Zozafina's Day Out 3
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Zozafina and her monstrous companion deal with their former slavemaster in a final, and delectable, way.
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Miselda swims up through the sand, grabbing onto more rigid, more compacted soil and pulling herself up from the terrible trap, scrambling to her feet and clutching at her bleeding side.
“Oh, you managed to free yourself, have you? That’s good. I was hoping you’d show off that superiority you claim to have. Remind me—why exactly were you so much better than the likes of me or my friend here?”
Spitting sand out of her mouth, Miselda stumbles and scrambles as much as she can before another hand reaches out from the darkness behind the monstrous mass and slams down right where she stands!
The dark elf jumps out of the way, glaring hate at Zozafina, her hands moving in the incantations of magic natural to her profession. As she’s making the motions to cast her spell, she doesn’t account for the flailing tentacles, working in tandem and lashing out at her, striking her naked flesh and sending her flying!
Miselda crashes into the wall beneath Zozafina, cracking the ancient stone with the impact. She groans as she slides off it, crumpling to the dirt.
“Behold the power of the female form. Isn’t it brilliant? Isn’t it much more impressive than the male?”
Zozafina hops off from her perch, floating down effortlessly, her cape and hair billowing. When she lands on the sand by Miselda’s face, she glares at the broken creature before her. “I thought like that, too. Because you and your kind threw the idea at me, forced me to believe it. Made me wish I was something I wasn’t. How foolish.”
The slaver grabs Zozafina’s boot, but the sorceress sighs and points a finger at her, shooting a ray that zaps her hand.
Miselda yelps and curls up.
“My dear companion,” the sorceress says, snapping her fingers. This sound turns the monster’s attention back toward them. “Please deal with this creature hastily. I have a lunch date that I wish to keep, but I don’t want to miss the show.”
“Sha… show…?”
Miselda’s question is answered quickly when the tentacles whip around her, wrapping around her wrists and pulling her to her knees. Another tentacle wraps around her neck, yanking her to stare face-to-face with Zozafina.
The sorceress licks her lips and puckers them. “Goodbye, Miselda. In a century, no one will remember your name.”
With a yank, the monster pulls the dark elf up to its maw, its mouth wide and gummy, muscles wriggling and dripping with saliva.
Miselda kicks and screams as she flies toward it, viewing the creature head-on as she’s shoved toward that quivering gullet.
Soon, she’s stuffed into that maw, halfway filled into it, her legs kicking ineffectually as she’s surrounded by the darkness of the crushing throat holding her down.
The great peddler of flesh finds herself bound around the warm flesh of one of the many beings she had subjugated to the dark and terrible life she had chosen for them, trapped with no escape and only a view of a dark and depressing but short existence.
The tentacles let go of her upper body as they moved to her lower, wrapping around her thighs and pushing her in. The creature tilts its throat back, groaning in a mixture of the delight of the taste mixed with the catharsis of revenge. It pushes her down by her thighs, its giant arms sloshing up alongside her body, pressing up between her, tickling at her womanhood as it slides her further and further within.
Inside, Miselda thrashes about, punching and squirming, but the creature’s body does not yield to her. It coats her in a layer of its digestive juices, making her slip much more quickly. Even so, the monster has to gulp and swallow multiple times, punching at her sex before she gets sloshed down within it to her knees. At that point, it is only a matter of a quick slurp before she disappears forever into the beast's gullet.
“Well, I don’t know what I was expecting,” Zozafina says, shrugging as she looks toward the satisfied creature. “But that was much less entertaining than I wanted.”
The beast groans and grumbles, rolling onto its side.
“Oh, you want to be a good boy and be turned into something far less grotesque?” she asks. “I’m sure I can think of something for you,” she says, stepping closer to it. “But we’re not done quite yet.” She coos, petting the beast on her belly. “My dear friend, you were and could be a beauty most deadly.” She presses a kiss to its stomach, nuzzling against it, rubbing the rubbery flesh.
A kick hits Zozafina, sending her stepping back. “Oh my, Miselda’s still fighting! No wonder you have a tummy ache!” She claps her hands together. “Don’t worry. In a few moments, she won’t even know what hit her!”
The dark witch slaps her hands against the beast's sides, magical energy pouring into it. “Now, then, help your mistress make it to the surface. For today, I take what’s mine in Anteronia!”