continued from part 3 A desire to be bound dressed as Cindy the Lovedoll leads me to tie myself in the box to await his return… Part 4: The Return of the Doll After I’d untied myself in the morning, I had to stretch my muscles after being tied for so long. The tight enclosure in the bag and the various positions caused several aches and pains, nothing that a good massage couldn’t fix. A long hot bath and several coffees later I was out the door and on my way. I’d forgotten about the marks left by the bondage, but it was too late by the time I’d laid on the table and the masseur began to use her hands on me. She noticed the marks and commented that I must have had fun! ...

A desire to be bound dressed as Cindy the Lovedoll leads me to tie myself in the box to await his return… (story continues from Cindy Lovedoll 3: Latex Slave) Part 4: The Return of the Doll After I’d untied myself in the morning, I had to stretch my muscles after being tied for so long. The tight enclosure in the bag and the various positions caused several aches and pains, nothing that a good massage couldn’t fix. A long hot bath and several coffees later I was out the door and on my way. I’d forgotten about the marks left by the bondage, but it was too late by the time I’d laid on the table and the masseur began to use her hands on me. She noticed the marks and commented that I must have had fun! ...

A desire to be bound dressed as Cindy the Lovedoll leads me to tie myself in the box to await his return… continues from part four Cindy 5: Moving Day We had lived together for some while now and I had effectively moved into his apartment and sublet my own, though I still kept a lot of my belongings at my place including furniture. I had spent plenty of my time inside the doll suit or tied in my latex catsuit, we’d even bought more costumes for me to wear for his delight as well as my own. But the best times were when I was enclosed in the doll and became Cindy. Most of my thoughts, dreams and fantasies revolved around being that doll. ...

Chapter Four: Stranger in the Night All the rooms were dark as they moved through the hallway towards my bedroom, their footsteps making little noise as they continued to approach the very room where I lay bound and enclosed in my self-involvement, too engrossed to hear any noise other than the small groans behind my gag that I was making as the pleasure within me intensified. The door crept open slowly, but my head was turned the other way, even so, my eyes were tightly closed and I wouldn’t have seen the opening of the door. They came into the room and were greeted by the sight of a black-clad figure of a woman tightly tied and thoroughly enjoying herself, moving around on her bed, her hips gyrating and her bottom moving deliciously within the latex, a lovely sight to see, intoxicating and inviting. ...

A Self-Bondage Fairy Tale by Rockett Sbf; latex; chastity; electrical; cons; XX Once upon a time, there was a girl who had a real itch to be rendered helpless. She had had no luck finding anyone whom she could trust with this information since she was a professional in a small town and would probably be seen as some sort of pervert by her peers. After so long a time, she finally ran across Gromet’s self bondage site. This was like turning on a 200 watt light. With a few internet clicks, she realized that there were a whole bunch of these sites out there as well as a whole bunch of people with similar urges. After a few months of research, and a little light practice, she was ready to see if she could be her own dominatrix. ...

Motel Room Meeting, Part 3 by Ralph Saturday Morning I didn’t sleep much. The couch was big enough, and the women had given me a blanket and pillow, but the shackle holding my ankle to the leg of the couch woke me each time I tried to roll over. The women knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere, but it made me more helpless. I was also wondering what the day ahead would hold for me. So far I’d only been retied, forced (if it was force) to satisfy three women with only my mouth, whipped, had a probe in my ass, and ridden like a bronco. I still had more toys and I’m sure at least Julie did as well. ...

Motel Room Meeting, Part 4 by Ralph Sbm; FFF/m; bond; toys; cons; X Saturday Afternoon My legs were getting sore from being held bent in one position for so long, my ass was sore from the invading shaft vibrating and rotating within, and my dribble gag continued to do an excellent job at what it was designed for. The women were still talking softly among themselves and I was still squatting on a sybian, highly aroused but kept short of orgasm. There was a chiming sound and I looked at the computer for what must have been the hundredth time. Another name appeared in the guest column, bringing the total to 12. I looked at my image on the screen and thought about what the guests were seeing. I was a mess, shining from a mixture of drool, sweat, and Julies juices. ...

My wife has never really shared my enthusiasm for me trussing myself up in ladies hosiery. In fact she really doesn’t approve at all, and has told me so on a number of occasions when desperation has driven me to try to enlist her help. Consequently I tend to fly solo, and this usually means I take advantage of the rare occasions when I’m alone at home to indulge my fantasies. I need to be careful to conceal the evidence – she has warned me that if she catches me I can expect to spend a lot longer than I reckoned tied up. On the face of it, this sounds good, but I know she means she will head off to her mother’s or a friend’s at least overnight. ...

John came into the living room and Lisa was sitting on the couch. John knew Lisa liked being tied up and pleasured. But John was wanting to be the one tied up so he figured he’d ask tonight. “Lisa, you know, I was wondering if you’d tie me up tonight.” John asked her. Lisa looked reluctant but said, “Ok, take off your clothes while I go get the bag.” Lisa left the living room and walked toward the bed room. John knew the bag was were they kept the bondage items they had so John took off his clothes, folded them and laid them on the couch. Lisa came back and placed the medium sized black canvas bag on the couch. Then Lisa started digging stuff out of the bag. First was a pair of wrist cuffs then a pair of elbow cuffs and then a pair of ankle cuffs. ...

This is how it felt to be Ian. ** You were in the prime of life, as fit and trim as you were ever going to be. All of life was open to you, its riches and abundance yours for the taking. Yet life was empty. Yes, you had a college degree. You had a nice apartment in the suburbs, a steady job, and a nice little world all to yourself. Yet… you felt empty. What was the point of life and its riches if you had nobody to share it with? Then, in your mid-twenties, you were searching for a mate, a wife, a friend, to share it all with. But nobody came. Nobody was Mrs. Right. Night after night, you went to clubs, bars, restaurants, in hopes of finding the right person for you. But nobody ever came. Nobody came your way. “Why can’t I find anyone?” You wondered. “Why will nobody come forward, accept my offer of a drink, and say I’m cute?” Dejected, you always went back to your apartment, crushed and with your hope gone just a little bit more. A year went by, and still nobody came. Your books, your games, and your movies were your only companions at home. But they were poor substitutes for the warm flesh of a living person. Then… she came. It was quite unexpected. You were in the local steak house, slowly sipping a glass of root beer. A woman walked up and asked if she could sit next to you. Without looking up, you said yes. Something, that little feeling in your chest, told you to look at her. And you did. She was perfect. She was not a professional model, nor was her body one that other women were envious of. Yet… she was perfect, just as she was. It was as if the two of you were linked to each other. You could tell that she sensed it too. When she looked at you, looked into your eyes, she was looking into your very soul. You offered her a sip of your root beer. She accepted. And both of you smiled. The next six months were a blur that passed you by in a wave of peace and happiness. This woman had a wonderful power. When she was near you, you felt up, oh so up and so happy. She could wash away your fears, your terrors, your worries, simply by standing next to you. And she told you how you did the same to her. How you were a source of magic and wonder to her, how your presence was a soothing balm to her soul. You were convinced that the two of you were soul mates. It was as if when you met, you said “Oh, there you are. Where have you been?” There were occasional problems of course. There were some arguments, some disagreements. But both of you stuck it out. You hung in there, refusing to give up. And the two of you overcame every problem that came your way. Finally, a year after the two of you met, you decided to be married. The families on both sides were overjoyed at the idea. “You two are so right for each other!” They said. Both of you smiled. You didn’t need to be told that. The wedding was a small, simple affair. No need for a huge guest list, no need for a gigantic church. For the fun of it, both of you and the families drove out to Vegas and were married by an Elvis impersonator. The two of you shared a kiss upon the words “You may now kiss the bride.” Though the families and guests stood and clapped, and though the band of Elvis impersonators burst into song, both of you didn’t hear it. You were bound together in that timeless, magical moment, for when your lips met, everything was absolutely perfect, without flaw, without imperfection. For one brief moment, the two of you were one. For the honeymoon, the two of you rented a beach house near the ocean. Next to the endless blue, the green palm trees and the warm sun, the two of you made love and passion as never before. It was here that you made a surprising discovery about your love. She was a controller. In her normal, non sexual personality she loved you enough to let you live how you want. But when she was aroused, she loved controlling you, binding you and taking care of you. You spent two days bound as a mummy while she tended to your every need, while she held and stroked you. Both of you were in heaven. Pure, loving, heaven. A month later, your fortunes hit a new high. Your loved one somehow managed to win the lottery. You were now rich. You had money beyond your wildest dreams. You could get anything you want. The two of you bought a nice, comfortable home in the suburbs. You also bought lots of sex toys, ranging from cuffs and manacles, to straightjackets and body bags. But your wife bought one item that she refused to let you see. She told you, with a devilish grin, that it was being saved for a special occasion. Though you were incredibly turned on at the statement, she still refused to let you see it. “Patience my love.” She said. “You will see it soon enough.” She made her move two years later. By that time, the two of you had everything your hearts desired. You had a house, bondage toys, and enough money to last for life. It was a calm, ordinary day when she came to you. She said she wanted to talk about an idea she had, one that would serve both of you. Putting down your book, you listened to her proposal. She had gotten the idea in her head, and she couldn’t get rid of it. You talked quietly and supportively, encouraging her to come out with what she wanted. Finally, she told you. She wanted you to become her slave. She told you how much she fantasized about keeping you restrained, how she would have to take care of you, tend to your every need, and how she would hold and caress you, how she would take care of you for the rest of your life. To her delight, you said that you loved the idea. The plans were made. Though you would be allowed to move while restrained, you would spend much of your time in a special device that your wife had purchased. But still, she refused to let you see it, keeping it in a locked box. The plans went on. You would mostly stay in the house, always kept restrained by at least a pair of hand and ankle cuffs. Whenever your wife felt like it, you would be cocooned like a mummy. The two of you agreed on the plan for your new lives. How she would be the loving and caring master, and how you would be the kind and loving slave. Of course, it was not permanent. If you wanted, either of you could stop at any time, and resume your lives. The day soon arrived, when your freedom would be gone. When you would essentially be confined to house arrest for life. There were just a few things you needed to get from your old apartment. Your wife went with you, and she helped you move the items out of the dwelling and into the car. When the last box was put in the trunk, and when everything was gone, you sighed, looking your old house over for the last time. There was the clink of metal behind your back. You turned and saw your wife holding two items in her hands. The sight of them sent shivers of excitement down your spine. She was smiling, waiting patiently for your approval. You smiled and put your wrists forward, offering them, and your freedom, to her. She went forward and gently placed the rigid cuffs onto your wrists. The silver cuffs were lined with a thin layer of leather, which felt so good as your wife worked the device into position. The cuffs felt so right, so good, as you allowed your wife to lock them down, to take away your freedom, possibly forever. When the lock was in place, and when the key was withdrawn, you looked at the restraint locked around your wrists. It was heavy, but not uncomfortably so. It kept your wrists in place, so that you could not move them out of its grip. While you pondered your restraint, your wife bent down and pulled out the leg manacles. The silver cuffs were old fashioned, with a large cuff, rather then the thin kind found in modern handcuffs. She placed the cuffs around your ankles, over your white socks. The cuffs were closed, the clasp put into place, and the keys were placed in and turned. When she stood up again, your ankles were now locked into the old fashioned restraints. And it felt so good, so right, so perfect. These restraints, these devices, were your friends. They cared for you, kept you safe by taking away your freedom of movement. You were happy to have them safely on you, and they were happy to be locked to you. Your wife, your mistress, smiled. “Come on honey slave.” She said soothingly. “Let’s take you home.” Like the good slave you were, you followed her obediently, shuffling along as fast as your friendly ankle cuffs would allow. It was night outside, so you didn’t worry about anyone seeing you. You followed your mistress to the car, where she opened the door and assisted you inside. You let her put the seat belt around you, and you watched as she started the car and drove away. And so you left your old life, and began your new one. You arrived at the house. By now you were more turned on then you ever had been in your life. You wanted nothing more then to grab your mistress and make hard and fast love to her. When she saw your face, she smiled as she realized your desires. “There will be time for that later.” She said. “Now we’ve got to get you inside where you can be tussled up.” Your excitement grew. After helping you out of the car, your mistress gently lead you to the house. You walked as fast as you could, though your ankle cuffs gently scolded you for being in a hurry. Inside the house, your wife walked you over to the living room, where she sat you down in a chair. “Wait here my love.” She said. “I’ll be back with your new outfit.” Grinning madly, you nodded your head eagerly. As she went upstairs, your mind raced. What device did she have for you? How long would you be kept in it? Finally, she entered the room carrying the package in her arms. Your eyes were bulging as she opened it, and pulled out its contents. It was a large white suit, with long sleeves and long legs. It was built out of heavy cotton, and had belts and straps sewn into the suit itself. There were mitts for the hands, and built in socks. A person zipped into the suit would only have his or her head showing. “This is your new outfit my darling.” She said. “You’ll be wearing this for the rest of your life from now on. It’s a special exo-suit that allows me to restrain you in almost any way I can think of. Now, let’s get it on you.” Eager to please her, you stood up immediately. She smiled as she came over and unlocked your cuffs, allowing them to drop to the floor. You whimpered slightly at having your friends come off you. You felt so naked and vulnerable. “Not to worry my love.” Your master said. “You will be safe again soon.” She picked out a white spandex bodysuit. “Put this on.” She said. “It will be your underlayer.” You put it on immediately, relishing in the feel of the spandex all over. After pulling the zipper up, you stand ready for your next assignment. She held up the suit, and undid the zipper in the back. Holding it up, she motioned for you to walk up and to enter it. Excited beyond words, you walked forwards towards this wonderful device that promised safety and security. You entered it slowly, putting your arms into the sleeves, and then stepping into the legs. It was a surprising fit. The suit fit like a glove. While you stood in the suit, relishing in its feel, your wife walked behind you and pulled the zipper up. When it was fully fastened, she took a small zip tie and locked the zipper shut, ensuring that you couldn’t get out even if you wanted to. You shivered again, realizing that you were sealed into this suit. “How do you feel slave?” She asked you. “Wonderful mistress.” You said in a doped up voice. “So wonderful.” The suit fit like a glove, hugging you all over. It was thick and firm, warm and snug. You felt so safe, so secure in it. Your wife made the next move. She placed your arms by your sides and began to thread the straps around them, around your body. Surprised, you nonetheless allowed your wife to continue strapping you up. The built-in straps were applied all over your body, from the neck to the ankles. When your mistress was finished, you were completely immobilized from head to toe. Your arms were strapped to your side, your legs bound together. You wiggled playfully, testing out how it felt. The feeling of being bound was wonderful. You felt so secure, so safe. You were protected. Nothing could reach you or harm you. This suit was your protector. Smiling, your wife went up and gave you a hug, squeezing you to her. You so desperately wanted to squeeze her back, but the friendly suit politely told you that you were not going to do that. The hug of the straps confirmed its message. “You look so beautiful.” She told you. “So white and beautiful.” She leaned in close and whispered into your ear, “But I have one more thing to add.” You gave an involuntary giggle of excitement. Gently laying you down on the ground, she went to the box and pulled out one more item. It was a bodybag, built of heavy duty white cotton. It too, had straps built in, so that when a person was locked inside, he or she would be further restrained and unable to escape. Your wife gently worked your bound body into the bag, gently and tenderly closing the zipper and tightening the lacing. You closed your eyes and drifted in ecstasy as the straps were applied, each strap saying “hello”, each strap greeting you with a hug. When the buckles on the straps were done, and when the thick collar was finished, your wife and master gave a sigh of satisfaction. She held up a small mirror so that you could know what you looked like. You looked so wonderful. You were sealed into a bag, held in place by straps. Your head was the only part of your body showing, the rest of it locked and sealed away under the heavy cotton. With your body now fully immobilized, your wife managed to lift you up and carry you upstairs to the bed. There she lay you on its soft surface. You relaxed and allowed your wife to put a soft and supportive pillow beneath your head, and several pillows around your body, creating a nest for the two of you. She went downstairs and locked the house for the night. You ached for her return. Though you felt safe and protected, you longed for your master to be with you. She came back, and quickly got into the small next. Taking the comforter, she wrapped herself in blankets. She snuggled next to you, taking you into her arms and hugging you to her. “You are so beautiful.” She whispered. “So precious to me.” She kissed you, giving you her love, her care and affection for you. “And I love you mistress.” You whispered back. You wiggled in sheer ecstasy inside your cocoon. The lights were turned out, and your wife held you close as she slowly drifted off to sleep. You closed your eyes and did your best to snuggle closer to her. As sleep came to you, you gave a sigh of pure relaxation and peacefulness. “This is going to be a wonderful life.” You thought. *** This is how it feels to be Ian. *** An average day for you begins with wakefulness. You open your eyes and look around. You are bound in the suit, and in the bag, as you have been for the past two years. You yawn and wait. Mistress will come along and release you soon. She appears a few minutes later. She greets you and releases you from your body bag. She rolls it off of you and undoes the straps holding your arms and to your side, allowing you to move in your exo-suit. “Well honey bum.” She says. “Today I want you to vacuum downstairs and fold the clothes from the laundry.” “Yes mistress.” You say. “I will do what you want.” “Good! But before I go, I have to retrain your arms.” You giggle with excitement. “Yes master! Please restrain me!” You eagerly hold out your arms. The beloved manacles are clasped to your cotton covered wrists. You squeal in delight as the locks are tightened and fastened, locking them in place. The process is repeated for your ankles. It feels so good, this blessed tightness. There have been blessedly few moments where you are without restraints. You are released for family events, and the occasional vacation, but thankfully you spend the rest of the time bound. One of the best times is when you are cuffed, spread-eagle, to the bed while your restrictive clothing is washed. You love those moments. Your wife loves to come in and “have fun” with you while you are helpless to stop her. You sigh, fondly remembering the last time that happened. “Slave!” Your master says cheerfully. “Remember, you have chores to do!” “Oh yes mistress. Sorry!” Your wife smiles. “That’s okay.” She leans over and gives you a big kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back this afternoon after work. You have a good day now.” You kiss her back. “Sure thing honeybun.” Smiling, she walks out of the door and off to work. You sigh happily, allowing yourself a brief moment to enjoy the tightness of the cuffs that you wear. Then duty calls. Your mistress has given you a task, and you need to complete it. Luxuriating in the warmth of the suit, the tightness of your cuffs, and the wonderful life you live, you walk off to the vacuum. This is how it feels to be Ian. Forever. ...

