Fourth Victim's fate

Tristan found himself hiding in a closet. It had been a few hours since the witch had given her demands. He’d panicked and hid in the first place he could find. Of course he’d immediately regretted his choice as the closet seemed like one of the most obvious places to look, but as the night had dragged on and he hadn’t been found his confidence had grown.

He took a moment to peek out of the closet. His eyes darting around the room as he once more checked that she wasn’t in sight. His hands were balled up at his side as though he was preparing to fight her if she came around. Of course he wasn’t actually sure what he would do. He just prayed that he made it through the night and escaped from this bizarre situation.

He almost pulled back when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. His mind racing thinking that he was caught but when nothing happened for several minutes after that he calmed down and realized it must have been a trick of the light. He relaxed and rested against the back of the closet. His mind almost drifting off to sleep.

His haze was disturbed an unknown amount of time later as he heard the echoing sounds of footsteps reverberating throughout the house. The strong thudding of someone very large moving around methodically. Not in a rush, just moving like they had a purpose. He instantly knew it was the witch and not one of his friends as he drew himself in closer. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Tristan could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up in sheer terror.

“Alright boys, where is my next little toy gonna be? If you come out I promise you will have a fantastic time just like all of your other friends.” Her voice rang out through the building as she did her teasing call. Tristan tried to push himself even deeper into the closet, hoping to bury himself in the piled up fabrics.

The footsteps were now close enough that he could tell she was in the same room as him. Her movements stopping in the middle of the room and he froze in fear hoping she wouldn’t find him. He could feel every droplet of sweat forming on his brow as he tried to remain calm. He waited with held breath, daring her to leave the room and go away from him.

Unfortunately his prayers went unanswered as he heard sudden movement and then the door of the closet was thrust open. His face was illuminated by the light in the room, but her massive form still kept him in shadow. She was looming over him like a monolith. Her skin glistening with sweat and her semi hard cock poking out from in front of her. Her eyes were somewhere in between a predator and a caring mother as she gazed down at him. The raw stench of sex radiated off of her and her cock was slick with juices and precum. Something she hadn’t had earlier in the night as he knew some of his friends had already fallen to her.

As he stared up at her in horror some part of his brain kicked into overdrive. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he had to do something. His primal instincts took over and he began to move before he even knew what he was doing. He threw a wadded up pile of clothes right at her face. Jumping to his feet with the distraction.

He saw that she seemed stunned by his sudden burst of movement and took advantage of it. He used all of his football training as he ran straight towards her. Pivoting at the last second as he knocked her aside and tried to make a break past her. His feet carrying him across the room at a speed that would have astonished Olympic runners.

She felt the blow to her side and tumbled to the ground. Her own shock at the movements stopping her from reacting in time. She watched his body run past her and head towards the door. Her head snapping around like an owl to watch him leave. This was honestly the most shocking thing she’d experienced this night.

“So long you fucking hag. Best of luck with your tasks, but this guy isn’t gonna be one of your play things. So you can shove that nasty cock of yours up your ass while you wait.” His voice yelled out cockily as he made his break through the door. He couldn’t feel her chasing after him and the pleasure of victory flooded through his body. It was like he’d just scored a game winning touchdown.

He kept moving, not daring to stop with his current lead. He’d outplayed her once, but he doubted the same trick would work a second time. He knew he had to get as far away as possible before she recovered. His body zigzagging through the hallways that he’d gone through earlier when he was searching for a hiding spot. Hiding wouldn’t work this time as he leapt over the banister and onto the stairs. Descending them two at a time until he landed on the ground floor.

He had made progress but he continued to move. Running through the living room on his way to one of the side doors leading outside. As he ran through he saw that there were changes to the room. New items that hadn’t been there earlier. He noted that, but kept moving, not having time to stop and look.

Finally he sprinted out the side door and found himself outside. The cool night air chilling his body and refreshing his soul. The chill helping to cool himself off as he continued to run. Picking a direction and sprinting towards the forest on the far end of the clearing.

He continued to run until he slammed into a barrier. His body bouncing backwards as he lands heavily on the ground. Staring up he finds himself looking up at Melcora. The witch had appeared in front of him suddenly and he’d run into her. His body still feeling the impact from her soft flesh. Her eyes now shone with a predatory anger as she looked down at him.

