<blockquote><div><cite>Xali wrote:</cite> As Marrok finishes his sentence, the bulge moves up his throat and Belle's reddened, terrified face appears in his open muzzle for a moment, gasping for air. But she's run out of slack, and before she can get any further, Marrok sends her back down with a hearty swallow. Belle's play for freedom only succeeded in letting the wolf feel her face and breasts being squeezed down the tight tunnel of his throat once again. With a splash, she lands back in the acidic prison, and the powerful stomach begins to crush and knead her with a vengeance.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Marrok had been caught off guard by the feel up the bulge moving back up his throat, not having expected Belle to have managed to force her way back up his gullet. Fortunately for Marrok, however, she wasn't quite good enough to defeat his muzzle, and the wolf lingers a moment, letting his tongue drag across her reddened flesh before he swallows hard and murrs softly, enjoying the chance to feel her vanish down his throat once again. "Mrm. Nice try..." he mumbled, almost too quietly to be heard.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Gods, no!" Two handprints once again appear on the outside of the belly as she pleads. "I'm sorry we attacked you! BY THE GODS I'M SORRY!!! I'll do anything you want! ANYTHING DAMN IT! I don't care if you sell me into slavery, just let me out! LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OOOOOUT!"<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>Marrok grins wickedly, he'd always taken a particular delight in hearing his prey beg and plead for their life. The wolf massages his belly slowly, rubbing over Belle's digesting form and taking his time in responding to her, letting the tension build as each passing second he let tick by brought his closer and closer to meeting her end within the wolf.<br/><br/>"Hrhm...alright, I'll let you out..."<br/><br/>For a few moments it looks as though the wolf is telling the truth, stomach flexing and squeezing tightly around Belle as if to propel her up his throat.<br/><br/>"...in a few hours."<br/><br/>The direction of the squeezing suddenly and violently reverses, pushing Belle down and into a tighter ball than before, the muscular walls contracting around her so tightly it was hard to even squirm, but the worst was yet to come...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Digestion Attack (1d20 + 6): 16 + 6 = 22, Hit<br/>Digestion Damage (1d8 + 4): 4 + 4 = 8 Damage<br/></span><br/>With a thunderous gurgle the cramped space was fills nearly to the brim with the wolf's digestive fluids, hungrily eating away at her body as the rough walls dragged across her damaged, sensitive skin like sandpaper. There was no more room to squirm or struggle, Marrok's belly finally had Belle right where it wanted her and there was nothing she could do but digest like the meal she was. Of course, the air that had been squeezed out to achieve that level of tightness and acid saturation had to go somewhere.<br/><br/>Marrok belches loudly, the smell of digesting shifter heavy on his breath. He licks his lips and chuckles softly. "'Scuse me."<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Hah, now that's a roll - exactly the amount needed to send Belle to 0 HP.</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Speaking slowly so as to not take too much focus off the bunnygirl fighting to get out, Salana brings up the subject of how the group should proceed inside. "It seems apparent that something else is being summoned inside the inn, but like Tolren I have used most of my healing. I will only able to provide it one more time unless we rest a minute before heading in. What do the rest of you think?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Ignoring Kelso's remark, Saraphina responds to Salana.<br/><br/>"I think the issue is the summoning it's self. They know we are here, and they know their warriors have been defeated. As soon as they summon whatever it is that they are attempting to, they will come forth and attack. A couple minutes may be to long."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Marrok listened to the others, nodding his head a little as Salana and Saraphina spoke. "Saraphina's right, if they're summoning something in there, they know they're working on borrowed time. If we wait they might just have time to call it up, and I really doubt that's any good for any of us. Plus, even if they don't get it summoned in that time, they'll have even more time to assume defensive positions and set up traps..."<br/><br/>He glances to Salana's still struggling gut. "Of course, we can spare enough time for your meal to settle down. Mine's finally tucked away nice an' well, an-" he pauses as he watches Saraphina's unorthodox interrogation technique, blinking in surprise. The thought hadn't even occurred to him at all - he figured that Kelso would join his cohorts in filling out someone's belly whilst the main group spearheaded the tavern assault. But, they certainly had time enough to spare for a quick interrogation before rushing in.<br/><br/>"Very clever. Hopefully he'll have something to share with us..." he says, grinning.