Kidnapped, Musked, & Eaten 2

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Audie blinked and opened his eyes.  It was dark. . . Where was he?  The last thing he remembered was walking home, and—
“Ooo, looks like you’re awake, little morsel.  Splendid.”
A light flicked on, flooding Audie’s senses and making the raccoon’s eyes adjust to his new surroundings.  He was in some sort of basement area, it seemed, with a staircase tucked away a few meters in front of him.  The place was dark and cold, and the walls seemed to be made of metal.
Standing in front of Audie was a large alligator, a few feet taller than Audie—the guy had to be at least nine feet tall!  On top of that, he was wearing a tank top and shorts, and was clearly very sweaty—Audie could smell the musk from where he was sitting.  The gator smiled down at the raccoon and said, with a smirk, “Morning, sleepyhead.  Hope you had a good rest, because we’re going to have some fun today.”
That’s when Audie consciously realized two things: (1) he was sitting down in a wooden chair, and (2) he was tied up in said chair, his arms, legs, and chest bound up and unable to really move.  “Who are you?” the raccoon asked.
“Francis,” the gator replied.  Francis smirked.  “And I already know that you’re Audie.  Glad we got the introductions out of the way.”
“What did you do to me?!” the raccoon demanded to know.  He tried to sound fierce, but his words came out as more of a whimper.
The alligator shrugged.  “Oh, I just snatched you up so I could have some fun is all.”  He laughed.  “What, do you have something to say about it?”
“Let me go!” Audie ordered.
“Not a chance,” Francis immediately replied.  “I like to /keep/ my toys around, thank you very much.  No fun to get a toy and not play with them.  Now.  You are my little pet.  And I’m going to dominate the fuck out of you.”
The alligator turned around so that his ass was facing the raccoon, and wiggled his butt in front of Audie’s face.  “Like that?” Francis teased.  “Because you’re going to get an up close look at it in just a second. . . Anything to say before I sit on your pretty face?”
“You’re going to sit on me?!” screamed Audie.
“Ok, you’re getting annoying,” said the gator.  “Let’s go put in some countermeasures before I play with you. . .”
Before Audie could respond, Francis had flipped back around, and clamped a hand on the raccoon’s muzzle.  Then, the alligator pulled a rope from his pocket tied it around Audie’s mouth, sealing a knot tight so that the raccoon couldn’t speak.  “There we go,” cooed Francis, laughing.  “Can’t say much now, now can you?”
“Mmmmph!” Audie said, trying to scream.  But his mouth could barely open now.
“Exactly,” said the gator, nodding.  “Now, where were we?  Oh yes. . .!”
He turned back around and wiggled his bottom in front of Audie’s face.  Then, he slowly began to pull down his pants and underwear.
Audie gagged.  If he thought the musk from Francis had been bad before, oh boy, was it ever worse coming from the gator’s ass!  It was a spicy, earthy smell, one that emanated from the alligator’s butt cheeks and asshole, and wafted right into the raccoon’s nose.  He wanted to have a coughing fit, or at least close his nose from the smell, but thanks to his tied muzzle and bound hands, he could do neither of those things.  So every breath he took, he found himself breathing in the smell of the gator.
“Like that?” Francis teased.  “Oh, I’m going to have fun with you, my submissive little snack.  Now, let’s get to sitting on your face.”
Snack?  Did the gator just call him a snack?  Audie didn’t have much time to think about it because, a moment later, that large, naked ass was coming down toward his face, coming closer and closer with every second.  He wanted to dodge it, but before he could, it was suddenly there, crushing his head and forcing his nose against Francis’s bare bottom.
Fuck, that spicy smell was much stronger up close.  It made Audie gag again, and attempts at coughing left his muzzled mouth.  But before he could do anything, that ass was rubbing against his face, going back and forth on his furry head, getting that smell all over him!  He wanted to resist, but found that when he moved back, his head hit the back of the chair—he couldn’t go further!  And so the gator continued to rub, back and forth, getting the scent all over him. . .
