(Caves eighty-five feet tall.)
Malakum would cogitate on how to hide him for a few seconds, & with time burning & her desire not to let him be caught rising she made up her mind- to put him inside of her vagina. "I have a area. Don't move."
Jone quickly found out where this was as she got onto her knees & lifted up her loincloth, bringing her hand down with him. He got a huge rush of lust & fear seeing how her entrance was able to fit him, & he hoped he wouldn't be crushed, but there were worse ways to go & he stood still. Being handled by Malakum was uncomfortable, she'd softly grab his legs & bend back slightly, Jone having a hard-on looking at her entrance, still clothed.
She let out very hushed gasp as she pushed his legs in, Jone feeling the undulating walls around his feet. This made him feel slightly calmer as it was like a sticky-&-wetish blanket, & keeping his arms to his sides, Malakum lightly pushed him in fully. Jone, now surrounded on all sides, had his head about half a foot from her entrance. He felt his feet on a harder-squishy hole, knowing that as the cervix. Jone was five-foot-eleven & frankly surprised she fit him- her walls periodically tightening around him & loosening, & repeating..
The stickiness & all wasn't bad, the movements of her giving him some weirdly-sweet air to breathe- the darkness was just eerie- he'd get periodic stimulation from the contracting walls. Malakum changed her position, sitting with her calves on the ground under her knees, making Jone's feet angle upward & slightly squishing him. Fortunately her walls undulated often & she easily stifled the feelings, Jone not moving & still getting air.
The radio blared once more-
"Delta-Zero-through-Three are coming up on the feeding location- proceeding." Surely enough Malakum heard the sound of running engines- all Jone was hearing was her vaginas squashing & bodies churning. Really hot, but really scary, he never expected this to happen.
Roaring of engines got louder until they were driving down the path, two Oshkosh PLS trucks with massive containers on the back drove down & to Malakum, stopping ten feet away.
Two Ford-F1's also came from behind the two PLS trucks, Malakum feeling slightly annoyed as they'd quickly drive over to Jone's car.
Out stepped from the two cars were four military men clad in black armor with Scar-H guns, grenades, & radios. The highest rank was an Admiral, the one to tell the others to search Jone's car. Soldiers in the PLS trucks would jump out & go stand next to a steel latch at the side of the two containers.
"Nice to see you, Malakum!" The admiral yelled rather sternly. "Nice seeing you all again." Malakum replied rather stoticly, keeping very still, Jone could barely hear- only vibrations.
Jone would remember he had nothing in his pockets-
They brought Jone's wallet & phone to the Admiral, who opened the password-protected phone first. He'd hand it to one soldier who ran to the truck, then open his wallet to investigate the things.
"So a human was here. Jone Miblight Veller- Ma-"
"I ate him." She'd say with a straight face & look around at the soliders, that made them a bit nervous- but they always were.
...Jone was slightly hotter as her body was to, her walls keeping him in place with a steady stickiness. He'd start thinking of how everything was going to go when he gets out- her walls tightening some as her mood changed from calm to slightly annoyed...
"Good. Tiger, Fox, hook the car up." Two soldiers followed his orders, backing a Ford around the log pile & coming out to latch it on the back.
The other soldier came back with the phone unlocked & gave it to the Admiral, he'd immediately check his messages, contacts & calender. While he did that the two soldiers at the trucks would heave steel locks all-the-way around the containers, moving away from the truck & standing with eachother.
Malakum was hungry & slightly thirsty as she hadn't eaten until yesterday night- a woman her of her size had to eat atleast nintey-thousand calories of food every day. So bending forward some, which bent Jone only slightly, she'd roll the truck closer & use one finger to open the latch that was specifically made for her.
In the truck was a opaque half-container & alot of escaping cool air- the five-foot steel container held cooked cow meat a foot from the top.
"Malakum!" The Admiral yelled to her, Malakum looking over at him with a frown. The truck towing Jone's car stopped next to her, one solider coming out to unlatch it. "Smash the top, lightly!"
