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I found release when you did sir.

I came inside your belly as you spread your seed over it

After, while you were sleeping, it wasn't release that I sought. There was no more desperate need, overpowering everything else. It was just pleasure for pleasures sake, and a final way to serve you, to fulfill your last command to your loyal meal.

Kindly, before falling asleep you swallowed two toys for me. I used them

It was hard to maneuver the massive dildo you gave me into place in your stomach. The walls kept moving, squeezing, churning, but eventually I managed it.

It was even bigger than your cock, to that point the largest thing I had ever taken, but as I listened to your body slow around me as you drifted off to sleep, I wanted to make you proud. You gave me this for a reason after all, and so I gently impaled myself with the massive length.

I took my time sliding down it, ignoring my cock as I rocked it back and forth. I tried to press it against your walls but they were too slick, I had to use my hands to work it into me. I don't know how long it took, only that I didn't rush, that I enjoyed every millimeter of those eleven inches stretching me wider than ever before, pushing deeper into me.

I tried to imagine it was your cock in me, but it didn't feel the same. It was warm from your body heat and mine, but it wasn't as warm as a real cock, as your real cock, had been within me. It was bigger, but it was still, moving only under my power or the gentle massages of your belly. I wished that you were in here with me, as silly as that idea might sound. I didn't want you to digest with me, that was not your place, and I wouldn't want to be inside any other predator. I just wished that you could fuck me while you digested me, instead of this lifeless cock inside me.

Don't think it didn't bring me any pleasure, it did. It wasn't as good as the real thing, obviously, but it stretched me out, it made me feel full and good. It filled the void left by your cock well, just not perfectly. I was still rock hard as I finally hilted that enormous silicone cock inside me, squeezing around it, wiggling my ass to find the perfect angle for it to push against my prostate.

Eventually, having found the proper angle, I reached for the other toy. The sleeve you had given me. I slicked it with your fluids, then smeared some on my cock, and I managed to plunge into it

My cock hadn't been inside anything but hard steel in months, excepting your belly which, while wonderful, wasn't really snug. I had my second orgasm of the evening on that first stroke, before even getting my entire cock inside. I didn't expect it, but the feeling of lovely soft tight slick warm joy that surrounded me was too much to handle. I came into the toy and moaned loudly, unable to stop myself. I worried that I might have woken you, but you didn't seem to be bothered at all.

I held the toy there for a while, every slight move of your stomach or my hand causing it to rub my cock again, the overly sensitive head screaming with the sensations. I've never been a big fan of over-stimulation, so I tried to keep it still, but in the constantly shifting walls of your stomach that proved impossible. The pleasure was too much, not orgasmically but almost painfully, emphasized by the slight stinging I was starting to feel from your acids. I groaned and hissed as my poor cock went from no stimulation for months to too much stimulation, unable to stop it. Despite the excess, or perhaps because of it, I stayed hard, locked inside the toy, too afraid to pull it off, until finally the sensations died down. What was overwhelming became pleasurable, and slowly, cautiously I started to move the sleeve up and down, just a little, just to test how it felt.

It felt wonderful. I closed my eyes, not that I could see anything in the darkness of your stomach, laid against the soft walls surrounding me, and I rutted that toy like my life depended on it. Part way through I had a revelation, that you probably didn't keep this toy around just for prey like me. That you had used it, that my cock was now where yours had been, that you had almost certainly unleashed your load into this toy, and that the dildo my ass was clenching around as I did had probably been inside you, not just your stomach but inside your ass too, giving you the same pleasure it gave me. That thought entered my mind and spread from my head, down my spine, and straight to my cock, which gladly spurted out the third load of the night, far less impressive than the first two, but immensely pleasurable all the same.

The overstimulation returned, and this time I bit the bullet and tugged the sleeve off myself, biting back a scream at the pleasure far to strong to be enjoyable. I panted, tired and hot in your sweltering stomach. My throat burned as I did, the memory of your hand wrapped around it, almost squeezing the life out of me renewed. I reached up to feel my neck, where you had choked me, and was surprised to find my fur slough away as I rubbed the area. It was tender, whether from the acids or from your rough hands I wasn't sure. Probably both. I wondered how badly it was bruised, how it looked. I knew you had choked me tight enough to bruise, you've choked me that hard before, but I hadn't gotten to see it before you devoured me. I wondered if you had seen it beneath my fur, or if nobody would ever get to see the proof of your passion on my throat. It didn't matter. You would know it had been there as surely as I did.

