by Zombie_Slave » Tue Oct 06, 2009 1:41 am
[F/F Nicole is the last survivor of a fiendish woman who has been eating tiny people. Is she destined to be eaten alive as well?]
The Last Special Treat by Zombie Slave
It was so quiet. Nicole kept still in the bathtub, her head just above the water, listening. The cage had once been full of voices, full of the sounds of Nicole’s fellow captives as they went about their daily life as prisoners. Now, they were gone. Only Nicole remained out of the eight men and women who had been captured months ago. The only sounds now were the faint ticking of a clock on the desk, and the hum of the computer which sat next to the modified cage where Nicole and her fellow prisoners were kept. Every so often, a friendly ding sound would fill the air signaling a new email had arrived for Elena, Nicole’s captor.
The water had grown cold. Nicole sat up, sloshing water over the sides of the small bowl which normally was used for dipping sauces, but now served as a makeshift tub. She stepped out, grabbed a small square of cloth that had been cut from a much larger towel, and dried off. She ran the cloth over the curves of her body, trying to dry herself quickly. A breeze from the house air conditioner gently blew through the bars of the cage, causing her to shiver. She picked up the clothes that had been laid out for her, the same clothes she had been wearing since she had been captured: bra, panties, a knee length grey skirt and a tight fitting sleeveless blue shirt. She didn’t bother with any shoes. There was no place for her to walk to anyway. At least her clothes were laundered. Elena was an evil woman, but at least she wanted her pets to stay clean. Nicole listened to the silence of Elena’s office as she finished up drying her hair. She was surprised at how it had grown over the past few months. Her thick cascade of wavy auburn hair had grown at least an inch and fell past her shoulders now.
Conceding that her hair was as dry as it would get for now, Nicole threw the wet towel on the floor and pushed aside the cloth that acted as a curtain to conceal the corner of the cage that served as the bathroom. Nicole’s heart sank as she looked at the empty cots that bordered the main area of the cage. Bits of clothing were still strewn around the cage, the only memories left of those who had lived here. After Dan--the last remaining survivor besides Nicole--had been taken away by Elena, Nicole hadn’t the desire or the energy to clean the place up. Instead she just left the beds unmade, clothes dropped where they had been left. What was the use anyway? Nicole knew her fate. It was the fate of each member of the group that had lived here. Every week or so—when the mood struck her-- Elena would come in, remove the ceiling to the cage, reach in with her enormous fingers and pluck someone out. That poor person was what Elena called her ‘special treat’ for the evening. She meant it quite literally. Elena would eat the person she chose—alive. Elena would do this at her computer desk, in front of the cage, for all her captives to see.
The first week this had happened was pure horror. The prisoners were just starting to come to terms with having been taken from their lives, shrunk down to two inches tall, and imprisoned in a cage on a desk. Then a woman named Megan, a middle-aged temp secretary from the north side of town, had been plucked out, teased, toyed with, and was finally placed screaming onto Elena’s outstretched tongue. The remaining seven people in the cage had screamed and shrieked at Elena to stop, some had cried, some others desperately tried to squeeze through the bars to escape. Nicole just remembered standing, frozen, as she had watched Elena not chew, but swallow the woman whole.
Nicole witnessed Megan and each person thereafter as they too were taken from the cage one by one, week after week, and swallowed alive by the giant Elena. The thought of being alive inside someone, to be used as food, horrified Nicole and occupied her thoughts day and night. She kept torturing herself, thinking about what the others must have experienced as they were taken in by a massive hungry mouth, pushed and tasted by a long thick tongue, and forced down a dark gullet into a place where no person was ever meant to be. With no hope of escape, those people had been digested and absorbed into Elena’s body. Nicole didn’t know if the process took minutes or hours, but she obsessed over the idea constantly.
Nicole’s shoulders slumped. The relaxing clean feeling brought on by her bath was fading away now as her thoughts changed and guilt started to flow into the dark corners of her thoughts. She tried to clear it away but it was persistent and wouldn’t leave. It was no accident she had survived the longest. She never told the other prisoners. During the long nights of hatching failed escape plans or arguing over whose fault it was they were in this situation, Nicole had never divulged that she knew Elena. She had remained calm week after week, knowing that Elena wouldn’t pick her—at least not until the end.