He tried to crawl away on the ground. His body was now feeling the effects of his running taking themselves out on him. He didn’t think he could do that again right away, but he still felt the need to get as far away from her as possible. His body moved back a few inches before he saw her hand reaching down towards him.

“Get the hell away from me you damn cow. I don’t know what you think you can do to me, but I’ll go kicking and screaming. You haven’t seen what I -” Tristan tried to put up a brave face as he started lashing out at her verbally. His threats seized as she waved a finger and he felt something cover his mouth like magic duct tape.

“Quiet now toy. You have been a very naughty boy, and a right pain in my ass. And that’s coming from someone who likes it rough on her ass. Anyway, I'll have to give you some extra punishment for causing me such a headache. Let’s head back to the room so I can rest and try you out fully, but first I need to handle one last thing.”

Her hand was reaching down towards his face. He felt her grip around his jaw as his mouth was forced open. A flash of light and he felt the seal over his mouth disappear. He was just about to scream when he had the sensation of her shoving a hard marble like object into his mouth. He tried not to choke as she forced his mouth shut for a few moments. After a while she opened his mouth back up and pulled out a glowing yellow gem from his mouth. He watched her tuck it into the brim of her hat and he felt like he’d been turned into a human Ramune bottle.

“Hey bitch what the b-” He tried to curse her out again, but with a wave of her hands his mouth sealed shut once more. His teeth forced together like a lock. He could only glare up at her as she reached down and picked him up like a sack of potatoes.

“Well you certainly have a mouth on you. I think the only way you’ll be using that mouth is via your tongue. If you do a good job I may even forgive some of the insults you just threw at me.” She said this rather sharply as she picked him up by the scruff of his neck. With another wave of her hands she weakened the seal on his mouth. It could now open just a crack as his tongue was forced out. She then deliberately moved him so that his face was wedged into her sweaty armpit. A suitable and temporary punishment as she brought him back upstairs.

Tristan’s world was now choked with the sour stench of her sweat as she put his head between her armpits and locked him in place. He could barely breath and what little air he could get was tainted and foul. It was also a sauna of heat as she was actively rubbing the worst of her sweat onto his face. Using him as a sweat rag in the process. He wanted to gag just being here, but then he remembered what she said about using his tongue and he felt the bile rising in his throat for a moment.

His tongue was already out in the open and he could taste her foulness just through the air contact. He tried to pull his tongue back into his mouth but whatever magic was at play kept it out. He continued to try and struggle in her grasp but she seemed to ignore him just moving along at her own pace.

All his struggling did was briefly open up her arms enough to see outside as she moved through the house. He didn’t see much that he hadn’t seen before, just a kitchen table now loaded with a massive dildo that was longer than his arm and what seemed to be a beachball sized condom flooded with cum. Add to that his struggling forced his tongue against the deepest, and sourest part of her armpit as the foul taste coated his tongue.

“Come on boy, don’t fight it. You’ve already lost, accept your fate and things will be so much easier.’ She said the words rather half heartedly. Not expecting him to agree with them, but giving him one last chance to accept her. With him not replying and still struggling in her arms she just continued moving through the house. Letting out an exasperated sigh and wondering what to do with him.

She adjusted her arms a bit hoping to flood his lungs and brain with more of her pit stink. If the boy was gonna keep fighting her then she’d make sure that he got a taste of all her less then savory parts. She honestly chuckled as she heard him gagging and choking down there. Every accidental lick sending a shiver up her spine as she wished he would do it more often. She honestly thought that he’d make such a good pit slave if he ever stopped fighting, but he just kept up with his futile struggling. She wasn’t sure she had the time or patience right now to train him.

Finally after what felt like minutes climbing up through the massive manor house they arrived back in the room they’d started in. Melcora slammed the door behind her and did another little bit of magic. Now both the door and windows were sealed. He wouldn’t be able to escape this time unless he had magic of his own. With the room now barred shut she threw him haphazardly onto the ground in front of her. Watching him as he squirmed his way to a kneeling position that looked like he was waiting to bolt once more.

