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The Captain's Disappearance

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A/N: Here's a request based on the anime Suisei no Gargantia. Enjoy.

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Bellows, the red-haired leader of the Gargantia's excavation team, felt a pair of beady eyes fixing her back. It seemed like the stalker followed her up to her ship and a confrontation couldn't be avoided at this point. With a sigh, she braced herself. 

She and her associates believed it would be a good idea to stop by the nearby dock to refill their supplies. They had been traveling for several days and their reserves were depleting - it was essential. As her comrades scavenged through the market, Bellows was introduced to a certain parasite that just wouldn't leave her alone. Everywhere she went, the lone figure would follow. At first, she thought it might be a simple coincidence, but after trying to lose the stalker over and over again, it was clear that it was not. While the stranger's intentions were not known, Bellows had to be on guard since it could be one of those cases. 

If Bellows hated something the most, it would be pedophiles and stalkers. The thing they did to their victims, it disgusted her. However, seeing as she was a young and quite attractive female, Bellows was an easy target for those creeps. 

Bellows stood at approximately 5 foot 2 inches. For a girl of her age, she had a pretty massive bust that ran in her family's blood. Her eyes were dark blue, complimenting her nicely tan athletic body. Her long shoulder-length red hair was tied in a ponytail with a sky blue ribbon and she had blossoming curves that she flaunts with a revealing two-piece outfit. She wore a short orange tank-top with red straps and white frills which bared a large portion of her extravagant stomach, a few inches above her vibrant navel. Her green shorts looked like they were about to come off if it weren't for the half-loosened belt. Her red underwear was visible. To finish things off, Bellows had long white stocks that went past her knee caps and a silver armband. No wonder she was followed. 

'So she came,' Bellows thought, narrowing her eyes behind her. The girl's orbs met two others, locking them in an inseparable gaze. The shadow came out of the corner of the dock, and a human silhouette became distinguishable within the bright sun. 

"So ya knew I was followin' ya. Oh well, 'twas bound to 'appen," the individual spoke in a feminine cockney accent. 

"Wh-who are you? What do you want with me?" Bellows frantically asked, slowly backing away from the threat in front of her. It was best to keep her distance away in case of any surprise attack, a tactic she learned from her peers. Glancing around, she noticed that they were alone. She didn't have any weapon with her, so she wouldn't be able to call for help. The girl was in deep trouble. 

"Ya can call me Betty. As for what 'ima do ta ya..." her voice trailed off as she licked her lips, gaining a shiver from the frightened red-haired. "...ya gonna find out by yaself, honey. I ain't gonna say anythin' else ta ruin it."

The woman approached Bellows with slow pacing, allowing the Gargantia leader to dissect her physical traits. What she saw wasn't very pretty. Betty was roughly a foot shorter than her and appeared to be in her late 80's. Her body was tremendously skinny and fragile with an ugly wrinkled face that no makeup could fix. Her fingers were wrinkled and her nails were cut and polished. The old lady gave the impression of being homeless with her biker boots, black beanie, long dirty brown 90's skirt and polka dot shirt. The feature that scared Bellows the most was her disturbing smile; her teeth were abnormally yellow and a few of them were missing. 

One thing was certain: Bellows did not want to be touched by that disturbed individual, trying her best to maintain her strong front. However, as tough as she was, she couldn't help but be mildly scared of what the aged sicko was planning to do. 

"What's wrong, girlie?" Betty sneered, attempting to get a rise from the juvenile. "Are ya scared of me?"

Bellows scowled. Who did she think she was? She was just that, an old hideous woman, and it was time to put her in her place. Bellows had enough with her; stalking young girls behind their backs and attacking when no one's around? That was a new level of low, and she'll have her arrested for this. Without any further notice, Bellows charged with her fist cocked back. 

"I'm not scared of you, you old crone! Take a load of this!" 

Betty smiled as the girl closed their distance. 'Hehe, predictable,' she thought while reaching for an item in her purse. Bellows couldn't see what she was doing until it finally struck her. Betty slammed a wet piece of cloth over Bellows mouth and all her strength seemed to have been sucked out of her body. She felt her eyes shutting and she sunk in the old lady's loving arms, hearing the assailant's final words. 

"'Night, honey," Betty whispered while keeping her sadistic smirk. 

Then, everything went pitch black.

***

Bellows woke up, giddy as all hell from the terrible smell that was still in her nostrils. She cursed herself for falling for a petty trick like that, but more importantly, one question was in need of answers. 'Where the hell am I?' she thought, glancing around her new surroundings. 