I tried to lift off the dildo inside me and found myself unable. As difficult as it had been to get it inside me, it was far harder to pull it out. Your body seemed to reject the idea, churning extra hard as I tried to extract it from myself, making me lose my balance and land on my ass, shoving the dildo back inside me to the hilt. I tried to yowl as I slid helplessly along your slice stomach, and I somehow ended up on my stomach, face down in the thin layer of acid that was eating away at me. Your stomach walls squeezed tight, hugging me all over. Pushing the dildo, ever so gently, deeper into me, rocking it slightly. Making it push against my prostate perfectly. My sputtering attempts to take a breath turned into a moan and my hand found my cock, half hard again. Both were covered in your acid, which still tingled more than it stung for now. I pressed back until the base of the dildo, just barely sticking out of my ass, was against your slimy, silky walls and I waited. I didn't have to wait long. Your stomach churned again, squeezing around me, pushing the dildo in just a little bit, then pulling back. And like that, slowly, so slowly, you fucked me one last time, though you didn't know it. The pleasure in my ass was due to the movements of your body as I lay there, face down ass up as you fucked me with your stomach while it worked to turn me into mush. It was a gentle lovemaking, so gentle I wanted to scream at my lover to hurry up, but it worked at it's own pace and would not be rushed. My hand nursed my cock back to it's full length, the head of it just dipping into the acids below me. I stroked it slowly, trying to let my lovers pace control the tempo. I don't know how long it took, it felt like hours, my hands and knees were sore, my fur was all gone, and everything stung wonderfully by the time my cock finally shot it's fourth load directly into the acid pool beneath me. With a groan I turned around, laying my aching back into the pool of cum and chyme as I rested for a while.

I should have used the sleeve that time but I didn't want to risk moving away from the perfect spot I had found, the spot that let your stomach fuck me. After I had rested, recovered from that long gentle session, my hand found it's way to my cock again. I didn't expect much from it, the poor abused thing had taken so much punishment over the last who knows how many hours. Not too many, the gentle movements of your body told me that. You were still asleep, still resting off your meal, so it can't have been that long. Two months with no orgasms at all, and now four within 8 hours? I knew I had to let the poor thing rest. But still my hand went to it, gently stroking my soft cock, rubbing at the balls beneath it, marveling at the feeling of my furless hand upon it, bare skin to bare skin. Everything felt so smooth. I hardly noticed when I started to grow hard again, but eventually I did. I searched with my free hand for the sleeve, keeping it on my belly while I slathered more of the stinging, acidic lube your body had so thoughtfully provided. I prepared the toy and pushed my way into it with some difficulty. While no longer soft, my poor abused dick refused to grow fully hard again. Even the sweet sensations of the toy snugly accepting it couldn't get it to stand at full attention. I stroked myself off with it still, slipping out now and then. To my annoyance, I slipped out right as I passed the point of no return, my seed oozing out instead of shooting, quickly disappearing into the chyme below me.

There I lay, exhausted, dehydrated, five loads of cum floating around me, indistinguishable form the acid that was killing me. And it was killing me, at this point. I might have lasted another day perhaps, but there was truly no going back at this point. I could feel my skin peeling away, exquisite pain shooting through my body as I lay there. It grew stronger the longer I waited, and I felt a disappointment start to grow. I wasn't sure I would still be here when you woke up. You had wanted a count of my orgasms as I digested, and I had promised to provide it. But consciousness was starting to fade, and I knew it wasn't sleep that beckoned to me. My body, realizing that this situation was hopeless, wanted to provide one final act of mercy and let my mind slip into oblivion before it had to feel every cell whither and die. I wanted to fight it, because my predator had made a request, and I was duty bound to follow it. What's more, my friend and lover had made a request, and I didn't want to let him down. I didn't want to let you down, sir.

