This choice: Let go and be a nice little meal. • Go Back...Chapter #6Let go and be a nice little meal. by: Unknown You tire of fighting the inevitable. Your strength fades. Your resolve is shattered. You are food.
"Crystal?" you meekly ask as you release your grip and turn your head up in a meager attempt to face your sister.
"Mmmmhmmmm?" replies Crystal, unable to speak with her mouth full.
"Please be gentle...", you beg, only seconds before a final slurp pops your head between her lips. Your limp arms still stick out from between her full, pouty lips. Then, her greedy tongue reaches out, and with a clear, deliberate swipe from one corner of her mouth to the other, she sweeps the rest of you inside of her mouth. For a split second, you can see daylight from between her lips, you can feel the cool air brushing in from outside of her hot, damp mouth. And then, before you know it, her lips seal together, and with them, so too is sealed your fate. Those same lips smile cruelly now that she has you completely inside of her mouth--completely at her mercies, of which she has none.
Her tongue only does as you bid her earlier. She tastes you fully and unashamedly, exploring every inch of your naked body. You do not bother to fight as your body is tosses around by her tongue, forced from one side of her mouth to the next. Crystal's cheeks puff out as she presses you against one side of her mouth and then the next. She does this more for the feel of having you in her mouth than for any taste. She wants to dominate you. She wants to remind you not only that you are food, but that you are HER food.
But in a strange way, you deny her that satisfaction. Maybe she's hoping to squeeze that one last bit of fear out of you. Maybe she hopes for one last act of defiance so that she can then stamp it out. But she soon tires of the game, as any cat must soon tire of playing with a mouse.
A low rumble from Crystal's stomach serves as a message to her brain that despite the fun she is having, she still needs to eat. Finally, Crystal's tongue pulls you to the back of her mouth. With a quick, powerful pull, you are dragged into her throat. It takes her several gulps, but you do squeeze down her esophagus and work your way into her stomach.
You fall inside with a splat and rest there for a moment. The cramped interior of the mouth has now at least been replaced by a more spacious room. But it is even hotter here, and darker as well.
You feel light-headed. You are passing out.
The stomach churns you around and you are disoriented. You know that Crystal's stomach is already hard at work, trying to digest you. Everything before this was no more than play. Right here, right now, you really know what it means to be food. But you feel yourself drifting away, and your world turns black.
Consciousness returns to you, and you open your eyes to find that you are:  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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