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Just when she was convinced that Nia's belly button was going to twist off in her fingers, the poor appendage unable to bridge the large gap between Michelle's hand and Nia's belly any longer, Nia gasped, "Stop!

Her eyes almost popped out when she read, "3 inches? Nia began heaving in deep breaths, gently patting her navel which looked flushed and sore from the abuse.

That has to be the most elastic belly button I've ever seen. She wasn't sure which navel she was most impressed by; the shape and size of Vada's belly button was delightfully unique, while Imani's belly button was unbelievably deep and malleable.

The smoothness and silkiness of the bottom of Carlee's made touching it an addiction, and Michelle was fascinated by Nia's effortless ability to transform her inbetweenie into a round, perfect outie that could be stretched beyond the limits of most belly buttons.

Perhaps the sensitivity test would give her better insight as to which belly button was deserving of the Most Amazing Belly Button title.

She considered saving Nia for last again as the dark-skinned woman was still rubbing her aching navel, but instead Michelle stepped closer to the young woman.

Tell me, do you think you have a sensitive belly button? The round nub didn't change in appearance at all. So it will affect your belly button if I use this?

To her amusement Nia automatically sucked in her stomach, making the already-slim belly even more concave.

Michelle giggled and placed the feather on top of Nia's exposed outie belly button, wiggling it rapidly. The usually proud and composed young woman burst into giggles, bending slightly at the waist and reaching out to try to protect her belly button.

Luckily Vada stepped over and grabbed Nia's wrists, pulling them behind her back to prevent her from stopping the tickling.

Nia laughed even harder at the teasing, her belly shaking as Michelle relentlessly waved the feather over the top of the knot and around the sides of the base.

After a few more seconds Michelle put the feather back into her belt and placed her fingertip on the top of Nia's outie. With a gentle push she shoved the outie back into its hole, returning it to its inbetweenie-state for a much-needed rest.

Vada moved back to stand on top of her marked x, looking both excited and wary and Michelle stood in front of her.

Michelle smirked at the pale young woman in front of her. The object was brand-new, with the bristles on the head still stiff from coming just out of the box.

Michelle didn't bother to hide her grin when Vada gaped, looking nervous. Michelle turned the electric toothbrush on and placed it on top of the center of Vada's spiral navel, letting the bristles swirl in rapid circles over the sensitive skin.

Vada burst out laughing immediately, squrming as much as she could while trapped in Nia's hold. Stohohohop, it tihihickles!

She held the toothbrush in one hand and used her other hand to push down on Vada's belly, pulling on the bottom rim and side rim of Vada's navel to try to create an opening.

Then she turned the toothbrush, sliding the head into the crevice at the center of the spiral. Vada was falling apart, and Michelle could see that all three of the other contestants were giggling at her predicament.

With a reluctant sigh Michelle pulled the toothbrush out of Vada's belly button and turned it off. The pale woman's stomach was still shaking with aftershocks from the tickle attack when Michelle patted it comfortingly.

Leaving Vada to recover Michelle moved to stand in front of Imani. The contestant stuck her soft, golden brown belly out like a challenge, looking unconcerned by Michelle's proximity.

Michelle wiggled her finger around the rim of Imani's deep innie before poking her finger in and tickling the inner walls of her belly button. Imani giggled quietly but Michelle was looking for a stronger reaction.

She pulled out the fluffy purple feather and stuck it inside Imani's belly button, twirling it around so the soft whisps of the feather swirled over the sensitive skin of her inner navel walls.

Imani continued giggling quietly. Michelle frowned and pulled out her electric toothbrush. She turned the toothbrush on and slid it inside Imani's belly button.

She dragged it over the walls of Imani's navel as she pushed it down further and further. When the toothbrush hit the bottom of the deep innie Michelle maneuvered it around, letting the stiff whirling bristles flick rapidly over the small knot at the bottom of Imani's belly button.

Still, Imani continued giggling softly. Stumped, Michelle put the toothbrush away and considered Imani's belly button.

She was close to giving up and moving on to Carlee before a wicked idea crossed her mind. Michelle crouched down until her face was level with Imani's belly button.

She grabbed the contestant by the sides of her plush muffin top and put her mouth on top of Imani's belly hole before blowing a loud raspberry.

Imani let out a loud, wordless shriek of laughter, a reaction that even she seemed surprised by. Michelle grinned and put her lips to Imani's belly button again, blowing another raspberry.

Then she slipped her tongue inside the deep cavity, swiping her tongue in circles around the inner walls of Imani's belly button.

Noisy giggles from above her head told Michelle that her tickling attempts were a success. She poked her tongue deeper, pressing her face flush to the softness of Imani's belly in order to let her tongue reach the bottom of the hole.

She managed to flick her tongue tip across the small knot at the bottom of Imani's belly button, eliciting a loud stream of laughter.

Will you admit to being ticklish or do I need to pry it out of you? Carlee giggled. Taking her at her word, Michelle poked her finger into Carlee's large, shallow innie.

She scratched her fingernail gently over the flat, smooth bottom of Carlee's belly button, eliciting some cute, snorting giggles from the other girl.

Michelle wiggled her finger faster, swirling her nail over the bottom of Carlee's innie until the other girl was shaking with laughter, her soft belly jiggling up and down with it.

Michelle pulled her finger away and smiled at the four young women. I know whose belly button is the softest," She poked Carlee's innie, eliciting another giggle, before she stepped in front of Imani, "the deepest," and she pinched the rim of Imani's belly button, "the largest and the most sensitive," She teased, stroking Vada's spiral navel, "and the most elastic," and she pulled down on the bottom rim of Nia's belly button to poke her round navel knot.

Show me your belly button's hidden talents! Nia, I'm going to start with you. She demonstrated, quickly yanking her knot out from behind the rim of her belly button and twisting it around to create a round outie ball.

To demonstrate she tugged on the outie, easily pulling it out a full inch from her stomach. She turned to Vada next. Vada held the notebook out to her and said, "Can you hold this for me?

