TRINITY CULTIVATES A TASTE FOR NATIONAL SECURITY
by Ladyprey

Jerry arrived at the NSA offices promptly at 9am. Not having the faintest idea why he was being summoned by the director himself. Not entirely unusual because of the diversified nature of his missions of the last 7 years. He was quickly ushered into a conference room where about a dozen others seemed to be reviewing files and tapes. He was greeted and introduced around the 'suits' none of whom he knew.

The director got straight to the point; "Jerry, we've selected you for this mission for a number of reasons, not the least of which is your ability to think on your feet, a quality which seems to have been lacking in 2 FBI agents and one of our own. They've disappeared without a trace. The FBI came up empty handed but our agent did manage to find a warm trail before he too disappeared".

 What followed was a review of an audiotape recorded from a wire the agent was wearing just before he vanished. Jerry had some trouble making out what was being said even though the tape had been computer enhanced, but he did hear some fragments of the agent's side of the conversation. One of the techies filled in some of the blanks with a transcription. Jerry read "What's happening to me...I'm shrinking...this can't be happening...what are you doing...oh God, nooooo......please don't eat me".  He ascertained that the agent's companion was female but her voice was so low and throaty the techies had trouble making out any intelligible conversation.

 Now here he was on the street again, going through what he had to go on; the girl's name was Trinity and she apparently worked as a stripper at an uptown DC gentleman's club called Good Guys. She may only be a slim lead but  it was all they really had.

 Jerry entered the dimly lit club and made his way to the bar past the four 6 x 6' raised stages where completely naked girls danced. Exceptionally attractive ones, Jerry thought. Over a whisky he asked the bartender if Trinity was working today. He indicated a lithe beauty descending a staircase in a flimsy robe and told him she was up next.

When she ascended one of the stages, Jerry sat himself at the adjacent table while Trinity disrobed and begun her dance. He found himself enthralled both with the beauty of the girl and the raw grace and sensuality of her movements. He noticed a number of men make their way to the front of the stage for a more intimate view and of course, the customary dollar. She was doing very well monetarily.

Jerry decided to sample her wares for himself and without moving from the table, placed a dollar on the edge of her stage. She turned her attention to him and he couldn't take his eyes off her despite himself. She writhed onto all fours to be closer to his seated level and managed to appear extremely predatory to Jerry, moving her face to within inches of his, across the table. Suddenly her mouth was wide open and he was gazing into a beautiful pink cavern ringed with perfect white teeth and deeper back, her dark gaping throat that seemed to beckon to Jerry. A thunder flash went off in Jerry's head with the pure surprise at the illusion of being drawn slowly into that gaping maw, closer and closer to that waiting throat.

Wow, what was that about, he thought coming back to his senses and aware that she was back on her feet and sensually caressing her body causing Jerry to momentarily fantasize about actually being swallowed alive by this beauty and just how bad could it be to be imprisoned in that body. "Cut it out" Jerry thought, this is very unprofessional and I am on an operation; not the time to lose my head over some bimbo. But damn, that was one hell of an illusion and got him to wondering if he had imagined it or had she somehow conjured it.

 Anyway, back to business he thought taking one of his cover business cards out and scrawling on it "call me". His cover was a freelance computer techie which was perfect in this situation although he was anything but a nerd. Jerry considered himself attractive to the opposite sex and for all intents and purposes they seemed to agree because he never lacked for a date or slept alone. Still, this was a new view. He never considered he had a fetish but what had just occurred smacked of GTS vore. Jerry had done some mandatory research into the various quirks of human nature since the agency liked to cover all it's bets, and Voraphilia was one of those quirks.

 Meanwhile, Trinity had finished her set, descended the stage and with a demonstration of perfect memory, sought out all of her benefactors and kissed each one on the cheek, seemingly leaving Jerry for last. As she closed, Jerry discreetly placed his card in her hand as she gently caressed his cheek with her lips. But instead of withdrawing she moved her lips to his ear and he could feel her warm breath washing over him as she whispered "I think I'd like to eat you alive". Wham...there was that thunder flash again in his head and he actually had to restrain himself from shouting "DO IT...DO IT NOW!".
What in hell was he thinking; this wasn't a side of himself he'd ever seen before. He turned but she was gone.

