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“So I’ve finally caught you, street rat.”

The captain of the guard pranced around Aladdin, a smirk adorning the guard’s face. The orphan was struggling in his bonds, trying to escape, but the ropes held tight. It was just the two of them in the interrogation room—and there was no chance of rescue.

Still, the orphan gave the captain a cocky look. “So, you caught me,” he said. “What happens next? Did you guys even think of that?”

The guard laughed. “Oh, I certainly did, /boy/,” he said, grinning. “I know nobody’s going to miss you, trust me. So I have the perfect way to get rid of a street rat.”

“Oh yeah?” Aladdin was doing his best to put up a brave front, but the captain could hear the fear in his voice. “And what’s that?”

At that moment, the guard’s stomach let out a loud growl. Despite the situation, the street rat laughed. “Skipped your lunch?” he teased.

The captain chuckled. “Indeed,” he said, licking his lips. “Because I have my lunch right here.”

“Right here?”

The captain opened his mouth and dove toward Aladdin. Too late the street rat realized: /he/ was the lunch.

The guard’s maw latched around the street rat’s head, and he wasted no time licking him up, tasting his prey. “Mmmm!” he moaned, loving the taste of the criminal. Aladdin tried to push his head out, but the captain kept his jaw closed around the meal. Then, he swallowed.

Aladdin was having an unpleasant time in the musky, wet mouth, hating the way the tongue was lapping him up. But then, he was suddenly shoved into a damp, cramped throat, which closed around his head and squeezed him tight.  He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t even open his mouth in here! Frantically the orphan tried to pull his head out again, pushing his arms against the captain.

The captain laughed as Aladdin shoved against his chest. It was a cute escape attempt, sure—in fact, it was one the guard had seen many times before. So he was able to take it by now. All it did was motivate him to swallow faster—getting his meal down quicker would mean less struggling, after all.

So Aladdin found himself shoved down harder, forced further into the tight, disgusting throat. First his chest was savored and swallowed, then his stomach, then his hips. Right as the guard swallowed his thighs, the orphan felt himself passing a barrier—and suddenly, he was pushed into an open space. For a moment he breathed a sigh of relief—he could move his head again! But then a loud growl alerted him of where he was.

“Let me out!” Aladdin screamed from the stomach. He writhed and struggled, kicking with his feet in a desperate attempt to escape his predator.

The captain laughed, and took in the meaty thighs, gulping them down. “Sorry meal,” he said smoothly, licking up the street rat’s legs. “There’s no getting out of this.”

Refusing to believe that, Aladdin continued to struggle and kick, even as he felt his head and upper body hit the bottom of the burbling stomach. But the guard was unaffected by his fight to escape. And when the final swallow sealed him in the belly, the orphan started losing all hope.

His legs joined him in the stomach, and he curled up inside the grumbling gut. All the fight was drained out of him—Aladdin knew it was the end.

The captain laughed, and smacked his stomach. “What, no belly massages? I’m disappointed.” He chuckled some more, then left the interrogation room, throwing open the door and whistling down the hallway.

He couldn’t wait to see what tasty criminal he’d find next. . .