Sampling the Manor

Jack:

Mary:

Aesop:

Of all the things you could have agreed to, this was probably one of the most ridiculous. You were sitting in the bottom of a small top hat, partially sealed in darkness by a gloved hand covering the opening. You were going to be part of some magic trick…but it was the most basic one in the book. All Servais told you was that it’d have an interesting, but harmless little twist.

“Well? Are you going to show us or not?” Naib asked, crossing his arms. He was standing alongside a curious Violinist, trying not to grimace as a few possessed tendrils of hair poked at him. Neither of them had to be here, but Servais was really playing this up.

“Calm down, Mister Subedar, Paganini,” Servais said. “It’s just a simple little trick. Now, watch as I pull a rabbit out from this simple top hat!” He then reached in to grab you. You squinted at the sudden light, but caught a glimpse of the hand reaching down for you. It carefully wrapped around your middle, pulling you out into the open. You blushed involuntarily as the hooded survivor and lanky hunter stared at you. Antonio’s grin was wide and unnerving as always, while Naib tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. He at least looked marginally surprised.

“That doesn’t look like a rabbit.” Antonio said, his grin looking just a little smug. The Magician looked at you, aghast (or at least pretending to be). He shook his head and sighed.

“Unfortunately,” Servais remarked in mock disappointment. “May not be fluffy, but I do have a way to make them disappear too.” And there was the twist. The magician dangled you carefully over his open mouth. He winked at you before letting go, dropping you into his hungry maw.

You landed on his plush, pink tongue, quickly sealed in darkness as he closed his mouth. Servais began swishing you around his mouth, his tongue getting you nice and coated in saliva. It also savored your rather delectable flavor. He spent a good minute swishing you around with his soft tongue.

Once he’d had enough tasting, Servais tilted his head back, sending you sliding into his gullet. He gulped you down in one, as if you were just a simple morsel. You slid down his pulsing throat, soon being squeezed into his waiting stomach. You landed with a splat, prompting Servais to muffle a burp before he bowed.

Antonio clapped his hands, while Naib rolled his eyes. The Mercenary stepped up and poked Servais in the belly. 

“Admit it, you just wanted to make a spectacle out of having a snack.” he said. Servais pouted for a moment, shooing his hand away.

“I know you liked the view, Naib. Look, you’re drooling now!” Naib’s eyes widened, and he huffed. Antonio had already slunk off somewhere, probably to find his own prey. The Mercenary growled, shaking his head and stomping off. Satisfied, the Magician rubbed over his gut, squishing you around a little.

“Thank you very much for your participation, dear. Your act was good, as was your flavor.” he said. You pressed yourself against the plush stomach wall as the fleshy pouch quietly gurgled around you. There were no signs of impending digestion, but he didn’t seem in a hurry to cough you up.

“So, you’re going to let me out, right?” you asked. Another gurgle, then a thoughtful hum from above. Then you were squished from outside again.

“Oh yes, I will…eventually. You feel quite nice in there.” he said. Ah well, you should have seen this coming. Not that you cared too much; his stomach was calm right now, wet but comfortable. You trusted him to just hold you for a while.

-He leans more towards prey, but can be a pred about 40% of the time.

-He's a very gentle prey. Doesn't fight much, is often shy or nervous depending on who's swallowing him. Gives nice rubs to the tongue and stomach walls.

-Eli is a gentle pred too. He'll make sure his prey is alright and enjoying themselves.

-Eli isn't a fan of unwilling prey. He prefers all parties involved to be at least semi willing.

-He normally prefers oral, but he'll gladly full tour or anal vore those he's close enough with.

The moment Aesop saw those cameras dotting the map, he knew he was done for. Having a match in the Asylum was bad enough, but that Photographer was going to make things even worse. She was merciless, taking down the other survivors with only minor difficulty and saving him for last.

The Embalmer was left to search for the dungeon, his only hope for escape. Unfortunately, his heartbeat was picking up. Damn it…he had no hope of outrunning her, and the dungeon was nowhere to be seen. There was a locker, though…with no other choice, he carefully stepped inside and closed the doors.

Aesop tried to quiet his breathing, his heartbeat steadily picking up. Josephine was right outside now, running her fingers along her blade. He watched through the slots as she just stood there, as if trying to figure out which way he’d gone…only for her to look in his direction with a sinister look in her eyes. Aesop gasped, freezing as Josephine threw open the locker doors.

“Found you, my little gray mouse!” She said, giving him a wicked grin. There was nowhere to run. Josephine could easily tie him to a balloon and carry him off to a chair, but Aesop knew that wouldn’t be happening. The hunter snatched him into a hug, pressing him against her ample chest. She then kissed his head again and again.

“Oh mon chou, how I’ve missed you~! How adorable of you to try and hide from me here, cornering yourself~!” Aesop couldn’t help blushing as his face was squished into her boobs. Her sharp nails ran through his hair, fingers rubbing his head. ”You’re always trying to run off with those other pesky survivors…but don’t worry. I know how to keep you close to me for a while.”

Keep him close? What was she going on about? Aesop leered as she pulled his mask away before turning around, taking off her coat before placing it aside. Then she pulled down her pants and panties, giving him a close look at her soft, round butt. Josephine teasingly bounced her rear before pulling her cheeks apart, revealing her tight, pink pucker nestled between.

“See something you like~?” she asked. “Why don’t you give me a kiss?” Aesop huffed as she pushed her ass back, her puckered hole winking invitingly. She really wanted to do this? Here, and now? Well…it had been a while since they’d done something like this. He leaned in and gently licked her back door, his tongue circling around the soft rim. Each lap made her give a soft moan, and Aesop slowly relaxed. He even dared to give a soft kiss in between licks.

Unfortunately for him, the Photographer wasn’t satisfied yet. As he caught his breath, Aesop felt an odd sensation. There was more space in the locker, and Josephine seemed to be getting bigger…or rather, he was getting smaller! The Embalmer soon fit perfectly in her hand, squirming as she carefully held him.

“Oh Aesop, you really are like a little mouse now!” she cooed, petting his head with her fingertip. “And lucky for you, I have a warm little mouse hole to tuck you in!” She couldn’t mean…he was brought down behind her, watching Josephine spread her cheeks again. Aesop shivered upon finding himself positioned right above her pucker, that pink rim quivering in anticipation to swallow him.

Josephine bit her lip as she slipped Aesop’s feet into her ass. Her fingers kept his arms pinned to his sides as he was slowly fed to her back door. The Embalmer could only watch as her pucker flexed and gaped, taking him inch by inch. His rimming had loosened and lubed it up a bit as well, letting him easily slip in up to his hips, cringing as the soft pucker hugged his waist.

The hunter let go of her cheeks, briefly squishing Aesop between the pillowy flesh. His vision was framed by Josephine’s ass cheeks as her pucker continued creeping up along his body. Warm slime clung to him as her anus reached his shoulders. He cringed at the warm, plush feeling of the flesh as it engulfed his neck, then his face. The Embalmer was soon swallowed completely, Josephine’s pucker clenching and sealing him in.

Aesop was surrounded by soft, tight, squishy walls. The only light came from the anal star that had just swallowed him. The walls flexed and clenched, pulling him further away from that exit. Faint moans and the rocking of her hips told him how much Josephine was enjoying this. The flesh squished around him relentlessly, tucking him away within the hunter’s bowels.