This is how it felt to be Ian. ** You were in the prime of life, as fit and trim as you were ever going to be. All of life was open to you, its riches and abundance yours for the taking. Yet life was empty. Yes, you had a college degree. You had a nice apartment in the suburbs, a steady job, and a nice little world all to yourself. Yet…you felt empty. What was the point of life and its riches if you had nobody to share it with? Then, in your mid-twenties, you were searching for a mate, a wife, a friend, to share it all with. But nobody came. Nobody was Mrs. Right. Night after night, you went to clubs, bars, restaurants, in hopes of finding the right person for you. But nobody ever came. Nobody came your way. “Why can’t I find anyone?” You wondered. “Why will nobody come forward, accept my offer of a drink, and say I’m cute?” Dejected, you always went back to your apartment, crushed and with your hope gone just a little bit more. A year went by, and still nobody came. Your books, your games, and your movies were your only companions at home. But they were poor substitutes for the warm flesh of a living person. Then…she came. It was quite unexpected. You were in the local steak house, slowly sipping a glass of root beer. A woman walked up and asked if she could sit next to you. Without looking up, you said yes. Something, that little feeling in your chest, told you to look at her. And you did. She was perfect. She was not a professional model, nor was her body one that other women were envious of. Yet…she was perfect, just as she was. It was as if the two of you were linked to each other. You could tell that she sensed it too. When she looked at you, looked into your eyes, she was looking into your very soul. You offered her a sip of your root beer. She accepted. And both of you smiled. The next six months were a blur that passed you by in a wave of peace and happiness. This woman had a wonderful power. When she was near you, you felt up, oh so up and so happy. She could wash away your fears, your terrors, your worries, simply by standing next to you. And she told you how you did the same to her. How you were a source of magic and wonder to her, how your presence was a soothing balm to her soul. You were convinced that the two of you were soul mates. It was as if when you met, you said “Oh, there you are. Where have you been?” There were occasional problems of course. There were some arguments, some disagreements. But both of you stuck it out. You hung in there, refusing to give up. And the two of you overcame every problem that came your way. ...

“Mama always told me be careful what you wish for, it just might come true.” Mark Johnston studied the photograph on his desk wondering how the woman in the photo would react to his strange request. Although he had dated many women, Jennifer was different. He felt a connection to her that his analytical mind could simply not comprehend and he had given up trying. Jennifer Demott was an attractive young woman. Thick, shoulder length dark brown, almost black, hair framed her heart shaped face perfectly. She had high cheekbones, a thin nose and full red lips which stood out against her soft complexion. Mark had fallen for the tall, shapely, brunette the first time he saw her. Luckily, she had feelings for him as well and their relationship had grown steadily over the past 8 months. ...

“Mama always told me be careful what you wish for, it just might come true.” Mark Johnston studied the photograph on his desk wondering how the woman in the photo would react to his strange request. Although he had dated many women, Jennifer was different. He felt a connection to her that his analytical mind could simply not comprehend and he had given up trying. Jennifer Demott was an attractive young woman. Thick, shoulder length dark brown, almost black, hair framed her heart shaped face perfectly. She had high cheekbones, a thin nose and full red lips which stood out against her soft complexion. Mark had fallen for the tall, shapely, brunette the first time he saw her. Luckily, she had feelings for him as well and their relationship had grown steadily over the past 8 months. ...

