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Posted by Strega on August 2, 2009, 11:03 pm, in reply to "Part II"
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Ripper had the otter swallowed to the waist now and had the water-weasel's rump forced firmly against the alley floor. There was absolutely nothing his victim could do to stop him as he pushed his muzzle downward. In a moment more he had swallowed up the otter's rump and lifted his head, the legs and tail of his latest meal dangling from his jaws.
She had been wrong, she saw. There was something the otter could do, still. His hands still remained outside the wolverine's jaws, and one was firmly wrapped around his own cock. Was he in shock and proceeding out of habit, or was he actually still aroused? With a flip of Ripper's muzzle the hands and cock disappeared, but even as the wolverine began to swallow what was left she could tell by the motions of the otter's tail that his hand was still pumping.
Ripper tossed his head, bolting the otter to the mid-thighs, then again, swallowing him to the knees. Celicia watched with a combination of amusement and morbid curiosity as the otter's tail continued to twitch rhythmically as as its owner slid deeper and deeper.
One more flip of the wolverine's muzzle and there was nothing left but the tail and feet. The webby feet splayed out and kicked as the wolverine lazily let them slide into his jaws. His meal was in far enough now that even between gulps it kept sliding deeper. There was a horrible inevitability to a meal like this beyond a certain point: at first the whole thing would seem impossible, then a point would be reached when the terrified victim would keep on sliding in even if the beast just sat back and watched. Maybe it had something to do with the throat muscles. Celicia hoped she'd never find out. After all, two more years and she'd earn her freedom.
Just clawed toes and a tail, now. Suddenly the toes curled up and clenched, and the tail stood out stiff as a board. Somewhere in there, hand probably still pumping and surrounded by slick gullet, the otter had just had his last orgasm. There was actually a visible flicker in the wolverine's swollen chest as the otter tensed and shuddered.
Ripper swallowed wetly, and the feet were gone. They made a brief bulge as with a last kick they vanished beneath his neckfur, then there was just the tapered tail, slipping in inch by inch. Already his belly was bulged out, and the swelling grew as more and more of the squirming otter was emptied out of his throat into his stomach. The last inches of tail were vanishing into his jaws, and his collar had already resumed its usual diameter. Unlike his armor, it magically stretched to allow a large meal by. Ripper could not have swallowed the otter had he been wearing his heavier suit of armor, the one that covered his flanks and belly. That was, of course, why he much preferred this one. There was no telling when the opportunity would arise to introduce someone to the pleasures of his digestive system.
The tip of the otter's tail twitched one last time and then was gone. Ripper stretched, and the bulge in his belly reached its full size. If his pelt were less shaggy the skin would show through the stretched fur. Even with the long hair to blunt the outlines the bulge had a disturbing shape. If you knew what to look for, you could tell it wasn't belly fat or a meal of meat chunks. No, it was a whole, still-alive person in there. Alive for a few more moments, anyway. The inner struggle was already weakening.
There was no reason to cover for the wolverine now, and Celicia knelt down to pet his cheeks. Her hands strayed to his shoulders, where beneath the fur his muscles were as hard as bronze. “Such a sexy, sexy beast,” she grinned. “Who can blame the otter for hungering for your cock? A shame he didn't know your habits.”
Ripper grinned back, then burped through his fangs. Celicia gave his head a last pat and took up the leash once more. The point of the walk to get him some fresh air and exercise, but now they needed to head back. It wouldn't do for too many people to see his swaying, otter-filled belly. Most would assume it was some meat slave or disobedient servant, if they even realized a whole person was in there, but if the otter had friends and they heard about a full-bellied beast questions might be asked.
Ripper belched massively as they started back for the General's house. It was all one to him – he'd had his fun. General Matthew had paid weregild for a few of the people who'd vanished down his gullet, but Ripper was merely a guard-beast working for the general. He knew that he was too valuable to dispense with, so unless he ate a noble or Guard officer, he could literally get away with murder.
It was not the first time a man or woman had found him attractive. It was almost a common occurrence these days, between those with a fetish for beasts or those who sought to curry favor with the General by pleasuring one of his animals. Low-status people who ended up beneath him often ended up inside him afterward. It had been his first otter, though. Hopefully not his last, as he'd found the sleek water-weasel amusingly wiggly yet easy to swallow. Hopefully a female one next time, as he did lean that way. Beggars couldn't be choosers, though.
He watched Celicia's hips sway as he walked. Her he would not eat, unless the General ordered it. There was perhaps even a trace of love for her in his black, evil heart.
A merchant scurried out of reach as he came around Celicia and saw the fanged grin on Ripper's face. No, he wouldn't eat Celicia. He had her much too well trained.
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