Hunting the Huntress – chapter 9  That’s when the dreamlike unreality of the situation hit him. Here he was dangling over the gaping mouth of a girl more than 30 times his size and looking straight down a throat that was going to swallow him alive and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop it. She was going to gulp him whole and alive without any remorse.

How could she do that? She must be really hungry! Cindy could taste his terror of her gaping gullet and she loved it. She opened her throat even wider and slowly lowered him into her mouth for a better view simply for the voyeuristic thrill of knowing Jason’s fear of her spectacular throat.

This was better than she ever could have hoped. She was experiencing the greatest arousal of her life and she was going to make the most of it. Jason saw her incisors pass on either side as he was lowered deeper and found himself surrounded by huge teeth leading back to her fearsome throat, just now opening high and wide to accommodate his shaking body while strings of sticky saliva teased his body.

Her long uvula settled back into her upper throat just as her breath ceased and he became aware she was deliberately opening up her esophagus to give him a clear unobstructed view into the depths of her gullet.  What he saw practically stopped his heart. His eyes adjusting to the darkness of her gullet, he saw the ribbed red tunnel dropping deeper and deeper until it simply vanished into darkness that Jason knew ended in her hungry stomach.

Just in case he might have had any doubts, a ferocious growl from her impatient belly far below let him know he was expected. Cindy could wait no longer. Although she’d never swallowed anything alive bigger than an oyster before, she knew he would go down easily as long as he went in headfirst.

She’d had plenty of practice swallowing parts of the male anatomy far bigger than Jason’s entire body at its present size and her gag reflex was a thing of the past. But she thought she’d be wise to prepare his passage down the rest of the way to her stomach. Jason felt her tongue curl around his helpless body while her jaws closed imprisoning him against the ribbed roof of her mouth.

In the darkness everything was a fury of motion as her tongue tossed and rolled him, coating him in thick viscous saliva until light again flooded the cavern as her mouth reopened. Clawing the saliva from his eyes, Jason saw he was aligned towards the back of her mouth in a chute formed by her huge curling tongue and to his horror that chute ended in her throat.

This was no joke; he was going into Cindy’s belly. Slowly, Cindy tipped her head back and gravity pulled at Jason’s helpless body. With no way to stop himself he began slipping towards her open throat while his fearful eyes took in the details of every blood vessel in the walls of that portal. As he slid over the back of her tongue he again saw deep into the torrid depths of her gullet and this time his mind screamed at the stark reality that confronted him…he was actually being swallowed alive! 

Cindy felt him sliding into her throat and her climax exploded within her as she convulsed with the sheer power of it, instinctively gulping the tiny body down. Jason felt himself tightly embraced by the hot slick flesh and a massive wave of muscles sent him plunging downwards into the hot wet darkness.

 She felt his passage down inside her neck and that served to spark further climaxes while Jason was relentlessly pumped deeper and deeper until he was pushed into a sphincter valve that squeezed him into free-fall and a soft impact on the convoluted wall of her stomach.

For a few seconds he lay in pitch-darkness on the sloping surface, oppressed by the fierce heat and humidity of his fleshy prison, coughing and choking on its noxious atmosphere. Then his body began violently shuddering with the horrible anticipation of being digested alive in Cindy’s belly.

Even though her stomach seemed empty, he desperately tried to scramble up the sloping surface and away from the inevitable acid that would be his undoing but it was hopelessly slippery. It was just a matter of time now. Cindy had never felt anything like this before.

It was absolutely exquisite to feel these little flurries of motion in her stomach and know it was Jason fighting for his life inside her. She felt entirely feminine, powerful and predatory. She languished in the incredible sensations until eventually allowing them to ebb away and reality to settle back in.

She had to think; she’d just eaten Jason, an act that Dr. Andrews and the others might take exception to. She had three options; to admit to the others what she’d done…but they’d think her a monster; she couldn’t even think about that. Then there was flight but that would be practically an admission of guilt so that left her with lies and deception. There was no incriminating evidence; that was soon to be dissolved away inside her body so all she had to do was fabricate a story of searching the bedroom and finding no sign of Jason.  

The question was could she possibly continue on in the group knowing for the next twenty four hours or so, Jason would be slowly coursing through her digestive tract and assimilating into her own body even as she interacted with the others and they went about their mundane daily activities.

She thought she could. In fact there was a delicious attraction to the idea of working and planning with the others while all the time Jason’s tiny body was deep inside her and it would be hers to know alone. She was now Jason’s entire world and even now she could feel his movements inside her, making her curious as to how terrifying it must be inside her stomach and again she felt so incredibly feminine she simply purred and stroked her awesome man-eating belly. 

But now she had to compose herself and prepare for confronting the others so straightening her clothing, she got to her feet. It was then she felt the moist nectar of her arousal and it was as if Jason had just been her most satisfying lover and in a fashion he had.

