Having Justine for lunch!

She was running late! Her interview should have started ten minutes earlier and she was still struggling to find a parking space. Justine cursed as she straightened the hem of her skirt. Perhaps it had been naughty of her to wear such a short hemline today, but she really needed this job. Her eyes lingered on her shapely thighs. Besides, she thought, its been ten years since I last interveiwed I need all the help I can get. With a protest from the tyres she swung her battered old renault into a gap before clambering out. Her emergence greeted by a hail of catcalls and whistles from a group of nearby builders. Justine scowled flouncing her dark locks before marching off as quickly as she could smirking inside satisfied that her short skirt would indeed work its magic.

The beast sat in his office a low rumble the only sound as his stomach reminded him he hadn't eaten today. He was old, even for his kind an ancient amongst an elder race. His lunch appointment was running late. The beast hated tardiness not that this girl's slack timekeeping would present much of an ongoing problem. The odd one here, another there, people vanished all the time, the beast smiled soon he would feed and another would just vanish into thin air. His stomach rumbled again an ominous precursor of what was to come.

The black nylon of her stockings hissed as her thighs brushed together, Justine's heels click clacked as she hurried across the marble floor. Finally she stood outside the door. A huge dark wood double door quite intimedating, so much so that she very nearly turned and walked away. After all she was thirty minutes late, there was no way she'd get it now. A tall slim blonde haired man approached her from one side, she noticed his eyes appraising her from her head down to her ankles and back, slowly taking her in almost savouring her.

"Hello, my name's Turner. You must be Justine? Mr. Black is waiting" Turner was one of ther beast's offspring. He had to bite his lips to stop himself drooling. The old man certainly had good taste, he ushered her through towards the office.

"I'm so sorry I'm late" Justine blurted, as the tall man ushered her towards a chair. "Car trouble" she thought best to leave it vague and hope he didn't press the issue. The nylon of her stockings hissed softly as she crossed her long legs the short skirt she'd chosen riding up a little. With one hand she nervously straightened the hem. The tall man, Turner was standing quite close behind her and she found this un-nerving especially when coupled with the fact that Mr. Black had yet to turn and face her, never mind address her. Justine licked her lips and glanced around as she felt the tension in the room seem to build.

Finally and without turning his chair Mr. Black spoke.

"Young lady, what do you think you could do for this company?"

Justine had been unconciously playing with her hair, his question unsettled her slightly and she shifted in her seat uncrossing and recrossing her shapely legs. She licked her lips as she framed an answer but before she'd managed to speak he spoke again.

"More specifically, what could you do for me?"

Her mouth opened but Justine was lost for words, she needed this job so much but had no idea how to answer the question. Thinking as quickly as she could she decided to try and get some clarification as to what Mr. Black was actually asking her.

"I'm curious as to exactly what it is you would want from me?" She answered. Satisfied that a question was the best answer she could have given Justine shifted on the chair as an uneasy silence filled the room and Mr. Turner seemed to move closer to her.

"Satisfaction, my dear, do you think you could leave me satiated?"

Justine's mouth fell open "I beg your pardon, what did you just say?"

Mr Black turned his chair slowly to face the young woman, as he did Turner moved closer to her.

Justine's mouth fell wide open when Mr Black revealled himself. Sat in the chair on the opposite side of the desk was a huge frog like creature. Bulbous eyes sat ontop of a wide head, a broad slit of a mouth smiled wickedly at her. The nylon of her stockings hissed as she uncrossed her legs and surged to her feet. Justine's full expressive eyes were wide in panic. Then Turner grabbed her from behind, she felt strong hands grip her arms just above the elbows. She struggled twisting and pulling against the strong hold on her.

"I think you will be very satisfying, nourishing and filling" whispered Mr Black.

Turner was jealous, feeling her body struggle against his excited him, he so wanted her, to taste her, to feel her wriggle inside himself instead he would have to watch Black eat her.

"Get off me!" Justine writhed helpless in the grip of the stronger man her eyes still staring at the creature across the desk. Mr Black's tongue shot out of his mouth and wrapped around her neck. She squealed as it tightened its saliva coated length musssing her hair and gripping her tightly.

Mr Black moaned softly the woman tasted every bit as good as she looked he could hardly wait to get her into his mouth. His tongue gripping her neck he drew her over the desk towards his waiting wide maw. Chuckling as he watched her struggles and smirking to himself as he caught sight of Turner's expression.

Turner released the girl as soon as Black began to draw her in. He watched as she staggered towards the desk. The man called Turner couldn't help but admire her shapely arse and long legs as he watched her go to her end. Her thighs bumped into the desk and she tipped forward over it so that she lay with her head aiming at Mr Black's open mouth. Not long now, thought Turner as his curiosity was satisfied, she had been wearing stockings!