Jerry left the club with quite a bit to think about. In the bright light of day it was so easy to rationalize the events in the club. A shot of whisky on an empty stomach...."Stomach... her stomach.... oh what a gorgeous stomach she had..... wonder what it would feel like to end up in that stomach.... stop that, keep your head" Jerry told himself.
He finally managed to focus and take stock of the operation so far. Well, weak as it was, the bait was out there but he really doubted it would amount to anything. But these things had to be taken slowly.

 It was two days later that Jerry answered his cell phone and immediately recognized that throaty, seductive voice telling him she would love to meet him for a drink or whatever. The date was arranged for that evening where they would dine in Georgetown and maybe go on to a piano bar.

 So at 7:30 that evening Jerry picked her up at her Georgetown townhouse. Very nice pad he thought, she must be doing all right. They shortly found themselves at a table for two and picking at their salads. Turned out that's all she wanted but the conversation was lively as Jerry made short work of a Surf and Turf plate.
He was thoroughly enthralled with Trinity and recognized she could easily pass as a smart savvy executive in the DC landscape any day of the week, on top of which she was witty, wily and disturbingly attractive. But not a hint of anything else. Maybe Jerry had imagined the earlier events.

The evening passed pleasantly and rapidly and the next thing Jerry knew they were closing the door behind them in her townhouse where she'd invited him for a nightcap as long as he didn't mind her spending a little time on her PC. One of the topics of conversation at dinner was how she hosted a GTS vore website. That explained alot for Jerry. Now she had to keep her voraphile group happy with a post or two in answer to their questions.

That done, things rapidly progressed to some very hot and heavy intimacy where they both somehow became very naked. This, as far as Jerry was concerned followed the game plan since traditionally a large volume of intelligence was gathered between the sheets. She was by far the greatest lay Jerry had ever experienced and he found himself again wondering about her gorgeous mouth and throat, quickly becoming aroused again to his surprise so soon after his climax.

He thought back to his predecessor, the agent Dave, who had uttered those fateful words: "Oh God nooooo.... please don't eat me". He had to see what she knew about this because Trinity had to have been the last to see him. This train of thought was interrupted by Trinity telling him she would freshen their drinks and be right back.

While she was gone Jerry steeled himself for the task and begun framing seemingly innocent questions to bring her out without her suspecting anything. It suddenly occurred to him he might be overlooking evidence and here was a golden opportunity. He leapt across the room to the closet, quietly slid open the mirror door and peered in. Right there in front of him were the clothes the agent had last been seen in, complete with the wire sewn into the lapel of the safari jacket. Jerry was stunned but quickly recovered and decided it wasn't clear proof of anything except the fact he had been here...but why would he leave his clothes? As he pondered this he heard Trinity returning, so quickly made his way to the bed and was the picture of relaxation when she entered.

 The next little while was a blur for Jerry; he remembered them talking over their drinks and his beginning to feel a little dizzy. Instinctively he suspected she’d fed him something in his drink and he went on his guard. A little too late. He had the distinct sensation of his body shrinking and Trinity becoming enormous to his eyes.
"Yes" she said, " this is exactly what happened to Dave and your destiny is going to be as his was...my stomach; I AM GOING TO SWALLOW YOU ALIVE.  “And yes those were his clothes you saw for all the good it will do you.” I'm also aware of the wire your wearing but I disabled that when you removed you jacket in the restaurant.” So you see the trail just went cold again and I'm afraid you will disappear.... down my throat the same way Dave did”.

 Jerry was speechless plus overwhelmed now by this giantess looming over him. He could only utter a pathetic "why?". She replied "The answer is rather complex but suffice to say that I and about 10% of the female population have this special need to nourish ourselves with the males of the population. “In other words we love to eat you guys and really get off on it in a big way. “The perfect crime...we swallow the evidence."

