This choice: Fight to the bitter end! • Go Back...Chapter #6Fight to the bitter end! by: Unknown Just because there is no hope does not mean that you must accept the situation. You tighten your grip as you wiggle your body, as if you might shrug off the mouth of your older sister. But she merely finds this amusing, as you can tell by the giggles that accompany your frantic movements. She counters with her tongue, which slithers along your belly before parting her lips, only to lick your face.
Crystal enjoys this little game. She can end it at any time, but she thrills at the feel of you struggling inside of her mouth. The rush of having you alive and squirming inside of her mouth makes her salivate all the more, coating you in puddles of spittle. She purses her lips and sucks on your body, dragging you in all the way to your neck before releasing her overbearing grip.
She allows you to pull yourself out a little, enough so that your breasts pop out and rest on her lower lip. A gob of spit also escapes, running down Crystal's chin. But this escape is short-lived. You feel her massive lips squeeze around your upper body right before she sucks you in again, taking you up to your neck.
This time she also pulls away her hand, prying loose from your arms with ease. Your arms reach straight out, flailing in the air and grasping for the one anchor that has kept you from being fully engulfed up until now. Feeling nothing, you switch tactics and hug her lower lip, waiting for her assault to end.
When it does, you muster all of what little might that you have, pushing back with your legs as your arms grip her face and pull. A sudden lurch allows half of your body to escape, so that her upper lip now rests on your ass and your upper body dangles from her lips. You feel exhilarated for a moment, as if you have won a great victory. But as you prop yourself up with your arms, you look with horror at the lips surrounding you, noticing that Crystal is smiling.
It is obvious, as it always should have been, that she is simply playing with you. She can end this game at any time. And that time is now.
Crystal sucks you back in as if you were little more than a strand of spaghetti. Your frantic kicks and screams do nothing to stop her. Crystal places an index finger on the top of your head and uses it to push you back inside. You attempt to swat away the finger with your arms, but do nothing to stop her. her lips and tongue work together to gobble you up. Before you know it, your head has passed over her teeth and you are surrounded by an enamel prison. Only your arms stick out now, latched onto her index finger. As the finger withdraws, you hold on as best you can, but your best isn't nearly good enough. The finger is pulled out of her mouth, but you are still trapped inside.
Your arms frantically reach around outside, the only reminder to the outside world that you are the meal currently being eaten by Crystal. Your forearms curl around her lips, once again hoping to keep yourself from sinking in any further. The slimy slickness of her spit does not allow your grip for long. Crystal puckers her lips as if for a kiss, your arms visible outside for but a moment, before they are also sucked in. Crystal's lips curl into a smile of great satisfaction now that you are trapped inside.
Her head tilts back, and you search for another grip, but there is none. Your hands grasp, your toes dig into the soft, fleshy interior, but you slip backwards nevertheless. Looking back, you see the dark, cavernous abyss that leads to Crystal's throat, and this leads to her stomach.
Your left leg slips underneath you, then goes straight as it dangles over the precipice. Crystal's tongue alternately licks and slaps at you, both tasting you and working you into the back of her mouth. You slide back even farther, the soft fleshy interior pulling you back. Your fingers claw at her tongue but cannot get a grip.
Your lower legs are falling into the throat. Everything is going so fast now. Crystal's uvula is being drawn along your back as you fall inexorably into her throat. You try to bring your legs up again, but find that they are hopelessly bound together inside her throat. The peristaltic pull of her throat muscles urge you inside, and you cannot resist. You fight, but you still slip deeper inside of the throat of you sister.
Your will to live and the hunger of your sister for your flesh wage a war of wills. But despite your desire not to become Crystal's meal, her desire to eat you is winning.
You are now barely in the mouth anymore. Only your head and arms can be said to be in her mouth, as you stare out at her teeth and tongue. Every few second, another tug pulls you down. The back of her tongue rams you down into her throat, and the throat muscles hug you, squeeze you down enough so that you can't even see the inside of her mouth anymore.
But you are still a big meal for her, and the muscles soon tire and release you. You are able to barely worm your way back up, able to reach out and touch her tongue once more.
Another pull drags you down again, this time engulfing your head, and you feel as if you are drowning for a moment. Crystal holds you there, a lump adamantly stuck in her throat, for a few more seconds before releasing. As you pop back up, you reach up and your hands grasp her uvula. You seize it, hanging on just enough so that the next peristaltic push does not drag your head inside of the throat. But it does pull you down enough that your hands slide down, compromising your grasp. Crystal shakes her head rapidly from side to side, and your grip is broken.
Crystal takes advantage of the opportunity and swallows mightily. Your head immediately is surrounded by the soft, yet firm muscles of her throat. You descend enough so that only your hands can wiggle about freely. Your progress is stopped again, as if she cannot get you down any farther but neither can you escape your position. You wiggle about involuntarily, hoping to worm your way back out. But your movements only serve to help Crystal, and as you wiggle, you find that you're only working your way deeper.
Another pull and you find yourself slowly sliding down, but making definite progress toward her stomach. Several waves pass by in succession, and you gain momentum. Eventually, your feet can move again, followed soon by your legs as they kick around in their newfound 'freedom'. With a quick squirt, you are rudely dropped inside of her belly. You only have the strength to lie down and rest as Crystal's stomach begins working on you, kneading your flesh and squirting digestive juices onto your helpless body.
You attempt to stand up, only to bump your head on the top of her stomach and then fall on your ass as the churning stomach knocks you off of your feet. You begin to see stars as the lack of oxygen gets to you. With one last act of defiance, you launch yourself at the side of the stomach wall and pound it with your fists. Jets of acid launch from every angle by now, covering you head to toe in stomach juices as Crystal's digestive system seeks to make you a part of her.
You feel faint and fall back, losing consciousness.
But somehow, you regain your senses, and as you open your eyes, you see that you are now in:  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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