Des's tongue poked inside the bellybutton of the girl he was torching. She was doing her best not to break down and give him the info he was commanded to get out of her. He was only just starting to torcher her and she wasn't about to give up now. The woman belly quiver as Des poked deeper into her navel with his tongue.
The only reason she was in the underground torcher chamber was because she knew information about a group of people planning to assassinate the king. Once it was found out that she knew all this, she was hauled away to the dark, underground, dimly lighted, torcher chamber. She had heard tale of it before. Men were burned with demon symbols and woman were torched in such a way they didn't even speak about it. It was said that the man doing all this wasn't a man at all, but a creature the king had found while conquering other kingdoms.
She was dragged into a room that was just a dim lighted at the rest of the underground tunnels. The wall straight across from the door had chains for arms and legs. On her right side in the rectangular room, was an area with different potions, tools, and other assorted strange things. On the left side was two beds. One that looked to be for sleeping on, and the other was bed-shaped but was stone and had leather straps for holding down human limbs.
The silent criminal was dragged to the wall with the chains,chained up, and cranked into the air so that her feet dangled off the floor. The two men quickly ran out of the room and locked the door. "Maybe there really is a creature in here," thought the woman.
A tall, young looking man got out of the bed and stretched. He didn't look like a monster. In fact, he was quite handsome. He had a plane, grey, long sleeved shirt on, dark brown pants,and black hair. He yawned and looked at the girl chained to his wall. "My, looks like I've got a guest." Said the man. "I need to get you ready before I can do my job."
He calmly walk over to her and looked her over. Tilting his head to one side as if it'd help him figure out what he needed to. He turned on his heels and walked over to the table filled with random tools.
"And what is your name?" He said, picking up a knife.
Her skin prickled at the idea of having a blade poking holes into her, she mumbled her name,"Snel..."
"What was that?" He asked, walking over to the door. He opened it and pulled a note off it. He read it silently. Walking back over towards Snel, he asked again. "What did you say your name was?"
"It's Snel." Snel said again.
He looked at her with a wide smile. "Well then Snel, you have some information the king needs to know. And as a citizen, you should give him any information that'll help keep everyone safe. You don't want people getting hurt, do you?"
Snel looked at him. He didn't look at all like a torcherer, he looked like a young guy in the wrong place. Though he still had the knife in his hand, he didn't looks dangerous.
"What's your name?" She asked, dodging his question.
"My name? I am Des. Your torcherer. And since you don't want to cooperate, I'll have to do my job today." He said, approaching her.
Des took his knife and took a step closer to Snel. She let out accidental yelp. Des smirked and Snel blushed. He grabbed a wad of Snel shirt and plunged his knife through it. The gray shirted man tears a hole in the woman's shirt and then proceed to make it big enough so that he navel was exposed. Snel blushed even more and tried to break herself free. This only interested Des more. Snel belly button changed shape while she thrashed about. Grabbing his victim by the hips, Des pressed his face into her belly. He pressed a soft kiss onto her belly button.
"What the...?" Snel said shocked.
Des pressed another soft kiss on Snel navel, causing her to stay blushed. He looked at her with a smirk, knowing that this was causing her to blush.
"You ready to give up that information now?" He asked sweetly.
"Not if this is what you call torcher." Retorted the woman.
"Looks like my sweet talking isn't working. Time for me to start the torcher."
Des stuffed his face back into the hole in Snel's shirt. His tongue slithered out of his mouth and poked Snel's belly button. She squeaked with shock and began moving around again. But Des held tight to her hips. There would be no getting away.
All this moving around intrigued the young man more. He pressed his tongue deeper into Snel's navel. Wiggling his tongue around like a big fat worm. Snel moaned without even meaning to. She'd never felt something so strange before.
"Time for the tickling!" Des said, pulling his face away from the woman's navel. He skipped happily over to his tray of many toys and tools. Setting down the knife, he picked up a thin, flexible, rod shaped, piece of metal. Skipping back, he stopped in front of Snel and asked her,"You ready to talk now?"