Then Vada took the end of the pencil and stuck it eraser-first into her belly button, wedging the thin wooden rod into the crevice between the inner and outer portion of her spiral belly button.

She took a deep breath before pushing her belly forward until the pencil touched the paper. As Michelle watched in amazement Vada flexed the toned muscles of her stomach, expertly maneuvering the pencil to write, My talent is my belly button's muscle control.

When she was finished Michelle pulled the notebook back to look at it. The words were barely wobbly, looking neat and legible considering they'd been written with a belly button rather than a hand.

Next was Imani, who pulled a handful of coins out of her pocket and handed them to Michelle. Imani did a backbend, placing her hands on the floor with her belly arched upward vulnerably.

Michelle located the smallest coin, a penny, and placed it inside Imani's navel. As she pushed it down the coin forced the walls of Imani's belly button apart slightly as she pressed it flush against the bottom of the belly hole.

The next five pennies slid in easily, stacking on top of each other to begin filling up Imani's deep innie. The remainder of the coins were quarters, and as Michelle pressed the first quarter down she watched as the coin forced the walls of Imani's belly button to stretch further while Imani panted, both from the effort of maintaining her backbend and stretching out her belly button.

Michelle slid in another quarter, and another. Each one forced the inner walls of Imani's navel to stretch out to accomodate the coins, which stacked up higher and higher until they were level with the rim of Imani's belly button.

Imani's stomach trembled precariously as Michelle stared with amazement at the coin-filled cavity. Michelle helped pull Imani to her feet, patting the young woman's shaking stomach as some of the coins fell from her belly button.

The rest remained stuffed inside, plugging up the hole even while Imani was standing. While Imani reached inside her belly button to begin removing the coins, Michelle stepped in front of Carlee.

She held up a large, round, sparkly green jewel. It was easily much larger than her already-big belly button but Michelle watched as Carlee placed the jewel over her navel and pressed down, forcing it into her stomach until, with a soft suctioning noise, it slid past the rim of her shallow innie.

The smooth, soft rim and walls of Carlee's belly button stretched to accomodate the large intruding gem. The young woman began to sway her hips from side to side, dragging them in mesmerizing circles that made her belly wobble and jiggle from the movement.

As she moved faster she began rolling her belly, sucking the chub in and letting it bounce out with a wild jiggle.

In the center of her bouncing, wobbling belly the green jewel sparkled alluringly, staying in place despite the tummy movements.

After a moment Carlee's belly dancing slowed to a stop and she grinned proudly. Susan had contacted her for the sole purpose of judging the young women's belly buttons but Michelle was unsure how she could possible chose a winner.

Nia, Vada, Imani, and Carlee's belly buttons were all interesting and unique in their own ways. However, she had to make a decision. And what makes a belly button amazing?

Your belly buttons all have amazing qualities but I believe the most amazing belly button here is the one that is remarkably distinctive in both its size and sensitivity, with an appearance that is unlike any other I've ever seen.

Vada, you have the Most Amazing Belly Button! Nia, Imani and Carlee all surged forward, laughing as they hugged Vada and poked her spiral navel teasingly.

Michelle was so busy smiling at the sight that she jolted in surprise when Susan walked up to stand by her shoulder. In the excitement of the contest Michelle had all but forgotten that they were even being filmed.

You really are a belly button connoisseur. All those lovely belly buttons," She teased. I'm sure a bunch of my subscribers will decide to buy the full video!

It's always so exciting meeting others who share the same passion for belly buttons, and have such beautiful belly buttons of their own!

She certainly couldn't wait to share the experience with her subscribers, and perhaps she'd be able to find a way to keep in touch with Nia, Vada, Imani, and Carlee.

The four young women truly did have fantastic navels that Michelle would love to play with more. And who knew, maybe she could convince them to play with her belly button too?

It would only be fair play after all. Jeff and Skylar sit side by side on the couch eagerly anticipating this possible final play. Jeff who went to Roselawn University and Skylar who went to Northeastern and who's school happens to be Roselawn's biggest sports rival.

It's GOOD! Roselawn wins! Skylar meekly looks down at the floor and mutters " Oh crap. Whoever's team won the annual rivalry game between Roselawn and Northeastern got to pick a humiliating fate for the lose.

Izzie let out a soft exclamation of excitement as she saw the island come into view. At first it was just a small, dot-sized grey outline against the horizon, but as she sped her boat through the gently rolling ocean waves it gradually morphed into a larger, green-brown blob.

The closer she grew the easier it was for Izzie to make out the shape, and she took in the small beach leading up to the thicker clumps of trees that lay in the middle of the island.

Somewhere among the mountainous jungle was the Treasure of Lima, a cache of gold and silver buried on the uncivilized island by Spanish pirates centuries earlier -and Izzie was intent on finding it.

She cut the engine as she drove her boat up to the beach and threw down the anchor. The water was shallow enough that she wasn't worried about getting too wet, but she slipped out of her thick black boots and held them in her hands as she wadded the remaining few yards to the beach.

She put her boots back on and walked across the brief expanse of sand until she reached the edge of the jungle, stepping inside to get a glimpse at the foliage.

The way to the treasure was unmarked of course - no one had ever found it and with the island being uncolonized and inhabited only but an unknown number of natives, there weren't even so much as trails for her to follow.

However, Izzie wasn't known as one of the best explorers for nothing. She turned around and made to go back to her boat but before she stepped out of the trees instinct made her hold back.

She looked around and saw a cluster of natives walking across the beach toward her boat. There appeared to be two women and three men.

Their skin was a deep brown, shades darker than Izzie's own tan skin despite her time spent in hot deserts and sunny beaches.

All only just covered their genitals with cloths that appeared to be made from animal skins, leaving their lean legs bare.

All had their stomachs, chests and arms exposed, and despite the tenseness of the situation Izzie found herself appreciatively eyeing their flat, muscular stomachs and the women's round, pert breasts.

Two of the men had shaved heads while the other had hair as long as the two women's, braided back neatly and simply.

Izzie hovered behind a tree as she observed the natives approaching her boat. She heard them discussing though she was too far away to make out what language they were speaking.

