Laboratory B22

The lift doors pinged open and she blinked against the brightness of the white sterile environment. She raised a hand to shielded her eyes from the overhead fluorescents. Hesitating for a moment she stpped out of the lift the sound of her heels echoing off the floor her eyes flicked along the doors and she moved closer to one to try and make some sense of the mark on it. Pulling out her phone she took a photo to study later before taking a few more seconds to try and work out where the group of men had gone.

Edging around the door she peered inside, had they gone in here? Why didn't they turn on the lights? She resisted the urge to call out hello and instead squeezed past the door standing stationary in the darkness and peering into the gloom she waited for her eyes to adjust. Moving away from the door she took a few cautious steps the hair on the back of her neck rising as she did.

The door behind her rolls closed, the light disappearing with a thick metallic click. Now, alone in the darkness other metal sounds, like that of heavy chains lifting and falling, dropping and crashing onto the concrete floor below echoed. Blind now by the pitch black darkness, Bella had little chance of finding her exit now...

A cold chill shot up and down her spine at the sound of the door crashing shut and the heavy chains sounding as though they were moving something or releasing something. She tried to stifle her breathing to hear any slight sound or hint of what might be out there, Instinctively her hand clasped the tazer gun.

Belladonna wrote:

A cold chill shot up and down her spine at the sound of the door crashing shut and the heavy chains sounding as though they were moving something or releasing something. She tried to stifle her breathing to hear any slight sound or hint of what might be out there, Instinctively her hand clasped the tazer gun.

Even in the darkness, the multiple eyed creature could see the fine and curvacious form of it's prey ahead of it; standing idle in the center of it's chamber, asking to be it's prey. It had been 18 months since it's last 'real' meal, and now that the restraints had been electronically removed, it can freely go forth and claim it's prize for being a good test specimen: real flesh. It had saliva dripping down its cracked toothy maw, large sums of it pooling into pools at it's feet. It takes a few steps towards the prey, it's senses picking up data stating it was a female creature of the human species. A highly tone and agile creature she was, her body was made of much needed protein; delicious, blood rich protein...

The ground shook as he approached, but not to an uncomfortable degree for the young woman below. Each thud of its feet louder than the next.

She heard it, and felt it move towards her at first thinking it was some sort of machine starting up but then hearing it breath she realized what a mistake she'd made! This was a holding chamber for some kind of huge B.O.W and it had been let of its chains, released so it could feed on her. Belladonna cursed the darkness wishing she could see, perhaps then she'd have some chance of escape!

"Let the show begin!" came the high pitched tone again, and the lights activated. The room was half as bright as it was in the hallway, but the walls were made with thick gray steel, and the floor was cracked dull grey concrete. Behind Bella, was a large window with 8 different people in white lab coats, one was ''Metallica'', and beside him were the two who had followed him, a leather shoulder holster over their white pinstripe dress shirts. "Metallica" waved, approaching the com speaker. "Hello Miss Reporter. I-we couldn't help but notice you following us in the woods. Well, good for you and your insatiable Reporter like gut to follow us down here. Unfortunately, your going to be forced into an altogether 'different gut'. We've needed to feed the G-Specimen anyways, thanks to you Miss NY Times, we'll no longer have to feed him Bessie the Cow; us Scientist's kinda grew close to her." he says in a mockingly sympathetic tone. "We gave you a stun gun to fight the creature, we need to run some battle data on the G-Specimen, so try not to die so soon, alright?" He finishes before turning the com off.

It looked down at her, gawking with its central eye on it's head, while the larger eyes on it's shoulders freaked out due to the flash of light. After the Scientist stopped talking, the Tracker considered it the cue to 'dig in'. Rearing it's head back and producing a loud roar, the creature charged the woman! Drool flying out of the corners of it's putrid mouth, the large creature raises it's right, razor sharp and pointy claw high before sweeping it towards the woman; the nails of it's claw dug through the steel wall at it's right like if it were made of cardboard. She had a brief chance to show off her agility and flexibility here, and it was now time to see if she would take it.

Belladonna dove to the right narrowly avoiding the claw which would almost certainly have sliced her in half if it had hit her. She rolled to the side and brought the tazer up firing a single shot at the big eye on the monster's shoulder. She knew there was no way to beat this creature but if she could get it angry enough and stay alive long enough perhaps she could get it to smash out the window! She shot a glance at the mocking leering faces beyond. God this had better work she thought as she dodged back towards the glass.

Belladonna wrote:

Belladonna dove to the right narrowly avoiding the claw which would almost certainly have sliced her in half if it had hit her. She rolled to the side and brought the tazer up firing a single shot at the big eye on the monster's shoulder. She knew there was no way to beat this creature but if she could get it angry enough and stay alive long enough perhaps she could get it to smash out the window! She shot a glance at the mocking leering faces beyond. God this had better work she thought as she dodged back towards the glass.

