Custom**The set-up:

You’ve been on the trail of the serial for months now. You’re very much a rising star on the detective unit. Of course, there’s always some resentment when someone so y*ung and beautiful is on the fast track, and this case has made you even more high profile than you already were.

That’s OK with the brass. They like having a beautiful y*ung woman as the face of the department. And even though you’d never admit it to yourself, part of you has gotten off when seeing yourself on TV.

But the case itself has been baffling. Each of the four victims has been found in a state of undress, usually naked. Each has had a thin belly chain around their waist. It’s clear he’s got some kind of belly fixation, that something ritualistic is going on, but you haven’t even been able to piece together how he’s them, much less what any of it means.

After the fourth victim, there seems to have been a lull. No one has been in nearly two months. Then, out of the bl*e, you receive a mysterious tip. It’s exactly what you’ve needed to track him down. Maybe you’re just excited about the chance to capture him, maybe you don’t want to share the glory, but for whatever reason, you don’t c*ll for backup before you go. It will be a fatal mistake.

Apartment:

You enter the room and sort of make a show of looking around when we first see you.

Alena (under your breath to yourself): Where are you?

You look down your torso and then, as if you’ve just had an idea ...

You untuck your blouse, and dramatically pull it open, revealing the white bikini top and the top of your midriff.

Alena: Maybe you need a l*ttle encouragement.

You’ll be the bait if that’s what it takes to capture this maniac.

You’re looking around and trying to act brave, but you’re feeling increasingly nervous. Something doesn’t feel right.

Suddenly, you spin around and face the camera. He’s got the drop on you. How could this have happened? You back up until you’re against the wall.

Alena: You knew I was here. How?

As your breathing gets panicked, your breasts heave and your belly pushes against the tight skirt as it swells outwar

Suddenly, the camera moves toward you and you put up your hands as if to protect yourself.

Alena: No!

We fade to bl*ck.

When we fade back in, you’re on a chair. Your clothes are gone, and now you’re wearing just the bikini. The sides of the bottoms have been tugged down very low (always important), so low that the top of your *ss is exposed. In the front it’s practically low enough to show pubic hair. Just maybe an inch above the bikini bottoms -- far below your navel -- a belly chain circles your waist.

We watch as you stretch and suck your belly in as you slowly regain your senses.

When you do, you see the belly chain and run a finger under it curiously. That’s when it sinks in.

Alena: Oh my g*d. Where am I?

You start breathing hard as you look around the room in a panic, your belly is already j*rking in and out a bit.

Then you see him. He’s sitting across from you, holding a with a silencer.

Alena: Wait. Please. I ... I know who you are. You don’t have to do this.

Please. Think this through. I’m not like those other girls. I’m not some stripper. They’ll be looking for me. They’re ... they’re probably on their way right now.

Belly dance? I ... I don’t understand. Is that what you did with the other girls? Made them dance for you?

You start rolling your belly uncertainly.

Alena: Like this?

Slowly, it becomes more sensual. You’re actually trying to seduce him now. You see no other way.

Alena: Can you turn the heat down? It’s so hot.

We cut to a close-up of your belly. It’s glistening with sweat now, as are your breasts.

Alena: Please. You don’t wanna hurt this body. This perfect belly.

Suddenly, it happens. You feel a sharp p*in deep in your belly button area.

Alena: Ugh! Wha ... what was that?

Your belly j*rks in deeply again.

Alena: Ow! What’s happening to me? S-something’s wrong.

What? I don’t understand. The belly chain? Poison?

You start struggling with the chain, only finally realizing that there’s no lock, no way to get it off. You struggle, tugging it downward but it won’t break.

Alena: I ... I can’t get it off. Help me. Please!

You slowly slide of the chair and your body twists a bit. There’s a fair amount of *ss cr*ck visible as you do and we get a good look at it. You crawl toward the camera, then turn and struggle to pull yourself up to a propp up position. The soft curves of your body are slick with sweat and trembling. Another wave of p*in rocks you backward as thrust your breasts into your air and suck your glistening belly in.

Your belly is pumping in and out now. J*rking inward each time you feel that stabbing sensation.

You struggle to a propped up position and look at the camera like you can’t believe what you’re being told.

Alena: Those other girls ... were just to get to me? It was me you wanted all along? I was the sacrifice? No! This is impossible.

you arch your back and b*by oil spills from your belly button and runs down toward your p*ssy (as if it’s sweat, like the first video we did). You make a groaning sound as it does.

Alena: Please! Mercy! I beg of you!

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