An Unfortunate Incident off the Main Trade Routes
 
 
 
  Shanra sat on the dusty ground, her arms bound behind the pole pressing against her back.
 
  A local band of orcs had captured her caravan a few days ago as they were crossing the lower marshlands of the western marches. She and her caravaners had fought, but in the end the orcs were too many. The survivors were dragged the dozen miles or so to the orc's village.
 
  She tried to suppress her memories of the days after that, the torture and rape, watching as the men were killed and the women fed to various riding beasts the orcs used. Some were giant lizards, others were wolves or strange flightless birds, even one that seemed like nothing more than a giant frog.
 
  Some of the beasts killed their victims before eating them, some did not. She had been forced to watch, often on her hands and knees as members of the village made use of her. The worst had been her sister, she had been fed to the frog. The frog seemed to be similar to some tree frogs she had seen, green with orange spots, the creature being somewhat slender compared to a
bullfrog. It was about five feet long, and had swallowed Tana feet first.
 
  The sun had been in midsky, the day warm and muggy. The orcs released the frog, which hungrily moved towards the struggling girl. With an audible snap, the frog's tongue shot out, grabbing the sobbing girl's legs. Quickly, the frog swallowed her to her hips.
 
  Tana had screamed and cried for mercy but the orcs had merely laughed. Shanra had screamed too, the orc chieftain had her tied to posts, forcing her on her hands and knees, buttocks up lifted. He had savagely sodomized her as she watched the frog slowly swallow her sister down.
 
  The frog's belly writhed as Tana's legs flexed inside it. The frog had engulfed her up to her shoulders. Tana whipped her head from side to side as the frog's entire body quivered with the struggles of the woman's attempt to somehow free herself. Occasionally the frog would try to swallow her completely, but it wasn't quite large enough.
 
  Tana's cries slowly changed from fear to pain as the frog's stomach began to digest what it had of her. Hours passed and her cries of agony filled the air. The frog kept its mouth clamped shut no matter how hard she struggled. Details of Tana's form would show, pressing out against the stomach walls before she would move, constantly seeking a way to escape the burn of the stomach's juices. Tight as the stomach was around her lower body, it would visibly distort and stretch as she writhed within. Finally weakening, her screams faded to moans as her struggles stopped. Her eyes turning glassy, she stilled. The frog's stomach held her tightly as digestion continued, until finally the frog swallowed mightily, sending the rest of her body down.
 
  ...
 
 
  That was days ago though, now Shanra was the last survivor. Now it was near sunset and it was her turn to die. The orcs gathered around her. One strode forward out of the crowd, leading a huge lizard, it was something like a gila monster, but its body was a full five feet long and two wide with a fat tail.
 
  Suddenly it shot forward, snapping its jaws over her legs. Shanra screamed in pain as the creatures short peg like teeth sank into her thighs. It tried to crawl backwards to pull her off her post, stretching her body out over the ground.
 
  Laughing, one of the orcs stepped forward and cut her loose from the post, but not cutting the bindings keeping her arms secured.
 
  The lizard lunged forward, swallowing and pulling her legs into its body. Its jaws clamped down again, this time over the tender flesh of her abdomen. Shanra's eyes bugged out as she stared at the creature eating her. It did not chew, seeming content to hold her. Shanra squirmed, but the lizard's innards
held her tightly in a warm slimy embrace.
 
  The lizard tilted its head back and started to work its jaws over the woman, first shifing its head left, then right, each time pulling her a little farther in. She screamed and gibbered in terror, as the animal's stomach welcomed her legs in.
 
  Powerful muscles forced her down, her legs curling inside the lizard's belly. Finally it was as stuffed with her as it could get, having managed to close its mouth over her head, just her arms sticking out.
 
  Shanra wriggled and twisted. She felt a tight constriction around her waist, below that was the stomach which was stroking and pressing against her legs and lower body. At first it was just uncomfortable and slimy, but soon enough her skin and lower orifices started to burn. Outside, muffled cries could be heard as the pain mounted. Soon enough a violent struggle could be made out under the lizard's skin as the woman inside experienced
digestion in a most personal way.
 
  The cries grew louder over time as the digestive fluids increased in potency. The pressure inside the stomach increased over time until she felt that her legs were going to be crushed. She could feel burning fluids being forced into her nether entrances. She struggled until she thought her bones would crack, screams torn from her tortured soul as she felt the acids eating away at her insides. Finally she started feeling faint with loss of blood.
 
  Outside the lizard, it could be seen that the womans struggles started to subside and finally stop. The sharp outlines of her legs in the lizard's body started to soften, finally turning into a large lump.
 
  The lizard swallowed three times and the womans arms were pulled down into the animal's body, its belly distending enormously as it swallowed down what remained of Shanra.