The spunky and agile woman was all the more delectable since she was able to dodge it's attack! Her tazer's electronic pulses suddenly ripped away at it's arm, causing the eyeball to flare up and become a glowing red. The creature took a step back, the non-lethal rounds were numbing the 20' creature's arm. Lowering it's head to her level it expelled a defiant and rather angry roar into her face; the force of his roar caused her body to drag backwards even as she placed all her weight to her feet and covered her face from the rotting stench of his breath and the saliva trails that were carried with the roar. Rearing up it's torso and standing tall again, it swung it's left arm down, swatting the woman with it's palm rather than its claws-however the claws still managed to tear away the upper right side of her dress as the blow sent her flying towards his right. Her body tumbled and dragged across the concrete floor. The Tracker scratched its injured eye against the wall, roaring a guttural noise similar to a crocodile's hiss.

She bounced across the floor landing in a crumpled heap, gasping for breath and dazed she glanced around trying to get her bearings. Her jacket was torn to shreds she was lucky not to have shared its fate. Standing with a hand against the wall to support herself she felt the jackets remnants fall to the floor, only her bra contained the ample swell of her breasts which heaved with every lungful of air. Her eyes met those of the gloating men before she scanned the floor for the dropped tazer. It was right in front of the B.O.W. she looked up from the gun past the slavering maw and into the monsters hungry lustful eyes as it stared straight back at her!

"Oh wow...this show looks like it just got a Rating Boost-kiddies, you'll have to sit this part of the fight out now." the man said back to the other scientists who either ignored him or laughed with him. They continued to observe the fight taking place, some truly gathering data while others viewing it as those viewed the gladiators in the Roman days. "Look! Her gun is at the monster's feet! Yeah should have known better to bring a civilian into this fight...if only we can get our hands on that Agent...then we'd have some real battle data!" he states aloud, grabbing the speaker phone: "Oh...Miss New York Times, I really must say your looking swell; perhaps you can 'flash the audience' and we'll add a small extension to your rapidly dropping lifespan-do you like that idea?" the man says with a cruel laugh, not being serious what so ever. After the Tracker sights its prey, there is no such thing as 'extension' only the death that waits ahead for it's target..the cruel, painful fate of being devoured alive.

The creature scans the tasty morsel before it. Unlike the starved eyes of the creatures above, the Tracker's eyes were of true starvation, true hunger. It gently brought up it's left foot and slowly brought down his immense weight over the tazer. There was a distinct pop and sizzle before it continued it's slow, lumbering advance upon the poor woman. Saliva passed through the cracks of it's needle like teeth, and all eyes were on Bella as it brought up its right arm, ready to swipe at the woman and collect her in one go-but it waits. The look in her eyes were like added seasoning to the Tracker. Her fear, the subtle shivers that she radiated her beautiful and delicious looking body made it all the worth while-giving her false hope, it allowed her to try anything to try and preserve herself; false hope was the best seasoning to give to a live prey...something some livestock animal could equally produce.

Belladonna had no hope left her eyes darted around the room seeking a way out but the only door she could see was the one she'd come in through and it was too thick for her to force open. Her one hope, the gun lay crushed, along with all her hopes of escape. As she stared up into the monster's eyes she realized she was going to die here and now. Her life, her body reduced to nothing more than a meal for a hungry B.O.W. She was determined to die with dignity she wouldn't give those scum at the window any pleasure by grovelling or begging. Instead she stuck her jaw out and cried out "Well what are you waiting for you ugly mother, come on and eat me!"

Belladonna wrote:

Belladonna had no hope left her eyes darted around the room seeking a way out but the only door she could see was the one she'd come in through and it was too thick for her to force open. Her one hope, the gun lay crushed, along with all her hopes of escape. As she stared up into the monster's eyes she realized she was going to die here and now. Her life, her body reduced to nothing more than a meal for a hungry B.O.W. She was determined to die with dignity she wouldn't give those scum at the window any pleasure by grovelling or begging. Instead she stuck her jaw out and cried out "Well what are you waiting for you ugly mother, come on and eat me!"

The creature paused, noting the change in her eyes. It lowered it's arm and shrugged it's shoulders, almost disappointed. However, it was still intensely hungry, so it mattered not. It back hands the woman-crushing her against the heavy metal wall before leaning in to catch her upper body with its right claw. It lifts the dazed woman up, shaking her about and inspecting her further-her ample breasts swaying and the skirt of her dress and one of her heels falling after it is done with it's inspection. Slowly it draws her close to the dank and musty maw lined with prickly needle like teeth. A short fat red tongue flaps inside, like a hand beckoning her in. In the far back, a tunnel of darkness-small enough just to barely fit her shoulder width into, but there were other ways to make her fit, albeit painful for her. Roaring into her face again, this time with one arm pinned against the claws, and it's thumb's claw pressed against her neck. He begins to widen and force her head first into the expanding moist cave of her destruction.

