Ada’s teeth rattled, and not just because she was terrified. Glass jars
clattered with each thunderous step, table quaking with the giantess’ every
stride. She wanted to run, she needed
to run, but Mabel was only now standing up, having cost them precious time
while hunched over the edge of the table. Ada had at first assumed she was
helping one of the others up but that scream only seconds before… She wasn’t
sure if it was Heather or Ren, but whoever it was, Ada knew no one else would
be coming up that rope.
“M-mabel, hurry! Wh-what are you doing?!” Her voice desperate,
frantically waving her notebook in the air — an ugly ink line scratched over
the page from when the mysterious bang had startled her.
In one fluid motion, Mabel pushed herself up and broke out into a full
sprint. They didn’t need to coordinate or explain the next stage of the plan.
Years of working together in combat zones had given them an almost unmatched
efficiency — not to mention that there really was only one choice for them: get
out immediately. Ada easily fell in next to her friend, her weariness forgotten
as her training took hold. They passed the open tome. Any lingering tinge of
regret immediately crushed by her resolute determination to survive.
They were both out in the open, the dim chandelier paving the way across
the table to the escape rope. She wanted to glance back, despite the booming
steps providing all the information she needed. She wanted to cry, despite
knowing it would be futile. She wanted to know who was on the rope, and why
Mabel had cut it. She kept her face forward, her emotions under control, but
still she asked:
“M-mabel, why?” Ada didn’t need to mince words; they both knew what she
meant.
She wondered if Mabel heard her, or maybe chose to ignore her. This
wasn’t exactly the best time. In a voice of barely controlled anger Mabel said,
“The bang that woke up Anna. It was Heather.”
“Wh- why? Why would she… I don’t… don’t understand.”
“What I wanna know is why those bloody potions didn’t do anythin’. Was
it Heather, or did those bastard twins knife us in the back as well?”
“I don’t th-think they would have. At least… I think Ged…” she felt a
pang of sorrow for the aloof man, “h-he would’ve said something, and I d-doubt
Ren would risk something like… like this. It could only have been Heather…”
After everything they had been through; after Adelaide had forced the
twins to spare her life; all that and still Heather betrayed them. She found
herself blinking away tears, not sure if they were from hurt or anger —
probably both. Ada shook her head, forcing herself to focus. The rope was fast
approaching now, depending on how close Anna was they could still make it. As
she listened all she heard were the sounds of their rasping breath and rushing
boots, but nothing else.
She was engulfed in shadow. Galvanised, both Ada and Mabel pivoted,
wordlessly darting into a new direction as something came hurtling toward them.
They were too late.
The mug slammed into the table. There was a deafening crack and the
world went blinding black. Before she could register what had happened, Ada ran
headlong into a clay wall. Her ears rang and the floor spun. A throbbing pain
thrummed through her head. She was on the floor. She knew she had to get up.
She had to try and get out of her prison. She had to help Mabel.
Adelaide tried to think of a spell, but the ringing in her ears was
overwhelming. Worse yet, dizzying orange light suddenly poured in from a crack
on her small horizon, stabbing into her pounding skull. She felt the rim of the
mug scoop her up and she tumbled into the container, landing on something soft
and warm and moving: Mabel.
Her head swayed and swivelled. She heard muted booms, a muffled voice
filled with urgency, the chiming of bells. Bells? No. The tinnitus faded as her
vision regained its focus. There was a crack in one of her lenses. They were
moving. She crawled onto her side to see the fuzzy image of Mabel smashing into
the bottom of their prison with her fists. Each blow accompanied by a crunching
scrape as the metal cracked the surface.
“Stop it. Do you know how hard it is to find cups this size?” Anna said, her voice teetering between amused
and annoyed.
Every word struck them like a hammer as it echoed in their
claustrophobic prison. Mabel simply hissed in anger, bringing her fist down
again and again and again. The cracks spread and Ada felt a flicker of hope. We can still get out of this. The fall might
be a problem but maybe if I cast-
Anna rattled the mug.
Ada felt herself pinball wall to wall. The taste of salt and iron burst
in her mouth, her tongue igniting with pain. She collided into Mabel and heard
the other woman grunt. Ada’s entire body was throbbing, her head a blooming,
buzzing confusion. She was sliding, falling. Air. Thud. Soft. She was dimly
aware of change but couldn’t tell how or what. Ada simply lay there, the room
spinning.
