"I regret it, Mistress!" You plead earnestly, forehead to the floor. "I understand! I get it now! I never stood a chance!" You look up tentatively, adding: "And every part of me exists to serve you from now on!"

Sara smirks down triumphantly, and gives a theatrical yawn to taunt you while you quiver. "Oh, i-"

Having gotten carried away in her own bit, Sara's taken by surprise mid-yawn as Pixie suddenly spins to her feet and leaps toward you. In two lightning bounds, just as Sara begins to cry out and before you even have time to, the monster's jaws slam shut around your waist, piercing you with excruciating agony and forcing you to scream into its dark throat.

You hear Sara shouting for the cat to come back, but can't pay much attention to the words as she runs away, fangs stabbing into you with every leap, flying up and down at absurd speeds. She stops to shake her head viciously side to side on occasion, trying to rip her catch into smaller, more convenient morsels, and only growing more agitated every time she fails.

With a final pair of gut-churning jumps, Pixie quickly scales the kitchen furniture to perch upon the counter, growling. As Sara stumbles to her feet behind, not yet even having made it to the hallway, the cat arches her neck up and-

She wouldn't! You realize what is happening with horror, as her rough tongue pulls you forward. Your head forces its way into her throat, already tight. You struggle uselessly, only achieving more agonizing bites in response until you stop.

"SA- MISTRESS, HELLLLP!" You scream, which doesn't seem to bother your devourer as you're swallowed in up to your shoulders. This can't be happening! I'm way too big! "MISTRESS THIS STUPID FUCKING CAT IS GONNA CHOKE ON ME HELLLP! I DON'T WANT TO BE STUCK IN HERE! PLEEEAAAASE!" Your shoulders are in, now, and another lurch pulls your upper arms in as well.

At this point, you're beyond sure that your screams aren't making it outside the cat anyway, and your ribs are squeezed too tight to draw breath for them anyway. But she's obviously struggling with your elbows. You feel a surge of hope as you hear Sara's booming voice almost upon you. Yes! Just hold out here, and-!

The next gulp pulls you up to your abdomen into the crushing gullet. You feel shaking as Sara grasps the cat, but all you can do is wheeze pitifully as three more quick gulps pull your hips, thighs, and then all at once the rest of you into the tight, fishy darkness.

Gulp, gulp. Pixie's not eager to choke on you, either, and ignores her master's shaking and searching to focus on that for a moment. By the time Sara thinks to try an improvised Heimlich maneuver, you're already too far past the cat's windpipe to be saved. Instead, all that happens is that an extremely offended Pixie leaps away and skulks atop the cupboards, incensed at this outrageous treatment, and you're roughly deposited into her foul, churning belly in the process.

Inside the cat's stomach, you find a prison horrible enough to even make you miss being stuck in Sara's cunt. You're half sprawled and half curled, and if you push hard, you can almost make enough room to get on knees and elbows. You can't turn back to front, and you have to stay facing a certain way so that splashing gastric juices don't cut off your breathing. Even then, you're constantly compressed and jostled around, as the stomach muscles knead you.

You try wiggling back up the windpipe and are easily forced back. You even consider the other direction, but it's clear you really are too big for that one. The only silver lining is that having you crammed in there so tightly seems to satisfy the greedy monster. The thunderous purring from within rattles you like a jackhammer, but after about an hour she's calmed down enough to hop down from the cupboards and come to Sara - giving you motion sickness in the process.

"Hey, toy boy! Are you alive in there? Shout as loudly as you can if you're alive somehow!" Sara's voice is muffled, and she's taking care not to shout, but it's clear she's close and talking urgently. You almost can't believe it! "She's not my cat, I can't just cut her open if you're dead already anyway!"

You can't believe your luck. Immediately you, open your mouth to shout at her to get you out-

-and then you realize you'd just end up back in Sara's clutches.

But through the swirl of emotions in your stressed out brain, it strikes you that you may not be stuck here forever. Having an indigestible mass stuck in her stomach for a while should start giving the cat discomfort after a day or two, and whoever owns her would be bound to have her checked out. Until that happened, you would be in hell, but in the end this nightmare life with Sara would be over and you'd finally be found by someone normal.

...probably.

But is the risk worth it?