Then to her horror she watched them climb aboard and systematically gather or toss out all of her items.

The natives on the island weren't known for being the most welcoming to outsiders -hence why it remained uncolonized. They'd likely destroy her boat once they'd finished looting it and Izzie didn't plan to stick around for when they went searching for the intruder who'd arrived on the boat.

Resigning herself to the loss of her backpacks, food, and other supplies, she looked down at her body.

All she had on her were her boots, green cargo shorts, cropped grey tank top, elastic holding back her ponytail, and the small knife and compass she happened to have in her pocket.

At least that would be useful. Deciding to leave the question of her escape from the island for another time, she grabbed her compass and set off toward the heart of the island where the treasure was most likely to lie.

The air was thick with humidity and despite it being early morning Izzie found herself struggling to see too far into the distance, which was an unpleasant disadvantage in a new environment.

The further she went into the jungle the less light was able to filter through the layers of branches, leaves and vines and she found herself stepping even more carefully through the underbrush to compensate.

After nearly two hours of hiking through the jungle and working up a good sweat doing so, Izzie began to see more light filtering through the treetops.

She picked up the pace and it didn't take long before she was eagerly stepping out of the jungle. The sight that greeted her took her breath away for a moment, and she would have taken a picture had her camera not been likely destroyed by the natives.

She stood atop a cliff leading down to a ravine with a fast-moving river, and all around her was the picturesque sight of untouched jungle and mountains.

Izzie walked carefully to the edge of the cliff. After looking for a few minutes she spotted rough steps carved into the cliff edge not far away. She went over and began carefully climbing down them.

It was possible they were made by the natives but equally possible that they were made by Spanish pirates centuries ago. Due to her care in moving downward without slipping over the edge it took Izzie nearly a half hour to reach the bottom of the steps.

The river flowed and burbled only twenty feet below, but it was fast and wide enough that Izzie didn't like her chances of swimming across it -not to mention whatever creatures might be hovering in wait below the surface.

Luckily at the bottom of the steps was a suspension bridge that led to the other side of the ravine. Its bottom was made from thin roughly-cut cylindrical tree branches and trunks, and it was tied with rope and had amateurly-woven rope sides.

Izzie cautiously touched one rope-woven side and gave it a shake. The bridge had to be centuries old but despite her misgivings it seemed to be the best way across.

Holding onto the rope on either side she stepped out onto the bridge. It creaked and the wood felt weak beneath her boots, but it held as she stepped further and further across.

She took cautious steps until in the middle of the bridge, she heard a louder creak. Izzie froze for a moment but, hearing nothing else and having nowhere else to go, she took another step forward.

Then the pieces of wood she was standing on gave way, dropping into the water below. Izzie felt her heart skip and beat and she screamed involuntarily as she fell, barely managing to grab onto the edges of the bridge.

She held on tightly as her body dangled in the rotted hole, and she could feel the spray of the river hitting her bare legs. She grasped the edges of the bridge more tightly and tried to pull herself up, but more of the wood gave way and sent her tumbling into the water below.

The water flowed relentlessly around her as it pushed her downstream. It was a shallow enough river that Izzie could touch the bottom but her feet only scrabbled against it, unable to find purchase.

It was all she could do to push herself up above the surface after each time she was shoved under, gasping for breath.

The walls of the ravine were growing lower and lower and the water grew deeper until she could no longer touch the bottom - the river must have been emptying out into a pond.

Finally Izzie caught sight of a large fallen tree trunk jutting out of the water near the shore. Mustering up her remaining strength she paddled as hard as she could and managed to grab onto the furthest branch.

With her arms aching she pulled herself inward. The large trunk blocked some of the rushing water so she was able to continue pulling herself into shallower, calmer water before wadding onto shore.

Izzie collapsed on the mossy, grassy shore next to the lake with her chest heaving as she gasped for air.

She was so exhausted she felt that she might pass out but she forced herself to crawl further inland until she could slump against a nearby tree, wanting to at least put some distance between herself and potential crocodiles that might come from the lake.

Then she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, still trying to recover from the ordeal. When Izzie came to again she felt marginally recovered.

Her muscles were still aching but had regained some of their energy and her clothes and body had dried thanks to the heat of the island.

For a moment she didn't want to get up, feeling warm and cozy under the weight of her blanket. There were no blankets in the jungle.

With mounting horror she looked down to see large scaly coils wrapped around her body. Izzie immediately began to struggle.

Though she wasn't afraid of snakes in general she knew that having a snake coiled around her while she was helpless and alone in the jungle meant nothing but bad news.

The snake looked to be a type of python and its coils were at least half a foot in diameter. The tail end of the snake's body was wrapped above her ankles, then there were a series of coils wrapped in succession around Izzie's knees, thighs and hips, with yet another coil wrapped under her breasts, leaving only her calves, midriff, and torso above her ribs free.

In spite of her struggling her arms were pinned to her sides by the coils and the weight of the snake's large, heavy body prevented her from even so much as rolling onto her side or her stomach.

She gasped as she felt the snake constrict sightly, squeezing her body tightly. Izzie watched with trepidation as the snake's head bent down and skimmed over her flat, toned, bare belly and she could see its tongue flicking rapidly as it tasted the air and her skin.

As she felt the snake's damp pink tongue touch her skin she tried to suck in her stomach, but the snake's coils were already squeezing her so tightly that she found herself unable to do so.

The snake continued its exploration until it located Izzie's deep, oval-shaped innie navel. Izzie let out an involuntary burst of laughter when she felt the python's forked tongue flick over the rim of her belly button.

The spasming of her belly from the laughter must have excited the snake's curiosity as it moved its head in order to probe its tongue fully into Izzie's belly button.

The noise didn't deter the snake as its tongue continued flickering around the walls of Izzie's belly button, occasionally touching the soft deep bottom of her navel.

She knew that if she didn't find a way to get free the large predator would eventually grow tired of exploring her belly button and swallow her whole, but she simply couldn't find the energy to continue attempting an escape.

