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A Vore-Torn World - Page 125 - Duck Out of the Way - By PurpSoul - Overview
No way are you walking through the middle of a group like this, and turning around in your tracks would be far too conspicuous. You hurry to the side and duck between those two buildings, breathing a sigh of relief as you make it out of sight. You keep walking for a few steps just in case, then turn around.

You gasp as a delicate hand grips your throat, and something big and fleshy mashes against you. Your eyes widen as you are shoved against the wall. One of the girls followed you, a roundfaced girl with glasses and curly red hair. You hear muffled screams, and glance down to see her round tummy, wrapped tight around a dying male. She's panting, tongue hanging out, and her mascara lined eyes are halflidded.

"Thought you could slip away, huh?" she breathes, parting her pouty lips. Her breath is hot and heavy, and saliva drips from her tongue. "I should thank you, I don't like doing this in public..."

"N-now now, wait a m-minute" you say, squirming and wriggling. Your heart is thumping madly in your chest, and your mind races as you desperately try to figure a way out of this. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, nails digging in as she pushes you down. Your face rubs across her bloated belly, eliciting agonized cries from within. You whimper as she pushes you below her skirt, and you see her bare, dripping pussy. The hair around her cunt is as red as the hair on her head, and moistness is dribbling down her thigh.

"Killing these things gets me so hot..." she moans, and grinds her vagina firmly against your face. She bites her lip and groans, beginning to buck slightly. You splutter and try to protest as her thick lips smear you with steamy juice.

"You're gonna die in there..." she whispers as her vagina grinds mercilessly. "But don't worry, I'm sure my boyfriend won't mind. Will ya, hon?"

A horrible wail from her tight, writhing gut is the only response, cut short by a creaking, cracking sound. "Oops, guess I meant ex-boyfriend..." she giggled, as you feel a few final spasms from the dead boy above you. Panicking, you manage to pull free of her cunt, and you are almost able to slip between her legs and make a break for it, but she seizes your hair and yanks you back up, growling lustfully. She holds your head by the hair and begins humping your face, pounding your head against the brick wall behind you. Your head spins, and you writhe and jerk feebly, dazed by the repeated blows to your skull. With each buck of her hips, her labia slides further over your face, slowly working your head into her brutally tight vagina. You hear more cracking bones above you, a horrifying preview to your fate. With a sticky slurp and guttural groan from the teen, your head pops into her pussy. She arches her back, both hands clutching the brick of the wall behind you. You feel her body shudder as your head is all but crushed inside her throbbing vagina. She shoves her hips down a bit, forcing deeper into her agonizingly tight tunnel.

“Aaaagh....h-hurts....” you whimper, trying to pull free of her sticky, suffocating snatch. Your hands clutch at her thighs as her sex threatens to envelop your shoulders.

“Ohhh, you don’t know hurt,” she moans, her breath coming hot and fast. “Nnnnn-not yet.... oooh, not yet....” she bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut, before pushing down hard with a strained whine. Your shoulders and arms up to the elbow disappear inside her dark wetness. Your head squeezes through a hole that feels like it can’t be wider than a golf ball and pops into a sac that you can only assume is her womb. In the meantime, while your head may be free of the crushing passage, your chest is not. You gasp vainly, desperately trying to suck in a breath.

“I call... my pussy-hahhhh- I call my pussy B-boa,” she manages, between gasps and grunts of pleasure. Her voice is thick with lust, her halflidded, watering eyes staring down at your pathetic, wiggling bottom. “Because,” she continues, “It suffocates.... it’s prey, and then...” she closes her eyes tight, shaking with arousal. “....it eats them whole,” she groans, and her sex pulses madly for a moment, expediting your entry. You might think the nickname horribly stupid if it wasn’t so horribly frightening in the context. True to her word, your head begins to spin, and if it wasn’t pitch black inside her pungent sex, you know your vision would be fading.
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