Unfortunately he would never be able to repeat his climatic performance but on the bright side there was nothing visible about her outward appearance that gave away her guilty secret. So she took off in search of the others on their quest to catch up with that other man-eater, Diane. She finally caught up with them about half a mile from the lab making a terrible clamor.

Seems they had found Diane and they were in the process of trying to convince her, all at the same time, that she’d done no wrong and they were going to help her beat this. Cindy joined them just as they decided to look for Jason after Diane had told them in no uncertain terms he was only 2” tall now and she had no control over when he’d return to normal. 

To Cindy’s relief they considered his diminutive size would make him vulnerable to multiple hazards such as wild animals or unwary feet so hungry females didn’t figure into the equation just now. Cindy felt a new flurry of activity from the tiny prisoner in her stomach as if he could hear the groups concerns for him and a spark of sensation flashed down to her nether regions where it burst into flame as a new wave of arousal. She was getting a lot of mileage out of Jason and she loved it. She could definitely get used to this.

 As they made their way back to the lab, Cindy did her best to explain that she’d found no sign of Jason in the bedroom and immediately felt him punching and kicking the walls of her belly in protest of her deception. He was very much alive and the knowledge of that fact plus the physical sensation of him moving about inside her stomach were driving her to distraction trying to conceal her arousal from the others. How long could he possibly last inside me, she wondered.

As they approached the lab, they began scanning the ground for any sign of Jason all the way into the hallways, treading carefully and checking every inch for some sign of him. Meanwhile, Cindy was beside herself feeling her little prisoner moving inside her acid dungeon while she went through the motions of looking for him.

She wasn’t sure but she thought she heard his muffled yelling inside her so she did her searching at a distance from the others just in case.  Cindy’s waves of passion were coming hot and fast now since the others had begun calling Jason by name and he was reacting with surges of activity that translated into erotic sensation deep within her abdomen. She actually started to wonder whether Diane could teach her the shrinking trick because she never wanted this feeling to end. She was now addicted to swallowing men alive.  End of chapter 9

Chapter 11

Without warning, the stomach walls began a series of crushing contractions, the peristaltic belly muscles squeezing Jason slowly towards the lower end of the chamber again, where digestive hell and certain death waited in the serpentine small intestine.

But Cindy’s quest for erotic sensation had postponed Jason’s preparation for this next stage of digestion when she neutralized her stomach acids. Regardless, digestion needed to proceed so her stomach’s response now was to crush her prey down to a workable size for the small intestine.

Jason knew he was in trouble when the toned muscles of Cindy’s stomach squeezed him tightly in a hungry embrace until his ribs began to crack, his tortured screams lost in the constricting flesh. But there was one who heard his anguished suffering.

Cindy, with the stethoscope still pressed to her stomach, listened in fascination to the sounds deep within her turbulent gut, imagining the terrifying ordeal of her victim, first to be hungrily gulped down her throat and now imprisoned in her indomitable belly and completely at her mercy.

A sudden knock at the door startled her from her reverie and her gut geared down in anticipation of an unknown danger. Jason felt the stomach walls relax, allowing him a precious intake of breath but making him painfully aware of his damaged ribs. Now he was convinced he was destined to be food and she never had intended he should escape her voracious stomach.

Cindy rose nervously, threw on a robe and clutching it around her nakedness, approached the door. She listened for a moment and hearing nothing, asked “Who is it?” A female voice came back, “A friend please let me in.” This wasn’t a voice she recognized and who would be calling at this hour.

Her tortured victim momentarily forgotten, Cindy asked nervously, “Do I know you?” The voice on the other side said “You might say your fiancé knew me inside-out but more to the point, I know you’re a man-eater and you have a live one inside you right now, so please open the door.”

This revelation caused Cindy to stagger back clutching her stomach reflexively, as if Jason might suddenly break out. In a haze of confusion she returned to the door hesitantly, unlocked and opened it. Standing there and smiling at her was an attractive blonde who seemed vaguely familiar.

Without hesitation the blonde walked into the room and softly closed the door behind her. “You might remember we met briefly in Vermont the night you watched me eat your fiancé Bill”, the blond confessed with such quiet confidence that Cindy was completely taken off guard.

Pausing to compose herself and absorb what she’d just heard, Cindy blurted, “You…you’re the girl who swallowed Bill alive that night?” “Yes I am” returned the blonde. “And there’s something else you need to know about Bill; at the same time he was your fiancé, he was my abusive husband, so I did you a favor.”

Cindy now in shock, sat down heavily on the bed. The blond mused “It’s ironic really when you think about it; he shit on both of us in life and then ended up as a little piece of shit himself after I’d done with him. I’m sorry I had to spring this on you at a time when you’re at such a disadvantage but I think you’ll appreciate there really isn’t an appropriate time to tell someone you ate her boyfriend.”