Suddenly the flicking sensation in her navel stopped. Izzie tiredly blinked her eyes open to see the figure of a woman standing in front of her, with the python's head clutched in her strong grip as she held its jaws shut.

The woman poured water from a canteen on the snake's coils, splashing some on Izzie's midriff and legs as she did so. The snake began to wriggle as its body temperature was upset and it released its tight grip on Izzie's body.

The coils slid away from her body one by one as the python slithered back into the jungle. Torn between gratefulness and annoyance, Izzie glowered up at her rival.

She must of made a nice contrast to Izzie, who felt strands of her blonde hair falling out of her ponytail and had streaks of dirt on her skin and small tears in her clothes from her time in the river.

Alexandra stepped closer until she loomed over Izzie who remained lying slumped on the ground. She ignored Alexandra's pleased smirk.

People have been talking about the Treasure of Lima for hundreds of years and it doesn't take a genius to know it's more likely to be inland than out by the shores.

You help me find the treasure, and I'll help you get off this island. I did see what happened to your boat.

She knew that this was her rival's way of saying that Izzie was a better treasure hunter than her without actually admitting it.

If Alexandra felt confident in her own exploring skills she'd simply leave Izzie to rot and find the treasure herself.

And the same thing didn't happen to yours? I'm not stupid enough to just leave all my supplies out in the open. Loathe as she was to partner with her biggest rival she had to admit the partnership would be perfectly beneficial for them each.

Izzie knew she could find the island's treasure and it would be even easier with access to the tools Alexandra undoubtedly kept in her pack.

But the treasure would be a worthless find if she remained stranded on the island without a boat to make the two hour travel back to the mainland.

Despite the island being uncivilized and uncharted Izzie had a guess as to where the treasure would be located. Research and speculation on the island, the treasure, and the pirates who hid it there indicated that they would have put it as far inland as possible.

Luckily Alexandra had a topographical map in her pack which, along with Izzie's compass, led them toward the center of the island.

The two traded barbs and insults as they made their way through the jungle, only stopping to share some protein bars and water.

It was nearing sundown as they reached the point where, according to Izzie's best estimates, the center of the island was. Izzie turned to see a small pile of rocks in the shape of a pyramid, so intentional that it couldn't have been done by anyone but humans.

The two explorers hurried past the formation and spotted another not long after. They followed the pyramid trail through the clumps of trees and bushes until they emerged in a small plain.

In front of them lay different stone formations in the shapes of arches and small pyramids, along with some large stones simply lying on the ground with no apparent purpose.

On the far end of the plain was a small temple sitting on top of a man-made hill. Five large step-like stacks of stones with a small staircase in the center formed a mound on top of which sat an ancient temple.

It was small, perhaps the size of a house, with two solid stone side walls and a back wall. The front wall of the temple consisted of two large stone pillars.

In some places the stone was nearly overgrown with vines and moss, indicating its age. They exchanged an excited glance before hurrying toward it.

They bounded up the steps of the mound and then the steps of the temple until they were inside. She spun slowly around to get a good look at the faded carvings inlaid on the walls and ceiling inside the temple.

If only she had her camera she would have taken the time to document every inch. Izzie took another look around the small space, which was bare apart from the carvings, and began doing the same.

She felt along the seams of the walls, moving slowly as she took in the sight of the carvings. It nagged at her that the walls didn't look thick enough to hide much of a compartment or staircase and she turned her gaze to the floor.

After a few moments of searching she noticed a running rectangular-shaped groove in one of the corners. It's-" The words died in her throat as she took in the sight before her.

Standing on the other side of the temple were two native men stone-faced and holding spears. Struggling silently in between them with one of the men's hands holding her mouth shut was Alexandra.

Izzie tried to make a run for it but when she reached the front of the temple a native woman stepped out from behind one of the pillars, pulling Izzie against her bare chest with strong arms.

The three natives led Izzie and Alexandra out of the temple and down the steps to where two more natives -a man and a woman- were standing in the field.

It had to be the group of five who had taken Izzie's boat. The native holding Izzie captive led her over to the other two waiting natives.

The man was holding a large wooden pole that was longer in length than Izzie's body and at least a foot thick in diameter.

The woman holding Izzie released her only to roughly yank her cropped tank top over head, leaving her in her grey sports bra, and push her onto the ground.

Before she could attempt to get up the other woman pointed a spear under her throat, forcing Izzie into stillness.

The man rolled her onto her stomach and lay the wooden pole on top of her, where its weight forced Izzie to remain on the ground.

The natives unlaced her boots and tossed them to the side before drawing her arms and legs up and hogtying her to the pole.

The two women stood at either end of the pole and lifted it up so that Izzie was suspended from it in the air.

While her arms and legs were pulled up and behind the pole her bare midriff curved downward. The man stepped forward and took Izzie's grey tank top as a cleave gag for her.

Then the natives heaved the pole upward until either end rested on two tall stones that stood opposite each other, leaving Izzie hogtied and staring down at the ground in the middle.

She heard another muffled grunt and turned her head to the side to see Alexandra dangling about three feet away. Her wrists were tied above her head to the top of a stone archway which left her body hanging a foot off the ground.

She had been stripped of her tank top too, exposing her soft, curvy stomach and large breasts which were barely concealed by her low-cut lacy black bra.

She was also cleave gagged with her own tank top and her wide eyes met Izzie's as the both struggled in their bonds. Izzie could hear the natives conversing in their language nearby but she neither knew what they were saying nor cared to find out.

However one of the men saw her frantic struggling and frowned. His face was level with her stomach and he reached out to give her belly a sharp poke.

In response she flinched and a muffled squeak escaped her. The native turned to the others and gestured at Izzie and Alexandra.

Against her will giggles began to pour from Izzie's mouth. The other natives moved closer. One woman joined the man who was tickling Izzie, while the other three converged on Alexandra.

Izzie half expected the woman to join the man in poking her side, but instead she ducked underneath Izzie's hogtied form, just short enough that she could stand under Izzie's belly.