Her emplacement has drastically changed. One moment ago, she was in the outskirt of a small town, then the next, she's in some sort of ship...then it dawned on her. She was in her own ship! Bellows instantaneously recognized her steering wheel, research materials and wide open windows that paraded the scenic view of the deep blue ocean. Yet, the old lady was nowhere to be found. 

Bellows looked around. "Where could she...huh? Wh-what?" She was dumbstruck as she attempted to move her arms, but discovered that she could not. Her arms were tied behind her back with rigid ropes while her feet were fastened in an identical bondage. Another aspect was that Bellows wasn't directly sitting on a chair, but rather on someone's lap. A chilling voice from behind made her pale further. 

Peering over her shoulders, the girl saw the same creepy old woman from before with that shit eating grin. Her small, slithery hands rested on Bellows waist to keep her immobilised and her nasty retching breaths blew on the red-haired gal's nape, making her shudder in goosebumps. "Ya awake, dear? That's good! I've been waitin' for this!" she spoke in an enthusiastic tone. 

Bellows wasn't amused. "What are you doing? Get OFF of me right NOW!" she commanded in her oppressing voice, squirming in her tight position to achieve some sort of result. Betty's hold tightened, erupting a gasp from Bellows' lips. 

"Ya ain't goin' anywhere girlie. Ya should stop movin' or I'll do somethin' ya wouldn't like!" 

Bellows gulped at the threat; she actually sounded serious. Sighing in frustration, she slumped back down in Betty's lap, her back touching the scrawny old woman's repulsive body. It sickened her to be this close to this freak, but she fathomed how vulnerable she was. 

"Hehehe, that's a good girlie! Don' worry. we're gunna have a lot of fun together. After all, there ain't anyone in the ship besides ya and me - nobody ain't gunna save ya now," Betty proclaimed, cackling like a mad woman. 

It made Bellows sick to her stomach, but she still had hope that one of her associates would come and rescue her. "Tch, yeah right! One of my friends will come help me and then you'll be sorry. You made a big mistake to tie me in my own ship. Eventually they'll come and that'll be it for you, freak. If I were you, I'd let me go right now and maybe I'll lessen your punishment."

Much to Bellows' confusion, Betty just chuckled. "Teeheehee, ya're a bit stupid aren't ya? Didn't ya take a look around? We're not at the dock anymore, silly. We're out in the ocean. While ya were sleepin', I unhooked the ship and took us here. Pretty smart, ain't it?"

Bellows' mouth hung open, gobsmacked; she was right. The ship was moving alright, and she couldn't believe that the old crone would do such a thing. What was her goal? "So now what? You're gonna rape me? Torture me? Sell me as a slave?" she asked, anger rising up in her voice. "Then just do it. Somehow, I'll find a way out of this and then you'll pay, I promise you!" Bellows glared, but despite her bold claim, deep down, she knew that it was futile. Without a miracle, she wouldn't make it out of this unharmed. She ran out of options. 

"Oh? And how are ya gunna do that sweet-cheeks, when you're all tied down?" Betty didn't get an answer, so she moved on. "But, don' worry about me doin' those kind of things. I ain't that cruel."

Bellows breathed a sigh of relief, she dodged a bullet on that one. Only if she knew that it was going to be much, much worse than that. 

"No, I just wanna have some fun. And I find that tickling is the best way to get me some fun!"

Now, that threw Bellows off. She never expected tickling to be her method of torture. "Really? Tickling? That's the best you can come up with? Sure, go ahead. I'm not even ticklish so you'll waste your time anyway." She smirked and eased her tense body thinking that this would be a piece of cake. The girl has never been tickled before, but believed it would be a breeze nonetheless. 

"That's what they all say, but they all break in the end. Ya'll be the same, girlie." She paused, grimacing. "And I know exactly where girls are mostly ticklish. Right about...here!" Her forefinger jammed Bellows' belly button. 

"AH!" The swift, unpleasant strike provoked a piercing shriek from the red charmer, followed by a moan as the finger twirled around in her beloved navel. 'Wh-what? What is this...?' Bellows blushed, watching the warm sneaky digit prodding and scratching her tender belly button. 'Since when...argh...was I ticklish there? Oh my god...make it stop!' Betty's phalanges were small, which gave them an easy access to Bellows' dimple and it was excruciating. She twisted and turned, desperately trying to deprive her body away from the finger, but it was no use. 

"Hold still, girlie!" Betty urged, wrapping her arm around Bellows' waist to restrict her from jerking too much. She forcefully arched the girl's back to have a greater access to her dreaded weak spot and swirled her finger in like a torpedo, causing Bellows to cringe and grit her teeth in resistance. "Tickles so much, don't it?"

