate the experience. I let my head fall forward a little as I could almost hear the drool stream from my bellybutton drip into the sewer water below my legs. The sewer king was quiet for a long while, “Hello?” I asked meekly. No response. After a few minutes the familiar scratching and murmuring grew louder. “Ahhhh you’re still here!” The voice of the sewer king said happily. I was too tired to protest but my bellybutton tingled in anticipation of what he might do next. Then I noticed that the murmur was much louder than last time. “I have brought friends!” The sewer king said as he laughed. I could hear excited giggling from several direction below me. I looked at the night sky, it had to be almost morning, I had been there for at least eight hours. I closed my eyes and accepted my defeat, I couldn’t fight them all. Not in my current state and certainly not after the sewer king had already had his way. I felt several hands and finger tips cautiously touch my belly, as though they were getting acquainted with it. My abs flexed involuntarily at the touch, a soft murmur was the response to this. There had to be at least 5 sets of hands on me. They grew more bold, poking and squeezing all around my belly. I wanted to fight and kick but couldn’t, I had no energy. Eventually one brave finger strayed into my bellybutton. Sewer king giggled at this. The finger poked in gently, then withdrew, then it poked again, then it withdrew, then it poked more aggressively, then withdrew quick. The pace and aggression picked up, this process went on for a minute while I felt the other hands stop touching my tummy. I laughed lightly but my ribs hurt. The finger stopped. Then, in a flurry, I felt five fingers trying to edge their way into my innie. All of them equally aggressive in there pursuit of fitting into it. The drool from sewer king made it much more slippery and easy to finger. The fingers pushed each other, one slipping into my button for a second before it was forced out and replaced by another. They began to stretch my bellybutton as two fingers now managed to push into my navel and probe it. I went cross eyed after a few minutes of this over stimulation. The sewer people seemed as though they would never be satisfied. They couldn’t get enough of my bellybutton. To make things worse the king said, “Taste it”. My heart stopped, “I am so done for” was my last coherent thought as one tongue plunged into my bellybutton. It licked far more passionately than did the kings, it was quickly pushed out and replaced by another which was equally eager. All five tongues were vying for position within my navel, if they couldn’t get in they would settle for licking my sides and ribs. I laughed painfully even though I couldn’t bear it, eventually I began babbling nonsense. I could almost swear my bellybutton was going numb; but every time this stupid thought entered my mind a tongue would flick a nerve which hadn’t been stimulated enough and my whole body would buck uncontrollably. My bellybutton was raw from the fingering and licking but they didn’t care, it was a treat to them and they refused to let it have a break. Then, the sun peeked out over a roof top. The sewer king sensed this and I heard him talk to his subjects in a low tone as all the tongues ceased, but a merciless finger and thumb pinched my bellybutton rim and rolled it between them. After some deliberation the sewer king spoke to me from below the manhole. “You are a savior to my people! Entertainment which has never been seen before!” My navel quivered as proof to his statement. “We have decided you will live with us, in sewer city!” He added. This snapped me out of my trance. “No! You’ve had your fun, let me go now!” I said sternly. He laughed. The manhole trap I was caught in made a clicking noise a few times and then I fell down into the sewer with them. A metal manhole was quickly placed over the vacancy and I was sealed in darkness. I tried to scream but a musty rag was shoved into my mouth and tied behind my head. I wanted to fight but was far too tired to even stand, let alone throw a punch. Two bony hands seized my arms and I felt myself being drug through the sewers by the kings subjects. Tears began to well up in my eyes as I came to terms with my predicament. In my misery I thought about my decision to cut through an alley to save a few minutes. It licked far more passionately than did the kings, it was quickly pushed out and replaced by another which was equally eager. All five tongues were vying for position within my navel, if they couldn’t get in they would settle for licking my sides and ribs. I laughed painfully even though I couldn’t bear it, eventually I began babbling nonsense. I could almost swear my bellybutton was going numb; but every time this stupid thought entered my mind a tongue would flick a nerve which hadn’t been stimulated enough and my whole body would buck uncontrollably. My bellybutton was raw from the fingering and licking but they didn’t care, it was a treat to them and they refused to let it have a break. Then, the sun peeked out over a roof top. The sewer king sensed this and I heard him talk to his subjects in a low tone as all the tongues ceased, but a merciless finger and thumb pinched my bellybutton rim and rolled it between them. After some deliberation the sewer king spoke to me from below the manhole. “You are a savior to my people! Entertainment which has never been seen before!” My navel quivered as proof to his statement. “We have decided you will live with us, in sewer city!” He added. This snapped me out of my trance. “No! You’ve had your fun, let me go now!” I said sternly. He laughed. The manhole trap I was caught in made a clicking noise a few times and then I fell down into the sewer with them. A metal manhole was quickly placed over the vacancy and I was sealed in darkness. I tried to scream but a musty rag was shoved into my mouth and tied behind my head. I wanted to fight but was far too tired to even stand, let alone throw a punch. Two bony hands seized my arms and I felt myself being drug through the sewers by the kings subjects. Tears began to well up in my eyes as I came to terms with my predicament. In my misery I thought about my decision to cut through an alley to save a few minutes. Here I was, being dragged through the sewers, a steady stream of drool still coming from my abused innie, as I was getting ready to spend the forceable future as a prisoner in sewer city. #bellybutton #innie #navel #bellybuttonfetish #navelplay #bellybuttontickle #bellybuttontorture #belly #ticklish #naveltickle #tickle