While the man continued to tickle Izzie's side and belly, the woman reached up and stuck her finger into Izzie's belly button. The gag and her laughter both served to make her words completely unrecognizable.

As she squirmed and howled with helpless laughter she glanced at Alexandra and was almost shocked. Her rival somehow always managed to seem perfect and pristine whenever they met on the hunt for treasure.

Izzie had never seen Alexandra break a sweat on her pale skin and her hair and clothing were always somehow immaculate.

That was no longer the case. Alexandra's dark hair had fallen out of its braid completely and hung in messy waves around her pink face.

Her cargo shorts had slid down on her hips so that the hem of her panties were showing and one of her breasts had popped out of her bra and was jiggling wildly as she writhed under the ticklish onslaught of the natives.

The woman was kneeling in front of Alexandra's bare feet which were bound at the ankles, and she was wiggling her fingers over Alexandra's soles and underneath her toes.

The two native men were standing on either side of her. One had a hand on her ribs and another on her breast, mercilessly tickling each with rapidly moving fingers.

The other man had ahold of Alexandra's hips and was kneading them with both hands while his face was planted firmly over Alexandra's belly.

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Jeff who went to Roselawn University and Skylar who went to Northeastern and who's school happens to be Roselawn's biggest sports rival.

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Izzie let out a soft exclamation of excitement as she saw the island come into view. At first it was just a small, dot-sized grey outline against the horizon, but as she sped her boat through the gently rolling ocean waves it gradually morphed into a larger, green-brown blob.

The closer she grew the easier it was for Izzie to make out the shape, and she took in the small beach leading up to the thicker clumps of trees that lay in the middle of the island.

Somewhere among the mountainous jungle was the Treasure of Lima, a cache of gold and silver buried on the uncivilized island by Spanish pirates centuries earlier -and Izzie was intent on finding it.

She cut the engine as she drove her boat up to the beach and threw down the anchor. The water was shallow enough that she wasn't worried about getting too wet, but she slipped out of her thick black boots and held them in her hands as she wadded the remaining few yards to the beach.

She put her boots back on and walked across the brief expanse of sand until she reached the edge of the jungle, stepping inside to get a glimpse at the foliage.

The way to the treasure was unmarked of course - no one had ever found it and with the island being uncolonized and inhabited only but an unknown number of natives, there weren't even so much as trails for her to follow.

However, Izzie wasn't known as one of the best explorers for nothing. She turned around and made to go back to her boat but before she stepped out of the trees instinct made her hold back.

She looked around and saw a cluster of natives walking across the beach toward her boat. There appeared to be two women and three men. Their skin was a deep brown, shades darker than Izzie's own tan skin despite her time spent in hot deserts and sunny beaches.

All only just covered their genitals with cloths that appeared to be made from animal skins, leaving their lean legs bare.

All had their stomachs, chests and arms exposed, and despite the tenseness of the situation Izzie found herself appreciatively eyeing their flat, muscular stomachs and the women's round, pert breasts.

Two of the men had shaved heads while the other had hair as long as the two women's, braided back neatly and simply.

Izzie hovered behind a tree as she observed the natives approaching her boat. She heard them discussing though she was too far away to make out what language they were speaking.

Then to her horror she watched them climb aboard and systematically gather or toss out all of her items.

The natives on the island weren't known for being the most welcoming to outsiders -hence why it remained uncolonized. They'd likely destroy her boat once they'd finished looting it and Izzie didn't plan to stick around for when they went searching for the intruder who'd arrived on the boat.

Resigning herself to the loss of her backpacks, food, and other supplies, she looked down at her body. All she had on her were her boots, green cargo shorts, cropped grey tank top, elastic holding back her ponytail, and the small knife and compass she happened to have in her pocket.

At least that would be useful. Deciding to leave the question of her escape from the island for another time, she grabbed her compass and set off toward the heart of the island where the treasure was most likely to lie.

The air was thick with humidity and despite it being early morning Izzie found herself struggling to see too far into the distance, which was an unpleasant disadvantage in a new environment.

The further she went into the jungle the less light was able to filter through the layers of branches, leaves and vines and she found herself stepping even more carefully through the underbrush to compensate.

After nearly two hours of hiking through the jungle and working up a good sweat doing so, Izzie began to see more light filtering through the treetops.

She picked up the pace and it didn't take long before she was eagerly stepping out of the jungle. The sight that greeted her took her breath away for a moment, and she would have taken a picture had her camera not been likely destroyed by the natives.

She stood atop a cliff leading down to a ravine with a fast-moving river, and all around her was the picturesque sight of untouched jungle and mountains.

Izzie walked carefully to the edge of the cliff. After looking for a few minutes she spotted rough steps carved into the cliff edge not far away.

She went over and began carefully climbing down them. It was possible they were made by the natives but equally possible that they were made by Spanish pirates centuries ago.

Due to her care in moving downward without slipping over the edge it took Izzie nearly a half hour to reach the bottom of the steps.

The river flowed and burbled only twenty feet below, but it was fast and wide enough that Izzie didn't like her chances of swimming across it -not to mention whatever creatures might be hovering in wait below the surface.

Luckily at the bottom of the steps was a suspension bridge that led to the other side of the ravine. Its bottom was made from thin roughly-cut cylindrical tree branches and trunks, and it was tied with rope and had amateurly-woven rope sides.

Izzie cautiously touched one rope-woven side and gave it a shake. The bridge had to be centuries old but despite her misgivings it seemed to be the best way across.

Holding onto the rope on either side she stepped out onto the bridge. It creaked and the wood felt weak beneath her boots, but it held as she stepped further and further across.

She took cautious steps until in the middle of the bridge, she heard a louder creak. Izzie froze for a moment but, hearing nothing else and having nowhere else to go, she took another step forward.

Then the pieces of wood she was standing on gave way, dropping into the water below. Izzie felt her heart skip and beat and she screamed involuntarily as she fell, barely managing to grab onto the edges of the bridge.

She held on tightly as her body dangled in the rotted hole, and she could feel the spray of the river hitting her bare legs. She grasped the edges of the bridge more tightly and tried to pull herself up, but more of the wood gave way and sent her tumbling into the water below.

