You know that life as a slave will be demeaning, hard, and probably short. But it is a life, it is better than what happened to Lieux, it must be. You whisper into her ear, “Please let me live!” She laughs, she grabs you by the feet as you try and scramble away, she sucks on your toes, giggling as they wriggle in her mouth. Your feet and thighs go down quickly, you feel sick with fear as you feel them hit the back of her throat, bending down into her throat. You are lifted up to look at the peasants point and laugh at your desperate form as it slowly slows down their leaders throat. You look around for anything to grab, you push on the dies of her face trying to get out, but she simply widens her mouth ad swallows your hands, “I want to live, please, don’t do this” you desperately plead as your stomach enters the warm, slick mouth of your captor, her tongue, teasing you balls as they slide down her throat. She gulps and swallows, loudly sending you down alarmingly fact. Soon your are up to your head and soon, her lips slide over your face as you take a last glimpse at your last bit of life. You are then in darkness as her meaty tongue pushes your face down her throat, your sobbing form balled up into her stomach as you impotently bash against the sides. Hours pass.