*The follow up Orca snack (which should be read before this one).*Thanks to Tiedash for proofreading the story, and thanks to Gromet for suggesting the latex bags. The water was dark, concealing the orca who moved silently within. Its senses were on high alert. There was food out here somewhere. With her highly developed senses, the orca would find its meal. There. Tilting and looking upwards, the killer whale spotted its prey. It was above the water, about ten feet above the liquid surface. This would be tricky. Though it had a good lock on the prey, the orca would need to time this just right. A single mess-up and the creature would be hungry for another day. With a powerful stroke from its tail, the orca went down in the water. Turning, it spun until it was facing its prey. It was one of those humans. It was dangling face down towards the water, held upside down by a piece of rope tied around the ankles. What was very odd was that over its dark and slick second skin, it was wrapped head to toe in silver material. No matter. All that mattered was getting to it. With powerful strokes, the orca began to move through the water. Slowly at first. Then faster. And faster. Soon the orca was going so fast that the water around it shimmered with energy. With a final push, the orca shot out of the water. Its mouth opened impossibly wide, exposing a dark maw filled with teeth. The human dangling above the water never had a chance. The orca was going so fast that she didn’t even slow down as her mouth engulfed the human, her momentum shooting her up and up, her mouth taking in the delicious meal. Finally, the orca reached the peak of its flight upwards. The human’s ankles were inside her mouth. With a quick bite, the rope snapped. With the prey now held inside its mouth, the orca fell back into the water with an enormous splash. Satisfied, the creature swallowed this morsel whole and alive, taking it deep inside her belly, feeling it slide through her throat. She swam down and paused, feeling its still living meal enter the stomach. At that moment, a sound came to her ears. It was the sound of clapping. “There you go ladies and gentlemen!” The announcer said. “Another performance of the woman eating orca! This marks the three hundredth time Nia has been swallowed. Let’s give her, and Jude, a big round of applause!” Upon hearing the thunderous sound of applause, Jude quickly went into her well-practiced routine. She shot up from the bottom of her tank and easily slid onto the stage, her mouth open and her tail curled to the sky. The humans were going wild. Apparently, they loved what she did, which was fine with her. These humans were so easy to please. When they were happy, they were very nice to her. And to top it off, she got free food, and plenty of companionship. So it was a mutual relationship all around, though Jude suspected that she got the better end of the deal. Oh wait, there was the little hand movement. They wanted her to cough up her human friend. Moving her stomach and neck muscles, the giant orca felt around and took hold of her human friend. Getting a secure grip on her, Jude pulled her back out of the stomach and up towards the mouth. Breathing slowly, but steadily, Jude pushed her human friend out of her mouth, pushing her out and out and out until she plopped onto the water covered stage. She lay still, still breathing, but very tired. Maybe a gentle nudge would get her to move. Jude slid forward and gently bumped her human friend. She rolled slightly, moaned a little. Then the other humans were there, tearing away the silver stuff that was wrapped around her body. When she was freed, the human Nia slowly got to her feet. That was good. A sign that she was okay. There was more thunderous applause from the audience. Nia turned and waved weakly, her fatigue clearly showing. This concerned Jude. Her human friend was weak and needed rest. And she still had one more swallowing to go through today. Maybe rubbing her would make her feel better. Jude began to squeak, catching Nia’s attention. She smiled and slowly walked over to her large friend. Placing her hand on Jude’s huge mouth, she slowly stroked the rubbery skin. Jude’s eyes closed slightly as the pleasure of touch began to come over her. For being such weak and frail creatures, humans were good and showing affection through touch and care. Jude’s relaxed body gave a deep sigh as she sank another inch or so onto the stage, luxuriating in her caretakers rubbing. The rubbing continued as the audience slowly filed out. To both orca and human, it was a special, tender moment, as it always was. “You haven’t known satisfaction.” Nia mused. “Until you’ve heard an orca purr.” Kneeling down, Nia wrapped her arms around Jude’s mouth and squeezed tightly, giving the orca the biggest and tightest hug she could manage. Jude appreciated the effort. It always touched the orca when her caretaker did this. And it would be a pleasure giving her a fully body hug when she was swallowed later. This trust and affection was crucial to the two. Without it, neither would have even considered doing this show. When the hug was over, Nia sat down next to her orca. “You know.” She said, stroking the area near Jude’s eye. “You were quite good this time. Your timing on the jump and the bite was perfect.” “And you were very good at keeping still.” Jude replied. “It takes a lot of courage to do that.” Nia laughed. At times, she was certain that she could tell what Jude was thinking, just by looking at her eyes. They were so expressive, those eyes. So full of intelligence and compassion. “Well, I’m sure we’ll get another chance to see how good both of us are at this evening’s show.” “Yes, I’m sure we will.” Nia chuckled. “Here, why don’t I get you some food that you can actually eat. Does tuna sound good?” “Oh yes, please! I love that stuff!” Laughing, Nia went over and grabbed the bucket of tuna at the edge of the stage. Unknown to both orca and human, they were being watched very closely. The binoculars peeked through the bushes, enabling the user to focus his eyes on trainer Nia. “Ah ha…” Professor Jarlson said. “Yes, very good.” He adjusted the focus lens, and homed in on his target. That trainer had such a cute bottom. Covered in that skin tight, soaking wet, wetsuit. So round, so curved, so… “Oz!” “Yes dear?” Oz spun and looked at his research assistant (and fiancée) Mary. “Tell me again, why are we coming here?” Oz smiled. “Honey, I’m convinced that trainer Nia has somehow managed to communicate with her orca! Could you imagine what that means if it’s true? That we could be on a breakthrough in human and animal communication!” Mary nodded, but went on. “Well, why couldn’t you do your studies back home in Wales ?” “Because they don’t have enough resources, and I…Oh, look!” Oz Jarlson eagerly peered through his binoculars. “There, you see! The trainer is talking to the orca near one of the eyes! I knew it!” Mary shook her head. “Oz,” She joked. “Sometimes I worry about you.” Oz returned the smile. “We’re going in.” He said. “Tonight! We’re going to talk to the orca!” The smile left Mary’s face. “We’re doing what now?” ** As Jude swallowed her food, Nia went back into the small prep room off stage. A quick shower came, removing the gunk and stomach juices. Nia allowed herself a moment to just sit down and relax, letting the warm water drip and roll off her wetsuit. Relaxing in its warm embrace, she closed her eyes. Oh, this felt sooo gggoooddd…. She slowly lay down on the shower floor, peppered with small droplets of water that came from the show above her. Fatigue, weariness and the warmth of her slick and wet suit all dragged Nia into a gentle sleep. ** “Nia! Nia, wake up sillyhead!” Nia’s eyes opened. “Wh…what?” “Come on, you’ll miss the last show of the day!” Nia closed her eyes and groaned. “There’s one last show to do?” “I’m afraid so. But after that you can sleep. How’s that sound?” Sighing, Nia slowly stood up. “That sounds wonderful Liz.” Jude was already going through her tricks and stunts as Nia walked out on stage. “And here she comes ladies and gentlemen!” The announcer said, well practiced at using the phrase. “Our very own Nia!” Nia looked and waved. She chuckled as she recognized several people in the audience. Less then two months after this whole stunt had started, and she already had her own fan club. As the tape began to wind it’s way up and around her wetsuited body, Nia realized that she never got tired of being wrapped up for her stunts. This latest one was very interesting. Standard full body wrap in duct tape over the suit, but being dangled upside down over the water was an interesting touch. After the wrapping was completed, Nia was carried off the stage, up a ladder and onto a platform. There, she was laid down on the platform while Liz and the other assistant tied the rope around her wrapped ankles. Nia shuddered as she felt the rope gently dig into her ankles nice and tight. There was something about having your ankles tied together and being dangled… …which was where she was a minute later, dangling upside down fifteen feet above the water, waiting for Jude to come shooting out of the water and embrace her in her warm and sticky mouth. Ahh, there she was, at the bottom of the tank, getting ready to accelerate to maximum speed. She could rest for a few moments before the jump. She went completely limp, letting her bound and wrapped arms relax behind her back. Going completely limp, dangling like an ornament…so very relaxing. Splash Nia opened her eyes to see a huge maw coming straight at her, the dark throat welcoming her inside. She managed a smile. “Here we go.” GULP. ** The lights at the park were always dim at night. Though there was security present, the lights were kept dim enough so that the animals could sleep in the darkness. The darkness was the perfect cover for Oz and his fiancée as they snuck their way into the park, dressed like thieves in the night. Their outfits were a little out of the ordinary. Like some silly spy movie, both were dressed in skin-tight black wetsuits. “Tell me again…” Mary asked as she snuck through the bushes. “…Why are we wearing wetsuits?” “It’s because they offer camouflage in the dark. And we might be in cold water.” “Oh really? Then why did you select my suit to be the one that has these two blue stripes on it?” Oz looked back at her, his eyes growing and a smile coming onto his face. “Maybe it’s because you look so damn hot and sexy in it.” Mary rolled her eyes. “You know,” Mary said, smiling. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re still sane.” Oz only grinned as he continued onwards. There. The orca Jude’s pen was dead ahead. And there were no guards in sight. This would be easy. It was a simple manner to sneak into the pens. Jude however, wasn’t in the pens. A quick glance at the gigantic tank also showed that Jude wasn’t in her tank. A startled Oz tried to figure out where a forty foot long, multi-ton whale could hide. Then he realized what was going on, and he groaned at his own stupidity. The orca’s pen was right next to the ocean, and there was a very large gate between the two. At the moment it was open, which meant that the killer whale was out swimming in the ocean. This feature had been installed in response to animal-rights activists who claimed that the killer whale was being kept against her will. Now she could come and go whenever she wanted to. Silently indicating to his fiancée to stay and look out for guards, Oz slowly walked forward onto the stage. He shivered with excitement. This was where it happened. This was where the trainer spoke with the orca. A chuckle emerged from the man. “So, the professors back at the university think I’m mad do they? I’ll show them!” He grinned devilishly. “I’ll show them all!” His neoprene booties splashing, he walked over to the edge of the stage and splashed his hand in the water. For several minutes, nothing happened. Then a shape appeared under the water, emerging from the gate that lead to the ocean. Like a very well oiled and used machine, the orca Jude abruptly appeared and shot out of the water, landing on the stage. Oz was taken back by the whale’s size. She was…big. Very big. Easily the biggest orca he’d ever seen, in terms of length, weight and overall size. Jude looked at the human in front of her. Hmm…she couldn’t recall seeing this one before. Maybe he was a new friend to play with. She turned her head slightly and looked him over. He didn’t look or feel threatening, mostly curious. Oz slowly walked forward, unsure how to try out his idea of if this whale could understand a human language. Best to start off with the basics. He looked at the orca directly in the eye. “Do you understand me?” No, no, too generic. He needed something more focused. “If you can understand me, raise your tail.” Amazingly, the orca did just that. “Okay.” Jude’s expression told Oz. “What do you want me to do next?” Oz responded by falling on his butt, his suit rapidly getting soaked with water. She had done what he had asked! He couldn’t believe it! He had to try more commands. “Uhm…lie on your side.” Jude tilted onto her side and stuck her right flipper up and waved it. Oz was almost ecstatic with joy. It was true! This orca could understand him! Now for the classic word that had been used in all the shows. “Open your mouth.” Jude opened her mouth to as wide as it went, exposing the dark, deep and damp cavern inside it. In awe, Oz went forward and carefully peered inside Jude’s mouth. He could see the folds of skin that covered the opening of the throat, but the throat itself was very large. Wide enough to accommodate a human, as had been demonstrated in the show. Oz couldn’t resist. He stuck his arms in, and began to gently scratch Jude’s tongue. Jude’s eyes closed slightly, indicating pleasure. “Mary!” Oz said quietly. “Come here! You’ve got to see this!” No reply. “Mary? Come on, you’ll love this!” No reply. “Mary, what’s wrong?” Before Oz could turn, his hands were grabbed. Giving a little shriek, Oz looked inside Jude’s mouth. Two hands were holding his, with a grip stronger then he imagined. “What the…” With a small grunt, Nia pulled herself forward out of Jude’s throat, just enough so that her arms and head were sticking out. She yawned. “Well, hello there. What do you think you’re doing here in the park after hours?” “Don’t worry Nia.” A female voice said behind Oz. “We’ll take care of