Justine's screams had been silenced by the tongue around her throat which had tightened until she could hardly breath. Her eyes were transfixed on the wide open mouth before her, stale breath washed over her as she slid closer. As soon as Turner had released his grip on her she had tried to pry the tongue away from her neck. Both her hands were stuck to it now entrapped by some sort of sticky saliva. Kicking and flayling her long legs were dragged across the desk. Then her head entered his mouth and was encased in blackness.

Mr Black moaned loudly as the woman entered his mouth. The tongue released it's strangle hold and ran over her features coating her in slick saliva before it looped out of his mouth again to wrap around her chest and down to her waist. Bulbous eyes circled down to watch her struggles grinning as he watched her shapely legs kicking helplessly. She tasted fantastic even through her blouse his sensative tastebuds absorbed her sweet flavour. Tongue hooked around her waist he pulled her shoulders and chest into his wide maw, her full breasts slipped over his lips. With the girl half way eaten he gestured to Turner to leave, before his eyes once more turned to watch her slowly bicycling legs.

Turner glanced over his shoulder once as he left. His eye's lingering on the still struggling girl. She was already half eaten only her hips and legs still visible. Mr Black's expression was one of pure pleasure, she must taste good. Envy shone from Turner's eyes as he left the beast to his meal and Justine to her fate.

She squealed as she felt herself jerked unceremoniously deeper into the beast. A cold shiver ran down her spine as Justine realised she was being eaten alive. The hot wet throat rippled around her pulling her towards her doom. She'd had nightmares about this happening to her when she was a child, and just recently those same terrors had returned to haunt her sleep. The toes of her shoes drummed the desk as her nylon clad legs kicked tapping out the rythmn of her demise. The dull thud of the creature's heartbeat filled her ears as trembling in fear Justine was ingested.

The beast chuckled to himself. Once over he would have stripped his food, but now he was older his stomach far more powerful. Soon this tasty little morsel would reach it and find out how powerful. He reached out to run a hand over her buttocks and down her thigh, neither fat nor skinny just the way he liked them. Mr Black grinned to himself as she recoiled from his touch. As sweet and tasty as she was there was little point in denying his stomach any longer. Tilting his head back he lifted her from the desk, her long legs pedalling the air before he opened his throat swallowing deeply letting gravity aid his meal on her way.

Justine felt her world turn upside down. Her legs waved frantically. She slid helplessly down the throat of the beast. Hips, thighs, calves and feet all swallowed treading air as they went. Her saliva coated body was massaged into the monster's throat before being thrust headfirst into his stomach. She retched as the foul air filled her lungs. The frothy liquids splashed over her coating her body as she thrashed around. The heat in here was unbearable, the throat had been bad but this was ten times worse. The stomach walls began to press in on her as more liquids began to filter in around her soon enough she would be submerged in digestive enzymes trapped in this hot dark prison. Justine pressed against the stomach wall her hands and her face pushing as hard as she could.

The beast beltched as the woman displaced some gas. His hands ran over his swollen stomach as he smiled contentdly. She had been delicious and very satisfying. Her hands and head pressed against his stomach, clearly visible from the outside as he massaged his distended belly. Soon it would begin to digest her and her struggles would end, but for now he savoured his still writhing meal.

The more she struggled the more enzymes the stomach produced, Justine paniced as it got harder and harder to keep her head out of the digestive soup. Finally exhausted she sucumbed. The stomach thrust her deep into the acids and a helpless exhausted Justine drowned in the thick juices. She kicked and twitched a few more times even as the acids began to break down her body, inspite of the spasms Justine was already quite dead. Her body was churned back and forth powerful enzymes eating into her, sloughing the flesh from her bones turning her into a thick nutritious soup. Slowly the sinews that held her bones together began to dissolve allowing her skeleton to collapse. The smaller bones broke down reverting to calcium, even the larger bones were pummeled by the stomach many breaking, snapping into fragments. Justine's remains passed slowly into the beast's intestines more and more of her being absorbed.

The beast stirred, something had disturbed his nap. Opening his eyes he looked up at Turner, standing across the desk from him where Justine had stood not so long ago. Sitting up in his chair Mr Black noticed his stomach had returned to its normal shape. He turned his attention once more towards Turner.

"What do you want?"

Turner stooped to pick up one of the girl's shoes and raised it to his nose to sniff it..... mmmmm she did, had smelt delicious.

"Did you enjoy your meal sir? I've prepared your chamber when you are ready"

Black waved Turner away, sometimes he wondered why he kept him around, though he did have his uses. The beast rose to his feet and ambled slowly towards his en-suite.

"Time to enjoy her one last time" He muttered towards Turner "And yes, she was delicious and most satisfying"

Squating over the toilet the beast passed a large stool, Justine's womanly body having been reduced to faeces. He deliberately left the door open wanting his understudy to see and envy him even this. Nothing could satisfy quite like a woman could.

"Absolutely delicious" he muttered.