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Vore Vs. - Page 5 - Block and counter with a combination attack. - By CuddleSlut - Overview
You raise your arms, ready to block Angel’s next strike… but a strike doesn’t come. Angel stops, smirking, and grabs you by your raised arm. She twists in the air, slams her foot into your ankle and flips you into the air.

With a cry of surprise, you flail through the air, dizzy, and slam into the floor. You stagger to you feet and try to gather your ki, but Angel round-kicks you in the ribs. With a grin and flourish, she twirls through the air, and her other boot clocks you in the head. You see stars, and a moment later, you feel her grab you and hoist you through the air before slamming you down on your back. As you lay winded, Angel gives a playful exaggerated flourish with her arm, then yanks down her thong and plops her bare ass on your face with a heavy thud. You give a muffled cry, your face squished between her supple cheeks.

“So much for your fancy karate,” Angel taunts. “Enjoying the view?”

You try to push again Angel’s ass, but she grabs your arms, pulling them tight against her ribs, and pulling your face tighter against her ass. “Nuh uh,” she scolds. “You’re not going anywhere, kiddo. Not until I’ve had a little more fun with you.”

Angels grinds her sweaty ass against your face. You squirm, grimacing as the stink of Angel’s ass clings to your skin. As if this wasn’t bad enough, Angel’s pucker ripples and expands, and as she spreads her cheeks, your head begins to slip inside her asshole. You scream, your voice muffled by the stinking walls of Angel’s colon, and kick furiously, panicked, but it’s no use. Angel wiggles her ass and sinks deeper, sighing and blushing lewdly.

“You weren’t much of a fighter, girlie, but you’re gonna make a great butt-snack.”

Her buttocks rhythmically clench around your head, as if you chewing you, the grip of her hot, slimy bowels dragging you deeper into her body. Soon your shoulders slip inside Angel’s big, round ass, and Angel let’s go of your arms, smiling. The pressure of Angel’s muscular butt-cheeks pins your arms to your sides. Your elbows and hands are still free, but you can’t manage to get a handhold on anything, and you can feel your body being helplessly pulled and squeezed into the depth of Angel’s rank, slimy intestines. Warm mucus soaks through your clothing, and you cough, overwhelmed by the stench. Angel bites her lip and purrs as your body continues to slip insider her ass, clearly enjoying herself. In a few seconds, your entire body is inside Angel’s ass. Your sneakers slip off your feet and drop to the floor as your wiggling toes are swallowed up by Angel’s gluttonous butthole. The steady pull and squeeze of Angel’s bowels pushes you up into her stomach, and you find yourself forced into a fetal position, held tight by Angel’s stomach walls.

Angel sinks to the floor, moaning and cradling her swollen belly. “Ahh… damn you feel good in there.” She slips her fingers down under her belly and between her thighs. “Mmm... look how wet you got me! Make sure to squirm around a lot in there, okay loser? It’ll make this sooo much better.”

You know you’ve got to keep fighting, even if it seems hopeless. You can’t let this cruel woman win the tournament! You can’t let all your training go to waste! You strain and thrash, trying to push yourself up through Angel’s throat, but her esophageal sphincter doesn’t budge, and all you’re managing to do is form bulges in her belly. Angel strokes her pussy, smiling, clearly pleased by your efforts. You keep struggling, but the heat and pressure inside Angel’s body is overwhelming, and it’s getting harder to breath. Angel plunges her fingers deeper into her cunt and yanks down her bra, playing with her nipples, laying flat on the floor as her belly jigggles atop her.

“Yeah!” she pants. “Keep fighting me, butt-snack! I wanna feel how helpless you are in there.”

You wince, your eyes watering. Angel’s taunts sting, as do the stomach acids that are beginning to soak through your tights and coat your thighs and ass. You put out a last ditch effort, struggling with all your might as Angel masturbates furiously, moaning, her stomach kneading and squeezing you. Her body shudders as she cums to your struggles, squirting salty juice all over her toned thighs. Moments later, you collapse, squashed by the unrelenting pressure of her gut. You’re getting dizzy now, your vision growing dark from the lack of air.

“S-sorry… everybody…”

You lose consciousness. As your body goes limp, Angel sits up, grinning, her cheeks glowing with lust, licking her lips. “Mmm… all tuckered out? Good. Take a nice long nap while my belly takes care of you.”

Stomach acid soaks into your limp flesh as Angel’s belly churns around you, slowing turning you from a toned, beautiful woman to a shapeless mass of meaty goop. You utterly dissolve over the course of half an hour, your entire body nothing but mush for Angel’s greedy belly to absorb. Soon what’s left of you sinks back into Angel’s bowels, heading out the same way you came in. The grip of her intestines packs you into a series of soft, brown lumps, passing slowly through the winding course towards her back-door.

Angel smiles as a stinky fart puffs out of her butt. “Hmm, you sure didn’t last long in there, kiddo. Guess even my guts were stronger than you. Let’s see what’s left of you.”

Angel drops her hands to her knees and squats over your empty shoes, her ass bare. She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment and gives a little grunt and push. Your steaming, brown remains begin to coil on the floor as Angel slowly squeezes you out.

“Ooh,” she coos. “You feel good coming out. So soft, and smooth. I bet you were born to be poop.”

The last chunk of you hits the floor with a plop. Only the toes of your shoes can be seen under the immense pile of shit, the only hint that this stinking mess used to be a spunky young martial artist. Angel pulls up her thong, leans forwards and looks down at your pitiful remains, smirking.

“I’d say you put up a good fight, but I don’t think there’s much point in flattering you now. Feel lucky you got to be a real fighter’s bowel movement.”

Angel strikes a playful pose as the Host begins to take her to her next fight.
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