it. You there, hands in the air!” Nia released Oz’s arms. Oz briefly considered running for it, but he heard the sound of a gun chamber being slid into place. Groaning, Oz raised his arms above his head. “Good. Now don’t make any sudden movements. You’re under arrest for trespassing.” A hand brought down Oz’s right arm and put it behind his back. Oz felt the click and snap as a handcuff was locked around his wrist. The process was repeated as his left arm was bought behind his back, and locked in the handcuff too. His unseen captor forced him to kneel on the stage, where his ankles were locked in a pair of cuffs as well. ** Ten minutes later, Oz and his fiancée (who was also locked in cuffs) were kneeling on the stage in front of their captors. Nia had pulled herself out of Jude’s throat and now sat next to the orca, stroking her affectionately. “Pardon me for asking.” Oz said. “But what on earth were you doing inside that orca?” Nia smiled. “Sometimes I like to take naps inside of Jude. She doesn’t mind carrying me around while I sleep. It’s almost womb like.” “But the problem now,” Liz said. “Is what to do with these two. What were you doing here after hours?” Oz gulped. “Well, I…I was curious to see if that orca is as intelligent as she appears to be. I’m fascinated by killer whale intelligence, and your orca seemed to be a prime candidate.” Liz nodded slightly. “And?” Oz continued. “And it appears that she is intelligent. While my own commands were normal commands that are taught by you, I was unable to go into more specific details.” Liz nodded. “Well, too bad you won’t get a chance to try out any more experiments for a while. If I recall correctly, trespassing in this state is punishable by at minimum, a year in prison. So I’m sure both of you will have plenty of time to contemplate orca intelligence while sitting in your cells.” Mary cried quietly, her arms moving to wipe away the tears, but stopped by the unforgiving grip of the handcuffs. “Look,” Oz said. “I’m sure we can work something out here. We were just curious!” “You could have come and asked about meeting Jude on a one on one basis.” “In retrospect, yes. But my curiosity and impatience got the better of me.” Nia smiled. “Well, at least you’re honest.” Liz put away the gun. “Well, I suppose we’d better call the police.” Mary cried more and more, and even Oz began to cry quietly. It was a pitiful sight. “You know.” Jude said as she looked at Nia. “They didn’t do any harm. They were just curious.” Nia thought. Just as Liz was about to dial the police on the phone, she stopped her. “Wait.” She said. “I think I have an idea on how we can settle this.” Oz and Mary looked at her with a very faint glimmer of hope. “If they really want to make up for this, I know how they can. We’ve got a new idea to make it easier for Jude to swallow humans, and these two can be the first testers.” Oz and Mary frantically nodded their heads. “Yes!” Mary said. “Please, we’ll do anything you want. Anything! Just don’t call the police on us!” Nia nodded. “All right.” She got up and walked over to a locker on the far edge of the stage, opened it, and pulled out some supplies. The standard issue duct tape was there, but there were two new items. They were latex body bags. Form fitting, constructed completely of skin tight, black shiny latex. “The idea is that I’m wrapped up in tape as normal.” Nia said. “And then I get zipped up into this body bag. Very smooth, and it makes it easier for Jude to swallow me.” Oz and Mary stared. “You can’t be serious!” Oz gasped. “Well, it’s either this, or the police.” Nia said. Realizing that they had no real choice, Mary and Oz nodded their heads. “All right then.” Nia said. “Let’s get you out of those cuffs and get you wrapped up. But first…” Liz quickly took out a camera and snapped a picture of the cuffed couple. “A little insurance police to make sure you don’t run away.” Liz took out the keys to the cuffs and undid them. Oz and Mary immediately rubbed their hands together, grateful to be free of those horrible cuffs, which still looked threatening even when open. “Now then,” Nia said, holding up the tape. “Who’s first?” Mary and Oz looked at each other. “Uhh…” “How about we wrap them both at the same time?” Liz suggested. “Na.” Nia said. “Let’s wrap the guy first. He should look rather cute in the bag.” What she didn’t say is that she would enjoy watching the fear on the woman’s face, when she realized that what would happen to the guy was going to happen to her. “Okay.” Liz said. “But just to be on the safe side…” She turned to Mary and held up one of the handcuffs. Mary shook her head and backed away. “Oh no.” She said. “No, not those. I won’t run away, I promise!” Liz smiled. “I know. But this is just to be on the safe side. Besides, you look rather sexy all dressed up and handcuffed.” Mary whimpered, but otherwise did not resist as she was taken to a flagpole, and had her hands cuffed behind her back, around the pole. “There we go.” Liz said as she tightened the cuffs with a loud CLICK. “That’ll keep you secured until we’re ready for you.” Liz struggled with her steel bindings, but found that they were locked very securely. Liz walked away, leaving Mary cuffed to the pole. Quietly disappearing, she slid down and sat in the water, feeling her suit getting wet with water. “What a lousy day this has been.” She thought. Oz was standing still on the stage as the three female trainers slowly wound the thick duct tape around his body. So far only his ankles and knees were wrapped, but at the rate the trainers were going, he’d be tussled up in less then ten minutes. “This is so strange.” Nia said as she wound some tape above Oz’s knees. “What is?” Liz asked. “That I’m not the person being wrapped up in tape.” The trainers laughed. Oz gave a little chuckle. “So, do you like this?” Nia asked curiously. Oz gave a shrug. “I never imagined when I woke up this morning that I’d be in a wetsuit, getting wrapped up in duct tape in preparation of being swallowed by a creature I’ve been studying for years.” “Yea.” Liz said. “I bet you were only expecting to watch the orcas.” “Yes. That was the point…Ow! Do you have to wind it so tight?” “Yep.” Nia said as she reached his groin. “You have to be very compressed and snug so Jude can swallow you easily.” Oz gave a small groan. “How very reassuring.” “Oh don’t worry. It doesn’t hurt. Jude is very gentle when she swallows people.” “How many people has she swallowed?” “Only me, about a few hundred times.” Another gulp. At that point, the trainers reached his sides. “All right buster.” Liz said. “You need to put your arms at your sides.” “And if I don’t?” Liz gave a sly grin. “Then Jude’s teeth may do a little scraping.” Frowning and muttering, Oz complied, placing his arms at his sides. He didn’t struggle as the tape was wound around his torso and his arms, pinning both in place. From her place at the pole, Mary looked on with both dread and fascination at what was happening to her fiancée. But her attention was torn between the sight of her fiancée being wrapped up, and the tightness of the handcuffs around her wrists. Even when locked around the neoprene, they were still very tight. “Excuse me.” Mary said. “But could one of you come loosen my cuffs a little? They hurt.” “No.” Liz said. “Besides, you’ll be in them for only a few more minutes.” “But they’re tight!” “If you think those are tight, imagine being wrapped up, locked up, and sealed up inside an orca’s stomach.” Mary was quiet. Suddenly her cuffs didn’t seem so tight anymore. To Oz, his bindings were very tight. His captors were reaching his shoulders, meaning that they were going to be finished soon. If he had wanted to escape, then that chance was long past. His legs were bound together, his arms were bound to his side, and the tape wrapped around him was so tight that breathing was becoming difficult. “There we go.” Nia said as she pressed the last bit of tape down. “All wrapped up and snug. How do you feel?” Oz tried to move, could only manage a hop. His arms were completely unmovable. “Perfect!” Nia said. “Now, on to the new gear. Your nice, cozy bag!” “Great.” Oz said, his voice flat. As Nia picked up the bag, she looked over at Jude, who was still lying on the stage. She had been watching everything with great interest. “So Jude,” Nia said. “You ready to swallow someone new?” “Yes, though not in the way that you are accustomed to.” Nia was a bit confused. What did that mean? Oh well, she’d find out in a few minutes. “All right ladies.” Nia said. “Lie him down on the stage.” Oz didn’t, couldn’t resist as his captors gently lay him down on the ground, so that he was staring up at the night sky. “All right.” Nia said as she took hold of Oz’s neoprene covered feet. “Let’s get you tucked in.” Taking the latex bag, she guided Oz’s feet into the bag. To her delight, it was a perfect fit around his feet. “Ohh, this is going to be good.” She thought. “So tight and nice within this shiny, shiny bag.” “Oh, this isn’t going to be good.” Oz thought. “This is going to be too tight and too hot. Wait a minute. I’m wrapped up and being zipped into a body bag. Hmm…this might not be so bad after all.” More and more of the bag was placed up and around Oz’s bound body. The latex kissed him as it was zipped up, inch by inch. Oz managed to lift his head to watch as his legs, his waist, his arms, and his chest were slowly contained by the latex bag. Finally, the bag was completely around him. With a final VVVRRRIPPP, the zipper was finished. The bag’s collar was tightened around Oz’s neck, and several built in belts were strapped together to compress and squeeze the bag’s occupant. “Well.” Nia said as she stood up. “That should do it. How do you feel?” Oz squirmed a little within his bag, completely unable to move. “It’s very tight.” He said matter-of-factly. “I can’t move at all, it’s quite warm, and quite snug around my body.” “Perfect!” Nia said. “Then let’s feed you to Jude!” “Uhm…” Oz said. “Do we really have to do this?” Liz picked up the telephone threateningly. Realizing that he was stuck, Oz sighed. “Very well.” Liz and Nia reached down and took hold of the belts wound around the bag. Picking up the bag and it’s occupant, they slowly walked towards Jude, who was watching this morsel with great interest. “Here we go Jude.” Nia said. “Your latest meal, very slick and shiny! Just remember that you can’t digest him.” “I don’t intend to.” Nia looked down at the bound captive. “Do you want to go headfirst, or feetfirst?” “If you must insist, I will go feet first.” “Okay.” The two trainers held Oz’s body level, pointing it right towards Jude’s mouth. “Wait a minute!” Oz said. “How are we going to breathe inside that orca?” “Oh, don’t worry about it.” Nia said. “Jude can carry enough air for you to survive. And she’ll keep breathing, and keep passing air on to you.” “How very reassuring.” Oz muttered. “Okay Jude.” Nia said. “Open up!” Jude looked at them, then did something that nobody had ever seen her do. She somehow managed to turn her entire, forty foot length body so that her human friends were looking at her side. Then, with great effort, she rolled onto her right side, so that her tummy was pointing up. “Jude?” Nia asked. “What is it?” Jude squeaked. Nia heard a loud plop, and looked towards Jude’s tail. Jude’s vaginal opening was wide open, and clear juices were pouring out of her. Temporarily forgetting about Oz, Nia and Liz put him down and walked over to Jude’s opening. It was quite large, and judging by the muscles and loose skin, the opening could expand several times larger. Curious, Nia placed her arm inside Jude’s opening, feeling the wet and moist muscles within. Jude gave a squeak, and the muscles closed in on Nia’s arm. “Whoa, there Jude.” Nia said. “What are you doing?” The muscles around Nia’s arms were pulsating, grabbing at her, and strangely, trying to pull her in. Only then did Nia realize what Jude wanted. Nia chuckled. Then she started to laugh. “What?” Oz asked in his bag. “What is it?” With some effort, Nia managed to pull her arm out of Jude’s vagina. Jude squeaked sadly. “I think Jude wants some company.” Oz nodded his head. “Yes, I think we all know that.” “Inside of her.” “Well, isn’t that what she wants from you?” “But not in her stomach.” This statement puzzled Oz. He had to think about it for several minutes. Then with a grasp of horror, he realized what Nia was talking about. “You…seriously…must be joking!” Oz stammered. “You can’t…really mean that?!” Nia smiled and nodded. “Oh yes, I do mean it. I think Jude wants you inside of her.” Liz went over to drag the helpless researcher over to the giant orca, while Nia walked over to Jude’s head. “So.” She said, looking into her giant friend’s eyes. “Do you really want him to go in through there?” “Oh yes. The last time someone went in there, it was incredible. I’ve hungered for that feeling for a long time.” “Well, now you’ll get it my rubbery friend.” “Oh good! I look forward to it. He should enjoy it.” Walking over to Liz, Nia grabbed one of the belts on the body bag, and the two dragged Oz over towards Jude’s vagina. “Look, I’m sure we can work something out!” Oz stammered, wiggling in his bag. “I mean, I’m fine with her swallowing me, but this? This is a bit much!” “Oh come on.” Nia said. “Jude said you’d enjoy it.” “You…you talked to the killer whale?” Oz stammered. “Oh yes. She’s very intelligent.” “I can’t believe this is happening…” Oz muttered. They reached Jude’s tail. Jude’s vaginal opening increased in width, ready to admit an occupant. Not wanting to keep their multi-ton friend waiting, Liz and Nia lifted Oz up and stuck him in, feet first. Almost instantly, muscles gripped Oz’s legs and with surprising strength, began to pull him in. The researcher was speechless as he watched his bag being sucked into the body of a killer whale, through its vagina no less. More and more of the bag vanished into Jude’s body. Within moments, Liz and Nia were able to let go of Oz, and let Jude handle the work of sucking him in. Judging by the sounds the giant orca was making, Jude was enjoying the process immensely. Her entire body was shaking and quivering with excitement as she pulled Oz into her body, squeaks emerging from her mouth. Within a minute, Oz had been sucked up to his shoulders, the red muscle lined opening expanding further and further to accommodate him. Jude paused, resting and gathering strength. Oz was left