Bellows silently agreed; the pit of her stomach twitched under the lounging tickly finger. She yelped as Betty now assaulted her left hip with two digits this time, which, in her opinion, was equally as devastating and if not more atrocious. If Bellows had known that her middle was this sensitive, she'd have covered up. But alas, it was too late to go back. 

"How about a laugh, girlie? Ya can't keep it bubblin' in yer cute tummy like that. Tickle, tickle..." 

Bellows growled; Betty's annoying voice was as irritable as the tickling itself. "Shut it, I'm not gonna laugh for you, you sick pervert." As she said so, a finger found itself crawling back in her navel. "St-stop! Stop touching me you psycho! AH!"

"Hehe, I'ma call this one the plunger!" Betty constantly dipped her finger in an out of Bellows' belly button, creating an unbearable and somewhat pleasurable sensation to the poor crimson-haired woman. "Feels good, eh?"

Bellows had to bite her lip from moaning - lest she wanted to give the creep the satisfaction of seeing her melt under her delicate touches. Although, Betty could tell that she was on the verge of breaking by the hot tears and whimpering. It would only be a matter of time before she'll hear the soft giggles and juvenile mirth that she had longed to witness. However, her patience was running thin. 

"Yer belly button's pretty ticklish, but let's see about yer tummy. Must be very ticklish too since this cute button's ticklish already. After all, if yer gunna leave it exposed like that, might as well give it a good treat!" She cracked her knuckles, preparing for the torment to come. 

Bellows closed her eyes, mentally repeating to herself that it wouldn't tickle and to keep calm. Her abdominal muscles twitched and she groaned once the old crone laid her filthy hands on her lower belly, just beneath her sore, red navel. If it weren't bad enough that a good portion of her midriff was bare and vulnerable to the tormentor's quick fingers, she was already exhausted from the special treatment given to her sensitive belly button. God knows what would happen if the rest of her abdomen was given attention of its own, she'd most likely not keep her strong demeanor. Given Bellows' nature, she won't back down without a fight.  

"Yer different from the other girlies' I've done this ta," Betty commented, breaking the silence. "But ya can't hold it out forever, honey. Yer gunna have to laugh sooner or later, and I'll wait 'till then. Hehee, this tummy's asking for it!"

"Go to hell, you bitch!" was Bellows' sole response. 

"Why ya so angry at me? Ya need ta smile more, girlie. People at yer age are prettier with smiles," Betty said, demonstrating a creepy smile of her own. "Coochie, coochie, coo..." And with that, Bellows' torture initiated. 

Without any further notice, Betty's fingers burrowed into Bellows' lower abdomen, wiggling their way in her skin while refrain from applying too much pressure - she desired to start lightly and then progressively implement more intensity. The best way to get underneath the girl's skin. At the moment, Betty didn't have any particular technique and simply relied on exploring Bellows' gorgeous stomach for the time being, searching for any weak spots to exploit later on. She wiggled her fingers from top to bottom, starting at Bellows' sternum and making her way down to her trembling hips. 

Bellows had a hard time breathing without occasionally letting out yelps and a few giggles. With much more areas being covered by the slick short fingernails, needless to say that it was much more grueling than before seeing as she couldn't keep up with the fast motions on her body. She looked down to see the hands maneuvering everywhere, pinching her sides and darting on her stomach. She noticed a pinkie twirling in her belly button and grunted. 'Argh...not this again, can't...give up...!' 

Minutes passed by and Betty was unsatisfied at how things went. She didn't expect the girl to be this strong; any normal human would have broken already, but Bellows, did not. Her interest of this young red-haired developed and she decided to test her further. 

Betty settled her two palms just underneath Bellows' belly button and proceeded to knead the fragile area. She had discovered that kneading was the most efficient tactic to use and it would turn the exquisite broad into a bouncing and bobbing mess, her hair whipping back and forth as she struggled to detain the laughter that threatened to escape from her throat. In addition, Betty unearthed that the spot under Bellows' umbilicus would react the most - only the more to add to her gruesome torture. 

Betty massaged the oversensitive section with her two hands, squeezing and tickling with the tip of her fingers. Bellows' eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets and tears rolled down her cheeks, unable to contain them. 

"Come on already, girlie. Ya wanna laugh, I know it, so just let it out! Laugh for me!" Betty ordered, her impatience getting the best of her. She unbuckled Bellows' belt and lifted her shorts up to allow free reign for her digits. Then, she ran her hands loose in the outline of the beauty's pelvis while said person writhed in pure agony. Bellows sucked her belly in, unable to withstand it. 

"Ngh...no!" 

