(...another novel...)<br/><br/>There was no fighting it... any of it.  Scream and buck as she did, both on purpose to escape and uncontrollably as she climaxed, nothing seemed to help.  Santi could barely think through the terror and the bliss, but she knew enough to know how this was going to end.  She knew there would be no escape... that she was going to<span style="font-style: italic">die.</span><br/><br/>Tim's tongue somehow was still reaching her womanhood even after he'd somehow managed, with Shari's hands helping, to engulf Santi's breasts.  Her body hadn't even completely finished its orgasm and already the combination of all of this was warning her that another one was going to hit soon.  If she hadn't been about to perish Santi would have been astonished at the pleasure.<br/><br/>Tim's tongue was still working at her... now hooked up and inside her, longer than some of the<span style="font-style: italic">penises</span>she'd had up there in her short life on the streets, and pressing and rubbing skillfully at the perfect spot like so few men had known to do.  Her entire body from her armpits down was inside his, the confines of his gullet and belly incredibly tight, like a full-body bondage bag.  The feel of his hot wetness pressing in tight around her nude form was amazing, and even moreso because it was also so terrifying... her body loved the terror, had learned to love it, and now she couldn't unlearn that.  Having Shari push in her breasts was another terrible pleasure, as well as then having them squeezed together inside his mouth...<br/><br/>Santi had a split personality at that moment.  Half of her mind was panicking, desperate to escape, desperate to survive.  The other half of her mind wanted this to continue, wanted the pleasure, wanted to die this way... in the throes of ecstasy...<br/><br/>Shari, damn her,<span style="font-style: italic">giggled.</span>She called Santi's screams "cute."  How<span style="font-style: italic">dare</span>she?!  At least Tim was feeding as he did this, was doing something his body was<span style="font-style: italic">forcing</span>him to do... or so Santi hoped.  But Shari... Shari was just insane...<br/><br/>“You don't have to worry, you're not going to die,"  Shari said, still laughing.  "You're going to be part of Tim. I already told you that.” She bent forward, and for a few moments Santi's screams of pleasure and terror were muffled by the woman's lips.  Santi felt another wave of her unnatural intoxicating effect, but this time she was too far into her terror to let it take hold.  Not mentally, at least... but her body gave another lurch inside Tim's as somehow the pleasure increased still more.<br/><br/>Despite her terror, Santi suddenly knew something.  Not only had they done this before, to other women, but most if not all of those women had slid down Tim's throat willingly.  Some probably had never wakened from Shari's hypnotic, blissful effect on them; others, as evidenced by the use of bindings, had wakened and struggled, but had most likely surrendered to their fates as Tim's body and Shari's effects sent them into mind-blowing ecstasy.  Most of their victims had probably let these two murderers take their lives...<br/><br/>“Now climax, relax, and let us have you, beautiful.” Shari whispered.  She expected Santi to surrender... to feed them... to let Tim digest her body away to nothing... like most of the women had...<br/><br/>But Santi wasn't "most women."<br/><br/>"If I'm not gonna<span style="font-style: italic">die,</span>then why don't you get him to swallow<span style="font-style: italic">you!</span>"  It was a statement, screamed through a mouth that just wanted to howl in ecstasy right now, not a question.  "You crazy<span style="font-style: italic">bitch!</span>"<br/><br/>The flash of anger was gone immediately thereafter though, washed away by a fresh tide of pleasure.  Impossible... her body was really about to reach its second orgasm in mere minutes...<br/><br/>The pleasure continued, her body priming for what would likely be its last climax, but her terror returned with renewed force as Tim's mouth reached her chin.  She felt Shari's hands on her head, pushing her down and into him, and for a moment she met Tim's eager little eyes.  He was doing this for himself... but for Shari, as well... or was he using her?  Not that it mattered... except for the thought that someday he would consume her body as he was consuming Santi's...<br/><br/>"You...<span style="font-style: italic">bitch!!!</span>"  Santi screamed, and then she was gone, her face smothered in Tim's hot wet mouth.  She tried to scream more, but she couldn't breathe as her slide into him accelerated now with his last, powerful swallows.  Her arms trailing after her, sliding in fast, she tried to grip his lips with her hands, to rip them off if need be as a small revenge, but her fingers slid over their saliva-slickened shape without being able to grip anything.  She was gone, sliding inward, unable to slow her descent into the hell that was his belly... she wasn't even aware of whether or not Shari had pulled off the bindings before the final gulp.<br/><br/>With a muffled scream into the fleshy sides, Santi settled into Tim's stomach.  It was tight... so tight... and with a powerful muscular contraction, she found herself squeezed into a fetal position.  She barely noticed the new position, however; that last squeeze, grinding flesh against hers, sent her over the edge again.  She screamed helplessly, using up what might be the last of her oxygen, thrashing helplessly as she went into the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced... and likely the last.