sticking out of her, looking absolutely bewildered. Nia walked over to Oz. “So, how’s it feel to be sucked up into your new mommy?” Oz was flabbergasted. He stuttered, trying to find the right words. There was a suck, and he was pulled in five more inches. “It’s…” Another suck. Up to the neck. “Uhm…” There was a loud schlurp and another suck, and then Oz’s head was the only part of him sticking out of Jude’s body. Oz’s eyes suddenly went wide. And he found the right words to describe the situation. “It’s damn horny.” With a final, powerful suck, Oz’s head was pulled into Jude’s vagina, and the top of his head rapidly vanished into the darkness of Jude’s tube. The hole quickly contracted and closed itself, sealing up the hole where Oz had been only a moment earlier. Jude’s midsection pulsated as she took Oz into her body. Some juice dripped out and gathered near Nia’s feet. With a loud, content sigh, Jude slowly rolled back onto her belly, and relaxed. Nia walked over to Jude’s head and sat down next to her large friend. She reached over and wrapped her arms around Jude’s snout, and squeezed tightly. “Wow.” She whispered. “That was quite a sight. How’s he doing?” “Still going in.” Nia smiled. “Well, while you’re working on him, we’ll go get his friend all set to go.” “Very well. I’ll be ready for her.” Jude watched as her human friend got up and walked over to the new female, who was tied to a tall thin post of some kind. The events of this evening had been rather odd. She had never seen humans acting towards each other that way before, locking limbs behind backs, threatening each other with small shiny things, and something called the police. Oops. Jude closed her eyes and focused, pushing the man through her tube towards her womb. He was stuck, and needed a little extra force to get going. Ahh, there he goes. This was one little talent of hers that only one other human had found out, years earlier when she was in the mid Atlantic . He was a nice man, so friendly and responsive to her desires for him. However, he hadn’t tasted too good. He had been the first, and the last human she’d eaten and digested. No more humans in her diet. Ever. Besides, she couldn’t imagine digesting any of these humans who were so nice to her. All she had to do was do some tricks, and she got free food and all the companionship she wanted. And this human, the one they called Nia…she was special. She was kind, loving, and affectionate. Everything Jude could ask for in a human. Ah. With a final push, the male human in the shiny skin was deposited inside her womb. Now for the tube… As she moved her tube into position, Jude watched as her three trainers were wrapping the new female up in the shiny material. But unlike before, this new human was not smiling or relaxed. Jude was distressed to see this one with a frightened expression on her face as her body was wrapped up very tightly in the shiny material. She looked very frightened. If there was one thing Jude regretted, it was not having the ability to make the sounds the humans made. The elegant and complex sounds that made up their communication. If she could make those sounds, then maybe she could reassure this new human that it wouldn’t hurt, that she would be safe. They were putting the shiny black skin over the new human. She obviously wasn’t enjoying it at all. She was dripping water from her eyes. Why were they doing this to her? Sometimes Jude just couldn’t understand humans, why they did some of the things they did. The new human was finished. Jude’s trainers looked her over for a few seconds, then started carrying her over. Jude acted without even needing to be told, acting off months of training and practice. Her large, cavern like mouth opened, exposing her thick tongue, teeth, and huge throat. The woman was lowered until she was level with Jude’s mouth. “Don’t worry.” Nia said. “She won’t hurt you.” “Silly Nia.” Jude thought. “I won’t hurt humans. I couldn’t imagine doing such a thing.” But still, she kept her mouth opened. As the woman was moved forward, towards the gaping mouth, she began to shake and buckle within her restrictive skin, trying to worm her way out of it. Jude looked at the female human. “Don’t worry.” She tried to convey through her eyes. “I won’t hurt you. You have nothing to fear.” The female did notice Jude’s deep, caring eyes. Could she tell what was being told to her? It didn’t look like it. Nia and the other human trainer didn’t pause. Withought waiting, they pushed the female into Jude’s mouth, head first. Jude felt the female human begin to struggle frantically as her head went into Jude’s mouth. Working automatically, Jude began to swallow the female human, working her deep into her mouth, into her throat. It was difficult trying to keep her teeth from scratching the female, with all the struggling. Didn’t she know that if she only kept still, that this would go much easier? Jude had to do something. Had to give this female some kind of signal…maybe some calm thoughts would help calm her. “Don’t be afraid.” Jude thought, focusing her thoughts on the woman she was swallowing. “I will not hurt you. I will not harm you. You have nothing to fear. I will care for you, I will keep you safe and warm within me.” And suddenly, the woman stopped struggling. She stopped thrashing. Surprised that it had worked, Jude continued swallowing, gulping down this temporary meal. The human’s shiny legs were pulled in, inch by inch, until only her feet were left sticking out. They did twitch and squirm a little, but Jude focused on finishing what she had started. With a powerful suck, the female’s feet were pulled into Jude’s mouth. Closing her jaws, Jude gave a powerful swallow, and felt the female being pulled into her throat, and felt her traveling into her stomach. She had to be careful now. No digestion while this human was inside her. The female was inside the stomach, but was struggling a little bit. Jude thought for a few moments. Maybe some gentle rocking would help quiet her down, done by a nice swim. Slowly turning, Jude worked herself off the stage and plopped back into the water of her gigantic tank. With a heavy splash, she took a deep breath and went under the surface, swimming lazily in the cool water. The female was still struggling slightly, but to Jude’s relief, she was calming down a bit. The human male, on the other hand, had been completely still while inside of her, only turning occasionally. He hadn’t been a problem at all. So Jude swam slowly and calmly through the water, letting it rock her huge body. Within a few minutes, the female had calmed down completely and was still. Surfacing for a breath, Jude looked over and saw the humans Nia and Liz coming out to join her. Jude paused and let them swim over to her. The two paddled over to her and tried to climb up onto her back. Smiling to herself, Jude sank a little into the water, allowing the two to climb onto her back. When they were on, Jude decided that a night swim in the ocean might be the perfect way to finish this evening. With both her trainers holding on, Jude slowly swam out of the tank, through the gate, and into the open ocean. The moon shone down brightly on the water, making it sparkle and glisten. Jude swam slowly, with no particular destination in mind. She simply enjoyed being in her natural environment, swimming around with the humans she loved most on her back. The coast soon disappeared behind them as Jude continued onwards. Time quietly slipped passed them, and before Jude knew it, several hours had gone by. She checked to see how her passengers were doing. The female was quiet inside her stomach, and it felt like the male was curled up inside her, his form still and relaxed. Jude felt the two humans on her back, and was amused to sense that they were asleep, still holding on to her. Ahh, these humans were a delight to be with. Though she felt like swimming further out, she knew that the humans would probably want to be back on land. Turning around, Jude swam back towards the marine park, careful not to let her friend’s fall off her back. They dozed, Liz holding onto Jude’s dorsal fin, and Nia curled up on top of her head. At last Jude pulled into the large tank, and headed straight for the stage. At this point Liz and Nia were stirring on her back, slowly waking up. Jude stopped next to the stage, and let Liz and Nia get off, their body postures showing that they were very sleepy. When they were sitting on the watery stage, Jude leapt up onto it and opened her mouth. Working with well-practiced precision, she slowly began to regurgitate the female inside her stomach. She was pushed through the throat, and out, out, out, until her head appeared in Jude’s mouth. With a giant push, the female fell out of Jude’s mouth, her shiny second skin covered with saliva. She looked very tired and worn out, but she didn’t look frightened anymore. Or scared for that mater. Time to get the male out as well. Making sure that she wasn’t rolling onto one of the humans, Jude rolled onto her side, exposing her tummy to the sky. Widening her vaginal opening, Jude detached her tube, and then began to push the male out of her, pushing him into her tube. She could feel him wiggling, as if he was protesting. But because he was wrapped in that shiny skin, he wasn’t able to stop his progress. Pushing and pushing, Jude felt him pop out her, head first. To Nia, the spectacle was quite a sight. It looked as if Jude was giving birth to a fully grown human. Which, in this case, was correctly. While Liz worked on releasing Mary from her bindings, Nia walked over to Oz, who was being pushed out of Jude’s Vagina. He slowly slid forward, until he finally fell onto the stage, covered with clear liquid, born a second time. Oz was moaning slightly as Nia began to undo the straps binding him inside the body bag. He didn’t seem hurt or damaged by his trip inside a killer whale. When the straps and the zipper was undone, Nia pulled off the bag and set it aside. Taking a large pair of scissors, she cut away the duct tape binding his body and cast the crumpled up mess away. With his limbs suddenly freed from their imprisonment, Oz stretched very slowly, uncertain of what to do next. He opened his eyes and looked around. Almost immediately, he shut them closed again. Why did everything have to be so dark after being in that wonderful place? He moaned, trying to work his eyes open again. His limbs were sore, but he had never felt so alive. Then he remembered his fiancée. “Mary?” He asked, opening his eyes and recognizing her limp form only a few feet away. He somehow managed to crawl across the water soaked stage until he reached his limp fiancée, who was now free of her bindings. He took her in his arms. “Oh honey.” He whispered. “Are you all right?” Mary opened her eyes and looked at him. There was a very large smile on her face. “Oh yes dear.” She said in a dreamy voice. “It was wonderful! I wish you could have been there!” Oz was surprised at this statement. “Uh…what happened?” “Well, I was terrified at first, being swallowed and all. But when I was halfway in, I suddenly felt calm, as if I knew that everything was going to be all right. It was as if…as if the killer whale had told me so. But it was incredible in there! So moist, soft, and cushy.” She looked directly into Oz’s eyes, and a twinkle crossed her face. “It was, so very…” She ran a hand over Oz’s groin. “…Hot.” Any fatigue or weariness Oz had suddenly left him. His eyes lit up as a thought came into his head. He turned to Nia. “Uhm, I know this is going to sound strange but…do you think we can…uh…go back inside the orca?” Nia was a bit baffled. “Why?” Then her eyes looked over the couple’s wetsuits, and she noticed something. The suits had zippers over the crotches. It was Nia’s turn for her eyes to go wide. She smiled. “Let me go find out.” She walked over to Jude, who was now back on her belly. After conversing with her, Nia came back. “Jude says sure.” Giggling like naughty children, the couple quickly got up and walked over to the orca, who had gotten back on her side. Her vagina was wide open, warm, and inviting. Mary went in first, giving a huge, inviting smile to her fiancée as he pulled herself into Jude’s vagina. Muscles gripped and pulled her in, and within thirty seconds her twitching feet were sucked into the dark hole. Grinning madly, Oz followed right behind her, happily crawling back into Jude’s dark hole, happily allowing the muscles to take hold and pull him into her wonderful warmth. When his feet were sucked in, the hole closed tightly, sealing the couple inside Jude. Rolling, Jude flopped back onto her belly, giving a large sigh as the couple continued on to her womb. Nia walked up to her large friend, placing her hand on the orca’s head, and began stroking her gently and tenderly. “So.” She said, smiling. “Are they happy?” “Yes.” Jude said. Her large eyes went wide briefly, as there was a sudden rush of movement inside her. “Very happy.” “That’s good.” Nia said, stroking Jude’s head, rubbing her wonderful skin. She sighed. Nia loved being with this orca so much. She was a wonderful being. “And I like being with you too.” Nia laughed as she embraced Jude’s head. Looking to the horizon, Nia saw the sun’s rays beginning to rise on the horizon. She yawned. It had been a very long day, and a very long night. Jude too, yawned. The orca was tired. “You sleepy?” Nia asked, as she tried to stop yawning. “Yes. Sleep sounds very good right now.” Nia chuckled. “Well, good thing it’s the weekend. No shows, no tricks. So if you want to go out to the ocean for a while, I’m sure you can.” “Why not come with me?” Jude asked. “You could get some rest too.” Nia smiled. “That sounds good…*yawn*…very good.” As Jude happily opened her mouth, and as Nia cheerfully started to crawl in, a thought came to her. “How’s the couple doing?” “They just finished.” Jude said. “And they are sleeping right now. They’ll sleep for quite a while.” Smiling, Nia happily crawled into Jude’s mouth, letting the orca swallow her. It was so relaxing, going into this orca. So soft, warm and squishy. As she was swallowed, and as she went deep into Jude’s stomach, Nia yawned, and let sleep come to her. With Nia now inside of her, Jude sensed that it was a good time to head out to sea and sleep. She swam out of the tank, through the gate, and into the open ocean, as the sun rose, spreading its warm rays upon the ocean. ...