With a hefty sigh Malakum brought her palm over his car & pushed it into the stone, causing the top to fold inward & the wheels to bulge some. "GOOD!" The Admiral yelled, Malakum quick to take the food container out carefully & stop the crushing. Feeling slightly bad that humans were a threat to eachother as she brought the three-foot wide container to her mouth she'd swiftly shake it, having all the meat fly into her awaiting maw.
Jone had been fine but was close to moving as she'd moved, angling his face in a crack that repeatedly squashed his face. The only reason he resisted it is because of his own safety, taking what air he could as her folds moved.
Only biting down on all the meat a few times she'd swallow it all with a small 'huff' & bring the other truck to her- this giving Jone a second of air before the folds crashed back into him. He'd cough some as her juices went down his throat & her folds rubbed against him, her walls stopping any escaping noise. The sensations relaxed Malakum some, making her know he was still safe.
Many of the men talked to eachother as she'd open that truck & pull out a two big carbonglass bottles of water, each easily five feet. The Admiral & two others stood & watched Malakum open a bottle & chug it all down, speaking silently, she could actually hear them when she stopped drinking.
"Make sure his family is notified- get the car to a station after this- -" No longer wanting to listen or be around these people she'd slide the meat container into the truck & one of the water bottles-
"I'll use this." Saying to them & setting the bottle near the long-pit the Admiral huffed some. "Really!? You know we can't always leave this here!" He yelled at her, Malakum sighing. "You humans are ok. Just let it be." Saying to him with a slight tone of sad, the Admiral gave in- "FINE! Men- Pack up! We're back here at eight!"
Soldiers ran to the PLS trucks to close & secure them & the others made way to their vehicles, one stopping to re-latch Jone's car.
"I'll be waiting." She said somewhat quietly, watching as the Admiral stared at her from a front-passenger seat. Their cars driving away with Jone's car-&-information, he'd be pronounced dead with no body with his car as 'evidence.'
They'd all drive in a line up the path they came down with they're vehicle's poweful engines, & once out of Malakum's sight, she'd huff in agitation, shaking the ground under her.
Jone kept still like he had been told-
Malakum set one hand on her head & would bend her calves up to lean on the cave wall, laying her legs out apart some. For Jone this was bending back & then forward- her walls actually pushing his head out & tightening around his body.. Jone gasped for the fresh air as Malakum was sitting there thinking about something, enjoying his sensations.
"Malakum! Hey- Get m-"
Stopped by being surprised as Malakum arched one leg up he'd end up sliding out onto her awaiting palm, still having the warmth & feeling sticky.. & hopeless. His car was gone!
She'd put him on her crotch near her loincloth, Jone deciding to not to try & dry himself on her crotch fur.
"Caretaker said your dead."
Looking down at him as he looked up in some fear, Malakum was expressionless. Jone knew that this was a possibility & it sure was the one to happen...
"Shit- Damn- Are you-!" He angrily stomped on her fur, Malakum huffing some as he did & frowning, crossing her arms. "I had no choice. Listening 'en-shures' my life.. C-Caretaker really isn't nice to humans."
Jone had figured she had eaten humans before. That seemed fair considering how much 'panic' she had caused people, most who ran likely never got far. He wasn't to terrified as if he was already pronounced dead he'd likely be able to expose these government soliders-
But then it hit him- they took his things. His plans & car, their secrecy was beyond what he could follow. Exposing people to Malakum might end up in casualties or major fear, everything he could do to prove he was alive with herwould be in vain-
Nobodies used to giant woman, only in fantasies.
He looked into her eyes & could tell she'd been merciless, even not being empathetic, he knew she still could be. "You shouldn't be nice either! Your Caretaker hides the existence of YOU!"
Yelling to her slightly angry, Malakum had taken that into mind.. but- her past experiences were really an anchor..
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