My normal method of forcing myself to remain conscious was to create pain, something to focus on as the darkness crept in, something to push the darkness back. In this instance, that seemed unlikely to work, so I decided to work from the other end. My hand found my cock again and I began to work it, trying so hard to focus on the pleasure, but it wouldn't come. No real feelings of pleasure could penetrate the pain that permitted every aspect of my poor, broken body. My burning cock wouldn't even grow hard as I stroked it, squeezing my ass around the dildo that had long since stopped providing actual pleasure to my abused ass. I felt despair as around the corners of my darkened vision, a different kind of darkness began to creep in. The same darkness that began to overtake me while your hand was wrapped around my throat, the darkness not created by an absence of light but by my body shutting down because it simply couldn't go on anymore. I tried to force it back and succeeded for a time, but before too long it started to creep in again. And so my mind and my body fought while my hand continued to pump at my cock, not driven by any conscious thought or instinctual pleasure but due to sheer habit, my mind too occupied to change it's orders now.

It was a losing battle for my mind. My body almost seemed to mock me as the pain in my feet faded into that cold darkness that kept creeping into my vision. My mind grew so tired fighting, it was so hard to remember what it was even fighting for. The darkness was cold yes, but this place was hot and it burned and stung. The cold, cool darkness numbed. Maybe my body was right, why should I continue to suffer.

And then, a light pressure, different from the churning movements of the stomach around me. A voice, distant and muted. " Good morning, fat. Enjoying your end in there?" My mind sung with victory as the darkness retreated to the edges of my vision, not gone, but content to wait for a brief while before claiming me. I forced my hand to leave my cock and press up with the last of my strength against my predators hand as it gently rubbed me through his own stomach. Dimly I noticed my cock spurting as I touched him, and a slight reserve of endorphins was released, a last bit of pleasure to make the hours of waiting worth it.

As the burst of pleasure faded, the pain returned in full force. I groaned as it overtook me. "It hurts sir. It hurts so much." I whimpered out.

"Good, I'm sure you'd not have it any other way" You said, rubbing my head from the outside of your belly. Even the light pressure felt like sandpaper, my skin was so raw. But it was meant as a comfort, wasn't it sir? Not a cruelty? I gladly received it either way, pushing into the pain to let you know I was happy, even as it worked the acids of your stomach deeper into my paper-thin skin. Even through the pain, I was proud and joyous to serve you. To feed you. I did hope it would stop soon, a selfish thought I know, but it hurt so much sir. I hope you can forgive me for it.

"How many times have you cum?" You asked.

"Six." I managed to report. I wanted to tell you more, I wanted to tell you everything, but I couldn't. My voice stung and it came out as a weak croak. I was sure you wouldn't be able to hear me, but then you responded.

"You've done well, then. Consider me wholly, wonderfully satisfied with your service from start to finish. Now, you've been in a lot of pain all night, and I have work to get to. Say your last words, meat. After them, I'm going to break you for good."

I shuddered as I drew in a final breath, my cock managing to grow half hard once again at this news. My hand easily across it and I squeezed around the dildo still lodged firmly within me. I moaned before speaking, wondering if I could manage one more burst of pleasure before my immediate demise. I knew I wouldn't, but it felt so good to try. I pushed up into my predators hand. "Thank you Master. Thank you so much. I'm ready. Break me. End me."

You were swift and ruthless, as you always were. You slammed your body down, your hands wrapping around my head, as you forced your weight down and pushed my head to the side, letting out a satisfied grunt as my neck crunched easily beneath your hands. As I died I let out a sound that was half scream, half moan. My body spasmed again, in a way that to you must have felt indistinguishable from yet another orgasm. Indeed, my cock pulsed and a few drops of watery cum dribbled out of it, but I was far too dead to feel the release. My hand fell limply from my abused cock and into the acids below. My glassy eyes stared into the darkness, and a drop of acid dropped from your stomach wall directly into one. Silently it started to eat away at the meat, all that was left in your stomach. Well, that and the sex toys, one still impaling the meat, the others discarded, pressed up tight against it by the squeezing walls massaging your meal to work the acids in deeper.