Sara Swallows Three Wishes chapter 29 by Anderson and novar

"Hello? Vibrating Joe?"

Feeling no response from you still, Sara starts to feel a tinge of disappointment bring her down from her combined weed-and-orgasm glowing high. "Damn, I guess you needed air..."

She feels a tinge of sadness and regret as she sighs heavily, and pulls the already-broken man toy out of herself. Looking at your slime-covered body, dangling limp from her fingers, she wishes she'd been more careful with her new one-of-a-kind plaything.

But then, through the marijuana haze, she admits to herself that maybe it couldn't be helped. If that was all it took anyway, she was bound to get carried away soon enough. Oh, well. It was a good idea, but apparently all you were good for shrunken was...

...

Of course, you aren't actually dead. Jasmine had made sure of that. But you have been unconscious ever since accidentally inhaling at the wrong time in the middle of Sara's orgasm. Little could you know, that you wouldn't be this way for long.

First, a sudden crushing squeeze around your abdomen forces a mix of water and various secretions from your lungs. And then-

GULP

-a sudden falling sensation brings you crashing awake with a start. You're being squeezed headlong through a tight, slick, muscly chute. It comes flooding back to you: Right! You were being used as Sara's vibrator, and- wait, why are you still moving forward?

You realize what's happening just before you're dumped into the foul pit of your owner's stomach. 

"What!?" You scream, scrambling to get upright though the walls keep shifting and bouncing all around you.

"WHAT!? DID YOU JUST MOVE AROUND IN MY THROAT!?" Sara's gasp of surprise booms around you, feeling like it would shatter your eardrums if they weren't indestructible. "SHIT, I THOUGHT YOU'D SUFFOCATED!"

Sitting bolt upright on the bed, Sara looks down at her flat tummy in shock. She'd just felt you start moving around on your way down her gullet, she's sure of it. But she'd been sure you weren't breathing when she made the call to swallow you. And yet, even now she thinks she can just barely feel little hands pounding against her tummy. 

She feels a sudden flare of anger. "Hey, toy. Were you just playing dead to get out of doing your job?" She frowns, struggling to think, suddenly doubtful. Thinking back, she remembers not feeling any pulse, before swallowing, either.

"Or... are you some kind of zombie... faerie... thing, that doesn't need to?"

Sara sits back, thinking hard. "Huhhh... I think..." she works out slowly, with difficulty. "...either you were holding your breath and faking being dead, or you really couldn't breathe but you got better. I guess either way, it's fine for now."

She turns off the bedside lamp and rolls over, snuggling into the covers. "Either you need to breathe and disobeyed me, or you don't need to breathe and you'll be fine if you try to get a move on." She decides.

"Either way, I'll deal with it tomorrow." She yawns, deciding to get one more quick masturbation round in with her fingers before going still. Passing life-or-death judgement on her little boy-toy on a whim like that had made her kind of horny.

...

You're left miserable and lightheaded, both from the humid fumes in Sara's belly and from being shell-shocked how quickly this has all gone downhill.

From having a normal life to a sultan's palace to here. Trapped deeper than you'd ever thought was possible, quite literally at the point of no return, inside the ruthlessly demanding woman who's been allowed to claim you as her sex toy.

"He's yours. You treat him at your discretion. I won't ever question you."

You remember what Debbie'd said when she dropped you off, and shudder. You can't help but think she suspected something like this could happen. You don't think she's ever going to check in on you.

Thanks to Jasmine's interference, you're going to survive Sara's digestive tract intact. She already seems to suspect that could happen, so you'll hopefully be recovered then and not flushed with the rest of her refuse.

Since that means going through another day with Sara, only this time with her knowing more about how resilient you are, you might as well just suffer in silence and wait for it to happen. At least you're high as fuck, so you don't have to think too hard about it.

But, wait! She doesn't know you'll survive yet! You jump with realization.

If you think of Sara's gut like an escalator, and you're in a hurry, you can speed up going through it right? If you can get all the way to the end while she's still asleep, you might be able to escape in a way she doesn't even know you're still alive! You feel your way to the exit chute - still tight, damn. But then, you are still semi-slippery from the waist up.

Fuck it?

With the motivation that comes from having a single ray of hope, however slim, you force your sore, tired body out of your captress's squirming stomach and through to the incredibly tight elastic tube beyond, where you start to crawl...

...but are you fast enough to make it to the end while she's asleep?