*****
Ada woke with a start. Something was shaking her and it took a moment to
realise Mabel was crouching over her, face furrowed with worry. An armoured
hand squeezed her shoulder.
“You- you’re okay. Oh, Ada… For a moment… for a moment I thought-” Mabel
shook her head, as if afraid that voicing her fears might tempt fate. “Listen,
the giant, she left the room just a few seconds ago. If we hurry, we can still
figure a way out, but we have to go now.”
Ada nodded and painfully pushed herself up, forcing down an intense urge
to vomit. Her vision seesawed as she tried to regain her balance. She almost
collapsed, but Mabel held her steady until the world stopped gyrating. Groggily
she took in her surroundings and gasped.
They were standing on a bed that sprawled out around her like a dam
covered in frost. The material of the duvet was unfamiliar, but soft as sage
and pale as snow. Next to the bed stood a table with a familiar looking mug and
a lamp glowing a warm, sleepy gold. A high-vaulted ceiling stretched up into a
gloom beyond their sight, the dim outline of rafters just barely visible. The
rest of the sparse room held three other — similarly large — beds, all neatly
lined against the austere walls. It wasn’t all too different from the barracks
she and Mabel had met in. Wasn’t too different from the home they ran away from
either.
Ada felt her heart plummet, a cold weight sinking into her chest. There
was no obvious way out, no path back to the kitchen. Her gaze darted upward,
catching sight of distant rafters and narrow windows — features that might’ve
once served archers long ago. But they were impossibly far, mocking her with
their inaccessibility. Even if they managed to find a route, how long would it
be before Anna returned? Ada’s breath quickened as her thoughts spiralled, her
mind latching onto plans only to discard them moments later. Each failure
stoked her growing panic, her anxiety like a kettle over flame. Her hands
trembled. Her vision blurred.
No escape. No power. We’re going
to die here.
“Come on Ada, we have to go.”
Mabel gently pushed Ada’s hand away from her cheek — she didn’t even
realise she was scratching — and pulled her forward, forcing her into motion.
The running came easy, the pain in her bruised body a welcome distraction.
Though more than anything, Mabel’s firm tenderness and her big, clunky hand
encasing Ada’s was what kept her from the brink. Ada squeezed it, her thoughts
briefly drifting to the tiny pistons and delicate cogs nestled within the
gleaming bronze alloy. Each piece had been painstakingly crafted by Ada’s
hands, but it was Mabel who had truly given them purpose, who gave them life.
That was how it always worked: Ada could devise the solutions, but Mabel gave
her the strength — the heart — to see them through.
“W-we can… can try to use the sheets to climb down. M-maybe we can get
low enough for the fall to not matter.”
“Right.”
Maybe there was a chance. They’d gotten out of desperate situations
before, together. She might not know how yet, but they could adapt, survive,
and plan as they go. They had been through so much together already. They still
had so much ahead of them. Giving up would make every sacrifice so far be in
vain. Ada realised Mabel was still holding her hand. There’s still a chance.
Anna strode into the room, a towel wrapped loosely around her middle.
The sight made Ada let out a soft, involuntary whimper. Both women froze in
place, as though even the smallest motion might seal their fate. But it was too
late — Anna’s dark eyes were already locked onto them.
“Good,” she cooed as
she approached. “For a second there I was worried you two were broken before
we even had a chance to have some fun.”
There was a susurration as the towel slipped down her body. For a moment
it clung to her breasts and hips, before surrendering to the rolling sway of
her stride. With a single step she crossed the length of an entire boulevard.
Ada instinctively shuffled back, her legs trembling like jelly. She almost fell
over, knees too weak to support her weight, but Mabel’s hand still gripped
hers.
“As long as we’re together, everything’ll be okay,” Mabel whispered, her
voice firm, though her grip on Ada tightened as if to reassure them both.
“I’ve brought something for you,” Anna said, her voice lilting with mock sweetness. “Though I’d wager
you won’t have much use for them anymore.”
