“Though, what’s this I’m sensing?” Sacrora asks, flicking her long tongue in and out in a very snakelike manner. “I’m getting the faintest hints of a very familiar flavor on the breeze, and coming from you, no less.”
She twists back to face you, walking around you as she lowers her head to eye level with you. As her tongue flicks out to touch you, you try to step back but bump into her tail which she’s snaked behind you. She effectively has you trapped, and her tongue brushes against the side of your head as you try to turn away.
“Hmm, very interesting,” Sacora says, eyes widening. “How is it that you have some of your friend’s essence? And now that I taste you, I think she even had the faintest bit of yours, unless I’m mistaken. Of course, I rarely am. I’ve developed quite the distinguished palate, if I do say so myself.”
She stares at you unblinkingly, apparently waiting for an answer.
“We, uh, we came in contact with another one of you just before. One that talked and could do… things,” you explain.
“And did this ‘other one’ have a name?” she asks
“Lascivia,” you answer.
“Ah, so I’m not even the first to play with the two of you, and so soon after the feast began. Well, I guess that’s what I get for eating so close to the Origin. I’ll say, it does make a meal a bit less satiating knowing that someone else probably fucked it first. But that’s just one of many reasons that most of my kind don’t care for her.”
Sacrora moves closer until you can feel warm, rubber-scented breath against your face. She moves close to whisper in your ear.
“Though, now that I know that I only had the first course of my meal, I think I’ve found that I have room for more.”
The moment her words register, you jerk to get away, but it’s already too late. The tip of her tail wraps around your ankles, tripping you. Before you’ve even made it halfway to the ground, Sacrora’s tongue wraps around around you, yanking you off your feet back towards her open maw.
You look up just in time to see her open mouth rushing toward you. It vaguely resembles that of a snake with an unhinged jaw, but her latex flesh allows her to stretch it far beyond what any organic creature could manage. A level of shock seems to settle over you, and you freeze completely. You feel your mind processing the strangeness of this whole scenario in slow motion, as if you’re just an impartial observer watching a predator devour prey.
However, once the darkness closes around you, and you feel the pressure of latex encasing you and beginning to squeeze you tightly, the initial shock is replaced with abject terror. You flail wildly without any rational thought. Pure, animal instinct urges you to fight back however you might, though with each thrash, the squeeze of the rubber surrounding you only intensifies. You struggle for breath, eagerly sucking in deep gulps of the stale, humid air in your prison whenever you can manage as you futilely rage against your captor.
As the walls of Sacrora’s stomach squeeze you tighter, you feel your extremities begin to stick to them. It becomes harder and harder to move, though you still try your best to jerk about. You realize the bits that stick to the walls are numbing fast, and you soon can’t feel any part of your arms and legs. As each piece of you numbs, the sensations coming from them are replaced with a dull warmth. The warmth slowly envelops your torso as it’s squeezed tightly. Your breathing stops, and your thoughts become fuzzy, but you still retain consciousness.
Soon, all you can feel is your face. The rubber pressing in around it feels less solid, like you’re floating in liquid latex, though the liquid’s pressure still threatens to crush you. You feel a current begin to swirl around in the liquid’s depths, pulling you along with it. A sudden shift in the current seems to tug at your nose oddly at one point, but the feeling is quickly gone as soon as it’s come, replaced with only the vague sense of movement and the dull exertion of force on every part of you.
Your thoughts haze and you struggle to keep hold of your focus on what’s happening. Without warning, the pressure on the front of your face ceases, though you still feel it pressing behind it, and you're thrust forward into light. For a few moments, you feel your face stretching strangely as the pressure keeps pushing on your head. You feel like a balloon that’s being inflated, though that doesn’t make any sense to you.
Eventually, the pressure ceases entirely, and you open your eyes. You’re met with the sight of the clearing that you just stood in, though you still can’t feel anything other than your face and head.
“Wh—what—what’s going on?” you manage to stammer out.
“Oh good, you can still speak.” a voice says above you, though you can feel it rumble behind your head as well. That sparks the hint of a thought, but reasons you can't quite place, thinking is really hard right now as your head still swims. “Not many of my trophies still possess speech, and I hoped you would, especially with where I decided to put you two.”
“Put? Two?” is all you can ask.
A green, latex hand comes into view, closing in to cup your face. It squeezes, deforming your whole head momentarily in the process. It sends a shock of arousal through you, and your thoughts completely blank momentarily.
“Have you still not put it together yet? I know it all gets a bit hazy at first. Maybe if you notice this bit you’ll be able to understand,” Sacrora says, flicking your nose lightly with a fingertip, making you shiver in pleasure.
That’s not a nose, you quickly realize. As you cross your eyes, you manage to recognize a nipple protruding from the middle of your face. Suddenly, the events from moments before you were devoured come back to you and you finally understand what’s happened.
Like Kate, you’ve been reduced to a breast on Sacora’s body. You gasp and look around. As best you can tell from your periphery, she’s placed you on her front rather than her back. You begin to panic.
“Oh god!” you shout.
“Good, so you do understand now,” Sacrora says, grinning audibly. “I’ll have to warn you about making too much of a ruckus, or I might have to take away your ability to speak, or even replace you with another trophy more deserving of the position. But once you’ve accepted your place, I’m sure you’ll come to appreciate it, especially with the little allowance I’ve given the two of you,” she says, brushing your nipple again.
You can’t help but moan in pleasure as it elicits surprisingly intense erogenous sensations, and you hear another voice echo the moan to your left.
“Kate?” you choke out around your moans.
“Human? I’m here. Are… are you also…?” she cuts off without fully asking.
“Yes,” is all you can say.
“Aw, see?” Sacrora interrupts. “And now you get to be together still, so long as you both cooperate and keep me entertained. I’ve never tried something quite like this before with my trophies. It feels a bit too close to something Lascivia would come up with, and I’d be lying if bringing her up didn’t inspire me a bit. At first I was going to give the nose back to the girl but wanted a compromise, then the ideas just kept flowing from there. I may change my mind, but if it works out, I’ll need to find some new snacks to put on the other breasts beneath you.”
Sacrora suddenly stands up straight, stretching with an exaggerated yawn. The movement makes you bounce around, and with each jiggle, you find your train of thought faze in and out.
“However, in the meantime, I’m feeling quite full. I think I may even take a nap,” she says before curling up on the ground. You’re thrust back into darkness as she lays onto her stomach. Her weight settling onto you causes your form to squash slightly, and thinking becomes almost impossible. All you can do is wait in your own form of sleep until…