She screamed in spite of herself she didn't want to die like this and staring into that wide dark maw, the thick strands of drool stretching between the upper and lower palates, the drool pouring over it's bottom lip, it's hot rancid breath on her face she knew beyond a shadow of doubt it was going to eat her alive! Then without anymore warning it shoved her headfirst into it's maw. Her hands clawed at the sides of it's jaws trying to pull herself back out even as her head dangled so close to the rippling throat that seemed to urge her deeper. Her shapely stocking clad legs flailed wildly no doubt giving the scientists something to cheer about. A frantic panic gripped Belladonna and she struggled with desperation to avoid being swallowed!

The Tracker's maw filled with flavour; sweet and succulent breasts being violated by it's thick slobbery tongue. The tip of it glanced down her abs and plucked at her navel, curling around her torso and coating it with slippery trailing slobber. She kicked and squirmed, her cool flesh rippling its tongue with another burst of flavour it pulls it's claw away and closes the jaws lightly-causing the needle like teeth to pierce through her clawing forearms and elbows outside. Blood dripped from the wounds, the teeth pulling out of them cleanly and it makes its first swallow. Her head is pushed forward, her breasts dragging over the sandpaper feeling tongue and forcing her arms and shoulders deeper into the hungry jaws.

She writhed in pain as it sank it's teeth into her, she felt her head sucked unceremoniously into it's throat slick fleshy walls pressed in on all sides stifling her cries and protests. Her arms were pinned to her sides hands left to claw and grasp at thin air trying to find something to take a hold of. Her long legs bicycled the air kicking in wild desperation. She felt every movement, every swallow, every touch of the tongue against her yielding flesh. No.. NO! Not like this I can't die like this she screamed in silent protest, but the truth was she could die like this in fact that was exactly what was happening to her in spite of her struggles the beast was eating her alive!

The scientists cheered and rooted for the G-Specimen as it continued to devour the woman alive. "Ah yes...like a lion feasting on a gazelle, but instead of killing her first, just knocks her back like a shot and swallows her bit by bit, alive and whole-or relatively whole." the bespectacled man states with a sneer. "Well in either case, this is one hell of a show!" he laughs crudely.

Belladonna wrote:

She writhed in pain as it sank it's teeth into her, she felt her head sucked unceremoniously into it's throat slick fleshy walls pressed in on all sides stifling her cries and protests. Her arms were pinned to her sides hands left to claw and grasp at thin air trying to find something to take a hold of. Her long legs bicycled the air kicking in wild desperation. She felt every movement, every swallow, every touch of the tongue against her yielding flesh. No.. NO! Not like this I can't die like this she screamed in silent protest, but the truth was she could die like this in fact that was exactly what was happening to her in spite of her struggles the beast was eating her alive!

The creature begins to turn away from the scientists deafening cheers, kicking back it's head and taking another swallow-her head and shoulders squeezed into the tunnel of its throat. Her breasts bloated and clogged the entrance to the throat briefly, the straps of her bra stretching as the soft mounds of flesh slowly squeeze their way into the tight passage. The tongue reached for her bending knees, her thong clad rear about to enter the dripping maw. Her blood pooled under its tongue, mixing with the saliva and washing down his throat between her cleavage which still clogged the throat and maw; it spilled over her face in the throat and it was poured down the expanding esophagus below.

Belladonna's nylon clad legs continued to thrash and wave as she was edged deeper and deeper the throat rippling and pulsing around her gripped her and urged her deeper into the foul wet fleshy prison. Ahead of her she could hear the monster's stomach rumbling in anticipation. She jerked and bucked her shapely legs trembling at the thought of what was to come, her remaining shoe fell to the floor as she struggled. Horrified by her fate she slid down the tracker's throat towards its hungry gurgling stomach!

The woman's breasts finally slip through, her lower body finally begins to slip inside:




Saliva drips around the hills of her bum's cheeks, soaking through the tiny thong and nylon stockings. Delicious...delicious flesh...it needed to swallow her NOW. The creature continues to swallow kicking it's head back and allowing gravity to aid her down! Her legs kicked and scissored, each gulp sends Bella further down it's throat. The Tracker pauses only when the knees are left dangling at the mercy of the throat- one jerk back and it all be over for the woman inside.

Finally with just her toned nylon clad calves on show to the scientists feet still wriggling toes pointing as though bidding them a farewell the world saw the last of Belladonna. Her head was pressed against a tight muscular wall as she reached the end of the monster's throat and came to rest on the stomach sphincter. Held there for a moment her legs continued to flex straining against her fate. Before the sphincter opened and she was forced into the stomach her legs slithering out of sight like two strands of spaghetti. The throat rippled aided by gravity it urged her into the pulsing muscular bag of the B.O.W's stomach. She squealed and cried out as hot frothy liquids splashed over her. Struggling she pushed against the walls even as they pushed back, her struggles would be visible to any of the observers and they would know beyond any doubt she was still alive, at least for the moment!