Ada wanted to wither away on the spot as her gaze climbed the towering
figure above. Her thighs rose up like pillars supporting heaven. She craned
higher, over sinuous curves of hips, a firm abdomen, and full breasts. Anna
didn’t look like a mere giant, she was a force of nature.
Somewhere in the back of Ada’s mind, a flicker of irrational gratitude
sparked for the crack in her glasses. The imperfection blurred Anna’s
overwhelming presence, dulling the sharpness of the vision. A part of her
feared that if she could see the giantess in perfect clarity, it would shatter
the fragile sliver of sanity Ada had left.
Anna’s closed fist loomed above them, her teeth flashing with a
mischievous grin. Ada flinched as the hand opened, releasing whatever it held.
In the corner of her eye she saw Mabel bring up an arm to shield herself,
preparing for the worst. Two ropes — one long and one severed — unfurled
lazily, landing around them with a dull thud.
The way out was gone.
“You two are awfully close to the edge,” Anna purred, her voice thick with amusement.
“Let’s scoot you back a bit. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt, now would we?”
Ada’s breath hitched as Anna leaned in. One massive hand, half-cupped,
descended toward them. It swept forward with the casual inevitability of a
tide, shoving them back toward the center of the bed as though they were crumbs
on a dinner table. The duvet swam beneath Ada’s feet, its soft surface
impossible to brace against. The pillowy surface was already difficult to walk
on, but with the weight of Anna’s hand it was like she was trying to escape
from a riptide.
Ada could feel the kiss of the palm’s heat glowing against her back. She
tried to think of a way out, to save herself, to save her friend, but every
idea crumbled in the face of the hand that was bulldozing them further from
escape. A spell? No, I don’t know any
that could help here, except maybe… she glanced over at Mabel, feeling her
insides tie into knots. The other woman was furiously pushing against the hand,
but without anywhere for her feet to find purchase she simply slid along the
bed’s surface. Maybe if I can get Mabel
to throw me. It’s a slim chance, but splitting Anna’s focus might be the only
way for at least one of us to find somewhere to hide. Please Mabel, you have to
get out.
Ada was about to call out her plan, but Mabel’s footing gave way. Anna’s
hand toppled her over, then uncaringly rolled her along the duvet. Ada yelped,
panic surging as the corralling palm slammed into her back. Her feet danced as
she tried to keep her balance. She leaned helplessly into the pressure, her
body pinned between the unstoppable force and the rolling chaos beneath her.
The pressure on her back lifted, and Ada’s legs gave out, sending her
sprawling into the soft bedding. Everything blurred around her. Her glasses
were gone. Biting back tears, she crawled on all fours, desperate to find them.
She felt the cold metal and glass brush against her fingers. She grabbed hold,
but before she could get her bearings, the world heaved. Ada was sent rolling
again, her fingers scraping uselessly at the sheets as she tumbled. She spun
over and over; the bed shifting beneath her, until, as suddenly as it had
begun, it stopped.
With trembling hands, Ada fumbled to put her glasses back on — and
immediately wished she hadn’t. Anna lay on the bed, head propped up with one
hand, her naked body like the silhouette of a mountain range encircling them,
blocking every escape. Deep down Ada realised that no feat of magic or
ingenious engineering could possibly stop this colossal being.
Anna eyed the pair with an unsettling mix of curiosity and mischief.
Slowly, deliberately, she trailed a finger around them like she was
circumscribing an invisible wall. The soft rustle of her nail against the sheet
made Ada’s skin crawl. She wanted to bolt — to run — but one look at Anna’s
eyes told her that’s exactly what she
wanted. So Ada kept her legs firmly planted on the ground, despite her most
base instincts screaming at her to do otherwise. She even managed to stop her
hand from scratching her cheek — Mabel would be proud if the small victory
wasn’t so utterly pointless now.
“You two aren’t like most of the little ones I come across, are you?” Anna mused, her voice a rich purr that filled
the cavernous room. “Most of you pipsqueaks tend to dissolve into tears the
moment we come face to face. But you… Breaking and entering, vandalism, voyeurism…”
The last word lingered in the air, dripping with insinuation, as Anna’s
grin widened.