The fingers tickled faster and faster, now roaming over her entire midriff. Betty rolled her shirt up, bunching it underneath her ribs to gain momentum on the dazzled Gargantia leader's tired muscles. Betty wasn't even remotely tired seeing as she was enjoying herself too much. Bellows clearly ran out of defiance and simply wished for the cruel tickling to stop; for the old lady to stop touching her. 

"S-stop! Eeep!" 

A finger twirled the rim of her belly button and shook once it attained her depth of her innie, for the 50th time. Yet, the technique was still as deadly and efficient. Bellows' belly jerked, her eyebrow twitched and she bent her back while gritting her teeth and balling her fists. Her arms and legs shook like they were spaghetti - she had lost control of her body a few moments ago, and now her stomach was on fire. It felt like her entire midriff was swarmed by wiggling fingers, even though there were a few sections actually being assaulted. 

Then, Bellows snapped, having lost every bit of sanity left in her body. 

"KYAHAHAHAAHAH AHAHAHAAHAHAHAAH STOP! HAAAHAHAAHAHAA I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" she yelled in a tone grasping for straws. Bellows hated herself at that moment. She sounded as if she was pleading, and that was a huge blow to her pride as a captain. 

Hearing the girl laugh was music to Betty's ears. "Ah, there we are girlie. Yer laugh's so pretty, I'm so jealous! And it only took ya 20 minutes to let it out. I was thinkin' ya would pass out, but twas worth the wait. Let's hear more of it!" Her hands lowered to her hips and she dug on Bellows' flesh with her thumbs while grinning from ear to ear. "Does that tickle, girlie? Does that tickle yer tummy?"

"YES AHHAHAHA YES IT DOES! LET ME GO NOW, YOU'VE HAD YOUR FUN!"

"Nuh uh, yer gonna be with me for a while. Ya see, I've never had this much fun in such a long time! I didn' have no job before this and they left me out in the streets. Now I think I found ma job." Betty replaced the rough squeezing to soft and gentle strokes, getting gratifying giggles in return. "I'ma be yer personal tickler!"

Shock was written all over Bellows' face. She couldn't believe her ears; she was basically going to be this freak's tickle pet. The mere thought brought a hateful glare to her countenance. There was absolutely no way she was going to let that happen! 

"Never! I'd rather die than, eek, be your slave, you bitch," Bellows scowled. The nerve on this old witch...who did she think she was? 
Her thoughts were disrupted when Betty began clawing her bare stomach again. "Ahehhehhehhaahha STOP! STOP THAHAHHAT YOU FREAK! PL-PLEASE! WAHAHAHAHAHAH!" 

It seemed like Bellows forgot that she was bound to the old woman's chair and was practically at her mercy. The hungry fingers scavenged through her crimson belly and simultaneously plunged into her navel, into the depths of ticklishness. She jumped and thrashed around as if she was electrocuted. Her ponytail was undone and her long wavy red hair dangled around with her movement. Her sweat travelled down her figure and dropped to the ground, joining the other droplets of her transpiration. 

Betty smiled, thinking that the red-haired youngster was enjoying this as much as her seeing as she was laughing so loudly. However, a worry planted itself in her head as she observed the girl shaking so violently - she was actually shaking the chair as well!

"Keep still, girlie! Yer gunna make us fall! Girlie, stop! Gir---AHHHHHHH!" 

The wooden chair's right rear leg broke and the two went pummeling down to the floor. It appeared that it couldn't support both of their weights and ultimately severed. Bellows was able to endure the pain, but the old woman wasn't so fortunate. Her body was frail and as a result, her spine cracked and left her paralysed on the ground, screeching like a banshee as she shook uncontrollably. 

Eventually, Betty stopped moving and laid there on the floor. Bellows took the indication as a sign that she was dead and sighed with relief. She took the opportunity to catch her breath and rolled her body until she was on her bare stomach. 

Bellows looked at Betty's fallen cadavre. "Serves her right. She won't be tickling me anymore."

However, she had forgotten one important detail; she was still strapped to the chair by the ropes. Essaying to break free, Bellows just couldn't get rid of them and gave up once she knew it was impossible to remove. Bellows sighed in defeat. "Guess she still won after all..." 

She managed to stand on her feet and hopped to the ship's control panel. Bellows remembered the emergency button that signalled all the other ships and smashed it with her face. Not very technical, but she was desperate at this point. A loud beeping noise reverberated and she fell down to the floor, completely out of energy. The only thing she saw before falling unconscious was Betty's yellow teeth, flashing her a grin even when death had taken her. 


The End.
Yeah, dunno any good title so I'll just leave it as that. 

Just a request for my dear friend Karma-Beetle, which is strange since it didn't revolve around a certain blonde this time. Nevertheless, I'll keep this short since I have a few other requests to work on. Hope you enjoy.
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Absolutly amazing picture!