For the next few hours, Gorlak and Zarah loudly pleasure each other, moving from position to position as they fuck on every conceivable surface in the cave. Samantha watches on, not even batting an eye when your screams of pain become audible. True to her word, Zarah Bonegrinder turns your most valued extremity to soup even as you kick and thrash, still alive within her. As her husband passionately thrusts into her, Zarah continues to whisper taunting words to you, describing your eventual demise in gruesome detail. Even as you weakly thrash inside of her, your vision growing darker with each passing second, you find yourself conjuring up thoughts of the plump folds of Zarah's pussy. So that's where you're going to wind up after all. You shriek again in agony, but continue musing on your eventual addition to Zarah's body. How much of you will end up fattening her labia? Will most of you go to her ass? You always had a thing for women with round back-sides, so this wouldn't be surprising. Although, from the looks of it, you're more likely to be deposited in the troll's gigantic breasts or pudgy potbelly. Suddenly, Zarah arches her back, crying out in ecstasy as an orgasm courses through her body.

"OH GOD YES! GORLAK! HARDER! OHHHH FFFFUCK ME!!!" Her stomach muscles tighten as waves of pleasure wash over her, squeezing you tighter... and tighter... and tighter. You panic, mustering your final bit of strength to cry out in protest.

"NO! Stop! I can't breath!!! You're crushing---" POP! CRUNCH! SQUISH! And with that, everything goes black. All that remains of you within Zarah's stomach is a chunky soup, slowly being broken down and processed by her body. Zarah and her husband lay sweating and panting on their bed, limbs entwined in a tangle. Samantha stands and walks toward them, eyes wide with depraved fascination.

"Wow. That was.... wow." She reaches out and places a hand on Zarah's green flesh, now drenched in sweat. Zarah smiles fondly at her strange dinner guest and beckons.

"Would you like to sleep with us?" Gorlak grunts in annoyance at his wife's words. She merely gives him a scolding look, "My husband can keep his hunger at bay until dawn at least. In the morning, you'll be his breakfast... but for now, you're our guest." Samantha nods in agreement. Zarah reaches down and lifts her into the air, setting her atop her swollen stomach. Samantha curls up against the slick green skin of the troll, closing her eyes as she listens to the gurgles and groans of your remains being processed. Sleepily she yawns and nestles in deeper, Zarah's belly jiggling beneath her.

A tired smile creeps across your friend's face as she mutters, "It's like sleeping on a water bed. Except, instead of water, there's a digesting boy inside."

Zarah strokes Samantha's hair and chuckles, "Of course, dear. It's just like that." And with these words, all three drift off to sleep.

The next day Gorlak dines upon his eager guest for breakfast, and is shocked by her perverse willingness to become his meal. Zarah yawns and stretches as her husband noisily gobbles up Samantha. She idly runs her hands along her body, exploring your additions to her form. She smirks to herself. Just as she expected... you were such a pussy, begging and whining for mercy. It's no wonder so much of you wound up fattening the lips of her vagina. She massages her breasts thoughtfully. Not such a bad addition to her tits either. Casually, she spreads the plump green lips between her legs, feeling the tingling warmth of arousal as she recalls your final moments.She doubts that she'll find such a mouthwatering and clueless young plaything again anytime soon, but a troll can dream, right?

The End