Mabel finally recovered and scrambled into a defensive crouch. “And
you’re still holding onto that little spark of defiance. Adorable. Because I’m
feeling generous today, maybe I’ll give you a chance…” She tilted her head,
closing one eye and pinching the air as if sizing Ada up through the space
between her thumb and forefinger, “...a little one. Wouldn’t that be fun? Or
perhaps you’ll just entertain me by trying and failing. I’ve been so starved of entertainment in this place.
Either way, I do love a good game."
Ada could almost feel her synapses firing as she weighed their options.
It was more than likely a trap, but it was still a chance. Anna probably knew
Mabel was stronger than the average person but she might still underestimate
them. Not to mention their ingrained coordination and Ada’s sorcery, though
she’d rather not rely on the latter.
“Wh-what’s the g-game?” she stammered, the words tumbling out before she
could stop them.
“It’s simple, really. All you need to do is…”
The mattress shifted again as Anna moved, her weight rolling through the
bed like waves crashing onto a shore. She leaned forward, lips parting, her
shadow stretching across them like an eclipse.
“Back off!” Mabel’s voice rang out, strong and defiant, cutting through
the oppressive atmosphere. She stepped forward, her bronze arms creaking in
protest as she raised them in a protective stance.
Anna’s dark eyes only glanced at Mabel for a second before her hand
moved. A single flick of her finger toppled Mabel like a chess piece, sending
her flying across the bed.
Ada gasped, hands instinctively raising to help her friend, but Anna’s
looming presence demanded her attention. The giantess angled in lower, closer,
her lips parting fully this time.
“Aaaaaaaaaaahh,” Anna
intoned, the sound low and drawn-out, vibrating through the air like a distant
storm. Oppressive heat of her breath washed over Ada, thick and humid, carrying
a faint scent of cinnamon and steel. It clung to her skin, heavy and
suffocating.
Ada fell onto her back. Her fingers dug into the duvet as the mattress
tilted beneath her, body sliding inch by inch closer to Anna’s open mouth. The
giantess’ teeth gleamed in the dim light, framing the cavernous darkness
beyond. Her chest tightened, panic seizing her. Mind racing, searching
desperately for an escape. But the overwhelming reality of the situation was
undeniable. She was about to die.
With a sudden, deafening snap,
Anna’s teeth clamped shut — close enough that the soft graze of her lips
brushed Ada’s nose. The sharp crack of it sent a jolt through Ada’s body,
breaking her paralysis. She flinched, trembling, her breath coming in shallow
gasps as the giantess’ stifled laughter echoed around her.
“...save your little companion,” Anna finished in a soothing, harrowing tone.
Ada blinked in confusion then felt ice creep up her spine as the
realisation hit. Her eyes darted to where Mabel had fallen, but there was
nothing. The bedding was empty. She looked back toward Anna, her dread rising,
but massive fingers were already descending. They wrapped around her before she
could react and enveloped her in warm darkness.
Gravity shifted and her stomach lurched. Light flashed as fingers
invaded the tight space: poking, prodding, pulling. Cloth and wool strangled
Ada’s body before shearing apart under the strain. It didn’t take very long
before she was stripped completely. Her naked skin, black splotched with
patchworks of pinkish-white, prickled as cool air settled on her.
The hand finally unfurled and Ada was exposed again to the dim light,
barely an arm’s length from Anna’s face. Close enough for Anna’s breathing to
billow through Ada’s puffy hair and fog up her cracked glasses. Close enough to
reach out and touch the hunched over figure of Mabel. A curtain of spit soaked
hair clung to her face, while her golden arms strained against teeth that
would’ve bisected any normal person by now.
“Gods, Mabel! M-Mabel, h-hold on, we can get you out!”
Ada took a step forward, her skin prickling as she glanced down at the
deadly drop between Anna’s palm and chin. She leaned closer, hand reaching for
Mable, then flinched back as a guttural chortle boomed around them. Clearly
Anna was pleased to see her game was in motion.
The giant’s laughter faded, and her brows began to furrow. Ada was
confused at first but then realised Mable wasn’t just holding the jaws in place
anymore, she was actually forcing them wider. The bronze arms were bellowing
from the effort, steam spewing as the engines were pushed beyond their limits,
but Mabel was doing it.