Cindy couldn’t help stealing a glance at the blonde’s abdomen, marveling over the fact that Bill had spent his last moments trapped inside there. She bore no malice for this woman because she’d suspected that Bill had another woman on the side but she’d never known anything solid enough to confront him with.

But that didn’t explain the blonde’s presence now, so she asked “How on earth did you find me and why?” The blond said in answer “It really wasn’t too difficult. First, I had to disguise myself so Bill wouldn’t recognize me when I did confront him. You see I fully intended to eat him, as dramatically as possible.

“I followed the two of you so knew who you were before I dispatched Bill to the tender mercies of my belly, and then I found out you were joining the hunters and it was simply a matter of tracking the credit card statements that came to your apartment after you left.”

She paused and extended her hand with a warm smile saying, “By the way, my name is Heather.” They shook hands and Cindy began, “But how….” when Heather cut her off saying, “All in good time, but first things first”, then both of them sat down on the bed and the atmosphere became considerably more relaxed.

Heather began “I’ve been shadowing your little group for a while now with the intention of recruiting one of the predators you catch for my own purposes but I’ll explain that in a moment. At first I thought Diane would be that predator but she’s too reluctant to use her talents. But then I saw what you did with Jason and realized that you were true predator material.”

Incredulous, Cindy asked, “You were watching me the whole time?”

“Oh no, but I saw enough tell-tale signs to realize you’d  swallowed Jason and that routine with the baking soda was a dead giveaway that you were prolonging his life in your belly for your own pleasure.

“That’s when I knew you had the imagination and instincts to be a true predator; you were really into sensuous swallowing and carnal consumption, reveling in your victim’s terror of being trapped deep inside your stomach. But I will admit I did watch you through a chink in the curtains just now,” Heather admitted.

“But you don’t understand” Cindy interjected, “I don’t have the ability to shrink anyone, it was Diane that shrunk Jason!” Heather looked a little surprised but recovered quickly, patting Cindy’s hand and saying, “I don’t think that matters a great deal as long as you enjoy the spirit and spoils of the hunt; I can teach you the remainder.”

Heather continued “That brings me to the question of why I need your help. I’ve had more than my fair share of bad relationships with men, although I do have to admit the majority of them were due to poor character-judgment on my part.

“That doesn’t alter the fact that there are some real bastards out there who are making some women’s lives miserable and they’ll never see any justice for it. Until now that is; that’s where my plan comes in Cindy, and how you can help me.”

Cindy smiled broadly and offered, “We’re going to eat them all?” Heather replied “Well we’re going to have a damn good try, but what I have in mind is organizing it as a business where we are actually paid for putting these low-life bastards out of commission; not just two-timing husbands but perverts, child-molesters and rapists too.

“It sounds fantastic, I know; we’ll be punishing the scum of the earth with vigilante justice. I do know the innocent victims of these crimes will pay generously to have their antagonists disappear with no questions asked. I already took three assignments and each one vanished without a trace. It’s a consuming activity.

“Of course I told no one how I disposed of them but I can tell you I thoroughly enjoyed hunting them down and giving them the full-on terror treatment for my own carnal pleasure before I dispatched them to tummy-town. Now you tell me if that isn’t fitting justice!”

Meanwhile, deep inside Cindy’s growling stomach, Jason had been trying to hear the conversation between the two girls over the frightening, guttural sounds of digestion, but now he was becoming aware that his whole body was beginning to tingle and burn in the agony of digestion.

The neutralizing effect of the baking soda was being overcome by the relentless acid and enzymes secreted into her stomach and the atmosphere was acidic and running out of oxygen. Suddenly Cindy’s stomach emitted a ferocious growl that was loud enough for even Heather to hear, doubling Cindy over with a belly-cramp that told her that Jason’s time was up.

Deep in the pit of Cindy’s stomach, Jason’s broken, lifeless body was now thrust through the pyloric valve into the small intestine to be dissembled and distributed around the voracious body of the innocent but deadly girl that had selfishly and ruthlessly consumed him, body and soul.

As Cindy’s stomach once more relaxed and she recovered her composure, Heather extended a hand to caressed Cindy’s belly saying, “I should have warned you that when you tinker with the digestive process, it sometimes carries painful repercussions. I know, because I’ve been there myself.”

Cindy gave Heather an anxious look and said, “What really worries me is I just ended Jason’s life and enjoyed every erotic moment of it. Swallowing Jason and playing teasing games with him, even just the idea of him hopelessly trapped inside me while I digested him was incredibly empowering to me as a woman.

“My urge to swallow him alive took control of me and it was as if I had no conscience for any of my actions after that. Jason was a good man and he didn’t deserve to die like that, but I couldn’t stop myself. I know I’ll feel terrible when I’ve had a chance to think rationally.

