I forgot to post this here from my blog, so here you go:

So, I think I might start a torture/gore/vore story series here based on something I wrote long, LONG ago. I had a collection of personal tortures I would have loved to do to navels, in my own personal dungeon. I also love animals, hence I will be using them a lot. In addition, I've got a big outie fetish, so if you're reading this, I hope you don't mind a nice, bulging hunk of belly meat in your story. Unfortunately, I'm a nonsexual person, so no rape or sex to be found here, sorry.

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Blinking my eyes, I wake up. It's dark in my room... But isn't it always? I quickly get up, walking to a wall terminal, and smile. Both of today's deliveries are right on schedule. It's good to be rich.

I set a brisk pace as I walk down the hallway, dim lights illuminating my path as a door slides open. My breakfast is served automatically by the machinery making up my grand fortress. The toast and strangely colored sausage are quite delicious... Especially the sausage, as I have cultivated... No, collected it would be a better word.

Before long, a beeping in the comm system of this bastion notifies my that my morning's entertainment has been prepared. A deep sense of enjoyment begins to fill me as I move to the next room, where a woman lay bound and gagged, absolutely nude on a smooth gray table, made out of a plastic that's not too warm, and not too cold to the touch. She begins to squirm as she sees me, her eyes pleading to at least let her speak. I shake my head almost imperceptibly, waggling my finger at her. I don't need to waste words on meat. I'm here for one thing before she serves her purpose... To sample the meat.

From a small holder on the side of the table, I grab a scalpel. Its steel glints in the light as I tighten her restraints. My gaze shifts to the woman's quivering belly, morseo as she tries to suck it in. The bands holding her stomach in place suddenly pulse, suction cups inside of them capturing and stretching her smooth, white belly like a canvas, her navel dipping inward in the middle, showing off crevices and dips, as well as wonderful little bumps lining the inner portions of her succulent-looking innie. Unable to help myself, my tongue slowly slides over my lips, sending her into another fit of struggles, futilely.

I reach for one more tool as I use the blunt edge of the scalpel to gently widen her navel to one side, the rim popping up as I do so. I gaze deeper in, finding a nice lump of flesh at the bottom. The new tool's point curves inward, the fish hook making contact with the knot of flesh within. The sensation causes her belly to tense further, her navel knot tightening even more as I slowly push the hook through the bump of flesh, a muffled shout coming from her mouth. I know it doesn't hurt much and ignore her as the point emerges, her navel meat now on a meat hook of sorts. A light tug on the hook begins to pull her navel from an innie to a much more appetizing outie. I hold the scalpel aloft before placing it on the table. It will have its use momentarily. The hook gets twisted gently between my fingers, blood seeping from the entry and exit wound lightly, only small droplets at the moment.

My free hand comes up with a lovely blood red ribbon, quite thin. I let go of the hook, the navel flesh staying put as it should while I tie the ribbon around her navel at the base, ensuring it will not have any problems staying out for the next few bits of my amusement. Once again, the scalpel appears in my hand as I grip the hook, stretching the miniscule bellybutton bump it has pierced to its limits, and make a deft cut under it, severing the bit of flesh from the much larger navel. I raise it to my mouth as she once again screams through her gag, neatly pulling the flesh from the hook with my teeth.

"Mmmmm..." "MMMMMMHHHHH!"

It is as if we are both moaning in unison... Me from the flavor of her delicate umbilicus, and her from the sharp pain in the center of it. I chuckle and poke the spot, blood now welling up from it much more quickly, even dripping down onto the ribbon, coloring it further. There is one more bit of preparation to do... I take out a small silver canister and a lighter, using the brush within the canister to layer her bulbous outie in a coating of cooking oil. For a brief moment, her screams turn to unrelenting giggles... Until the lighter hits the oil, lighting her navel up beautifully in the center of a burning glow. I can almost hear her screaming at an audible level as her bellybutton cooks upon her still living body. I wait, watching it change color gently, before moving over and blowing the flame out, her navel now blistered and very brown where there were no blisters, cooked to a wonderful little knob of meat!

I step back as my left hand operates a series of controls. A chain comes from the ceiling as the bewildered and tormented woman is flipped over, still attached to the table. A hole in the back of the table lets me hook the chain to those binding her arms and legs, coming to a center on her back. The table finally disassembles itself, sliding into the floor, leaving the woman suspended by the chain. I guide it and her over to a ledge overlooking a pit. It's not overly large, a small enclosure in all honesty, about as deep as the average zoo enclosure.