(story continues from Mummified and Eaten: Orca Snack) *The follow up Orca snack (which should be read before this one).*Thanks to Tiedash for proofreading the story, and thanks to Gromet for suggesting the latex bags. The water was dark, concealing the orca who moved silently within. Its senses were on high alert. There was food out here somewhere. With her highly developed senses, the orca would find its meal. There. Tilting and looking upwards, the killer whale spotted its prey. It was above the water, about ten feet above the liquid surface. This would be tricky. Though it had a good lock on the prey, the orca would need to time this just right. A single mess-up and the creature would be hungry for another day. With a powerful stroke from its tail, the orca went down in the water. Turning, it spun until it was facing its prey. It was one of those humans. It was dangling face down towards the water, held upside down by a piece of rope tied around the ankles. What was very odd was that over its dark and slick second skin, it was wrapped head to toe in silver material. No matter. All that mattered was getting to it. With powerful strokes, the orca began to move through the water. Slowly at first. Then faster. And faster. Soon the orca was going so fast that the water around it shimmered with energy. With a final push, the orca shot out of the water. Its mouth opened impossibly wide, exposing a dark maw filled with teeth. The human dangling above the water never had a chance. The orca was going so fast that she didn’t even slow down as her mouth engulfed the human, her momentum shooting her up and up, her mouth taking in the delicious meal. Finally, the orca reached the peak of its flight upwards. The human’s ankles were inside her mouth. With a quick bite, the rope snapped. With the prey now held inside its mouth, the orca fell back into the water with an enormous splash. Satisfied, the creature swallowed this morsel whole and alive, taking it deep inside her belly, feeling it slide through her throat. She swam down and paused, feeling its still living meal enter the stomach. At that moment, a sound came to her ears. It was the sound of clapping. “There you go ladies and gentlemen!” The announcer said. “Another performance of the woman eating orca! This marks the three hundredth time Nia has been swallowed. Let’s give her, and Jude, a big round of applause!” Upon hearing the thunderous sound of applause, Jude quickly went into her well-practiced routine. She shot up from the bottom of her tank and easily slid onto the stage, her mouth open and her tail curled to the sky. The humans were going wild. Apparently, they loved what she did, which was fine with her. These humans were so easy to please. When they were happy, they were very nice to her. And to top it off, she got free food, and plenty of companionship. So it was a mutual relationship all around, though Jude suspected that she got the better end of the deal. Oh wait, there was the little hand movement. They wanted her to cough up her human friend. Moving her stomach and neck muscles, the giant orca felt around and took hold of her human friend. Getting a secure grip on her, Jude pulled her back out of the stomach and up towards the mouth. Breathing slowly, but steadily, Jude pushed her human friend out of her mouth, pushing her out and out and out until she plopped onto the water covered stage. She lay still, still breathing, but very tired. Maybe a gentle nudge would get her to move. Jude slid forward and gently bumped her human friend. She rolled slightly, moaned a little. Then the other humans were there, tearing away the silver stuff that was wrapped around her body. When she was freed, the human Nia slowly got to her feet. That was good. A sign that she was okay. There was more thunderous applause from the audience. Nia turned and waved weakly, her fatigue clearly showing. This concerned Jude. Her human friend was weak and needed rest. And she still had one more swallowing to go through today. Maybe rubbing her would make her feel better. Jude began to squeak, catching Nia’s attention. She smiled and slowly walked over to her large friend. Placing her hand on Jude’s huge mouth, she slowly stroked the rubbery skin. Jude’s eyes closed slightly as the pleasure of touch began to come over her. For being such weak and frail creatures, humans were good and showing affection through touch and care. Jude’s relaxed body gave a deep sigh as she sank another inch or so onto the stage, luxuriating in her caretakers rubbing. The rubbing continued as the audience slowly filed out. To both orca and human, it was a special, tender moment, as it always was. “You haven’t known satisfaction.” Nia mused. “Until you’ve heard an orca purr.” Kneeling down, Nia wrapped her arms around Jude’s mouth and squeezed tightly, giving the orca the biggest and tightest hug she could manage. Jude appreciated the effort. It always touched the orca when her caretaker did this. And it would be a pleasure giving her a fully body hug when she was swallowed later. This trust and affection was crucial to the two. Without it, neither would have even considered doing this show. When the hug was over, Nia sat down next to her orca. “You know.” She said, stroking the area near Jude’s eye. “You were quite good this time. Your timing on the jump and the bite was perfect.” “And you were very good at keeping still.” Jude replied. “It takes a lot of courage to do that.” Nia laughed. At times, she was certain that she could tell what Jude was thinking, just by looking at her eyes. They were so expressive, those eyes. So full of intelligence and compassion. “Well, I’m sure we’ll get another chance to see how good both of us are at this evening’s show.” “Yes, I’m sure we will.” Nia chuckled. “Here, why don’t I get you some food that you can actually eat. Does tuna sound good?” “Oh yes, please! I love that stuff!” Laughing, Nia went over and grabbed the bucket of tuna at the edge of the stage. Unknown to both orca and human, they were being watched very closely. The binoculars peeked through the bushes, enabling the user to focus his eyes on trainer Nia. “Ah ha…” Professor Jarlson said. “Yes, very good.” He adjusted the focus lens, and homed in on his target. That trainer had such a cute bottom. Covered in that skin tight, soaking wet, wetsuit. So round, so curved, so… “Oz!” “Yes dear?” Oz spun and looked at his research assistant (and fiancée) Mary. “Tell me again, why are we coming here?” Oz smiled. “Honey, I’m convinced that trainer Nia has somehow managed to communicate with her orca! Could you imagine what that means if it’s true? That we could be on a breakthrough in human and animal communication!” Mary nodded, but went on. “Well, why couldn’t you do your studies back home in Wales ?” “Because they don’t have enough resources, and I…Oh, look!” Oz Jarlson eagerly peered through his binoculars. “There, you see! The trainer is talking to the orca near one of the eyes! I knew it!” Mary shook her head. “Oz,” She joked. “Sometimes I worry about you.” Oz returned the smile. “We’re going in.” He said. “Tonight! We’re going to talk to the orca!” The smile left Mary’s face. “We’re doing what now?” ** As Jude swallowed her food, Nia went back into the small prep room off stage. A quick shower came, removing the gunk and stomach juices. Nia allowed herself a moment to just sit down and relax, letting the warm water drip and roll off her wetsuit. Relaxing in its warm embrace, she closed her eyes. Oh, this felt sooo gggoooddd…. She slowly lay down on the shower floor, peppered with small droplets of water that came from the show above her. Fatigue, weariness and the warmth of her slick and wet suit all dragged Nia into a gentle sleep. ** “Nia! Nia, wake up sillyhead!” Nia’s eyes opened. “Wh…what?” “Come on, you’ll miss the last show of the day!” Nia closed her eyes and groaned. “There’s one last show to do?” “I’m afraid so. But after that you can sleep. How’s that sound?” Sighing, Nia slowly stood up. “That sounds wonderful Liz.” Jude was already going through her tricks and stunts as Nia walked out on stage. “And here she comes ladies and gentlemen!” The announcer said, well practiced at using the phrase. “Our very own Nia!” Nia looked and waved. She chuckled as she recognized several people in the audience. Less then two months after this whole stunt had started, and she already had her own fan club. As the tape began to wind it’s way up and around her wetsuited body, Nia realized that she never got tired of being wrapped up for her stunts. This latest one was very interesting. Standard full body wrap in duct tape over the suit, but being dangled upside down over the water was an interesting touch. After the wrapping was completed, Nia was carried off the stage, up a ladder and onto a platform. There, she was laid down on the platform while Liz and the other assistant tied the rope around her wrapped ankles. Nia shuddered as she felt the rope gently dig into her ankles nice and tight. There was something about having your ankles tied together and being dangled… …which was where she was a minute later, dangling upside down fifteen feet above the water, waiting for Jude to come shooting out of the water and embrace her in her warm and sticky mouth. Ahh, there she was, at the bottom of the tank, getting ready to accelerate to maximum speed. She could rest for a few moments before the jump. She went completely limp, letting her bound and wrapped arms relax behind her back. Going completely limp, dangling like an ornament…so very relaxing. Splash Nia opened her eyes to see a huge maw coming straight at her, the dark throat welcoming her inside. She managed a smile. “Here we go.” GULP. ** The lights at the park were always dim at night. Though there was security present, the lights were kept dim enough so that the animals could sleep in the darkness. The darkness was the perfect cover for Oz and his fiancée as they snuck their way into the park, dressed like thieves in the night. Their outfits were a little out of the ordinary. Like some silly spy movie, both were dressed in skin-tight black wetsuits. “Tell me again…” Mary asked as she snuck through the bushes. “…Why are we wearing wetsuits?” “It’s because they offer camouflage in the dark. And we might be in cold water.” “Oh really? Then why did you select my suit to be the one that has these two blue stripes on it?” Oz looked back at her, his eyes growing and a smile coming onto his face. “Maybe it’s because you look so damn hot and sexy in it.” Mary rolled her eyes. “You know,” Mary said, smiling. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re still sane.” Oz only grinned as he continued onwards. There. The orca Jude’s pen was dead ahead. And there were no guards in sight. This would be easy. It was a simple manner to sneak into the pens. Jude however, wasn’t in the pens. A quick glance at the gigantic tank also showed that Jude wasn’t in her tank. A startled Oz tried to figure out where a forty foot long, multi-ton whale could hide. Then he realized what was going on, and he groaned at his own stupidity. The orca’s pen was right next to the ocean, and there was a very large gate between the two. At the moment it was open, which meant that the killer whale was out swimming in the ocean. This feature had been installed in response to animal-rights activists who claimed that the killer whale was being kept against her will. Now she could come and go whenever she wanted to. Silently indicating to his fiancée to stay and look out for guards, Oz slowly walked forward onto the stage. He shivered with excitement. This was where it happened. This was where the trainer spoke with the orca. A chuckle emerged from the man. “So, the professors back at the university think I’m mad do they? I’ll show them!” He grinned devilishly. “I’ll show them all!” His neoprene booties splashing, he walked over to the edge of the stage and splashed his hand in the water. For several minutes, nothing happened. Then a shape appeared under the water, emerging from the gate that lead to the ocean. Like a very well oiled and used machine, the orca Jude abruptly appeared and shot out of the water, landing on the stage. Oz was taken back by the whale’s size. She was…big. Very big. Easily the biggest orca he’d ever seen, in terms of length, weight and overall size. Jude looked at the human in front of her. Hmm…she couldn’t recall seeing this one before. Maybe he was a new friend to play with. She turned her head slightly and looked him over. He didn’t look or feel threatening, mostly curious. Oz slowly walked forward, unsure how to try out his idea of if this whale could understand a human language. Best to start off with the basics. He looked at the orca directly in the eye. “Do you understand me?” No, no, too generic. He needed something more focused. “If you can understand me, raise your tail.” Amazingly, the orca did just that. “Okay.” Jude’s expression told Oz. “What do you want me to do next?” Oz responded by falling on his butt, his suit rapidly getting soaked with water. She had done what he had asked! He couldn’t believe it! He had to try more commands. “Uhm…lie on your side.” Jude tilted onto her side and stuck her right flipper up and waved it. Oz was almost ecstatic with joy. It was true! This orca could understand him! Now for the classic word that had been used in all the shows. “Open your mouth.” Jude opened her mouth to as wide as it went, exposing the dark, deep and damp cavern inside it. In awe, Oz went forward and carefully peered inside Jude’s mouth. He could see the folds of skin that covered the opening of the throat, but the throat itself was very large. Wide enough to accommodate a human, as had been demonstrated in the show. Oz couldn’t resist. He stuck his arms in, and began to gently scratch Jude’s tongue. Jude’s eyes closed slightly, indicating pleasure. “Mary!” Oz said quietly. “Come here! You’ve got to see this!” No reply. “Mary? Come on, you’ll love this!” No reply. “Mary, what’s wrong?” Before Oz could turn, his hands were grabbed. Giving a little shriek, Oz looked inside Jude’s mouth. Two hands were holding his, with a grip stronger then he imagined. “What the…” With a small grunt, Nia pulled herself forward out of Jude’s throat, just enough so that her arms and head were sticking out. She yawned. “Well, hello there. What do you think you’re doing here in the park after hours?” “Don’t worry Nia.” A female voice said behind Oz. “We’ll