BELLY-pain

"...these are going to be your last few days." Cassie only cried further. This wasn't what she wanted. She always imagined growing old, having a long and eventful life. She hadn't even the chance to get a proper job, buy a house, or even propose to... That final thought caused her eyes to widen. No, this couldn't happen. She couldn't die. "So gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous," the creep stroked Cassie's belly with feather fingertips, paying attention to her sides as well. "Don't kill me...p-please, I have to--" "Um!" The creep lifted his hand away and grabbed her chin, forcing him to look at her. "No protests. If you're silent, maybe your death will be prolonged." His smirk was grimy, his hand sliding back down to her belly. He loved seeing how it quivered, adored it even. Fuck, he stared at her cute belly button, how he'd love to just ram a finger into it. But as his finger inched closer and closer, he realised that this torture wasn't just on her. He wanted to torture himself

Cassie came to, awakening in the arms of the masked stalker. She had idea how long she had been out cold. But she had to time to feel concerned over that. The man hadn't noticed her awaken. So she elbowed that fucker right in the nose. He let out a grown, dropping her to the forest ground. She went to stand, but soon realised she was still groggy from the tranquilliser. She stood with shaky legs, ready to make a run for it. Before she could even begin her sprint however, the man was quick to loop his arms around her tiny waist, bringing her tight to him. There was a moment of struggle, before she halted, hearing his voice in her ear. “You ever try that again...I'll skin you alive.” Cassie whimpered, the man's hands wandering all over her bare midriff. “P-Please, let me go...” His laugh was sour, squeezing her side, to which she yelped. “You know that can't happen, baby.” “I promise...if you let me go...the police don't have to know...” tears stung her eyes. “You think I'm

BellyGirl hissed in frustration as she watched the mugger scramble up off the ground and run in the opposite direction. While he was facing away she couldn't even use her belly's hypnotic powers against him so instead she made chase, darting around signposts and garbage cans as she followed directly behind the mugger, determined not to let him escape. He ran down an alleyway so BellyGirl made a sharp turn to follow, prepared to mimic the mugger as he jumped up on a closed dumpster, over a pile of cinderblocks, onto a metal container, and up onto a tall chain-link fence. BellyGirl leapt over the cinderblock wall but as she landed on the metal container she found herself tipping, and in her desperate scramble to right herself she overbalanced. BellyGirl let out a surprised yelp as she tipped backward, arching her back just in time to avoid banging painfully against the line of cinderblocks. He arms flung out automatically to catch herself, leaving her in a backbend with her hands flat

BellyGirl swooped silently in through the broken window of the upper-story office, making the thief in front of her jolt in surprise before whirling around to face BellyGirl. The thief was a woman slightly more petite than BellyGirl, clad all in black with form-fitting clothes that emphasized her fitness, despite her smaller stature. “Get out of here, BellyGirl!” the thief snarled, raising her fists as she squared up against the vigilante. “I don’t have time for this!” “Neither do I,” BellyGirl retorted, darting away just in time to avoid the fist that the thief swung her way. In the small office it was too close-quarters for her to use her powers, as even a second of letting her guard down would give the thief an opening to take her down, but BellyGirl was no slouch at hand-to-hand fighting. She managed to get a hit in on the woman’s shoulder, sending the thief hissing backwards before she retaliated with a punch aimed at BellyGirl’s midriff. She quickly sucked in her exposed belly

BellyGirl grunted as she threw a punch at the mugger she’d cornered in the back of the alleyway. “I could do this all night, but I really don’t want to!” she growled, glowering at the cornered mugger. “So let’s end this soon, alright?” “Fine by me,” the mugger said, showing his teeth in a menacing smirk. BellyGirl took a deep breath and began to undulate her stomach, but before she could bellydance long enough to put the mugger into a hypnotic trance, her concentration was shattered by a strong fist that hit her belly with a loud ‘smack,’ sinking down deep into the depths of her stomach and forcing the air to jolt from BellyGirl’s lungs with a pained gasp. She doubled over in an immediate attempt to protect her vulnerable midriff but the mugger grabbed her shoulders and switched their places, forcing her into the corner of the alley where she was less able to defend herself. Taking advantage of her distracted state, he grabbed the collar of her spandex top and clenched it in his fist