“Y-yes, Mabel! Yes! You’ve got this!” Ada cheered and almost leapt with
hope and pride. Anna had underestimated them, she underestimated Mabel, and now the game was theirs.
But her joy was short-lived.
Anna’s tongue slithered between Mabel’s legs and curled up, before
dragging her in. Her cheeks bulged as she swished the girl from one side of her
mouth to the other. Eyes rolled impatiently as she eroded her morsel’s
resistance.
Ada, meanwhile, was forced to jump back and grab hold of a tree-sized
finger as the giantess adjusted herself to lie down on her back. The hand
turned, forcing Ada to cling to the finger like a branch. Her legs began to
flail desperately but to her surprise, she felt her toes touch skin. She was
hovering above Anna’s chin.
Tentatively, she let go. Landing just as Anna began to speak, her words
slurred from her struggling treat: “I shaid you haf to shave her. Shlurp~
Doeshn’t cownt if she doesh it. Last chance.”
Mabel’s upper half burst from the pursed lips with a pop. She heaved and coughed and
sputtered as she tried to get rid of the saliva filling her lungs. But Ada only
stood there, stunned, the sight of Mabel like
this crippling her already broken resolve.
Anna’s breathing was deeper, sharper. A slight rocking motion swaying
under Ada’s feet broke her from her stupor. She glanced back and saw down the
valley of Anna’s body a hand buried between her thighs, the massive wrist
bobbing up and down with a deliberate rhythm.
Ada looked at Mabel again. Trapped between vicing lips: disheveled,
drenched, and exhausted. Mabel wasn’t going to save them, only Adelaide could.
She furiously scratched at her cheek with a single thought repeating in her
mind: cast a spell or we both die.
But there was only one spell that might
work. One spell that would take all her remaining energy. As her gaze settled
on Mabel’s shuddering shoulders, the area where metal joined shrivelled flesh,
she knew within that she couldn’t do it. Not again. She still had to do
something though; time was running out.
“Mabel, grab onto me. We’re g-gonna get through this. Just… just h-hold
on.”
Ada took her friend’s spit-soaked hands in hers and began to pull. Her
muscles were screaming, she was
screaming, but Anna sucked on Mabel just enough to keep her in place. Ada
placed one foot on the giant’s lower lip, using it as a fulcrum, then hefted
with all her remaining strength.
“Mmmmmmhhhh~”
“P-pullll Mabel! Pull!!!”
Metal fingers crushed hers as they both strained. The pain didn’t
matter. She had to push through it. Ada leaned back further. Her arms felt on
the brink of dislodging. She felt her veins bulging. Her vision blooming with
black snow. There was a tugging feeling. Mabel was moving. Slipping out towards
her. Just a bit more. Just a bit more. They just had to—
“Pull!”
Crick
Ada flipped backward, her glasses flung from her face, her aching body
suddenly in a freefall. Her vision was a haze but she could feel Mabel’s finger
still intertwined with hers. We did it!
Plop
The fall was mercifully short, but still enough to punch the air from
her lungs. Wheezing, Ada scrambled up, still clinging tight to the metal hands.
She stopped. The metal arms — only
the metal arms — hung limp in her grip. She only barely began to register when
a rolling lump passed under her, accompanied by a sickening…
Grllkk~
“Ahh… Theeeere you go~”
Two massive digits pinned Ada against the giantess’ throat, then dragged
her down. Soft skin smothered her as she was forced to follow Mabel’s descent
and the sound of her stifled screams. Ada could feel the tendons in her neck
strain and tighten as she tried to swallow back tears. Mabel’s voice melted
away to the booming thud-thud of
Anna’s heartbeat and a bassy gurgle
of her belly.
Ada came to a stop, digits only resting on her but it was enough to hold
her in place. With clenched fists she impotently beat at the unyielding surface
beneath her. Punching, sobbing, slapping, shrieking, kicking. Ada screamed and
begged in a feral wail over and over and over, “Mabel! Mabel!! Please, let her
out! Let her out! Let her out! Let her—”
The giantess simply pushed Ada’s head into her stomach, almost an
afterthought. The orchestra of Anna’s organs groaned like an engine eager for
fuel, while the rest of her body rocked with growing intensity as feverish
fingers pumped in and out of her pussy.