Did it all matter? Over the past weeks horror had turned to rebellion, and then once all escape attempts had been foiled a grim acceptance had grown over the remaining prisoners. Now, the last remaining prisoner, Nicole, knew her time was almost up. But would Elena really do it? A small shred of hope still glimmered in Nicole’s mind. Would Elena spare her, or would Nicole end up disappearing down Elena’s throat like all the others.
“What are you thinking about little one?”
The booming voice startled Nicole badly. She yelped, turned quickly toward the voice. Her foot tangled in a stray piece of what had once been Megan’s bedding and Nicole fell hard on her backside. Through the bars of the cage, she could see Elena’s huge brown eyes, a nose, and lush lips.
Nicole untangled her feet from the cloth she had tripped on and got back to her feet. Her heart raced. Elena had scared the shit out of her! Nicole couldn’t believe that someone who was a colossal giant to her had come in the room without Nicole even noticing.
Elena laughed, moved her face away from the cage and sat down in her desk chair. She started to type on her computer keyboard, the clickety-clack of buttons sounding like hammer-blows to Nicole’s sensitive ears. Nicole walked to the bars of the cage and wrapped her fingers around the cool metal of the bars. She stared out and up at the giant. The house was normal, the office was normal, the desk was normal, but to Elena—at two inches tall—the view outside of the cage was her entire universe. Elena sat straight in her chair; she was wearing black pants and a blouse that seemed to be made of wavy diagonal black and brown stripes. It fit tightly around torso, accentuating her abdomen and breasts, but the elbow length sleeves hung loosely on her arms. Elena’s long perfectly straight blond hair hung down from her head between her shoulder blades. Elena’s face was smooth and beautiful, if a little heavy on the makeup. She had the face of a model and sat with the confidence of a celebrity. Anyone who saw this woman on the street would give her an admiring glance, but would never expect she was a murderer.
Keyboard buttons clacked and the car-sized mouse moved and clicked as Elena continued with her emailing. Nicole mustered her courage and spoke, making sure to speak loudly and clearly so the giant woman could hear her.
“Elena I need to speak to you. “ Nicole hated the sound of her voice. It was meek, shaky.
The giant woman stopped typing, turned her head to the side to stare at her tiny captive in the cage. “Yes I figured you had something to say. I knew you’d speak up when you were ready. I bet I can guess what this is about, but you right on ahead. I’m all ears.”
Nicole swallowed the lump in her throat. “It’s been a week since you…I mean since Dan was taken…and I…um…well since everyone else is gone I want to know what is going to happen to me?”
Elena leaned closer to the cage. Her large full lips moved, “What do you think is going to happen to you? I should think it would be obvious.”
“I…I know you saved me for last on purpose. Why?” Nicole’s body was trembling. Here she was, confronting the only person left to talk to, staring up into face that included the immense hungry mouth that was to be her final destination.
“Out of courtesy. “ Elena waved a hand dismissively. “I know we weren’t exactly friends or anything but since I knew you from Dr. Vorian’s office I…well…you were always friendly to me when I sat in the chair and you cleaned my teeth. When I shrank that bus load of people with my minimize-gun I never knew you were on board. I wanted a complete group of strangers. I never actually meant for you to become part of this. I guess despite all the things I’ve done, I actually feel guilty that you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Say what you want, but that’s why I use total strangers, it helps eliminate the guilt factor. They are nothing but special treats to me.”
“I can’t believe this. How can you be so cruel? Being complete strangers makes it easier? Those people had lives! And now what?” Nicole was afraid of the answer to her next question. She dared to let herself hope. “So once upon a time we knew each other. I was your dentist’s assistant. You were a client in my office and I cleaned your teeth on occasion. I’m not a total stranger. So that means you…you can spare me, right?”
Seconds ticked by as Elena seemed to be deep in thought. Nicole gripped the metal bars tightly until her fingers hurt. Finally, the giant woman replied, “The shrinking process is irreversible. Can you live the rest of your life in that old hamster cage? Didn’t think so. Plus, the more I think about the irony of a woman being devoured by the same mouth she used to clean—I love it! I’m sorry—well, not really—but I’m afraid you’re fate is the same as the others.”