"No." She said and thought to herself, "If he keeps going on like this, I'll never leave."
Shrugging his shoulders, Des stood in front of Snel's navel again. He stood there a moment, thinking of what to do. A devious smile spread across his face. Des took the thin, metal rod and inserted it into the woman's navel. Going around in circles in her belly button.
"Oh,hahahaha! That tickles!" She giggled.
Des stop a moment to let her catch her breath. "If you thought that tickled, feel this!"
The torcherer took the pointed end of the rod and rubbed the pulse point in Snel's bellybutton. Sending her into fits of gasping laughter. Des moved the thin rod up and down her pulse point, cause her to keep laughing with gasping breaths. Panting uncontrollability. Each time he passed over the spot a tingling sensation pulsed in her body. The king's torcherer kept it up for a while. Snel didn't know how much longer she could take of this before she passed out.
"Pleaseeee hehehe Stooooop!" She begged before another wave of laughter.
"Fine, I'll move on to my last fun thing to do before I start using the hot iron." Des said, wishing he could keep going forever.
"This is my final offer. Tell me what I need to know, and I'll let you go. If not, then...You'll see."
Snel though a moment, "Might as well see what he had in store for me next. Those last few things we're all that bad." She looked at him and said, "Go ahead, I might as well see what you have in store."
"I was hoping you'd say that." Des said with a grin.
Once again, Des got really close to Snel's navel. She peered at him as he faced her stomach,"What is he going to do, kiss me again."
Opening his mouth slightly, Des let his inner tongue out. It was a dark green, a few centimeter thick and looked like a worm with a pointed head. It came from the pit of his stomach, eager to get what it wanted. Des moved his face close and stretch his inner tongue so that it just poked Snel's belly button. The devious young man wanted to make sure she knew what was going to happen. He swirled his inner tongue around and around Snel's unprotected innie belly button, he could see the fear in her eyes.
Just to freak Snel's out more, he slowly got his inner tongue closer to the inside of her navel and closer to the crease in the middle. Des brushed the pulse point in the middle on Snel's belly button. He felt the tremors that ran down her body. "This is going to be fun." He thought amused.
Without warning, Des plunged the tongue into the woman's navel and into her. Just the the right depth so he could get the fluids he craved. Something he was constantly hungry for. No matter how many belly buttons he burrowed into, Des could only suppress the wantings for a little while before they returned. Snel's would be one of the many woman that he's fed upon.
"Auhh!" Moaned Snel, both in pain and enjoyment. It was a sensation of all it's own. It wasn't unbearable or truly likeable either. She tied arching her back but only encouraged Des more. Pushing a little deeper. Snel wanted it to last for ever, but at the same time stop. It was so tiring to have his tongue inside her feeding, even though Snel was doing nothing but holding still and moaning. "I got to stop him before I pass out and only the gods know what he might do to me then. But that mean I'll have to..." thought Snel.
"Stop!" She gasped. "You win, I'll talk!"
Pulling out his inner tongue from Snel's navel, Des back up and looked at her with the worm like tongue hanging out of his mouth. He slurped it up like a noodle and smiled at the woman who had finally admitted defeat.
"You ready to talk now? " Asked Des.
"Yes...They're hiding out in an old wine cellar on the outskirt of the closest village. They're planning to attack when the king is making his morning stroll through the village."
Des wrote it all down quickly. "Thank you for that little bit of information. You'll be moved to a cell and later set free."
"Why aren't they putting me to death?" Questioned Snel,confused.
"Because the king is giving you a chance to redeem yourself. And beside, once your friends find out you betrayed them...They might be the ones putting you to death."
Snel gulped and realized what might befall her. As she was lowered back to ground level and hauled out the door, she watched Des. He smiled kindly and waved good-bye. She marked the ninety-ninth woman he had fed off of as a torcherer. Just an average day for Des.