The water flowed relentlessly around her as it pushed her downstream. It was a shallow enough river that Izzie could touch the bottom but her feet only scrabbled against it, unable to find purchase.

It was all she could do to push herself up above the surface after each time she was shoved under, gasping for breath. The walls of the ravine were growing lower and lower and the water grew deeper until she could no longer touch the bottom - the river must have been emptying out into a pond.

Finally Izzie caught sight of a large fallen tree trunk jutting out of the water near the shore. Mustering up her remaining strength she paddled as hard as she could and managed to grab onto the furthest branch.

With her arms aching she pulled herself inward. The large trunk blocked some of the rushing water so she was able to continue pulling herself into shallower, calmer water before wadding onto shore.

Izzie collapsed on the mossy, grassy shore next to the lake with her chest heaving as she gasped for air. She was so exhausted she felt that she might pass out but she forced herself to crawl further inland until she could slump against a nearby tree, wanting to at least put some distance between herself and potential crocodiles that might come from the lake.

Then she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, still trying to recover from the ordeal. When Izzie came to again she felt marginally recovered.

Her muscles were still aching but had regained some of their energy and her clothes and body had dried thanks to the heat of the island.

For a moment she didn't want to get up, feeling warm and cozy under the weight of her blanket. There were no blankets in the jungle.

With mounting horror she looked down to see large scaly coils wrapped around her body. Izzie immediately began to struggle.

Though she wasn't afraid of snakes in general she knew that having a snake coiled around her while she was helpless and alone in the jungle meant nothing but bad news.

The snake looked to be a type of python and its coils were at least half a foot in diameter. The tail end of the snake's body was wrapped above her ankles, then there were a series of coils wrapped in succession around Izzie's knees, thighs and hips, with yet another coil wrapped under her breasts, leaving only her calves, midriff, and torso above her ribs free.

In spite of her struggling her arms were pinned to her sides by the coils and the weight of the snake's large, heavy body prevented her from even so much as rolling onto her side or her stomach.

She gasped as she felt the snake constrict sightly, squeezing her body tightly. Izzie watched with trepidation as the snake's head bent down and skimmed over her flat, toned, bare belly and she could see its tongue flicking rapidly as it tasted the air and her skin.

As she felt the snake's damp pink tongue touch her skin she tried to suck in her stomach, but the snake's coils were already squeezing her so tightly that she found herself unable to do so.

The snake continued its exploration until it located Izzie's deep, oval-shaped innie navel. Izzie let out an involuntary burst of laughter when she felt the python's forked tongue flick over the rim of her belly button.

The spasming of her belly from the laughter must have excited the snake's curiosity as it moved its head in order to probe its tongue fully into Izzie's belly button.

The noise didn't deter the snake as its tongue continued flickering around the walls of Izzie's belly button, occasionally touching the soft deep bottom of her navel.

She knew that if she didn't find a way to get free the large predator would eventually grow tired of exploring her belly button and swallow her whole, but she simply couldn't find the energy to continue attempting an escape.

Suddenly the flicking sensation in her navel stopped. Izzie tiredly blinked her eyes open to see the figure of a woman standing in front of her, with the python's head clutched in her strong grip as she held its jaws shut.

The woman poured water from a canteen on the snake's coils, splashing some on Izzie's midriff and legs as she did so.

The snake began to wriggle as its body temperature was upset and it released its tight grip on Izzie's body. The coils slid away from her body one by one as the python slithered back into the jungle.

Torn between gratefulness and annoyance, Izzie glowered up at her rival. She must of made a nice contrast to Izzie, who felt strands of her blonde hair falling out of her ponytail and had streaks of dirt on her skin and small tears in her clothes from her time in the river.

Alexandra stepped closer until she loomed over Izzie who remained lying slumped on the ground. She ignored Alexandra's pleased smirk.

People have been talking about the Treasure of Lima for hundreds of years and it doesn't take a genius to know it's more likely to be inland than out by the shores.

You help me find the treasure, and I'll help you get off this island. I did see what happened to your boat.

She knew that this was her rival's way of saying that Izzie was a better treasure hunter than her without actually admitting it.

If Alexandra felt confident in her own exploring skills she'd simply leave Izzie to rot and find the treasure herself.

And the same thing didn't happen to yours? I'm not stupid enough to just leave all my supplies out in the open. Loathe as she was to partner with her biggest rival she had to admit the partnership would be perfectly beneficial for them each.

Izzie knew she could find the island's treasure and it would be even easier with access to the tools Alexandra undoubtedly kept in her pack.

But the treasure would be a worthless find if she remained stranded on the island without a boat to make the two hour travel back to the mainland.

Despite the island being uncivilized and uncharted Izzie had a guess as to where the treasure would be located. Research and speculation on the island, the treasure, and the pirates who hid it there indicated that they would have put it as far inland as possible.

Luckily Alexandra had a topographical map in her pack which, along with Izzie's compass, led them toward the center of the island.

The two traded barbs and insults as they made their way through the jungle, only stopping to share some protein bars and water.

It was nearing sundown as they reached the point where, according to Izzie's best estimates, the center of the island was.

Izzie turned to see a small pile of rocks in the shape of a pyramid, so intentional that it couldn't have been done by anyone but humans. The two explorers hurried past the formation and spotted another not long after.

They followed the pyramid trail through the clumps of trees and bushes until they emerged in a small plain.

In front of them lay different stone formations in the shapes of arches and small pyramids, along with some large stones simply lying on the ground with no apparent purpose.

On the far end of the plain was a small temple sitting on top of a man-made hill. Five large step-like stacks of stones with a small staircase in the center formed a mound on top of which sat an ancient temple.

It was small, perhaps the size of a house, with two solid stone side walls and a back wall. The front wall of the temple consisted of two large stone pillars.

In some places the stone was nearly overgrown with vines and moss, indicating its age. They exchanged an excited glance before hurrying toward it.

They bounded up the steps of the mound and then the steps of the temple until they were inside. She spun slowly around to get a good look at the faded carvings inlaid on the walls and ceiling inside the temple.