With this she gently picked up his now 2" tall body and raised it to her gigantic face. She was no less beautiful to Jerry even as he resigned himself to what was about to happen. Slowly her lips parted allowing Jerry a glimpse of her beautiful but deadly teeth. As she opened wider, Jerry was overwhelmed by the enormous cavern of her mouth and found his gaze magnetically pulled to the back of her tongue which was just now sliding downward offering a spectacular view of the hungry throat crowned by the sexiest uvula he'd ever seen.

Funny, he'd never thought of the uvula as sexy until now. He mentally shook himself and reminded himself this was still an operation and he needed to get a bright idea fast of how to turn this around.

Her throaty voice interrupted this train of thought." Well Jerry, are you ready to be swallowed alive; to me the ultimate sexual act is swallowing you whole and the sensation of you struggling all the way down to my belly and even for a few minutes after that when I will inevitably be able to feel you desperately trying to escape. “ I fully expect to have several multi-climaxes and it will help to know that you'll be getting off on the experience too.” All the others did when the reality and inevitability of the situation hit them.” I think it's in our genetic makeup; eat or be eaten.” I just happen to be a predator and you're my prey little man.”

With that she begun tilting her head back and opening her mouth ever wider, dangling Jerry in such a way as to place him right above her waiting throat while her tongue snaked out, the tip of it saucily curling in a beckoning motion. With her other enormous hand she grasped his feet and inverted him so he was now looking straight down into her cavernous throat, more than big enough to engulf him effortlessly if she were to drop him.

Jerry begun to squirm; he couldn't submit this easily. On one hand he seemed under her spell, not unlike how he'd seen a snake hypnotize it's prey before devouring it. He was being seduced down her throat as a willing meal. On the other hand was the primal instinct to survive; he didn't want to die, even in the gorgeous belly of this beauty. Despite this thought he was amazed to notice his member was entirely erect and he was enormously aroused by the idea of plunging down her throat.

She chose this moment to release her grip and he in fact plunged downward falling headlong into the glistening cavern, the throat utterly unavoidable now. At the last moment her tongue flashed up deftly catching him in the silky cup-shape it had formed. In seconds he was awash in her sweet saliva as he turned to see that deadly double ring of teeth closing behind him. He found himself in hot, humid darkness when her huge tongue begun tossing him over and around coating him in saliva and preparing him for the long slide down her gullet.

But just as he mentally prepared for this, he was bathed in light and turned to see her jaws opening again. She tilted forward and dropped his wet little body out onto her outstretched palm. "I want to make this last my love,” she said as she lowed her hand with him squatting on it facing her. Down and down he went until she simultaneously stretched out on the bed and dumped him out on the huge plain of her flat stomach right by her navel. "Just thought I'd let you look at the outside of your new home. How do you like it?" she teased.

This was almost too much for Jerry. Just as Jerry was, she was completely naked and the immensity of her detracted nothing from the sensuous curves he saw from this very different viewpoint he now had. Looking northward he saw her beautiful breasts rising like mountains, then the well-defined abdomen caught his attention with the thought that was to be his prison in the very near future unless there was something he could do pretty soon. Then he looked southward to see the wiry thicket on the upper curve of her vulva.

Before he knew it she had again grasped him, transporting him towards the object of his gaze. "Your revised size makes you a perfect candidate for another form of titillation,” she said as she spread her legs wide and lowered him towards her sex. Before he could react, Trinity had thrust his legs into her engorged vagina lips and he was up to his armpits before he knew it. Her pelvis bucked and she moaned in ecstasy, now thrusting him in and out like a living dildo. As she neared climax, he found himself in a virtual torrent of her juices while her vaginal muscles squeezed tighter and tighter around his body. In a final ecstatic surge she thrust him completely inside her, very hot, very slimy and suffocating. Just as Jerry thought this was to be his fate, he felt a wave of contractions bearing down on his legs, forcing him out to land on her waiting palm.