Nicole rested her head against the metal bars and sank to her knees. Her stomach turned over, sending hot bile up into her throat. She felt weak, her heart raced, her body trembled. The glimmer of hope in her mind faded away like a light being broken from its socket. “I...I guess I’ve known all along what was going to happen. Ever since the first time you ate one of us, I can’t stop thinking about it, what they must have been feeling, what they went through…inside of you.”
“I bet you’ve been thinking about this a lot. Here, see if you recognize this.” Elena bent her head closer to the cage. When her face was inches away from her prisoner’s tiny body she spread her lips and opened her mouth wide. She stuck out the length of her long tongue, letting it fall over her lower lip to rest against her chin.
Hot breath blasted over Nicole’s body. Her eyes opened wide as she stared into at the pink flesh and white teeth of Elena’s cave-like oral cavity. Nicole did indeed recognize that mouth although before she had been looking down into it from the comfort of an exam room stool and Elena’s mouth had been of normal size. Now, Elena’s mouth was so huge it could easily take Nicole’s entire body in to be consumed. Nicole could walk right inside and have her head barely brush the ceiling! Teeth stood, blazing white, smooth and straight. The tongue, long, wet, and sparkling in the light waited patiently. It hung there, smooth as glass with the exception of the tiny bumps of taste buds that littered its surface. The tongue was long and proceeded up over Elena’s lower lip, deeper and deeper into her mouth where the bumps got bigger and bigger until the tongue took a sharp downward turn as it met up against a highly reflective wet throat wall. Past that point and down the gullet was only darkness. Above the chasm, a droplet of pink flesh hung suspended in an archway of flesh. Nicole unintentionally held her breath as she gazed into Elena’s throat, knowing she would soon disappear down into its warm waiting wetness—a place where only food was meant to go, but now thanks to Elena’s minimize-gun it was a place Nicole could enter easily.
Elena’s tongue withdrew. Her lips closed and she moved her head away from the cage. “Come on don’t tell me you’re scared. You’ve seen me with my mouth open several times.” Elena laughed and said, “You’ve technically been in there before, when cleaning my teeth right?”
“Oh my God.” Nicole said. She slowly got back to her feet, using her hands on the bars to pull herself back up from kneeling. “You…you’re not going to chew me up are you?”
“Of course not. Although that would really be ironic wouldn’t it? I mean, the lady who once cleaned my teeth getting smashed into pulp—but no, you’ll slide down my throat alive and whole, just like all the rest.” Elena turned back to her computer and renewed her typing, perhaps bored with the conversation.
Nicole forced herself to breathe slow deep breaths. Two months she had been trapped. Nicole had stood idly by while the other captives argued, shouted, and fought with Elena. Every argument had been tried, and they all had failed. Nicole knew that begging would do nothing. Screaming and fighting would do nothing. Megan had shouted and fought and kicked, even as her body was sliding down Elena’s throat. Escape attempts had been tried, and all had failed.
A thought had been forming in Nicole’s subconscious. She had fought against it, but now it was coming to the front full speed. Elena was sick, twisted, a murderer—and she was in complete control. She would come for Nicole, to devour her as a ‘special treat’ soon. The past eight weeks had been agony. Nicole didn’t want to spend whatever remaining time she had left wondering when the end was going to come.
She started speaking, part of her brain amazed at what she was saying, “Elena, I want to do it now.”
The clacking of the keyboard stopped. Elena looked down at the cage on her desk, her eyebrows raised, eyes wide in surprise. “What?”
Nicole gave herself a mental push before she could change her mind. “I want you to take me now. I...I can’t go on like this anymore. I hate this cage; I hate thinking about being eaten every second of every day. If I am the last, and you won’t spare me, then I want to do it now. I…I want it over with.”
Elena smiled with her full lips; her eyes were wide in amusement. “I must say I’m a little surprised. Well I ate lunch not too long ago, but I think I can accommodate you. It’s actually kind of exciting, having someone ask to be eaten. Yes, alright, I’ll do it if that’s what you want; these emails can wait.”
An enormous hand reached out and fiddled with a clasp at the top of the cage, then lifted the roof away. It was happening! It was going to happen right now! Nicole couldn’t take back her decision. She had to go forward. The massive hand, fingers spread wide, descended toward Nicole.
