"You remember the safeword?"
 
Dwayne knelt in front of me, staring into my eyes with a serious expression. I nodded. "Of course. It’s ‘Magenta’."
 
"And you /will/ safeword if it gets to be too much?"
 
"Of course." I scratched my wolf under his chin.
 
"We've done this before, babe. What are you worried about?"
 
Dwayne sighed. "It's just . . . longer and more intense than our other scenes," he said. "I want to make sure you're ok."
 
"I promise, I got this. And so do you." I kissed his muzzle and took his hand. “I’ll be ok, babe. And if I feel I need to, I promise I’ll safeword.”
 
Dwayne nodded. "Ok. You ready?"
 
I grinned. "Yeah."
 
He left the room. I took my place on the bed, lying down as if I'd been sleeping for a long time.
 
When I heard him return, I groaned and sat up, as if groggy. "My head . . . where am I?" I asked
 
"You're in my home, meal." The booming voice behind me made me jump, and I turned to see an enormous wolf standing beside the bed, grinning.
 
"M-Meal?" I gulped. Before I could react, the wolf scooped me up, grabbing my hands tight as he walked out of the room. "Where are you taking me?!" I demanded. I struggled, but his strong arms refused to let me go.
 
"To the kitchen, my little snack." My captor laughed. "I'm going to feast tonight."
 
We reached the kitchen all too soon. On the counter I saw a tub of honey barbeque sauce, and long string of rope. I swallowed hard. "What are you going to do?" I asked.
 
The wolf cackled. "I suppose you haven't been listening." He shoved me on the kitchen counter, and leaned forward so our faces were inches apart. "I'm going to prepare my little human here. Then I'm going to swallow them down nice, and digest them like the piece of meat they are." He licked his lips.
 
I tried to scoot away, and looked around for a place to jump off the counter and run, but his paw slammed my chest against the counter, and before I knew what was happening, he had the rope in his other hand. "What a delicacy you are," the animal purred, licking his lips as he tied my ankles together. "I'm going to enjoy forcing you down my throat."
 
"You'll never get away with this," I snapped, struggling in my bonds, trying to get the paw on my back to move. But it wouldn't budge. "Someone will notice that I'm gone; they'll call the police--"
 
"No one will notice." The wolf chuckled. "And even if they do, they don't know where you are." He leaned down, and whispered into my ear, "You're nothing but my meal now, little human. Better get used to it."
 
His tone made me shiver. Before I could react, my wrists were tied to my ankles, unable to move. The wolf took a few steps back to admire his handiwork, and from the corner of my eye, I saw him smirk. "Delicious," he murmured, grinning madly. "A trussed up little human—perfect for dinner."
 
He walked out of eyesight for a moment, and when he returned, he was holding a massive silver platter. The wolf easily lifted me with one paw, and plopped me down on the plate. The metal was cold to the touch, and reminded me all the more of my status as food.
 
"Now," my predator said, smiling, "for the finishing touch."
 
He grabbed the tub of honey barbeque, and picked up a basting brush. Then he dipped the brush in the sauce, and the process began.
 
The wolf started with my face, painting it with the sweet barbeque. Then he went down, first to my shoulders and neck, then to my back. I sighed, leaning into his strokes. This almost felt like a massage, if I forgot the fact that he was doing this for the purpose of eating me. And I wanted--no, I needed--to forget that, even for a moment. Because I had no hope of escaping.
 
My predator brushed my ass and legs, and then my feet, causing me to involuntarily giggle when he ticked my soles with the touch. Then, he stopped, and put the brush and barbeque away.
 
I was all prepared. There was only one thing left.
 
The wolf stepped in front of me, licking his lips like crazy. "So tasty looking," he said, drooling. "Guess it's down the hatch for you, human."
 
"Please," I whimpered. "Don’t eat me--I'll do anything!"
 
"Oh?" said the wolf, smirking. "Then stay still while I have my dinner."
 
Before I could react, my head was stuffed inside his massive mouth, and an eager tongue intruded on my face, licking it from every angle imaginable. Drool and spit washed over me as the wolf panted, mixing saliva with the barbeque running down my face. I heard him moaning with pleasure, and my heart sank--that meant I tasted good. And that meant he would--
 
/Gulp!/ The swallow sent my head into his tight throat, an unwelcoming chamber that was eager to get me to the stomach. Above me the wolf licked my bound wrists, lapping them up like sweet candy. He was moaning more, in such delight that it was barely believable. How could I taste that good? It was terrible, it was--
 
/Slurp!/ Another swift swallow sent me down further, and soon the /gulps/ became steady as the wolf licked me up, then sent me down like the food I was. It wasn't fair. I had so much to live for; it wasn't--
 
/Smack!/ The next swallow shoved me from a tight space into a spacious one. At first I was relieved to leave the confines of the throat, but then I smelled acid and heard the bubbling of liquid.
 
It was the stomach.
 
I thrashed about, trying to get escape, hoping and praying the wolf would spit me out, gag, die, anything. But above me, the predator only laughed, and gave the final swallow to seal my doom.
 
/Gulp./
 
I slid into the stomach, with the rest of my body following close behind. In my bound state I couldn't really maneuver, so I was stuck laying awkwardly in the tight confines, unable to move.
 
The stomach jiggled, and I knew the wolf was smacking it; above, I heard him laughing. "Good night, meat," the wolf said, chuckling. "You tasted absolutely /divine/--the honey barbeque was a perfect compliment."
 
I took a long, deep breath, and leaned against the pliable stomach walls. Soon I'd be back up above, with Dwayne cradling me in his arms and affectionately licking my face. I'd shower, and he'd make vanilla mint tea, my favorite, and then we'd cuddle together on the couch for some aftercare.
 
But for now, I wanted to savor this terrifying moment.