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Zoe Orimoto Tickled

It had been four years since Zoe Orimoto had saved the Digital World from Lucemon along with her friends Takuya, Kouji, Tommy, J.P, and Koichi. It was summer vacation for Zoe and she was sunbathing in her lavender bikini. She merely sighed, relaxing her body as she soaked in the sun's rays. Now during the four years Zoe's figure had developed quite a bit and she was proud of it. She had curves in the right places that men would drool over, but she wasn't exaggerated. A couple of times Zoe had caught a few of her fellow male students looking at her figure.

Zoe looked at her figure and giggled to herself, admiring what she had. She ran her hand along her slender belly, encircling her navel with her nails. That was another thing Zoe was proud of; her navel. Her belly button seemed to be a popular subject amongst her classmates, mostly the girls. Ever since Zoe had started middle school she had admired her flattened stomach and felt that it needed to be known, so she wore belly shirts everyday. However this also made her belly and navel very sensitive to touch, resulting in her belly being the most ticklish place on her entire body.

“ Man,” Zoe thought “, to think I almost had given up my Digi-Spirit to Ranamon because of my belly.”
Long before the defeat of Lucemon Zoe, J.P, and Tommy were captured by Ranamon and Mercurymon. She didn't like that fact that Ranamon, her rival per say, had captured and Zoe was completely defenseless to whatever Ranamon would do. The mere memory of that encounter sent shivers up and down Zoe's spine. She remembered it like it was only yesterday.

Zoe remembered being restrained with her arms above her head along with Tommy and J.P.
When she heard that Ranamon could torture them into giving up their Digi-Spirits Zoe felt very scared. When Ranamon had snapped her fingers and four hands appeared, two of which holding feathers, Zoe felt her goosebumps. When the hands started forcing her to sneeze Zoe thought that was it and relaxed, until she realized Ranamon was testing the feathers.

“ And now the fun begins,” Ranamon's words echoed in Zoe's mind followed by a snap of fingers. Zoe had heard this before when she was at summer camp when some girls found out she was ticklish and tickled her mercilessly; Zoe's blood ran cold. She felt the feather dip in and out of Zoe's navel, causing her to laugh hysterically as the other hand was tickling her armpit. After some time had passed she felt the hand that was tickling her armpit slide down her jacket, and opening it exposing her belly more than it already was.

The hand with the feather had taken advantage of this and started gliding the tip of the feather along her belly, just barely flicking the tip of her navel. Zoe felt like she was going to die as her belly was really ticklish. She felt like she was going to give in before the hands had disappeared and she managed to catch her breath. Zoe, along with Tommy and J.P, were rescued by Takuya and Kouji later and eventually she beat Ranamon for good. Zoe shivered all over as she felt the sensation again for a brief moment.

“ Yow know, I would've enjoyed it if it didn't involve the destruction of the Digital World,” Zoe muttered as she subconsciously started fingering her navel. She soon realized what she was doing and blushed, hoping no one saw. Still, the sensation did feel good but she thought other people would find it weird. Zoe then started to relax some more and she closed her eyes to continue sunbathing.

A little while later Zoe's eyes fluttered opened, and she realized she was no longer on the beach and she couldn't move. Zoe looked at herself to see that she was bound to a small table. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the legs and her thighs and arms were tied to the table itself. Zoe looked around and saw that she was in a small yet dimly lit room. Her started to beat faster when she heard footsteps from across.

“ 'Bout time you woke up sugar.” said an all too familiar voice. Zoe's eyes widened as she saw her old rival, Ranamon, step out of the shadows. Zoe tried to struggle her way free, but she could barely move her torso an inch.