Medieval Vore Chapter 3 Teaser

Eric and the others were brought into the female chief’s court room. It was a large building, its ceiling stood roughly fifty feet above them. The entire place was lavished with decorations from many of the tributes and gifts that were sent to the women’s district by the council –this was to ensure that all the members remained untouched during the females during “The Gamble” –and was occupied by twenty or so females, they all were stunningly beautiful, even more beautiful than the guards that escorted them into their eminent doom. But none were as beautiful as the chief, who sat comfortably on her elevated throne near the back of the room, the air around her full of authority and power.  Another chair was sitting to the chief’s right, though its owner was not present.
She eyed each one of them, as if trying to decide what choice of dessert she should take.  Without standing, the chief of the women’s district calls out throughout the court in a voice both beautiful and menacing.
“Cutthroats and murderers, turncoats and deserters, you have entered into what now will be your final moments! You have been tried and found guilty of committing one of the three deadly crimes that sentence its exercisers to death –and to us a delicious meal.” She said the last part with an evil grin.
Several of the felons gulped.
The chief’s smile grew as she saw the fear from some of the criminals. She spread out her hands in anticipation. The guards lined up the prisoners into a single files that lead towards the center of the grand floor that was before the shadow of the chief.
The first felon was brought into the center of the court, where the women that were on the court floor gathered around in a semi-circle, with the opening towards the chief.
There was no escape, even if anyone tried. One of the women from the group moved towards the first casualty, walking towards him with a stunning smile.
“Edward Sullivan,” one of the guards standing besides the chief announced, “you have been found guilty of murder in the first- degree by your council, your punishment is death by devourment.”
“Any last words?” The stunning brunette asks, slowly circling her prey.
“If it wasn’t for the fact that I was about to die,” Edward began, “I would say that I was in heaven.”
The brunette smiled, and then punched him hard in the stomach.
“The ones like you make me sick, you’ve killed someone without thought and think that you will die happy? You’re not in heaven, you little worm, you’re in hell!”
The beautiful brunette started beating the murderer up, punching him at his sides and kicking him where the sun don’t shine. The woman surrounding the event jeered without mercy at the victim. It lasted for about a minute, and by that time, poor Edward was a lump of breathing meat, lying on the ground.
He groaned as she picked him up unsympathetically into the air above her, like a child would do a toy. She smirked, shoving his head into her gaping maw. He barely struggled due to the many injuries that the brunette gave him only minutes ago, and flailed almost lazily as the rest of his body was slowly being brought into the folds of the woman’s stomach. The brunette smiled –if you can call it a smile with a person wedged between your lips –and punched the poor man again in the stomach, and pulled him down further. A bulge began to form at the female’s stomach, growing in size as Edward sank deeper and deeper into the dame’s maw. It only took several seconds until only his feet were exposed from her mouth, which she quickly swallowed down. The lump that was his feet could be seen making its journey downwards into the deadly pit.
The woman let out a sigh of satisfaction, and then waddled back into the group of other women, who opened up a path for her as she neared.
There was silence among the criminals, even though they have seen plenty of people being eaten, they have not actually seen first-hand how a woman ate its prey –also with the fact that said woman brutally beat her victim to a pulp.
There were four people left before Eric.