If only she had her camera she would have taken the time to document every inch. Izzie took another look around the small space, which was bare apart from the carvings, and began doing the same.

She felt along the seams of the walls, moving slowly as she took in the sight of the carvings. It nagged at her that the walls didn't look thick enough to hide much of a compartment or staircase and she turned her gaze to the floor.

After a few moments of searching she noticed a running rectangular-shaped groove in one of the corners. It's-" The words died in her throat as she took in the sight before her.

Standing on the other side of the temple were two native men stone-faced and holding spears. Struggling silently in between them with one of the men's hands holding her mouth shut was Alexandra.

Izzie tried to make a run for it but when she reached the front of the temple a native woman stepped out from behind one of the pillars, pulling Izzie against her bare chest with strong arms.

The three natives led Izzie and Alexandra out of the temple and down the steps to where two more natives -a man and a woman- were standing in the field.

It had to be the group of five who had taken Izzie's boat. The native holding Izzie captive led her over to the other two waiting natives. The man was holding a large wooden pole that was longer in length than Izzie's body and at least a foot thick in diameter.

The woman holding Izzie released her only to roughly yank her cropped tank top over head, leaving her in her grey sports bra, and push her onto the ground.

Before she could attempt to get up the other woman pointed a spear under her throat, forcing Izzie into stillness. The man rolled her onto her stomach and lay the wooden pole on top of her, where its weight forced Izzie to remain on the ground.

The natives unlaced her boots and tossed them to the side before drawing her arms and legs up and hogtying her to the pole. The two women stood at either end of the pole and lifted it up so that Izzie was suspended from it in the air.

While her arms and legs were pulled up and behind the pole her bare midriff curved downward. The man stepped forward and took Izzie's grey tank top as a cleave gag for her.

Then the natives heaved the pole upward until either end rested on two tall stones that stood opposite each other, leaving Izzie hogtied and staring down at the ground in the middle.

She heard another muffled grunt and turned her head to the side to see Alexandra dangling about three feet away. Her wrists were tied above her head to the top of a stone archway which left her body hanging a foot off the ground.

She had been stripped of her tank top too, exposing her soft, curvy stomach and large breasts which were barely concealed by her low-cut lacy black bra.

She was also cleave gagged with her own tank top and her wide eyes met Izzie's as the both struggled in their bonds. Izzie could hear the natives conversing in their language nearby but she neither knew what they were saying nor cared to find out.

However one of the men saw her frantic struggling and frowned. His face was level with her stomach and he reached out to give her belly a sharp poke.

In response she flinched and a muffled squeak escaped her. The native turned to the others and gestured at Izzie and Alexandra.

Against her will giggles began to pour from Izzie's mouth. The other natives moved closer. One woman joined the man who was tickling Izzie, while the other three converged on Alexandra.

Izzie half expected the woman to join the man in poking her side, but instead she ducked underneath Izzie's hogtied form, just short enough that she could stand under Izzie's belly.

While the man continued to tickle Izzie's side and belly, the woman reached up and stuck her finger into Izzie's belly button. The gag and her laughter both served to make her words completely unrecognizable.

As she squirmed and howled with helpless laughter she glanced at Alexandra and was almost shocked. Her rival somehow always managed to seem perfect and pristine whenever they met on the hunt for treasure.

Izzie had never seen Alexandra break a sweat on her pale skin and her hair and clothing were always somehow immaculate.

That was no longer the case. Alexandra's dark hair had fallen out of its braid completely and hung in messy waves around her pink face. Her cargo shorts had slid down on her hips so that the hem of her panties were showing and one of her breasts had popped out of her bra and was jiggling wildly as she writhed under the ticklish onslaught of the natives.

The woman was kneeling in front of Alexandra's bare feet which were bound at the ankles, and she was wiggling her fingers over Alexandra's soles and underneath her toes.

The two native men were standing on either side of her. One had a hand on her ribs and another on her breast, mercilessly tickling each with rapidly moving fingers.

The other man had ahold of Alexandra's hips and was kneading them with both hands while his face was planted firmly over Alexandra's belly. Although Izzie couldn't see what was happening from her angle, she guessed the man was tickling Alexandra's navel with his tongue.

She was proved right when the man stepped back and she saw her rival's shallow circular innie glistening wetly. He switched places with the man who had been tickling Alexandra's ribs and breast, who plunged his own tongue into his captive's navel.

Izzie was drawn away from the ticklish torture of her rival when the two natives tickling her switched places as well. The woman stepped back and began deftly tickling Izzie's belly and side, while the man ducked under Izzie and stood beneath her.

He was taller than the woman and he tilted his head back beneath her. Izzie could feel his face pressed against the skin of her midriff before his tongue poked into her belly button and she was lost to a wave of helpless laughter.

She shrieked wordlessly into her gag as the native's tongue wormed fully inside her belly button where it swirled around mercilessly.

At the same time he lifted both his hands and grabbed her sides, joining the woman in tickling her there too.

The feeling of twenty fingers drumming across her belly and sides was torturous but not nearly as unbearable as what was happening to her belly button.

The native's tongue was pushing up against the bottom of her deep innie and wiggling into it. If Izzie spoke the native's language, or if she could speak at all, she would have been begging nonstop but instead she could only squirm and laugh helplessly.

When she looked again at her rival she saw that Alexandra's shallow navel was being tortured in the same manner.

Despite her own predicament she felt almost grateful that only two of the natives were tickling her - she couldn't have had it as bad as Alexandra, whose belly, belly button, ribs, breasts, and feet were all being tickled simultaneously.

As she and Alexandra endured their tickle torture the sun slowly set, bathing them in a red-orange glow which gradually faded until Izzie could just barely see the two natives who were tickling her through the darkness of night.

Her laughter had long since gone silent and her entire midriff ached from the nonstop tickling. A few feet to her right she could hear Alexandra still screaming and crying with laughter and she wondered if it was possible that her rival was even more ticklish than herself.