Ada couldn’t even hear Mabel’s screams on the other side. Crippled again
because of her. She had wanted so desperately to fix her mistake that it hadn’t
just cost them their home, but now their lives. When things went wrong, people
had a habit of wondering what they could have done differently. Imagining how
one small act or another could’ve saved them from their dreadful fate. Ada knew
it was pointless, but she wished… she wished she never became curious; she
wished she never cast that fire spell; she wished she took more time to spend
with Mabel rather than wasting them on new ways to fix her — ways that would
just end up getting them both killed in the end.
“Oh fuuuckk, need mhm-more.”
Ada crashed back to reality as the heavy fingers brought her lower. She
bumped over the divot of the navel. The intense scent of sex flooded her senses
before her face was jammed against Anna’s clit. Dragged over it. Swirled around
it. She tried to squirm but titanic fingers kept her rigid.
The giantess raised her just for a second. Enough for Ada to take a
single breath, then she was plunged between swollen lips that engulfed her,
drenched her, consumed her. Ada’s mouth filled with the sweet-sour taste of
Anna’s arousal as she was pushed deeper, then tugged back. In and out, in and
out.
Schlick Schlick Schlick
Fleshy walls almost snapped her collar bones as they convulsed in
pleasure around her. Flashes of light and blurry pink assaulted her poor
vision. Her lungs filled with fluid. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Two
fingers curled upward, ramming her into a bumpy, squishy ceiling. Grinding her
into it.
“S-so c-clossee. Nnhneed… Ah~
mmore…”
Ada was pulled out, cool air rushing in around her, the remains of
Anna’s lust still clinging to her skin.
Immediately she tried to take a breath but choked, instead hacking up a
lungful of fluid. Light stabbed at her watery eyes, liquid was streaming from
her nostrils. Another coughing fit, more fluid. Blinking through the pain, she
tried to get her bearings. Without her glasses, she could only make out shapes,
but it was enough.
The giantess eagerly wiggled her hips, the two soft cheeks, separated by
a shadowy ravine between them, jiggled with the motion. Anna’s fingers pried
one tanned cheek to the side to reveal her coffee-dark puckering ring.
Ada couldn’t even inhale enough air to scream. She flew forward, face
slamming into the colossal woman’s slick perineum before she was slid lower.
Dragged over and around the asshole. Above she could hear the giant’s rasping
moans, the sound of her other hand once again hard at work…
Schlick Schlick Schlick
A finger pressed down on Ada’s thrashing head, the wrinkled hole
spreading to kiss her nose, her cheek, her mouth. Pulsing with pleasure, almost
seeming to try and suck her in. With barely any strength left, Ada tried
desperately to wriggle her slippery body free but her slimy, tear-stained face
simply pushed in deeper.
“Get. In.”
Her head slipped inside, the sphincter squeezing down on her frail neck
like a noose while her face smeared and smushed and suffocated against Anna’s
rectum. Ada could feel the furrows of the anus brush against her shoulders. The
rectum relaxed. Another push. The asshole engulfed her entire upper half.
Ada braced herself. The pressure was more intense than anything she’d
experienced in her life. Her arms were pinned against her sides, elbows
bruising her ribs, hands contorting to try and pry open the flexing hole. Her
head was pounding. She needed air but she couldn’t stop screaming her throat
raw.
Fingers clamped her legs together and dragged her back. Ada felt herself
slide out until the space tightened and her breasts wedged her firmly in place.
She gasped, the bitter air thick in her mouth, her throat, her lungs.
Anna rammed her in.
Ada’s hips pushed past and she could feel
the giant shudder at the sensation. The silk-soft surroundings undulated,
pulling her in deeper, sphincter cinching her calves together. Through the
crushing walls she could feel Anna continuing to finger herself as rhythmic
pressure pumped and pulsed along her back.
She felt the pad of a finger push against her kicking feet. The rectum
spasmed greedily. So much pressure. Her rib cage was on the verge of snapping.
Ada’s feet slipped in, the finger following. Walls tightening. Her head felt
like a grape about to burst. Throb, pulse, pump. Anna’s muffled moans reached a
crescendo. Ada began to scream.