Heather said gently, “Don’t you think I went through the same turmoil? I must have swallowed half a dozen innocent men before my conscience got the better of me and I came up with this scheme where my eating men would be a benefit to the community and satisfy my insatiable appetite for the little critters too.”

Heather continued “I’m passionate about devouring men and too often I’ll spot a complete stranger that sparks a hungry desire in me and I get an irresistible urge to eat him up on the spot so that’s why I’ll need your help to rein me in and keep me on purpose.

“There’ll be plenty of low-life scumbags to keep us satiated for a long time to come.” Looking thoughtful, at length Cindy responded, “If you’ll excuse the pun I have to digest this idea, it’s all so sudden and such an abrupt life-style change plus it’s a felony in most states.

“But on the other hand it is a perfect solution for my new addiction. I never realized the erotic heights of swallowing a man alive and then the added thrill of having him imprisoned inside me.” She went on, “Do you think there’s any pleasure in it for the victim?”

Heather replied “Oh yes, I’ve had a man beg me to swallow him alive and still scream in sheer terror of going down my throat when he realized the horrific and rather permanent outcome of a one-way trip inside me and being digested alive.

“I’m beginning to think female predation might be an evolutionary step to ‘thin the herd’ of undesirable human characteristics that would then be eliminated from the genetic line, so-to-speak.” Cindy nodded and said “That’s a fascinating thought; we might be benefitting mankind in general.”

She asked “Have you ever chewed one up?” Heather answered “No, I don’t think anything can beat the thrill of swallowing them alive or feeling their terror when I tease them with my teeth and then gulp them down only to face the horrors of full digestion inside my belly.”

Rising from the bed and rubbing her stomach Cindy said, “Mmm, but speaking of bellies, mine is empty again and I’m starving. Much as I enjoyed eating him, I guess Jason wasn’t much of a meal so how about we go eat something a little less stimulating and a little more filling?”

“I was about to suggest the very same” Heather said, “In fact if it’s OK with you, this would be a great time for me to run my latest assignment to ground. Before I came here I tracked him to a sleazy bar not far from here, so it’ll give you an opportunity to watch me in action if you’re interested.”

“God yes”, said Cindy, “It’s such a turn-on to watch a man devoured; that night when I watched you swallow Hank, I was extremely aroused but so confused by my feelings. Then later I fantasized about how sensuous it must be to swallow a man alive, but never believed it possible until now.”

They chatted on while Cindy dressed and then the two of them left in a cab, while outside, hundreds of rapists, child molesters and two-timing wife-beaters slept on, blissfully unaware that they had become potential prey for a couple of man-eaters that would be prowling the night preying on low-lifers.

Arriving at the bar, Heather went inside with her oversize bag, leaving Cindy waiting in the cab. Ten minutes later she returned, asking the driver to take them to an all-night restaurant where they arrived within minutes. In no time they were seated in a booth and Cindy couldn’t contain her curiosity.

Heather said, “It’s just too easy with these sleaze bags; you just flirt a little and tell them to follow you into the bathroom when you know it’s all-clear and then presto, you have bite-size perpetrator! He’s 2-inches tall and fits nicely into a special compartment in my purse. He can throw a fit and scream his head off and no one is any the wiser because he’s surrounded by his own clothes.”

Incredulous, Cindy asked “You mean he’s in there right now?” Patting her purse Heather replied, “Right here and not going anywhere until a little later when he’ll drop a link in the food chain. No matter how tough they are even at 2-inches tall, they all plead for their worthless lives faced with the reality of being eaten alive”.

They finished an early breakfast and made their way back to Cindy’s hotel room. Instructing Cindy to follow her lead, Heather lifted the naked man from her purse and deposited him on the nightstand where he looked up in awe at the two giantesses towering over him.

Then Heather slowly and seductively began stripping off her clothes. Cindy took the cue and peeled off her own clothes while their small spectator watched with growing interest. He was taken completely by surprise when Heather said, “You don’t belong in the world of real men Hank; real men don’t molest little children the way you did.”

Hank was puzzling over how she knew who he was and what he’d done, but Heather went on “You’ve been banished from the company of decent people and you are sentenced to spend your last minutes of life passing into the jaws of death, gulped down the gullet of gastronomic greed to suffer digestive disassembly in the caustic consumption chamber of a gluttonous giantess.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” piped a belligerent Hank who hadn’t yet come up to speed on the veiled threat. In answer, Heather opened her mouth and ran her tongue across her teeth and moved her naked stomach so close to him he could hear the soft sounds of digestion deep inside, saying “I’m your worst nightmare; I’m a real predator that’s gonna’ eat yo’ ass.”

End of chapter 11