Then, a fart occured.  /FRRRAPPPPHHHH!/  It rippled through Francis’s bottom and landed on Audie, a wave of terrible scents that made him want to throw up.  The fart hit his face and landed there, refusing to go away—it was a wet, nasty fart too, and a long one.  For what seemed like a full minute, the raccoon was forcefully subjected to the terrible smells coming from the gator’s bottom, unable to escape.
Finally, the farting stopped, and Audie breathed a sigh of relief.  But he immediately regretted it, because that led to him breathing in the awful smells from the butt and the ones that were now on his face.  He gagged and coughed, hating this.
That’s when it happened.  “Sniff it, raccoon,” Francis ordered.  Audie’s eyes widened.  “Sniff it,” the gator continued, “or I give you more punishment.”
The raccoon’s heart sank.  He didn’t have much of a choice, did he?
He forced himself to sniff Francis’s ass, trying very hard not to breathe too much of it in.  The spicy, earthy scent filled his nose more and more with every sniff, and the more he smelled, the more he felt like he would faint.  Fuck, was this how it all ended?  Him, sniffing the ass of a kidnapper?
But just when Audie was reaching his limit, Francis lifted his butt up, and the raccoon’s face was released.  He straightened up and watched as the alligator’s ass retreated.  Audie breathed a sigh of relief—and this time, the air he brought into his lungs was mostly fresh.  Was it finally over?
No, of course it wasn’t.  Francis’s ass came back down from above, slowly descending upon the raccoon again.  Audie just managed to let out a scream of surprise and fright before that big butt sat on his face for the second time, refusing to let him go and pinning his head firmly against the gator’s behind.
The raccoon was forced to breathe in that terrible smell again, inhaling the earthy, spicy scent with every breath he took.  Audie gagged more than a few times upon taking it in, and he wanted to lean away from that awful ass, but when he went down, Francis would go down too, until there was nowhere else for the raccoon to go.  And so he was pinned against the large butt, forced to take in that disgusting aroma for the second time.
And then, the ass started to open up before him.
Before Audie’s eyes, Francis’s butthole began to expand, getting wider and wider in front of his face.  It flowered before the raccoon, opening up in front of him until Audie could just make out a tunnel inside.  What was the alligator trying to do—?
That’s when the sucking started.  Francis’s ass pulled Audie in like a suction, and suddenly the raccoon was forced forward, into the vacuum of that smelly butthole.  Without warning, his snout was pulled inside, and the ass clamped down around it, refusing to let go.
Audie tried not to panic.  He could just pull his head out the same way he came in—no big deal, right?  And so, he tried to pull out his muzzle from that disgusting butt (his nose was up against the walls, which smelled absolutely rancid).  But nothing happened—his snout remained stuck inside.
Now he was starting to panic.
But before he could react further, the ass sucked him in again, and suddenly Audie found his whole head was inside of Francis’s asshole.  “Like that, raccoon?” the gator teased.  “I sure like feeling you inside of me. . .”
Audie wanted to scream, but he couldn’t open his mouth thanks to the ropes—not that he could do it in this tight space anyway.  He could already imagine what was coming next, and his heart sank.  Was this his fate, to be gulped down by the alligator’s disgusting ass?  Was this the way he was going to go out?  He gave a desperate thrash, trying to escape this terrible situation.
And then, a sudden release.  Audie found himself getting pushed out of the butt, until his head was released with a loud /pop/.  He gasped desperately for air, hardly able to believe it was out of there!  It was almost too goo to be true. . .
Next, to his eternal relief, Francis’s butt retreated for the second time—hopefully, now, it was for good, and not just a tease.  And it did seem to be the real deal this time around, because the alligator walked forward, put his pants back on, and turned around to face Audie, studying the raccoon.
Francis licked his lips.  “That was a fun prelude,” the gator said, taking the rope off of Audie’s muzzle.  “But now I’m hungry.  And I want to give my prey a real taste.
“It’s dinner time.”
Francis’s maw quickly opened, revealing teeth that were glistening with drool, and a tongue dripping with spit.  Before the raccoon could react, the alligator clamped his mouth around Audie’s head, and began sucking.