When the entire plain was bathed in darkness excepting the faint light of the moon and stars the natives stopped tickling the two treasure hunters and stepped into the middle of the plain where they began starting a fire.

For a long handful of minutes Izzie hung limply in her bonds as she caught her breath and waited for her vision to sharpen up from its fuzzy state.

When she finally looked to her right she could see even through the darkness that Alexandra looked just as disheveled as she felt.

For a moment they stared desperately at each other, both trying to think of an escape plan. When Izzie remembered the knife she'd brought along in her pocket she felt like she'd been struck by a bolt of lightning.

She tried to quietly twist her bound wrists around to somehow access her back pocket but it was impossible with the hogtie. She stared imploringly at Alexandra.

Getting the hint, Alexandra began to swing her bound body back and forth. After gaining some momentum she was able to swing forward enough to hook her bound ankles under the pole Izzie was hogtied to.

She glanced over at the natives but none seemed to be looking their way. Alexandra slowly slid her feet down, hooking her right foot under the hem of Izzie's shorts.

She maneuvered the toes of her left foot into Izzie's pocket and after an agonizing minute emerged with the small pocketknife clenched between two toes.

Alexandra let go and swung back up in order to drop the knife into Izzie's waiting hands. Izzie flipped the pocketknife open and began sawing at the ropes binding her wrists, while glancing every few seconds over at the five natives surrounding a small fire.

It didn't take long to sever the ropes on her wrists and ankles and she dropped silently to the ground. Then she dashed over to Alexandra and with a few quick movements, cut the ropes on her ankles and wrists so that she dropped to the ground.

Still gagged, Izzie inclined her head at Alexandra toward the temple, indicating that they should make a run for it. Alexandra nodded in agreement but as they snuck toward the temple she grabbed her pack, which the natives had discarded near the stone formations where the two explorers had been tied.

They were on the stone steps of the temple before they heard loud exclamations from the natives indicating that their escape had been noticed.

Alexandra dug into her pack and pulled out two flasks and tossed one to Izzie. She opened it and immediately got a strong whiff of lighter fluid, while Alexandra's flash contained small grey and black flecks of gunpowder that she was shaking onto the steps of the temple.

Izzie copied her movements until the steps and entire front section of the temple were covered in gunpowder and lighter fluid.

Izzie saw the natives rushing toward the temple with their spears and she turned to Alexandra in a panic. Then from her pack she pulled out a lighter and threw it at the front of the temple.

The lighter fluid and gunpowder exploded into bangs and high, wild flames just as the natives reached the steps. Izzie could hear them screaming in shock but she ignored it as she flung herself onto the ground and felt around the grooved rectangle in the floor.

With a creak of stone it popped open an inch and together they pulled it the rest of the way open until they could see a stone staircase leading down into darkness.

Izzie slid inside the chamber and down the first few stairs with Alexandra right behind her. The other explorer pulled the stone door back as she went until it closed shut, leaving them in complete darkness.

For a moment they stood still and the only sounds apart from their labored breathing were the faint crackles and shouts from the temple above them.

Then Alexandra rummaged in her pack for a flashlight which she flicked on while removing her gag with her free hand.

Izzie nodded in agreement and started down the steps. She took off her own gag as she went and slid the tank top back on as it was better than nothing.

She reached the bottom of the steps and looked back at Alexandra, who had put her own shirt back on as well. With the dim light of the flashlight they looked around.

The bottom of the steps were surrounded by walls apart from one long tunnel opening, which they started down.

Izzie could feel the cold stone against her bare feet as she walked a step in front of Alexandra. The tunnel took them in different directions, left then right then right then left again, like some kind of maze.

They finally ended up in a large stone room that was completely empty. She pushed against a section of wall and with some tugging of the stone doorway it opened up to another staircase that again led down.

When they reached the bottom more tunnels lay ahead. Just as Izzie was beginning to think they'd never find their way out Alexandra drew to a stop so suddenly than Izzie ran into her from behind.

She leaned over the other woman's shoulder and gaped at the sight of a room filled with gold and silver in the form of coins, necklaces, crowns, and more - it was by far the most vast and impressive treasure she'd ever come across.

Past the mounds of treasure was a thin stream running through the room and Izzie wandered toward it. After poking and prodding at the stone she found another seam, and when she pushed at it a stone door opened.

The stream ran down a hill and emptied out into another river that looked wider and deeper. And look. Then they heaved the canoe into the water and jumped inside, riding it down the stream and into the river.

The water was faster than traveling on foot and the amount of work they had to do was minimal as the canoe carried them downstream.

They reached Alexandra's boat -hidden near the mouth of the river that led out to the ocean- just as the sun was rising. The other explorer nodded in agreement.

About that. With a long coil of rope that she must have been keeping onboard, Alexandra bound Izzie's wrists behind her back, then tied her knees together, then her ankles.

Once she was done she flipped Izzie onto her back. She pushed the now-empty canoe away from the boat and began slowly guiding them back out of the river.

As for the jewlery - well that belongs in a museum of course. And I'll be telling everyone I'm the sole finder of it. Izzie shook her head rapidly.

No way, not happening. I'm telling everyone the truth. Alexandra drove the boat further into the ocean until the island was faint enough in the distance that there was no way the natives could reach them.

Then she cut the engine. Especially when I know all of your weak spots. Alexandra's eyes flashed briefly at the reminder of the tickle torture she'd undergone from the natives before she smiled smugly at Izzie.

But you're the one who's all tied up right now. Her navel was sensitive enough to tickling anyway but it had been tortured so much already -first by the python, then the natives- that she didn't think she could stand any more.

I'm going to tickle you until you cry or until you agree to let me claim title of the sole finder, whichever one comes first.

Then I'm going to tickle you some more just because I can. After that I'll gag you and leave you tied up right here until we get back to the mainland.

What do you think? She might be the one tied up and vulnerable now but one day, when Alexandra was least expecting it, Izzie would get her back for both the treasure theft and the tickle torture.

TJ apprehensively surveyed the signs of his crash onto the planet. If he was being honest with himself, he was lucky in more ways than one, really.

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