Clench
*****
Ada woke with a start. Something was shaking her and it took a moment to
realise that she was hanging upside down, a tight pinch holding her ankles. She
felt awful, like she’d been hit by a train. All around her the world was a
spinning blur. Did she lose her glasses? Maybe Mabel could help…
Oh gods, I remember…
Ada let out a strangled whimper as memories came flooding back. Even
with her poor vision, she could now make out Anna’s immense body, coppery skin
glistening with sweat as she flew across it. Up, up, up. Blood pounded in her
head. She tried to kick her legs free, but even as she began Anna’s mouth came
into view.
Anna’s lips lazily parted to reveal thick cords of spit hanging down
from her creased palate, connecting down to her tongue and teeth. The tongue
extended, resting in her lower lip, then curved, forming a slope leading
straight into the shadowy darkness of her throat.
“P-please, n-”
Anna flung her in.
A carpet of taste buds rolled under her naked body. Ada tried to grab
onto something but she was going too fast. Briefly, her one hand caught hold,
but she only managed to swivel around to the sight of closing teeth and ebbing
light, her heart sank as she realised this would be the last of the outside
world she’d ever see. Something wet and warm and heavy dragged from her
tailbone to the nape of her neck. Her legs kicked and crawled along a slippery,
constricting abyss. Finally, she came to a stop, her arms just barely holding
on to the spongy tongue as the uvula pushed against her head.
Grlck
The throat sucked Ada down, each pulse of undulating peristalsis
crushing her from every side. Warm bubbly spit flooded into every crevice of
her body, all the while rippling walls drew her deeper into Anna. The familiar
heartbeat boomed in her waterlogged ears, thundering in her skull like an
artillery barrage.
Hatred, fear, and simple exhaustion fought for control of her body. The
fear won. Panic set in. Ada felt herself beginning to hyperventilate, but hot
viscous fluid streamed into her lungs. Muscles in her arms and legs cramped and
spasmed as tight walls squeezed and held the thrashing limbs in place.
Anna’s esophagus gave a final squeeze then the floor fell away, plunging
Ada into a mire of frothing acid. Her legs collided with the spongy floor,
slipping out from under her, submerging her completely. Her feet kicked against
something hard, she pushed off it then exploded from the sea of fluid, sitting
up, hacking up drool and acerbic gastric juices. Sucking in fetid air that
burnt her lungs anew.
The sloshing turmoil was up to her breasts, while pulsing stomach walls
hugged her shoulders and shunted against her back. The noxious air, hot and
thick and humid, made her choke with every caustic breath filling her with the
urge to vomit. Her skin was already tingling, the acids gnawing away at her
extremities and kindling flickers of pain in the process. Surrounded by a
symphony of squelches and groans and the oppressive, unending darkness. Ada
wanted to cry, to scratch at her burning skin, to scream, but the sound of a
broken voice drew all her attention.
“Ad-da… you’re here… I was so worried… that she’d get you… I’m glad
you’re okay…” Mabel’s tone was surprisingly calm, though her voice rose and
fell between laboured breaths.
Ada pulled herself forward, her skin crawling as her fingers gripped
throbbing rugae. Her legs touched Mabel’s, knees knocking against knees as the
stomach churned the waters around them. She reached out, lip trembling,
mentally trying to keep the emotions from her voice.
“I’m here Mabel, I’m here. We did it. You saved us.”
Burble
“No… it was… you… I thought the arms were going… to break… but you were
so strong. Stronger than I’ve ever been…”
Ada blindly ran her hands over her friend’s body, suppressing a gasp as
her fingers met bone and torn flesh. She stopped when Mabel let out a sharp
gasp of her own.
“Oooh that… ah… that h-hurts. Fuck, that hurts. It’s okay… after this
we’ll get to the elves and then… everything’ll be okay again. And you… won’t
have to worry anymore…”
The tightness of tears crept up her throat, stinging her eyes. She
shook, quietly sobbing, her teardrops mingling with the frothing chyme around
her. Ada wasn’t sure if Mabel’s delusional state was from the last remnants of
the drug in Anna’s system, or her mind not being able to handle what was
happening, but Ada wasn’t going to take this away from her. For once, she would
be the strong one.