“Alright boy, I’m giving you your last chance. You can surrender to me and praise my beauty, and then I’ll go fairly easy on you. Or you can continue with your insolence, in which case I’ll have to come up with a real punishment to suit such a rude and disrespectful toy. Honestly I’m fairly burnt out from dealing with your friends so I may even treat you well if you beg me for it” She said with an exhausted sigh. She looked over him and waved her hand, removing the seal over his mouth to hear his reaction.

Once Tristan was free he took a moment to flex his jaw. He thought over her demand briefly before the thought of her filthy armpit filled his mind. It disgusted him and he couldn’t take it. Opening his mouth before he could even think. His mind seconds behind his voice.

“Oh shove off you fat whore. I’m never gonna give in to some walking pig like yourself. I’m already repulsed by your wretched odor, no way am I going anywhere near you. And I sure as hell not calling a fat bucket of lard like you a beauty.” He started to rant at her. His voice rising with every word he said. She just looked on as her vision darkened with raging emotions. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and froze his body in place.

He stood there stuck as she walked towards him. Her hand casually reaching out and grabbing him before dragging him towards the bed that took up most of the room. She took a heavy seat with him still gripped tightly in her hands. Her eyes glaring at him silently as she took her time getting into the best sitting position.

“Alright, I think I’ve heard enough out of you. Your big mouth seems to be your most prominent feature, and whilst I would usually take the time to train you into a good pet. I’ve been through enough tonight so I’m not even gonna bother with that. So congrats on reaching the end of my patience. You see, I have a pretty big mouth too. So I’m gonna reward your little back talking by having you join this fat bucket of lard that you hate so much.” She spoke with a large toothy grin reminiscent of the big bad wolf.

If Tristan could move he’d be shaking in his boots. However with his body frozen in place like this he could only stare up at her massive mouth as she seemed to take a moment to stretch it out. He hoped she was just joking or threatening him. Something to make him relent and apologize.

His hopes were dashed however as she picked him up and set him on her stomach. He could feel her belly rolling underneath him. The growling sound punctuating the air as he felt every little vibration. He felt it as she moved and ran her tongue up his arm tasting his flesh. His hair rising in shock as she moved him about. Taking her time examining him and pulling off parts of his clothing. She didn’t seem to mind his basic clothes, but she immediately pulled off his belt and shoes for reasons she wasn’t explaining.

Finally she flipped him around so that his feet were pointed towards her mouth. He was now lying on her stomach looking down his body at her widening mouth. He could only watch as her mouth stretched open wide. His body refusing to move under his commands as he was stuck.

GGGRRRRGGLLLGG

The sound of her stomach growling broke through the air. Tristan could feel the vibrations on his back as her stomach shook side to side. It was an omen of his impending doom and he could feel it like the earthshaking beneath him.

Melcora was done with any fore play. At this point she just wanted to get this done with and have him fill her belly. She pulled him in closer as she stretched out her tongue. Tasting his feet as he came closer and closer. Her tongue running along his toes as she pulled him towards herself. Enjoying her first taste of his flesh and meat.

She had decided that she’d devour him feet first. Make it so that he saw every second of himself being consumed and knowing he was doomed. He’d be able to see fresh air right up to the moment that she inevitably swallowed him whole. And that was going to be the true beauty of it all as he watched helplessly.

She pulled him forward once more, both his feet now entirely in her mouth. They were covered in a layer of saliva and he could feel them brushing up against her teeth. He hoped that she wouldn’t bite down and reduce him to just meat. Not that his current predicament was much better. A shiver of fear went down his spine as he felt her tongue once more licking around his heel.

The process of pulling him in was seemingly slow going to the boy. He felt every movement as more and more of him was pulled inside. She’d changed her angle and he was now swallowed up to his knees. His feet stuck in the tight warm embrace of her fleshy throat. The sensation constricting around himself. He tried to shut his eyes and think happy thoughts but he was constantly interrupted as her tongue ran over his body and he felt himself being pulled even deeper.

Her throat vibrated as she let out a moan of pleasure. It had been so long since she’d had a true meal like this and the taste was truly gourmet. She did wish she could spread out the meal over a longer period, but she had other plans to take care so she wouldn’t be able to truly savor her meal tonight.

