Laboratory B22

Belladonna wrote:

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!

The creature's belly swelled bouncing with new found weight. Saliva still drips down the cheeks and pointing maw of the Tracker and down it's neck and abs till it curved around the bulging mass of the stomach. Full, for at least the moment, the creature jerked it's head back and let out a tremendous roar in victory; the power of the roar shaking the protective glass that the scientists hid behind. Scratching its chest, the kicking wobbling gut protruded out and even from the outside, recorders could pick up the female prey's dying screams as acid began to fill the stomach walls with each struggling kick.

Inside the creature's stomach Belladonna writhed in agony, hot liquids coated her as she struggled against the muscular organ's churning and grinding actions. The digestive enzymes produced noxious gases that caused her to retch and cough her eyes streaming tears. Even as she fought the stomach produced more and more of the thick digestive ooze. Until finally weak and exhausted her struggles slowed and she surrendered to her fate sinking into the enzymes to be digested.
As the acids stripped away her flesh and destroyed her nerves the pain faded away, even as Belladonna faded into darkness. The digestive gloop broke down her muscles and organs turning them into a rich soup. Next her ligaments and sinews and finally even her bones became calcified and brittle and were turned to pulp by the stomachs grinding actions. All that was left of her was some excess gas and a nutritious liquid ready for the creatures digestive tract to absorb.

Tracker's stomach receded and a powerful belch escaped from it's mouth as the woman inside was no more. It walked around and left the scientist bored. The woman's garments lay tattered on the floor, still warm with her body heat. After a half hour, the creature squats in a corner of the room and sliding out was a steady curling mound of waste. Amid the steaming pile was a half dissolved skull, somehow still bearing some black hair strands from it's original owner's long raven black and silky look. The reporter's fate was finally sealed to the waste.

Michiko is at a computer screen which illuminates her fine and beautiful Asian features in the dimly lit room. Outside, a woman was devoured by one of the containment specimens. She was invited to come and watch, but had declined for more precious matters. She was compiling the data of the other specimens in the Lab, those active and inactive. She was going to pull one hell of an all nighter at this rate since everyone neglected to keep things orderly and organized. In short, it was a pain in the ass...but manageable.