take care of it. You there, hands in the air!” Nia released Oz’s arms. Oz briefly considered running for it, but he heard the sound of a gun chamber being slid into place. Groaning, Oz raised his arms above his head. “Good. Now don’t make any sudden movements. You’re under arrest for trespassing.” A hand brought down Oz’s right arm and put it behind his back. Oz felt the click and snap as a handcuff was locked around his wrist. The process was repeated as his left arm was bought behind his back, and locked in the handcuff too. His unseen captor forced him to kneel on the stage, where his ankles were locked in a pair of cuffs as well. ** Ten minutes later, Oz and his fiancée (who was also locked in cuffs) were kneeling on the stage in front of their captors. Nia had pulled herself out of Jude’s throat and now sat next to the orca, stroking her affectionately. “Pardon me for asking.” Oz said. “But what on earth were you doing inside that orca?” Nia smiled. “Sometimes I like to take naps inside of Jude. She doesn’t mind carrying me around while I sleep. It’s almost womb like.” “But the problem now,” Liz said. “Is what to do with these two. What were you doing here after hours?” Oz gulped. “Well, I…I was curious to see if that orca is as intelligent as she appears to be. I’m fascinated by killer whale intelligence, and your orca seemed to be a prime candidate.” Liz nodded slightly. “And?” Oz continued. “And it appears that she is intelligent. While my own commands were normal commands that are taught by you, I was unable to go into more specific details.” Liz nodded. “Well, too bad you won’t get a chance to try out any more experiments for a while. If I recall correctly, trespassing in this state is punishable by at minimum, a year in prison. So I’m sure both of you will have plenty of time to contemplate orca intelligence while sitting in your cells.” Mary cried quietly, her arms moving to wipe away the tears, but stopped by the unforgiving grip of the handcuffs. “Look,” Oz said. “I’m sure we can work something out here. We were just curious!” “You could have come and asked about meeting Jude on a one on one basis.” “In retrospect, yes. But my curiosity and impatience got the better of me.” Nia smiled. “Well, at least you’re honest.” Liz put away the gun. “Well, I suppose we’d better call the police.” Mary cried more and more, and even Oz began to cry quietly. It was a pitiful sight. “You know.” Jude said as she looked at Nia. “They didn’t do any harm. They were just curious.” Nia thought. Just as Liz was about to dial the police on the phone, she stopped her. “Wait.” She said. “I think I have an idea on how we can settle this.” Oz and Mary looked at her with a very faint glimmer of hope. “If they really want to make up for this, I know how they can. We’ve got a new idea to make it easier for Jude to swallow humans, and these two can be the first testers.” Oz and Mary frantically nodded their heads. “Yes!” Mary said. “Please, we’ll do anything you want. Anything! Just don’t call the police on us!” Nia nodded. “All right.” She got up and walked over to a locker on the far edge of the stage, opened it, and pulled out some supplies. The standard issue duct tape was there, but there were two new items. They were latex body bags. Form fitting, constructed completely of skin tight, black shiny latex. “The idea is that I’m wrapped up in tape as normal.” Nia said. “And then I get zipped up into this body bag. Very smooth, and it makes it easier for Jude to swallow me.” Oz and Mary stared. “You can’t be serious!” Oz gasped. “Well, it’s either this, or the police.” Nia said. Realizing that they had no real choice, Mary and Oz nodded their heads. “All right then.” Nia said. “Let’s get you out of those cuffs and get you wrapped up. But first…” Liz quickly took out a camera and snapped a picture of the cuffed couple. “A little insurance police to make sure you don’t run away.” Liz took out the keys to the cuffs and undid them. Oz and Mary immediately rubbed their hands together, grateful to be free of those horrible cuffs, which still looked threatening even when open. “Now then,” Nia said, holding up the tape. “Who’s first?” Mary and Oz looked at each other. “Uhh…” “How about we wrap them both at the same time?” Liz suggested. “Na.” Nia said. “Let’s wrap the guy first. He should look rather cute in the bag.” What she didn’t say is that she would enjoy watching the fear on the woman’s face, when she realized that what would happen to the guy was going to happen to her. “Okay.” Liz said. “But just to be on the safe side…” She turned to Mary and held up one of the handcuffs. Mary shook her head and backed away. “Oh no.” She said. “No, not those. I won’t run away, I promise!” Liz smiled. “I know. But this is just to be on the safe side. Besides, you look rather sexy all dressed up and handcuffed.” Mary whimpered, but otherwise did not resist as she was taken to a flagpole, and had her hands cuffed behind her back, around the pole. “There we go.” Liz said as she tightened the cuffs with a loud CLICK. “That’ll keep you secured until we’re ready for you.” Liz struggled with her steel bindings, but found that they were locked very securely. Liz walked away, leaving Mary cuffed to the pole. Quietly disappearing, she slid down and sat in the water, feeling her suit getting wet with water. “What a lousy day this has been.” She thought. Oz was standing still on the stage as the three female trainers slowly wound the thick duct tape around his body. So far only his ankles and knees were wrapped, but at the rate the trainers were going, he’d be tussled up in less then ten minutes. “This is so strange.” Nia said as she wound some tape above Oz’s knees. “What is?” Liz asked. “That I’m not the person being wrapped up in tape.” The trainers laughed. Oz gave a little chuckle. “So, do you like this?” Nia asked curiously. Oz gave a shrug. “I never imagined when I woke up this morning that I’d be in a wetsuit, getting wrapped up in duct tape in preparation of being swallowed by a creature I’ve been studying for years.” “Yea.” Liz said. “I bet you were only expecting to watch the orcas.” “Yes. That was the point…Ow! Do you have to wind it so tight?” “Yep.” Nia said as she reached his groin. “You have to be very compressed and snug so Jude can swallow you easily.” Oz gave a small groan. “How very reassuring.” “Oh don’t worry. It doesn’t hurt. Jude is very gentle when she swallows people.” “How many people has she swallowed?” “Only me, about a few hundred times.” Another gulp. At that point, the trainers reached his sides. “All right buster.” Liz said. “You need to put your arms at your sides.” “And if I don’t?” Liz gave a sly grin. “Then Jude’s teeth may do a little scraping.” Frowning and muttering, Oz complied, placing his arms at his sides. He didn’t struggle as the tape was wound around his torso and his arms, pinning both in place. From her place at the pole, Mary looked on with both dread and fascination at what was happening to her fiancée. But her attention was torn between the sight of her fiancée being wrapped up, and the tightness of the handcuffs around her wrists. Even when locked around the neoprene, they were still very tight. “Excuse me.” Mary said. “But could one of you come loosen my cuffs a little? They hurt.” “No.” Liz said. “Besides, you’ll be in them for only a few more minutes.” “But they’re tight!” “If you think those are tight, imagine being wrapped up, locked up, and sealed up inside an orca’s stomach.” Mary was quiet. Suddenly her cuffs didn’t seem so tight anymore. To Oz, his bindings were very tight. His captors were reaching his shoulders, meaning that they were going to be finished soon. If he had wanted to escape, then that chance was long past. His legs were bound together, his arms were bound to his side, and the tape wrapped around him was so tight that breathing was becoming difficult. “There we go.” Nia said as she pressed the last bit of tape down. “All wrapped up and snug. How do you feel?” Oz tried to move, could only manage a hop. His arms were completely unmovable. “Perfect!” Nia said. “Now, on to the new gear. Your nice, cozy bag!” “Great.” Oz said, his voice flat. As Nia picked up the bag, she looked over at Jude, who was still lying on the stage. She had been watching everything with great interest. “So Jude,” Nia said. “You ready to swallow someone new?” “Yes, though not in the way that you are accustomed to.” Nia was a bit confused. What did that mean? Oh well, she’d find out in a few minutes. “All right ladies.” Nia said. “Lie him down on the stage.” Oz didn’t, couldn’t resist as his captors gently lay him down on the ground, so that he was staring up at the night sky. “All right.” Nia said as she took hold of Oz’s neoprene covered feet. “Let’s get you tucked in.” Taking the latex bag, she guided Oz’s feet into the bag. To her delight, it was a perfect fit around his feet. “Ohh, this is going to be good.” She thought. “So tight and nice within this shiny, shiny bag.” “Oh, this isn’t going to be good.” Oz thought. “This is going to be too tight and too hot. Wait a minute. I’m wrapped up and being zipped into a body bag. Hmm…this might not be so bad after all.” More and more of the bag was placed up and around Oz’s bound body. The latex kissed him as it was zipped up, inch by inch. Oz managed to lift his head to watch as his legs, his waist, his arms, and his chest were slowly contained by the latex bag. Finally, the bag was completely around him. With a final VVVRRRIPPP, the zipper was finished. The bag’s collar was tightened around Oz’s neck, and several built in belts were strapped together to compress and squeeze the bag’s occupant. “Well.” Nia said as she stood up. “That should do it. How do you feel?” Oz squirmed a little within his bag, completely unable to move. “It’s very tight.” He said matter-of-factly. “I can’t move at all, it’s quite warm, and quite snug around my body.” “Perfect!” Nia said. “Then let’s feed you to Jude!” “Uhm…” Oz said. “Do we really have to do this?” Liz picked up the telephone threateningly. Realizing that he was stuck, Oz sighed. “Very well.” Liz and Nia reached down and took hold of the belts wound around the bag. Picking up the bag and it’s occupant, they slowly walked towards Jude, who was watching this morsel with great interest. “Here we go Jude.” Nia said. “Your latest meal, very slick and shiny! Just remember that you can’t digest him.” “I don’t intend to.” Nia looked down at the bound captive. “Do you want to go headfirst, or feetfirst?” “If you must insist, I will go feet first.” “Okay.” The two trainers held Oz’s body level, pointing it right towards Jude’s mouth. “Wait a minute!” Oz said. “How are we going to breathe inside that orca?” “Oh, don’t worry about it.” Nia said. “Jude can carry enough air for you to survive. And she’ll keep breathing, and keep passing air on to you.” “How very reassuring.” Oz muttered. “Okay Jude.” Nia said. “Open up!” Jude looked at them, then did something that nobody had ever seen her do. She somehow managed to turn her entire, forty foot length body so that her human friends were looking at her side. Then, with great effort, she rolled onto her right side, so that her tummy was pointing up. “Jude?” Nia asked. “What is it?” Jude squeaked. Nia heard a loud plop, and looked towards Jude’s tail. Jude’s vaginal opening was wide open, and clear juices were pouring out of her. Temporarily forgetting about Oz, Nia and Liz put him down and walked over to Jude’s opening. It was quite large, and judging by the muscles and loose skin, the opening could expand several times larger. Curious, Nia placed her arm inside Jude’s opening, feeling the wet and moist muscles within. Jude gave a squeak, and the muscles closed in on Nia’s arm. “Whoa, there Jude.” Nia said. “What are you doing?” The muscles around Nia’s arms were pulsating, grabbing at her, and strangely, trying to pull her in. Only then did Nia realize what Jude wanted. Nia chuckled. Then she started to laugh. “What?” Oz asked in his bag. “What is it?” With some effort, Nia managed to pull her arm out of Jude’s vagina. Jude squeaked sadly. “I think Jude wants some company.” Oz nodded his head. “Yes, I think we all know that.” “Inside of her.” “Well, isn’t that what she wants from you?” “But not in her stomach.” This statement puzzled Oz. He had to think about it for several minutes. Then with a grasp of horror, he realized what Nia was talking about. “You…seriously…must be joking!” Oz stammered. “You can’t…really mean that?!” Nia smiled and nodded. “Oh yes, I do mean it. I think Jude wants you inside of her.” Liz went over to drag the helpless researcher over to the giant orca, while Nia walked over to Jude’s head. “So.” She said, looking into her giant friend’s eyes. “Do you really want him to go in through there?” “Oh yes. The last time someone went in there, it was incredible. I’ve hungered for that feeling for a long time.” “Well, now you’ll get it my rubbery friend.” “Oh good! I look forward to it. He should enjoy it.” Walking over to Liz, Nia grabbed one of the belts on the body bag, and the two dragged Oz over towards Jude’s vagina. “Look, I’m sure we can work something out!” Oz stammered, wiggling in his bag. “I mean, I’m fine with her swallowing me, but this? This is a bit much!” “Oh come on.” Nia said. “Jude said you’d enjoy it.” “You…you talked to the killer whale?” Oz stammered. “Oh yes. She’s very intelligent.” “I can’t believe this is happening…” Oz muttered. They reached Jude’s tail. Jude’s vaginal opening increased in width, ready to admit an occupant. Not wanting to keep their multi-ton friend waiting, Liz and Nia lifted Oz up and stuck him in, feet first. Almost instantly, muscles gripped Oz’s legs and with surprising strength, began to pull him in. The researcher was speechless as he watched his bag being sucked into the body of a killer whale, through its vagina no less. More and more of the bag vanished into Jude’s body. Within moments, Liz and Nia were able to let go of Oz, and let Jude handle the work of sucking him in. Judging by the sounds the giant orca was making, Jude was enjoying the process immensely. Her entire body was shaking and quivering with excitement as she pulled Oz into her body, squeaks emerging from her mouth. Within a minute, Oz had been sucked up to his shoulders, the red muscle lined opening expanding further and further to accommodate him. Jude paused, resting and gathering strength. Oz was left sticking out of