There was a time that Dina saw Xiomara every day. Having been a lowly servant of the city, Xiomara was one of the many Goddesses she'd see roaming around – the sort that wouldn't have given her a second look. She wasn't low enough to be a slave or foodstuff, but far from high enough to be treated with any sort of respect.

She felt the familiar rumbles of giant footsteps, and her group of escaped servants hid themselves as best they could. Unfortunately for Dina, her old 'owner' was fond of shiny precious rocks on their servants, and the glint of gemstone caught Xiomara's eye.

Casually grabbing the escapee from behind the bush, Xiomara sat herself down as Dina's friends watched on in silent horror.

“Small meal” Xiomara muttered, though her stomach sounded busy already.

The small meal kicked and yelled. “Wait! Don't you recognise me! I'm a servant! You should bring me back home. I'm sure my owner would reward you greatly for my return” she shouted, trying to turn to face the giantess.

Xiomara looked at the little snack dangling from her finger and thumb. She reckoned the supposed servant girl to be telling the truth. However, carrying her back sounded like an awful lot of work.

“Reward would be one meal-slave. Scrawny little thing. Not worth time.” Xiomara said as she swung the tiny side to side, before lifting her high in the air and opening her mouth wide.

Between yelps and screams, as she was lowered into a wet, uncaring mouth, Dina cursed her luck to be caught by the one lazy Goddess without a sense of honour or duty.

The little slave tasted of sweat and musk, life in the deserts and jungles left most people like this – and that taste was Xiomara's favourite. She mused over it as Dina's bare legs slid over her tongue. Back home, while they were unwashed, the meal-slaves also tasted of other dirt and filth, which took from the overall flavour. These morsels she ate outside were all the more succulent.

As the slavegirl slid into the giant's cramped gullet, she kept begging for release, trying her best to bargain with the giantess who was never going to change her mind. The annoying mewling she made simply lead to her demise faster, as it was beginning to annoy.

Xiomara put some effort into slurping and gulping the girl quicker, and once her face passed her lips, she was granted some peace and quiet. A little swallowing motion, and the entire being that was an escaped servant, who had tasted freedom for just a little while, was now descending to her demise.

She slid down the cramped, tight throat before popping out into the stomach proper, where she landed on something hard and muscular. Not that she had intimate understanding of internal anatomy, but Dina knew she wasn't the only one in here. She felt around for a moment, and shook the first person she could get hold of. In the darkness of Xiomara's gut, she found no company to calm her down during her final minutes, as the air grew stale and the fluids around her lower half began to burn her skin.


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