Panic had set in.<br/><br/>Santi couldn't think anymore.  It was hard enough thinking any coherent thoughts when she had given herself over to an orgasm in<span style="font-style: italic">ordinary</span>circumstances; thinking after these two mind-blowing orgasms, and in the midst of the second, was quite simply impossible.  Thinking during the mind-blowing orgasm while<span style="font-style: italic">also</span>having succumbed to terror-induced panic was... well, it would have taken some kind of miracle.<br/><br/>All Santi could feel was Tim's stomach all around her.  That, and her own body of course, her nerves tingling with wanted yet unwanted pleasure, her muscles in spasms, her inability to breathe somehow augmenting it all.  She could feel his flesh squeezing her, wetting her, and had she been sane she would have known what those fluids were.  As it was the tight stomach was more than half filled with the stuff, her body forcing it up around her, her face still free but likely not for long as it was rising.<br/><br/>Not that her face being out of the liquid helped at the moment.  As she sucked desperately for air, air to fuel her screams of terror and ecstasy, all she could do was suck in the rubbery flesh of the stomach walls.  She tried to bite, by instinct really, but nothing seemed to be happening... a vore-capable creature's stomach was naturally made to resist claws and fangs from the inside, so how could her harmless human teeth do any damage?<br/><br/>There was a sound... in fact there were many sounds.  A dull thumping first... a heartbeat.  Her orgasm beginning to fade, Santi found the will, through her terror, to feel rage.  He had just<span style="font-style: italic">devoured</span>her and he wasn't so much as<span style="font-style: italic">excited</span>!  And yet, despite that she was still failing to breathe, and that the fading pleasure was giving way to terror at her fate, something else managed to make its way into her psyche.  The sounds...<br/><br/>The sounds were different.  The heartbeat, yes, still so calm... but something else.  Pops?  Snaps?  She had a horrified few seconds of thinking her ribs or limbs were collapsing under the stomach's pressure, but no, there was no pain.  Her body was still quivering in its balled-up position, her flesh still tingling pleasantly, the churning of the stomach walls --- pressing against and even squeezing just a bit inside her throbbing womanhood --- was somehow causing jerks of reaction, and sensations suggesting she would somehow know yet another, last climax as she suffocated to death.  Surely Shari's intoxicating, arousing effects still had their part to play in this...<br/><br/>But... the sounds.  Shari's voice... angry?  Shouting... screaming Tim's name at the top of her lungs.  Pops and snaps... vaguely, so vaguely, Santi wondered what was going on.  Was Shari displeased with how Tim had<span style="font-style: italic">devoured</span>Santi whole and alive?  Had Santi not been meant to feel pleasure before dying?  Just terror... just the terror of a helpless meal.  Of all the things she might have expected this morning, being swallowed alive by an innocent-looking young<span style="font-style: italic">human</span>hadn't been one of them.<br/><br/>She hadn't expected what came next, either.  Even as she could feel her mind beginning to swirl, suffocation beginning to eat away at the edges of her consciousness, there came an unexpected movement from the stomach around her.  It wasn't as tight everywhere all of a sudden.  For a moment her face was in the clear... for a moment she was able to suck in a breath of horrid but still wonderful air...<br/><br/>And then she was being pushed, her legs squeezed and flesh pressing against her rump, her face angling upward toward...<span style="font-style: italic">air</span>.  Suddenly there was<span style="font-style: italic">air</span>in here, cool and so much purer.  Tim was letting her<span style="font-style: italic">breathe</span>... making sure she survived in his belly for a long time...<br/><br/>She was proven wrong as she felt her body slide through tight flesh once more, moving upward, the slick mass caressing her bare body on the way up.  Her stunning green eyes were open wide as she stared upward, first at Tim's uvula, then his teeth, and then...<br/><br/>With a scream of shock --- and some pleasure as the sudden, slick, quick rubbing against her body produced a last-spurt orgasmic response --- Santi suddenly came back to something she had never thought she would:<br/>the outside world.