her, looking absolutely bewildered. Nia walked over to Oz. “So, how’s it feel to be sucked up into your new mommy?” Oz was flabbergasted. He stuttered, trying to find the right words. There was a suck, and he was pulled in five more inches. “It’s…” Another suck. Up to the neck. “Uhm…” There was a loud schlurp and another suck, and then Oz’s head was the only part of him sticking out of Jude’s body. Oz’s eyes suddenly went wide. And he found the right words to describe the situation. “It’s damn horny.” With a final, powerful suck, Oz’s head was pulled into Jude’s vagina, and the top of his head rapidly vanished into the darkness of Jude’s tube. The hole quickly contracted and closed itself, sealing up the hole where Oz had been only a moment earlier. Jude’s midsection pulsated as she took Oz into her body. Some juice dripped out and gathered near Nia’s feet. With a loud, content sigh, Jude slowly rolled back onto her belly, and relaxed. Nia walked over to Jude’s head and sat down next to her large friend. She reached over and wrapped her arms around Jude’s snout, and squeezed tightly. “Wow.” She whispered. “That was quite a sight. How’s he doing?” “Still going in.” Nia smiled. “Well, while you’re working on him, we’ll go get his friend all set to go.” “Very well. I’ll be ready for her.” Jude watched as her human friend got up and walked over to the new female, who was tied to a tall thin post of some kind. The events of this evening had been rather odd. She had never seen humans acting towards each other that way before, locking limbs behind backs, threatening each other with small shiny things, and something called the police. Oops. Jude closed her eyes and focused, pushing the man through her tube towards her womb. He was stuck, and needed a little extra force to get going. Ahh, there he goes. This was one little talent of hers that only one other human had found out, years earlier when she was in the mid Atlantic . He was a nice man, so friendly and responsive to her desires for him. However, he hadn’t tasted too good. He had been the first, and the last human she’d eaten and digested. No more humans in her diet. Ever. Besides, she couldn’t imagine digesting any of these humans who were so nice to her. All she had to do was do some tricks, and she got free food and all the companionship she wanted. And this human, the one they called Nia…she was special. She was kind, loving, and affectionate. Everything Jude could ask for in a human. Ah. With a final push, the male human in the shiny skin was deposited inside her womb. Now for the tube… As she moved her tube into position, Jude watched as her three trainers were wrapping the new female up in the shiny material. But unlike before, this new human was not smiling or relaxed. Jude was distressed to see this one with a frightened expression on her face as her body was wrapped up very tightly in the shiny material. She looked very frightened. If there was one thing Jude regretted, it was not having the ability to make the sounds the humans made. The elegant and complex sounds that made up their communication. If she could make those sounds, then maybe she could reassure this new human that it wouldn’t hurt, that she would be safe. They were putting the shiny black skin over the new human. She obviously wasn’t enjoying it at all. She was dripping water from her eyes. Why were they doing this to her? Sometimes Jude just couldn’t understand humans, why they did some of the things they did. The new human was finished. Jude’s trainers looked her over for a few seconds, then started carrying her over. Jude acted without even needing to be told, acting off months of training and practice. Her large, cavern like mouth opened, exposing her thick tongue, teeth, and huge throat. The woman was lowered until she was level with Jude’s mouth. “Don’t worry.” Nia said. “She won’t hurt you.” “Silly Nia.” Jude thought. “I won’t hurt humans. I couldn’t imagine doing such a thing.” But still, she kept her mouth opened. As the woman was moved forward, towards the gaping mouth, she began to shake and buckle within her restrictive skin, trying to worm her way out of it. Jude looked at the female human. “Don’t worry.” She tried to convey through her eyes. “I won’t hurt you. You have nothing to fear.” The female did notice Jude’s deep, caring eyes. Could she tell what was being told to her? It didn’t look like it. Nia and the other human trainer didn’t pause. Withought waiting, they pushed the female into Jude’s mouth, head first. Jude felt the female human begin to struggle frantically as her head went into Jude’s mouth. Working automatically, Jude began to swallow the female human, working her deep into her mouth, into her throat. It was difficult trying to keep her teeth from scratching the female, with all the struggling. Didn’t she know that if she only kept still, that this would go much easier? Jude had to do something. Had to give this female some kind of signal…maybe some calm thoughts would help calm her. “Don’t be afraid.” Jude thought, focusing her thoughts on the woman she was swallowing. “I will not hurt you. I will not harm you. You have nothing to fear. I will care for you, I will keep you safe and warm within me.” And suddenly, the woman stopped struggling. She stopped thrashing. Surprised that it had worked, Jude continued swallowing, gulping down this temporary meal. The human’s shiny legs were pulled in, inch by inch, until only her feet were left sticking out. They did twitch and squirm a little, but Jude focused on finishing what she had started. With a powerful suck, the female’s feet were pulled into Jude’s mouth. Closing her jaws, Jude gave a powerful swallow, and felt the female being pulled into her throat, and felt her traveling into her stomach. She had to be careful now. No digestion while this human was inside her. The female was inside the stomach, but was struggling a little bit. Jude thought for a few moments. Maybe some gentle rocking would help quiet her down, done by a nice swim. Slowly turning, Jude worked herself off the stage and plopped back into the water of her gigantic tank. With a heavy splash, she took a deep breath and went under the surface, swimming lazily in the cool water. The female was still struggling slightly, but to Jude’s relief, she was calming down a bit. The human male, on the other hand, had been completely still while inside of her, only turning occasionally. He hadn’t been a problem at all. So Jude swam slowly and calmly through the water, letting it rock her huge body. Within a few minutes, the female had calmed down completely and was still. Surfacing for a breath, Jude looked over and saw the humans Nia and Liz coming out to join her. Jude paused and let them swim over to her. The two paddled over to her and tried to climb up onto her back. Smiling to herself, Jude sank a little into the water, allowing the two to climb onto her back. When they were on, Jude decided that a night swim in the ocean might be the perfect way to finish this evening. With both her trainers holding on, Jude slowly swam out of the tank, through the gate, and into the open ocean. The moon shone down brightly on the water, making it sparkle and glisten. Jude swam slowly, with no particular destination in mind. She simply enjoyed being in her natural environment, swimming around with the humans she loved most on her back. The coast soon disappeared behind them as Jude continued onwards. Time quietly slipped passed them, and before Jude knew it, several hours had gone by. She checked to see how her passengers were doing. The female was quiet inside her stomach, and it felt like the male was curled up inside her, his form still and relaxed. Jude felt the two humans on her back, and was amused to sense that they were asleep, still holding on to her. Ahh, these humans were a delight to be with. Though she felt like swimming further out, she knew that the humans would probably want to be back on land. Turning around, Jude swam back towards the marine park, careful not to let her friend’s fall off her back. They dozed, Liz holding onto Jude’s dorsal fin, and Nia curled up on top of her head. At last Jude pulled into the large tank, and headed straight for the stage. At this point Liz and Nia were stirring on her back, slowly waking up. Jude stopped next to the stage, and let Liz and Nia get off, their body postures showing that they were very sleepy. When they were sitting on the watery stage, Jude leapt up onto it and opened her mouth. Working with well-practiced precision, she slowly began to regurgitate the female inside her stomach. She was pushed through the throat, and out, out, out, until her head appeared in Jude’s mouth. With a giant push, the female fell out of Jude’s mouth, her shiny second skin covered with saliva. She looked very tired and worn out, but she didn’t look frightened anymore. Or scared for that mater. Time to get the male out as well. Making sure that she wasn’t rolling onto one of the humans, Jude rolled onto her side, exposing her tummy to the sky. Widening her vaginal opening, Jude detached her tube, and then began to push the male out of her, pushing him into her tube. She could feel him wiggling, as if he was protesting. But because he was wrapped in that shiny skin, he wasn’t able to stop his progress. Pushing and pushing, Jude felt him pop out her, head first. To Nia, the spectacle was quite a sight. It looked as if Jude was giving birth to a fully grown human. Which, in this case, was correctly. While Liz worked on releasing Mary from her bindings, Nia walked over to Oz, who was being pushed out of Jude’s Vagina. He slowly slid forward, until he finally fell onto the stage, covered with clear liquid, born a second time. Oz was moaning slightly as Nia began to undo the straps binding him inside the body bag. He didn’t seem hurt or damaged by his trip inside a killer whale. When the straps and the zipper was undone, Nia pulled off the bag and set it aside. Taking a large pair of scissors, she cut away the duct tape binding his body and cast the crumpled up mess away. With his limbs suddenly freed from their imprisonment, Oz stretched very slowly, uncertain of what to do next. He opened his eyes and looked around. Almost immediately, he shut them closed again. Why did everything have to be so dark after being in that wonderful place? He moaned, trying to work his eyes open again. His limbs were sore, but he had never felt so alive. Then he remembered his fiancée. “Mary?” He asked, opening his eyes and recognizing her limp form only a few feet away. He somehow managed to crawl across the water soaked stage until he reached his limp fiancée, who was now free of her bindings. He took her in his arms. “Oh honey.” He whispered. “Are you all right?” Mary opened her eyes and looked at him. There was a very large smile on her face. “Oh yes dear.” She said in a dreamy voice. “It was wonderful! I wish you could have been there!” Oz was surprised at this statement. “Uh…what happened?” “Well, I was terrified at first, being swallowed and all. But when I was halfway in, I suddenly felt calm, as if I knew that everything was going to be all right. It was as if…as if the killer whale had told me so. But it was incredible in there! So moist, soft, and cushy.” She looked directly into Oz’s eyes, and a twinkle crossed her face. “It was, so very…” She ran a hand over Oz’s groin. “…Hot.” Any fatigue or weariness Oz had suddenly left him. His eyes lit up as a thought came into his head. He turned to Nia. “Uhm, I know this is going to sound strange but…do you think we can…uh…go back inside the orca?” Nia was a bit baffled. “Why?” Then her eyes looked over the couple’s wetsuits, and she noticed something. The suits had zippers over the crotches. It was Nia’s turn for her eyes to go wide. She smiled. “Let me go find out.” She walked over to Jude, who was now back on her belly. After conversing with her, Nia came back. “Jude says sure.” Giggling like naughty children, the couple quickly got up and walked over to the orca, who had gotten back on her side. Her vagina was wide open, warm, and inviting. Mary went in first, giving a huge, inviting smile to her fiancée as he pulled herself into Jude’s vagina. Muscles gripped and pulled her in, and within thirty seconds her twitching feet were sucked into the dark hole. Grinning madly, Oz followed right behind her, happily crawling back into Jude’s dark hole, happily allowing the muscles to take hold and pull him into her wonderful warmth. When his feet were sucked in, the hole closed tightly, sealing the couple inside Jude. Rolling, Jude flopped back onto her belly, giving a large sigh as the couple continued on to her womb. Nia walked up to her large friend, placing her hand on the orca’s head, and began stroking her gently and tenderly. “So.” She said, smiling. “Are they happy?” “Yes.” Jude said. Her large eyes went wide briefly, as there was a sudden rush of movement inside her. “Very happy.” “That’s good.” Nia said, stroking Jude’s head, rubbing her wonderful skin. She sighed. Nia loved being with this orca so much. She was a wonderful being. “And I like being with you too.” Nia laughed as she embraced Jude’s head. Looking to the horizon, Nia saw the sun’s rays beginning to rise on the horizon. She yawned. It had been a very long day, and a very long night. Jude too, yawned. The orca was tired. “You sleepy?” Nia asked, as she tried to stop yawning. “Yes. Sleep sounds very good right now.” Nia chuckled. “Well, good thing it’s the weekend. No shows, no tricks. So if you want to go out to the ocean for a while, I’m sure you can.” “Why not come with me?” Jude asked. “You could get some rest too.” Nia smiled. “That sounds good…*yawn*…very good.” As Jude happily opened her mouth, and as Nia cheerfully started to crawl in, a thought came to her. “How’s the couple doing?” “They just finished.” Jude said. “And they are sleeping right now. They’ll sleep for quite a while.” Smiling, Nia happily crawled into Jude’s mouth, letting the orca swallow her. It was so relaxing, going into this orca. So soft, warm and squishy. As she was swallowed, and as she went deep into Jude’s stomach, Nia yawned, and let sleep come to her. With Nia now inside of her, Jude sensed that it was a good time to head out to sea and sleep. She swam out of the tank, through the gate, and into the open ocean, as the sun rose, spreading its warm rays upon the ocean. ...

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