New Prague Sewage Line

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G217 travels throughout the branching network of tunnels, his bobbling stomach swaying under him as he tried to determine which way lead to the surface... his senses clogged by the overpowering stench that it made it somewhat difficult to figure a way out.

Inside, Donna's jiggling flesh would realize her clothing was beginning to sizzle and become tattered as the acids ate at her outfit! Her skin becoming red and tingly, like a terrible sunburn that was steadily becoming itchy and uncomfortably painful!

Trapped inside her undulating prison she found herself more and more tossed in the hot frothy liquids. At first she thought the heat was the creature's body, but it didn't take her long to realize it was the chemical reaction of digestive acids on flesh. She had been eaten alive, and now it was going to digest her alive! She struggled pounding against the rubbery stomach walls which just seemed to press in harder against her, massaging her, working the digestive gloop all over her. Her entire body seemed to tingle! This was it, she was doomed, the more she struggled the more enzymes the stomach produced. She was running out of air to breath! And the air there was stank and was rancid, the scent of her own demise as her clothes melted and her skin began to break down.


She struggled on until she was thrust under the digestive gloop one too many times and the fight left her. She was at the mercy of the beast's stomach and it showed her none, sloughing flesh from bone, breaking down sinews and tendons. The digestive enzymes broke down many of her larger bones, the stomach calcifying them turning them to powder. Soon the once beautiful woman was reduced to a digested mass of nutrients and pushed into the creature's intestines to be absorbed.

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:Trapped inside her undulating prison she found herself more and more tossed in the hot frothy liquids. At first she thought the heat was the creature's body, but it didn't take her long to realize it was the chemical reaction of digestive acids on flesh. She had been eaten alive, and now it was going to digest her alive! She struggled pounding against the rubbery stomach walls which just seemed to press in harder against her, massaging her, working the digestive gloop all over her. Her entire body seemed to tingle! This was it, she was doomed, the more she struggled the more enzymes the stomach produced. She was running out of air to breath! And the air there was stank and was rancid, the scent of her own demise as her clothes melted and her skin began to break down.


She struggled on until she was thrust under the digestive gloop one too many times and the fight left her. She was at the mercy of the beast's stomach and it showed her none, sloughing flesh from bone, breaking down sinews and tendons. The digestive enzymes broke down many of her larger bones, the stomach calcifying them turning them to powder. Soon the once beautiful woman was reduced to a digested mass of nutrients and pushed into the creature's intestines to be absorbed.

The monster's stomach bulges and rolls rapidly, her pained moans almost erotic as they barely pierce his flesh and belly scales! Then, the bulged went still... and after a few minutes, recedes...

G217's hot meal digested away to a nutritious soup that he absorbed, while the remains that didn't get digested got hurried along through his intestines...

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It had been a while since he been prodding along in these sewers, coming to a small power station of sorts when he finally stopped. The creature didn't want to get lost, so ingeniously he used his own body's natural process to aid him, besides... He felt a pressure on his lower abdomen, and it was time for G217 to release his fares from his bowls. Hunkering on his hind quarters, the creature's pert anus expanded and out lulled a steaming pile that splashed down on the concrete pathway he was hunched over. The mess built up with remains of his previous victims, though most of the skeletons had been eaten away... save his recent meal. She didn't fully digest as well bone structure wise. Her pretty face reduced to a skull that had clumps of brown hair still attached, bits of her skirt jutting out as well as the single heel that didn't escape his gluttony jutted from the pile-acting as the harrowing and disgusting cherry on top of the pile! Donna's jaw widely agape in a silent scream of what looked liked pure agony and terror; her empty sockets glared up at the ceiling.

Sighing with relief, the beast stood up again on all fours and began to crawl towards the north; he thought he could smell another human somewhere in the darkness ahead...

September 24th, 1998...
Time: Unknown/Irrelevant

With her hard hat and helmet light strapped to her head, Madeline 'Maddy' Connors was heading down the similar stretch of tunnel beneath the district of New Prague. She was scanning the walls with her headlamp to get her bearings, as public works had called in Knights Construction Company, the contractors she worked for earlier the night before to fix a main somewhere around Jack Street. "Sheesh, this is a pain..." groaned the twenty-four year old, whose vibrant orange uniform barely glowed in the soft lighting randomly dispersed throughout the sewer. She probably had been down there for maybe three hours as she had to take the long way to Jack Street due to the game backing up traffic and some riot that had occurred earlier in the day.

There had been a lot of rumbling as well, Mads mentally commented. Better not be my friend, Mr. Gator wandering about. I'm not too anxious to finally use this .44 Magnum in my tool kit, but dammit buddy, if you show up...!

Maddy had seen large, reptilian eyes for the last four or five months working in these sewers. No one believed her! Sure, every damn city supposedly has a gator living in the sewer- its an urban legend...save Florida. You see too much shit in Florida be actually true, in spite of its absurdity. Fuck Florida.

She raised her radio from her hip and scanned the walls with her maglight now, in conjunction with her headlamp helmet. "Yo, Martinez, you reading me?" She called out. Sometimes the radios got fuzzy underground, especially near the Umbrella places. Goddamn company was paranoid- they had their own security for their sewers! Who puts up private gates in the sewer? It shouldn't be allowed, but the mayor lets it happen. Still, the company gave them some tricked out wrist bands with like some, card reading chip. The tech these guys had was amazing, she didn't have to swipe shit or anything, simply had to walk up to it and the door 'sensed' she was there! Amazing!

"Yo, Marty, you alive pendejo?" she asked through the radio again, only receiving static.