“Elena wait!” The hand stopped. “I...I’ll go willingly but there’s something I want in return. Nothing cruel. No teasing, no toying with me. Just…just let me do this at my own pace. “
“Maybe I should make you scrub my teeth for old times’ sake? No?” Elena let out a sigh. “Very well, I’m willing to try this. All the others I had to force down my throat, but this may be fun. Just remember no trying to escape or things will get very bad for you.”
The hand descended and massive fingers curled around Nicole’s two-inch tall body. Nicole tensed as she was picked up. Her stomach lurched as she was lifted into the air. Seconds later Elena, her elbow perched against the cushion of her chair’s armrest, uncurled her fingers revealing Nicole’s shrunken from lying in her palm.
Nicole stared up at Elena’s beautiful but frightening face. She wasn’t sure what to do, how to begin. She sat there for a moment, feeling the smooth soft skin of Elena’s hand on her fingers and toes. Elena’s lips were turned up in a smile, her teeth visible and flashing in the light like white glass. At one time Nicole herself had cleaned those teeth with a dentist’s pick and motorized scrubber. She had done a good job, but never would have thought she would be admiring her handy-work from this close up. Those teeth were massive, sharp, and could tear her to bits. Of course it wasn’t the teeth she was worried about, it was what lay beyond.
Teeth parted slightly and the tip of Elena’s tongue poked out. It ran from left to right across her upper lip, leaving a moist trail in its wake. “So my little former dental assistant, should I toss you in or…?”
“No I…I’ll do it myself,” Nicole stuttered. She felt disconnected from her own body. It was like someone else was saying the words. She couldn’t really be going through with this, could she? She ignored the rational part of her brain, the part that told her to jump from Elena’s palm, the part that told her to beg for her life. Nicole had to suppress those feelings. Her fate was set; she wanted to go on her own terms. She mustered her courage and spoke carefully and confidently in order to disguise the unsteadiness and fear in her voice. “Bring your chin down here and rest it on your palm.”
“Haha this is quite unnerving. I’m not used to one of my snacks giving me orders.” Elena, amused smile still plastered on her face, bent slightly forward and rested her chin on the upturned heel of her hand.
Elena’s lips were only a few feet away from Nicole now. Nicole couldn’t take her eyes off of them. She stood up, her legs wobbled and threatened to give out but she mustered her strength and got to her feet. The lips in front of her moved, “For what it’s worth little one, I truly never meant for you to become part of my…obsession.”
“That means nothing to me. You’re evil and cruel. You took me away from my life and I hate you for it. You’re nothing but an immoral murdering cannibal and someday you’ll be discovered.” Nicole was proud of herself and her defiant words, and was glad her voice hadn’t cracked as she said them. She waited; sure that Elena would send some scathing words or punishment her way. Instead, Elena’s massive lips only frowned. Had Nicole struck a nerve? Nicole felt adrenaline rush through her body. She was more scared than she had ever been in her life, but strangely calm as well. Her heart beat against her ribcage in anticipation of what was to come next.
“Open your mouth,” Nicole said.
Elena didn’t hesitate. Her lips spread apart forming a circular opening that became wider and wider as her mouth opened. Warm air gusted out and flowed over Nicole’s body making her hair sway in the breeze. Nicole forced herself to take a step forward. She felt like she was in a trance. She stared directly into Elena’s mouth—the huge living cave. Two rows of perfectly white teeth complete with sharp rocky molars were positioned in healthy pink gums. A wide, thick, pink tongue sat waiting, its surface gleaming and glistening with wet saliva as when Nicole had seen it earlier. The tongue rocked from side to side, unable to keep still, perhaps impatient to taste the meal standing before it. Nicole watched the tongue for a moment, mesmerized, and followed along its centerline deep into Elena’s mouth, to her throat.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Nicole said out loud. She forced her breathing to remain steady. She didn’t want to panic. She put one foot in front of the other and took another step closer to Elena’s maw.
The roof of Elena’s mouth was smooth, pink like the rest of her mouth. It turned shiny and soft as it curved and formed into an archway over Elena’s dark gullet. Elena’s uvula swung gently with each breath coming from below. For a moment Nicole contemplated grabbing that dangling piece of flesh and hanging on for dear life. But by the glossy look of the thing, she knew her grip would slip right off.