Audie cried out in surprise and confusion as his head was sucked like hard candy, and a large tongue glazed over his furry flesh, tasting every inch of him, sparing nothing as it traced over his skin.  He tried to pull his head out of there, but Francis’s grip was too tight—he couldn’t get free.  Shit!
Frantically, the raccoon struggled in his bonds, trying to break his hands out so he could push himself out of this disgusting mouth.  Saliva was dripping all over him, and even worse, the faint smell of rotten food surrounded him.  It was getting pretty gross. . . Was there any way for him to escape this mess?
Just as he was trying to think of a way out, a loud /gulp/ echoed throughout the space.  Suddenly, Audie was sucked forward, and his head went from being inside the mouth, to being inside the throat of the hungry predator.  This new space was much tighter than the mouth was—the mouth was at least a little spacious, and it had given the raccoon /some/ room to breathe.  The throat, on the other hand, clamped around Audie’s face, sealing tight around his head and barely giving him any room to move.  He couldn’t even open his mouth anymore, and not for lack of trying—oh, did he try.  But no matter what he did, his face was trapped inside this sealed space, and all he could so was wait for—
Hang on.  There was a ripping noise coming from outside, and a moment later, Audie realized that his hands and legs were free—that /he/ was free!  He could push himself out of here and escape this hell now!  Quickly, the raccoon used his hands to feel the gator’s chest, and then, he pushed against it with all his might.  He was getting out of here!
. . . But nothing happened.  Frantically, Audie pushed again, then again, then one more time, trying to escape.  But no matter what he did, his head remained sealed away in the throat—he truly was stuck tight inside.  The raccoon’s heart sunk.  Was that why Francis had freed him?  Had the gator known this all along?
“Well, that was a cute attempt,” said the predator, laughing.  “Really, I thought it was admirable.  But I’m hungry and all, so let’s get you down the hatch.
Then, more and more of Audie was swallowed, sucked in and sent down the tight, cylindrical space of the esophagus. The raccoon continued to struggle and fight, but no matter what he did, Francis just kept on eating.  And deep in his heart of hearts, Audie knew that it was futile. . .
That’s when he reached it.  His head entered a new, open space with a /pop/, and the raccoon breathed a sigh of relief, happy he could move his face again.  But then, his breath brought in the scent of acid, and his ears caught grunts and growls all around him.  Oh shit. . .
“HELP!” Audie screeched, fighting and flailing frantically, trying to escape this situation.  “I’M IN HIS STOMACH!  SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, HELP ME!”
Francis laughed.  “Darn right you’re in my stomach,” the gator said, licking his lips.  “And my stomach is where you’re going to stay, /meal/. . .”
The raccoon was gulped down even more, and shoved further inside the grumbling tummy.  As he was lowered in deeper, his head was forced up against the moving walls, and a loud growl sounded right next to his ears.  Audie shivered with fright, and continued to fight to escape, but nothing he did was working. . .
Soon, he was curling up inside the space, back pressed against the walls, which were rubbery and wet, not to mention starting to drip with fluid.  More and more of the raccoon was gulped down, until, finally, only Audie’s feet were left to eat.
Francis teased his prey at the final bite, rolling the raccoon’s toes around with his tongue, flicking them in and out of his mouth to tease Audie with the possibility of escape.  But soon, he grew too hungry to keep up the game, and he gulped the feet down, sending the last bit of food to his belly.
Audie’s heart sank as his feet traveled down the tight throat and landed in the stomach.  The raccoon was all curled up inside the stomach, with his legs forced up against his chest, and the walls pressed in all around him.  Speaking of which. . .
The belly walls grumbled and growled even louder, and more fluid started to drip from them.  The raccoon noticed the scent of acid was getting even stronger, as more and more liquid began to run down to the bottom of the belly.  All of this was making him start to feel faint. . .
The stomach juices ran down even more, making a pool that started at Audie’s feet, but quickly went up to his hips.  When it reached his chest, the raccoon, finally, really did faint.
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Francis patted his belly, smirking as he felt his prey pass out inside.  “Mmm, you were a delicious little treat,” he said, laughing.  “Thanks for being my toy tonight!”
With that, the gator headed outside, and went looking for his next victim.