She moved her hands up and guided even more of him inside. Not caring about swallowing his clothing with him as it just added a depth to the flavor. Even without chewing she could taste his muscles and young skin. She licked him all over like a piece of candy desperate to get even more of his young boy flavor.

Finally she pulled him in up to his stomach and her mouth exploded with even more flavor. Her tongue happily tasting his virgin dick and soft buns as they filled her mouth. She even teasingly closed her mouth a bit like she was chewing on him, hoping to get some reaction out of the boy. Despite her magic in place she actually saw his face twisting in fear for a moment.

Tristan's fear was peaking as he could no longer deny what was happening. His body was now half buried in the witch’s mouth. He could feel her tongue rubbing against his stomach as she eagerly licked him. His legs squeezed tightly in the embrace of her throat. It felt like it was pushing in on him from all sides, and in another situation the feeling might have been nice. However he knew exactly where he was and he couldn’t take it. He tried to fight back desperately, but whatever magic on him wouldn’t let him do anything. He just felt himself being pulled even deeper into her endless gullet.

Finally through all his struggling he felt something breaking. The creaking of the invisible bonds loosened and he could just barely move. It wasn’t much but he could slowly wiggle his fingers a bit, and his mouth was free to talk albeit much slower than normal. It was at the last second too as he was now swallowed up to his shoulders. The witch now casually held him in her mouth with only his head poking out.

“Please, I’m sorry, just stop this. I’ll do anything if you let me out. I can be your armpit cleaner, or foot slave, or whatever. Please just let me out.” His voice came out weak as he had to force out every syllable. He was now desperate as he felt his entire body squeezed tightly in the witch’s throat. A sting of her stomach acid lapping at his feet.

The witch listened to his pleading and begging with a deep sense of satisfaction. The desperation in his voice even made her horny again as her dick was throbbing. If she wanted to she could have spit the insolent boy back up, but by now she was eager to have his whole body squirming away in her stomach. She almost couldn’t wait to melt him down and add his body to her tit fat.

She raised her hands and pushed down on his head. Forcing him into her mouth and down her throat. Finally she was able to close her mouth like the shutting of a prison door as he was now locked away inside her doomed to rest in her stomach. She took a moment to gulp him down. Forcing him to move down into her eager belly.

Tristan saw the last sign of light disappear as his body was coated in her slick saliva. He felt himself being crushed and squeezed through her neck and down into her stomach. The slimy wet walls of her insides surrounding him on all sides. The whole place was hot, and wet, and slimy. He felt himself being pulled down the narrow tube as he was sent to his doom.

SPLASH

The whole process had only taken a few minutes to complete, but for the two involved it was a sensual act that had taken eternity. Melcora sat there with her now bulging and distended belly as she rubbed her tight and soft skin. She could feel Tristan inside as he struggled against the inside walls and stomach acid.

“Sorry boy, I don’t play with my food. The second you refused my last act of kindness this was the only place that was left for you. So now you’re welcome to your new home in my gut, and you're gonna stay in there for the rest of your life, but don’t worry I’ll get some nice curves out of it in the end.” The witch said mockingly as she rubbed her stomach. Capitalizing her statement with a loud burp.

She continued to play with her bulging belly. Kneading and pushing down on the body within. Squeezing the life out of the boy inside and feeling him struggling against her. Each of his desperate attempts made her more happy and her pussy got wet from the pleasure. Her cock also throbbed at the thought of him melting down inside of her.

Inside Tristan was pressed against the hot fleshy walls of his prison. A stinging liquid coating his lower body as he tried desperately to keep most of himself out of her stomach acid. Each movement of his met resistance from her stomach walls and eventually he’d feel her pushing him back inside as though trying to prolong his torment. His skin burned and the air was suffocating him with the acid and her vile smells. He felt like he’d found his own form of hell and it was not ending quickly.

The witch sat on the bed and mused to herself. She’d managed to deal with 4 of the boys so far and the night wasn’t close to over yet. She had her latest victim trapped and he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. She considered taking a break, but decided she may as well get the fifth boy while this one settled down.