"Now I really am hungry... just listen to this" she said transporting him this time to her belly just below her breasts. She placed him on the warm flesh of her abdomen and he immediately became aware of the loud rumblings and growling coming from deep inside. "She's getting impatient for her evening meal and you're it my love" she teased. An involuntary shudder shook Jerry's frame as he imagined being digested alive by that monstrous organ below him. Hard to believe that such beauty could be his undoing, literally. On the other hand, what a way to go.

With that she took him by the feet once more and in a flash he was again dangling above her waiting jaws. "Ready or not, in you go and down my throat my love because my tummy is anticipating your arrival impatiently. “Take your last look at me although we'll be together from now on" she said lovingly and dropped him onto her now outstretched tongue. Jerry watched in awe as her mouth opened wider still and he was pulled slowly into it on her tongue.

She playfully manipulated him around her open mouth with her talented tongue, now on it's tip, now dumped onto her huge molars where he could only wonder at how it might feel if she should decide to close those jaws on him. But the tongue picked him up again centering him in a shaped channel that now curved back and down towards that...oh horrors…hungry throat and the darkness below that seemed to pull at him.

He looked forward for a means of escape only to see she was now holding a hand mirror in front of her face and he could actually see the reflection of himself dwarfed by her enormous mouth. Just as he started scrambling forward she flipped him with her tongue so he was now facing backward and in the same motion moved him towards her throat. Horrified, he didn't slow till he was on the downward curve of the tongue where it vanished into semi-darkness. He thrust his hands out to stop himself and abruptly hit the back wall of her throat finding himself perilously straddling the dark chasm of her gullet. For what seemed an eternity he stared down into that hungry darkness in total awe.
If he tried to move back now, he'd slide down the back of her tongue and plunge to her stomach. He was petrified but she made the next move by contracted her throat enabling him to scramble away from her palpable hunger that he could now actually hear as reverberating growlings echoing up the tunnel of her throat. In his anxiety he could almost hear the anguished cries of those that had gone down her insatiable throat before him. But now he had a chance of escape, even if  it was slim.

He crawled forward, slid back, crawled forward, slid back...then he realized she was tilting her head back one last time and he was in the chute ending in her eager throat. He looked out of her wide-open mouth at his pathetic reflection as he gradually slid backwards towards the yawning chasm. Back and downward he slid, her throat wide and high to receive him. Her uvula had all but completely retracted giving him unimpeded passage down her throat. He flung his arms wide in a last effort and managed to remain with his head just above the back of her tongue with his lower body dangling over the abyss that was about to hungrily swallow him up.

Jerry glanced out for a last look at the mirror held in front of Trinity's face. He glimpsed her smiling at him. With a quick wink and a gulp.... SHE SWALLOWED HIM WITH HER MOUTH WIDE OPEN. His presence in her gullet triggered powerful muscular contractions that transported him downward despite his desperate last-ditch struggles for survival. Glancing upward Jerry saw his last glimpse of daylight playing off the soft palate above her throat as he slid downward and then darkness as her esophagus caressed his body, coaxing it irresistibly towards  the waiting  stomach below.

Seconds later he felt himself pushed through the entrance to her stomach and he fell free onto the soft undulating surface of it's floor. He begun scrabbling around for want of anything more sensible to do and felt Trinity bucking in reaction to her tiny prisoner. At least she was enjoying herself, he thought. But then again, Jerry never had ceased to be very aroused by these proceedings and just now realized he'd been ejaculating like a bandit ever since she’d dropped him into her mouth.

Now her stomach, sensing it's meal, begun in earnest to digest this morsel with huge churning contractions and copious amounts of digestive fluids. His body now tingling and burning, Jerry finally resigned himself to be Tiffany’s dinner. As his awareness faded he mused that there could be far worse fates. But would the NSA "swallow" the story or would Trinity eventually swallow them?