She'd had to try. Slimy, she wriggled out of the blackscale's mouth, but she didn't even touch ground before the lizard gulped her right back into his maw, claws and fangs none too gentle about bringing her back to where she belonged. "I-" she started to struggle once more, before her head was deposited back at the crown of the lizardman's throat. Once more, fangs pressed into her body, cutting her and soaking her with drool, and once more she could hear the scaled monster's stomach rumbling its impatience.<span style="font-style: italic">You knew you'd die inside someone's stomach</span>, a husky, breathy voice coaxed her from the back of her mind.<span style="font-style: italic">You knew your fate would be to end up as nothing more than fat on a monster- or a handsome man, if you were luckier than you deserved. This is the fate you chose,</span>it whispered, as the tongue caressed her front to savor the elf's taste.<span style="font-style: italic">Why not him? Why not now? Just relax and try to enjoy being melted alive...</span>It was tempting; whether by blood loss or exhaustion she knew that she was losing energy rapidly. She could probably get out of his mouth again, but then what? Be chewed into a pulp? Spend her last seconds in agony, rather than the warm (if strong and heartless) embrace of a lizardman's stomach walls? That was no fit fate. She could see the others coming to her rescue, or trying with their too-small swords. What good would it do to escape again? But the lizardman... he was a man, and she knew his like.<br/><br/>(Spoiler for assorted nastiness and attempts to arrange nonconsensual sex)<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;">"Master!" She cries, helplessly into the lizardman's tongue. "I submit! If- if-" She stammered, not entirely faking your fear, "-if you bring me back to your camp, a, alive," she says, "I've... I've been trained in how to pleasure large men, I can... I can fuck you and make you happy, and if- if I'm not good enough, then you can eat me, and I'll writhe and thrash all you want! Please, let me fuck you before you decide to eat me, master!" She holds on to her wounds, hoping to keep them at least a little sealed. Maybe he would swallow her and toy with her, bringing her back in his stomach. Maybe he was so hungry a willing, trained elf girl wasn't even a temptation. But she was out of better options, and she could always use however many seconds she would last in this monster's gullet to exact some small manner of revenge if it failed. But even as she gets out the last of her pleas, she can feel the lizardman's throat yawning in front of her, ushering her to her slimy new and temporary home.<br/><br/>[[Diplomacy check to persuade him to rape the elf before eating her as my 5th round- <br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/122593">Diplomacy</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">9</span>]]</div></div></div>