She took another step forward. Teeth, tongue, and tonsil-less throat filled Nicole’s vision. Another step, saliva coated everything, reflecting the light and making everything glossy. Nicole was so close now she could see the taste buds and fibrous carpet-like texture of Elena’s tongue.
After one final agonizing step, Nicole stood beneath two dark nostrils, and stared directly into Elena’s wide mouth. Her skirt was going to make it difficult for Nicole to maneuver and climb over Elena’s bottom teeth. She pushed her skirt down and let it fall crumpled to her feet. She stepped out of it and kicked it aside. Skirtless, Nicole figured what the hell and grabbed her shirt and pulled it up over her body. She tossed it down onto the palm of Elena’s hand.
She took a deep breath, then another. She stood in the palm of a giant’s hand, dressed only in her bra and panties, about to be eaten alive. A bead of saliva fell from the roof of Elena’s mouth and landed on Elena’s tongue, leaving a glistening strand like a crystal rope hanging in the air. Nicole winced. She had been around plenty of saliva when working in a dental office, but she never imagined being coated with the stuff. She reached up and put her right hand against one of Elena’s front teeth. Then she put her left hand against one of Elena’s bottom teeth and got a firm handhold. Heart pounding, Nicole ducked forward, hiked up her left leg up and over Elena’s lower lip and pulled herself inside Elena’s mouth. Once over the bottom lip and lower row of teeth Nicole pushed with her foot and propelled herself forward.
Her entry wasn’t as graceful as she would have hoped. She fell forward, her arms shot out to brace for impact and smacked against Elena’s tongue with a wet slapping sound. Nicole instinctively curled up her body. “Ugh, oh my God!” she said in disgust as the feel of Elena’s tongue slithered over her bare skin. It was warm, soft, and unbelievably slippery. Beneath the thick coating of saliva Nicole could feel the furry texture of Elena’s tongue; its fibers poked at her skin like tiny course hairs. Saliva immediately stuck and coated Nicole’s skin wherever it made contact with the tongue’s glossy surface.
She tried to keep herself under control, but it was hard. Nicole’s heart started to beat faster, it was hard to breath. She was curled up on Elena’s tongue like a piece of meat. In one direction teeth and lips formed a doorway to the outside world. In the other direction was the tunnel of Elena’s throat, waiting to take Nicole away forever.
Nicole’s head was within inches of Elena’s swinging uvula. Elena’s throat was open to reveal a slick shiny wall that descended down into darkness. Nicole stared at the wet pink throat in front of her. All she had to do was push forward and let herself slide over the edge of Elena’s tongue and down into her esophagus. Then it would all be over—at least until she got to Elena’s stomach.
She had watched as seven other shrunken prisoners had been taken and eaten alive by Elena, and now it was Nicole’s turn. The others had all been forced, tossed in, dropped in, played with and swallowed. Nicole didn’t want to go that way. She didn’t want to stare straight down Elena’s gullet like all the others had. With great difficulty, Nicole shifted her position on Elena’s slick tongue. She spun around, careful not to knock her head against any of Elena’s wicked looking molars. She turned so that she was slightly curled up, her belly against Elena’s tongue but now with her head at the opening to Elena’s mouth and her feet pointed at Elena’s throat.
Small whimpers escaped Nicole’s mouth as she started to inch herself backwards. She tried to control the fear but her resolve was close to breaking. She thought about how she used to look down into this mouth with the high intensity dentist’s light and about how she was now inside that very mouth, about to be swallowed whole. Nicole felt her sanity slide one step closer to the edge.
Sensing what Nicole was doing, Elena’s mouth started to slowly close. A shadow fell across Nicole as teeth and lips came together. Nicole, frozen, watched from her unique interior perspective as Elena’s teeth and lips came together. As the light faded away and Elena’s tongue pushed Nicole up against the roof of Elena’s mouth, Nicole finally let loose with a scream. It was a scream of anger for having been taken from her life and locked up in a cage for two months. It was a scream of frustration for being two-inches tall and powerless. It was a scream of disappointment at herself for giving up hope and giving in to letting herself be consumed like this.
