Meer lightly stroked the brush across Lacus' face, teasing her with anticipation of what was to come. Lacus trembled with fear as tears filled her eyes. "No... please," she said quietly, almost as a whisper "I can't take it." Meer placed her left hand behind the small of Lacus' back to keep it in place and held the brush menecingly over her navel. "Don't worry, you'll love it!" With that, she began to spin it around her ticklish belly button.
Lacus closed her eyes and shrieked in forced laughter. Meer maneuvered the brush around her belly button, skirting the edges and just barely slipping into the delicate hollow, forcing the girl to scream. She struggled ceaselessly against the bonds holding her in place, but they held taut and left her helpless to endure the torture.
Meer finally forced the brush into Lacus' sensative navel, turning the girl into a giggling, pleading mess. "HAHAHAHA NO PLEASE!!!! STOP!!!!!! I BEG OF YOU!!!!!" Meer continued stroking the girl's vulnerable belly button,ignoring her pleas. "My, you really are quite ticklish here, now aren't you?"
After ten minutes of navel tickling, Lacus was a mess. Her entire body was covered with sweat, and tears streamed down her face. Meer lightly stroked Lacus' pink hair, which was plastered to her face with sweat, out of her eyes. "How do you like it so far."
Lacus struggled to catch her breath, "Please... stop... It's too much."
"Well that's just too bad, "Meer said, a sly smile crawling across her face. "because I'm quite fond of this belly button of yours... so ticklish. I wonder how we should play with it next..."
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