This is very much a belly fetish video, so keep yourself tightly framed -- think mid-thigh to top of your head, with a few belly close-ups mixed in. Never block your belly button. When the choice is erotic or realistic, go erotic. No crying or grunting or anything like that, instead, heavy breathing, writhing, gasping, looks of sexy desperation. Most of all, work your belly. Sucking it in, pushing it out, moving around so there are little folds of flesh … all awesome. The set-up You’re a super villain with no conscience, having left a trail of broken lives in your wake. You’ve been in custody before, but only briefly. Every single time, you’ve escaped justice, using your perfect body to avoid paying for your crimes. You’ve seduced cops, prison guards, judges … no man has been able to resist you. Now, defeated in an epic battle, your captor has decided he can’t risk putting you back in the system only to see it all happen again. Not this time. He’s conflicted. The woman lying in front of him is so beautiful, so vulnerable, but he knows who you are, what you’re capable of. If he lets you go, more innocents will die. He’s made up his mind. You’ll never leave this room. The scene You’re lying on the floor near a large mirror as you wake up. Naked. You’re wearing only black boots and a belly chain worn very low around your hips. As you groggily come to and struggle to a half-seated position, you make a big show of sucking in your belly. Our attention is already being focused there. Tigger: “W-where am I? W-where are my clothes?” You see the belly chain. It’s not yours. Who placed it around your hips? Suddenly you look up with a start and see your captor. Tigger: “You. Where am I? Why aren’t I at police headquarters?” Your breathing is already starting to get heavier. You’ve been many things, but never scared. Something feels wrong about this though and you can sense it. There’s no sneering now, you’ve never felt so vulnerable. Tigger: “What is this place? What are you going to do to me?” Instinctively, you turn to what has always worked in the past: seduction. Tigger: “Did you want to … work something out? Just between us? We don’t need the police. I have money. And there’s … other things I can give you.” (You spreads your legs a bit as you say it.) Tigger: “Why else would you have brought me here? Stripped me naked?” You pull yourself up to your knees. Tigger: “Does this make you feel powerful? Knowing the world’s greatest super villain is at your mercy? I can see your dick is getting hard. That’s OK. No man can resist this.” You barely notice but your breathing is starting to get heavier. You’re trying to pretend you’re in control but you can’t disguise the nervousness in your voice. Tigger: “You keep staring at my belly. Do you like my belly? (your hand slowly glides over it). I was a cheerleader, you know. I used to tie my shirt up. I loved how the guys would stare at it.” “Do you think I need to lose weight?” Your hand slides up your belly as you say it. You know damn well he thinks it’s perfect. Tigger: “I took a belly dancing class last year. Does that turn you on?” You start rolling your belly seductively. Tigger: “Do you like this? Can you imagine me doing this while I ride your cock?” Tigger: “Could you just … turn down the heat? It’s so hot in here.” Quick edit and now you’re covered in sweat (baby oil). Drops of oil are running down your belly as you continue to grind. Tigger: “Oh god. I’m actually getting wet. Pull it out. You know you want me. I’ll be your good little girl. I’ll make you cum so hard.” You gently spread your pussy lips, but the way he just stares is unsettling. Something is wrong here. Why isn’t he fucking you? Tigger: “Why are you just looking at me like that? Listen, you’re scaring me, OK? I … I surrendered. Just take me to the police. I don’t want to be here anymore.” And then it hits you, a sharp, stabbing pain around your navel. Tigger: “Ah!” Your belly jerks inward as you fall backward. Tigger: “Oh my god.” It happens again. Tigger: “My belly! What … what’s happening to me? What have you done?” You look at the camera and your face changes as he tells you the truth. Tigger: “The belly chain? Poison? I don’t understand. That’s not funny. Please, you’re scaring me. “ You struggle with the chain, pulling it down toward your pussy. But it’s no use. It’s unbreakable. Tigger: “I … I can’t get it off. Oh god, no. Please. I don’t wanna die!” You continue to struggle with the chain, sucking in your belly as deeply as you can. As you do, oil rolls down into your navel. Tigger: “Please … You can’t do this! This is mder! I surrendered!” Tigger: “Just tell me what you want. Please. I’m … I’m not a super villain now. I’m just a slut, a slut who will do anything to save her life. Please! You can do anything to me. Anything. Just don’t let me die!” The pain strikes again as your fear mounts. Tigger: “Oh god.