The tiny scream inside Elena’s mouth eventually faded away. On top of Elena’s tongue, Nicole was exhausted. She let the warm saliva wash over her. It coated every square inch of her body, including turning her hair into a sopping wet mess, until she was just as slippery and pliant as the tongue she rested on. She didn’t fight. She let Elena’s tongue roll her back and forth. She let the taste buds slide across her skin. She let herself be pushed and pulled across Elena’s palate.
The tiny woman endured the minutes, which seemed like hours, of sucking and torment within Elena’s hot mouth. Busy trying to wipe and keep saliva away from her own nose and mouth so she could breath, Nicole hardly noticed the subtle change in angle of the mouth as Elena tipped her head back. One second Nicole was being sucked on, saliva washing over her like a flood, and the next she was sliding backwards.
Elena’s tongue dipped as she relaxed her throat. Nicole’s legs slipped over the downward curve of Elena’s tongue. Nicole felt her legs being squeezed and could feel the overly large bumps that were prominent at the back of Elena’s tongue. Nicole instinctively dug into Elena’s tongue with her fingers as if to keep herself from sliding any further downwards. It was no use. The thick coating of saliva prevented her from getting any hold on the slippery surface. Elena’s throat relaxed; her tongue wriggled. Nicole slipped down into Elena’s throat all the way up to her sodden bra. Below, Nicole’s legs and buttocks were surrounded by tight wetness. At her feet she could feel the hard flap of Elena’s epiglottis, the door that would close to cut off her windpipe to allow food to be sent down the esophagus.
Saliva was gathering by the bucket load. This was it. After weeks, days, and hours agonizing over what Elena’s other victims had gone through, it was finally Nicole’s turn. She tensed her body, dug her nails into the surface of the tongue, and gritted her teeth. Elena’s uvula lay on top of Nicole’s back, between her shoulder blades. It lay there like a soft wet sack and was strangely lightweight. A moment later it was gone, disappeared, and Nicole knew it was time. She braced herself. Elena’s tongue pushed in an incredible rippling motion.
Elena swallowed.
Nicole slid from Elena’s tongue as if shot from a canon. Elena’s epiglottis snapped closed over her windpipe, opening her esophagus. Nicole was squeezed by soft flesh on all sides as she was pushed effortlessly down into the depths of Elena’s body.
***
Nicole screamed out as another spasm of pain wracked her body. She lay in a pool of thick mush made up from a mixture of Elena’s lunch and stomach juices. The hot liquid that was mixing with the rest of the stomach contents was almost unbearably hot. It stabbed and pricked at Nicole’s skin like thousands of tiny needles. It washed over her skin and attacked her most vulnerable areas first, like her fingers and toes.
Nicole didn’t know how long she had been down in the sack of Elena’s stomach. It could have been only minutes, or maybe hours? She had crawled into Elena’s mouth of her own volition, had endured climbing into that gaping maw and being swallowed. Now she was determined to endure until the process was complete.
She knew she was being digested. She knew the immense folds of Elena’s stomach walls were expanding and contracting, causing waves of acids to crash down around Nicole’s body. It was too dark to see, but she knew her body was being taken apart. It was just as well that it was so dark. She didn’t want to see what was happening.
Seven others had endured the process before her. Nicole tried to think of them as she struggled to breathe. How many other victims had there been before that? How many other busloads of “special treats” had Elena created? Worse yet, how many more were yet to come?
In the depths of Elena’s body Nicole retched at the noxious air until her sense of smell mercifully failed. She kicked and pushed at the muck around her, desperate to keep afloat in the dark until she lost feeling in her legs. Her arms were next. She felt like her skin was on fire, but could no longer struggle in the soup of digestive liquids. She felt exhausted, tired, sleepy. More agonizing minutes passed until finally, thankfully, numbness spread into her core from her legs and arms. The pain seemed to amplify around her groin, abdomen, breasts and neck. She arched her back and screamed out in one final spasm…then the pain was gone. Nicole let out a breath as digestive enzymes finally penetrated their way into her body. She drifted down slowly until her body was submerged below surface of Elena’s lunch. The pool of digestive juices washed over Nicole, taking bits of her away piece by piece. What couldn’t be taken apart was sent into the tunnels of Elena’s intestines for further work.
Hours later, Elena’s stomach sat empty…waiting for new occupants, which were sure to come.
THE END