She swallowed, then ran her hand higher, over the puckered scar of an
armless shoulder, across a tender neck, and came to rest on Mabel’s cheek.
“After I heal you, I’ll build you another guitar, just like the one you had
b-before the accident. And then—”
Gurgle
“…then you can p-play for me, like you used to.”
“Like I… used to… miss it so much. Miss your smile… Ada I—”
Groan
The stomach contracted. She fell backwards then felt a surge of pain as
the wakes splashed over her tender back and shoulders, drawing new threads of
agony. She bit her lip, stifling a scream, her face twisting in a barely
contained grimace. But she stayed silent.
Glorp
The corrosive ocean was becoming sharper. Ada could almost feel it
fizzing across her submerged skin. Mabel began to murmur, then hiss, then bawl,
her legs thrashing as more and more acid poured down from the walls. Ada knew
it would be over soon. She scooped up the powerful woman within her arms,
cradling her, rocking her, waves relentlessly barging them one way and then the
other.
Ada heard, rather than saw, the moment the acids ate their way through
Mabel’s ribcage. Turning her clear screams into frayed cries, and finally a
rasping gargle. Over the gurgling and groaning, slurping and squelching of
Anna’s body Ada could hear Mabel whispering, not a hint of pain in her voice,
almost like she was falling asleep:
“Ada… I’m… glad I’m with you… I’ve always been… Before you, I never
dared hope…”
Mabel’s body went limp.
Numbly, Ada let her go, already feeling the body break and crumble as it
melted into the jostling chaos.
Splrtch
Adelaide wiped a tear from the blemish on her cheek. There was nothing
left. Her entire reason for living was drifting in a slurry around her. She
began to sob, loudly. The dam she had held back now broken wide. She had
nothing to lose.
Adelaide raised her arms, an angry red light leaking out of her palms.
It ebbed then flared then gushed, swirling into a searing globe of bright
flame.
Bursting capillaries had spread over her hands and up her arms like
cracks on a dark porcelain doll. The natural mosaic of her skin, pale patches
blending across a canvass of dark, was now painted with red burns. Around her,
the cramped stomach glistened from the light, expanding and contracting with
merciless efficiency. Ada was grateful she couldn’t make out more than vague
shapes drifting and tumbling in the bubbling chyme.
Adelaide focused on the ball of fire, pouring every ounce of mana,
anger, sorrow, and pain into its searing core. Their journey had begun with
this spell, and deep down, she had always known it would end with it too.
With a scream, she hurled it forward.
The fire struck the wall of lurid flesh with a violent thoom, erupting into a blinding
flare. For a fleeting moment, the brilliance consumed everything, but then it
flickered and died, smoldering out.
Grulgluglugrrr
The smell of acrid smoke lingered before it dissipated into the noxious
air of Anna’s stomach. The pulsing walls warbled, a hissing sound at the rush
of syphoned air, followed by a low gurgling. A moment later the stomach
lurched, accompanied by an ear splitting Uurp!
Ada sagged down into the sizzling slime. The most powerful spell she
knew, the one that destroyed their lives, and it only amounted to a smoky
belch. A sudden jolt of writhing pain spasmed throughout her body as the acids
began eating away at newly exposed nerve endings. She screamed but even that
was devoured by Anna’s hungry belly.
BluUuRrgrle
Ada could feel her body coming apart at the seams. The waves sloshed
around her neck, bitter-sour liquid spilling into her mouth. The stomach was
squeezing her, pushing her, pulling her, hugging her. It squished her down,
forcing her head under the miasmic pool. The churning, scalding fluid roared in
her ears and melted her eyes. Her body too weak to even flounder.
GlugGlubGlug
Something sucked her down, springy muscles squeezing around her brittle
legs. Her mind was blooming with unseen stars. Pulse, suck, pump, pulse, suck,
pump. Her hips slipped past the pyloric sphincter.
Grrrrnnnnnrnr
Ada heard Mabel’s voice in the back of her mind: As long as we’re together, everything’ll be okay.
The stomach pumped Ada deeper into Anna’s bowels. Pressure wrapped
around her ribs and spine, the constricting muscle sloughing off skin and
holding her like a vice. Blinding, throbbing, crushing pain.
Mabel, now we’ll be together
forever…
Crack