At the bottom, dark figures begin to stir, growls forming from their throats as they look up with golden eyes, seeing the woman hanging above. Her navel is still bleeding, even the heat from the cooking not enough to close the wound I had made before. The scent of a few drops hitting the ground drives the creatures to begin circling below, knowing that they will soon have flesh to feast upon.

I put some dim lights on, finally illuminating the wolves below for the woman. Again, I can hear her scream through the gag. I must tell my suppliers to come up with something better. After a few more controls are operated, another hole opens in the roof of the chamber, placing a large rock into the small of the woman's back, secured in the pyramid-shape made by the chains. Unable to withstand the weight, I hear her back begin to crack, and watch as her belly bows downward, navel and ribbon hanging in the emptiness of the air.

A single button press more begins to send the female to her doom. Deeper and deeper she moves, agonizingly slowly for her, pleasurably slowly for me, and all too slowly for the wolves. As she nears them, they growl ever louder, catching the scent of her cooked navel, crouching, and beginning to leap toward her, their jaws snapping at her vulnerable navel. She wiggles as best she can with her back broken, which isn't much at all. It only serves to make her stomach that much more tantalizing, her breasts also swaying above.

I stop the lowering as I see one of the wolves nearly reach her bellybutton. A video monitor to the side gives me a replay of it, showing its cool nose just burshing the suface of her succulent knob. I know all too well the feeling of a wolf's nose, with my trained menagerie that I take my own belly pleasures from. I shiver, almost being able to feel the cold sensation of a canine nose touch in the pit of my own button as I look on in fascination, another wolf jumping, this time his teeth just grazing the surface. I can see flecks of hot saliva shooting up to land on her belly and button as they continue to leap for their breakfast, hungry and wanting to get on with it.

To the side I see one lone wolf watching, looking upward. In a smooth motion, he jumps... I fear that my moment will soon be over, but the lupine's target is different than I had expected. His teeth neatly catch the end of one strand of the ribbon, a beautiful sight as gravity takes him down, the navel and belly jerked with it. Amazingly, her navel holds the weight of the fully grown wolf, but just barely. It only takes a second for the hungriest to realize that the meal is much closer now, that fleshy bellybutton easily attainable. My smile grows as I lean forward, having the video capture the moment in slow motion and play it back to me. I can see the woman's eyes widening, both from the pain of having her navel stretched and abused so much, but also due to the sight of death moving straight for her stomach. The wolf seems to fly up, its jaws opening wide as its teeth shine fiercely, easily encircling the navel. I slow the playback, zooming in on those jaws as they close around the base of the cooked bellybutton, slowly obscuring the meat from view, and then letting each tooth pierce inward, rending the navel knot ever so slowly. The jaws tighten, and then with a jolt, the navel itself pops free from the belly, a splatter of blood leaving it as tissue and muscle fibers begin to press through, propelled by the femme's intestinal tract, making a surge for the opening in her belly lining.

My focus is on the wolf though, the bloodied part of the outie held in its teeth as it slowly lands. The landing causes its maw to jolt open momenarily, letting the ribbon slide off the severed outie as blood rains down from above, letting me have one last look at the navel resting on the saliva-covered tongue of the lupine. I see the jaws close around it quickly. Strangely, however, the wolf goes to a corner of the pen, away from the others busy pulling the woman's intestines out of her stomach from below. I lower the winch the rest of the way, and a feeding frenzy sends blood everywhere as I can hear the tearing of meat from bone in the air. In the corner, the wolf has spit the navel out again, licking it slowly as if to savor the cooked taste before giving a small nip with its sharp front teeth, biting off a portion of its treat. It bolts it back and down, clamping it between its paws as if playing with it, before biting it in half, and then downing both hunks in a flash before running off to the woman. Even then I am amused, as the wolf begins to sniff around as the others attack both arms and legs, quickly finding the remains of the navel hole, and biting the entire region right out of her belly.

I am smiling broadly now as I memorize the coloring and pattern of that one's fur. With a little training, it would easily replace what I have now. Not only that, I wouldn't mind letting it feed on another damsel another day. I watch the woman's flesh be eaten away, bite by tearing bite... On one of her breasts, the nipple disappears as the wolf chews it from the lifeless corpse, long dead from shock and blood loss. The entire breast is taken by another one, growling and writhing its head back and forth until it tears from the ribs beneath. Before long, the corpse is nearly bare, the wolves satisfied and looking up, panting, as if to thank me for the meal and the challenge. I nod and head off.

There are always others in The Navel Pit that need tending to...