Where naughty girls go when they die...

The girls sat in a large cage in the living room. No more than two inches tall, they were all totally at the mercy of the comparatively giant woman who lived in the house.
More than anything else, they dreaded being the next one she picked; it was an off-color fear, as she tended to pick several or even dozens at a time for her perverse tortures.
Mandy had gone last...she had been put in a glass cage with a lizard twice her size. Verruta, the giantess, had put an endoscope down the lizard's throat and linked it to the TV so all the girls could watch Mandy thrashing and screaming in the lizard's stomach. The TV had been left on all night, leaving them to watch as she was gradually digested.
Such cruel innovation was typical of Verruta, as it was with all of her giant roommates.
Needless to say, they all cluttered around the back of the cage when they saw her walking in.
Verruta had light blonde hair and a large, voluptuous body. She had a round but angular face and a small pair of twisted, gleeful lips that were generally concealed behind shiny, cherry-red lipstick. Today she wore a filmy white blouse which clearly revealed the white bra underneath; semi-skank was generally Verruta's style, and she showed off her sexy body at any opportunity, boobs, legs, and behind in equal measure, and all equally supple.
The fact that most of that flesh was composed of the victims who had gone before them somehow never lost it's edge in frightening the girls in the cage.
Under the shirt she wore a black leather miniskirt and high heels; typical business skank.
She started her day by walking up to the cage and opening her mouth wide. A massive belch erupted from her throat, engulfing them all in a warm, sour wave.
"That was Lindy. I hope you don't miss her." She said with a cruel smile. She didn't need to tell them; they had all watched her swallow the screaming form of Lindy a short time before. On occaision, she had gotten even more extreme by putting large amounts of jewelry on a particular girl before swallowing her, just so she could show the other girls the indigestible metallic remains as they floated in the toilet with the fully-digested waste that was wearing them.
"Who should I pick today...hm...you all just look so good..."
The girls couldn't tell her mood; whether she was hungry and just wanted to pop a few in right away or whether she wanted to play with them first.
She reached in through the door at the top of the cage and picked up Sarah, an athletic brunette, and Carrie, a punk girl who had died her hair purple. Though not all the girls in the cage were naked, both of these two were.
"You two look positively delicious." Verruta said. She immediately popped Sarah in her mouth, giving her a free hand so she could unbotton the top of her blouse. Reaching the midway point, she stuffed Carrie into her bra.
Carrie was pushed up against the huge, warm skin by the lacey cloth as she slid down Verutta's breast; she came to a rest just before the nipple, wedged between breast and bra.
The sight of Carrie wedged against Verruta's knockers stimulated the other girls, ashamed as they were to admit it; the reason a lot of them were here was because they were lesbians, and a few even harbored some offbeat fantasies...it had been a bit of a disaster when Trixie, another one of the giants, had put an endoscope in her own stomach only to find one of her victims masturbating in ecstacy, surrounded by the sloppy chunks of her lunch.
Very offbeat fantasies indeed, but truth be told, not every girl had been naughty.
But back to the real world.
Sarah sat in the hot, sloppy darkness of Verruta's mouth, surrounded by slippery flesh and teeth. Her body was gripped with panic, but Verruta hadn't swallowed her. In fact, the wavy sensation made it feel like she was walking. She clung to the soft tongue in the darkness and hoped fate would save her as large beads of warm saliva rolled down her body.
Verruta walked into the kitchen, still holding Sarah in her mouth, which was watering rather profusely with the taste. Walking over to the pantry, she opened a can of vegetable soup and poured it into a small pan along with some water. Keeping Carrie wedged in her bra, she spit Sarah out and held her wet body in her hand.
"You know what we're going to do now?" Verruta asked her.
Sarah simply looked up, fearfully.
Verruta answered for her. "We're going to make soup. And you're going to help!"
Before Sarah even had time to scream, she was dropping through the air. The saliva coating her body felt cold against the wind for a split second before she plopped down into some sort of cold, chunky liquid and hit the bottom of the pan. Quickly sloshing to her feet, she realized where she was and tried to jump out. Verruta was too quick, however, and clamped some sort of metal mesh onto the top of the pan, forcing Sarah back into it. Though the cold soup was only up to her waste in height, the mesh held her down so that she could barely keep her face above it. There was scarcely three inches between the soup and the top of the pan, so her entire body was forced into the liquid. She felt the odd sensation of numerous chunks of vegetable gently brushing against her in the cold mess as she pushed, but she couldn't get herself upright to get any leverage without letting her face go below the surface. So she half-stood, half-floated awkwardly in the pan until Verruta turned on the heat and walked out.
At first, Sarah merely felt the water near her feet get slightly warmer. Then she felt the metal bottom starting to get hot, then very hot. She danced around, trying to keep her feet off of the metal surface, but this was very difficult. Her pointless squirming sent more chunks brushing against her as the water began to grow warm. This continued for a few short minutes, but soon the surface was too hot to bare and the water warmer than a bathtub. She saw steam rising from the soup as she began to thrash. Every time her foot contacted the bottom it burned, so she floundered and danced in the soup sending the lumps swirling all about and all around her bare skin. The water grew warmer and warmer until it too was too hot to be comfortable, and all the while the bits of vegetable touched her in their gentle but unnerving manner. She screamed as her body grew hot and she began to see tiny bubbles rising from the soup. The water was nearly scalding now, and the bottom seared her every time she brushed against it. This ordeal continued for nearly a minute, with her growing gradually more and more panicked.
As the scalding water seared her skin, she began taking in agonizing mouthfuls of it as it boiled over the steel mesh. Every part of her was engulfed in the white-hot liquid, being boiled alive as the soup continued to heat.
She prayed for this ordeal to end, but it didn't. She was in unbearable, searing agony for nearly ten minutes.
Somehow, it immensely turned her on.

***

Verruta walked upstairs to her bedroom and finally fished Carrie out of her bra. Her purple hair and lipstick had been mussed by being pressed against her gargantuan tits for so long, but she still possessed that pale, sexy body that Verruta found so delicious looking.
"So, how would you like to be eaten, little one?" Verruta asked.
"Kiss my ass!" Carrie screamed.
Verruta laughed. "You don't even know what ass is, you little lunchmeat! Here. Have a look."
Pulling her miniskirt down around her ankles, Verruta revealed her white, cotton briefs. Pulling the elastic away from her back with her finger, she dropped Carrie between her mountainous cheeks. Letting the elastic snap back, she took her index finger and pushed Carrie upward just a little, barely enough to wedge her between her buttocks.
Carrie was screaming, surrounded by two huge slabs of smooth skin. She squirmed as Verruta's finger pushed on her, and she was far enough up that the tips of her feet could barely touch Verruta's underwear. She certainly hoped Verruta didn't intend to push her in all the way; that, at least, would be one fate slightly worse than being eaten (Largely because she knew she would be eaten eventually anyway). She panicked slightly as she finished screaming, because she realized she couldn't breathe as far up Verruta's ass as she was.
Verruta bent over and briefly considered shitting her pants, thus giving Carrie quite a memorably humiliating experience, but she didn't feel like cleaning her off, and moreover, I don't know if this forum is into that kind of thing.
"Had enough?" She asked. She reached in and plucked Carrie away, who was gasping for air. "Well, now that you've kissed my ass, I almost feel obligated to kiss yours."
Carrie screamed as it suddenly dawned on her what Verruta was likely to do. She was right. She was lifted up at blinding speed and Verruta took her upper legs between the fingers of her right hand. She then pressed her left hand against Carrie's back, bending her over and pinning her down, leaving her ass jutting out towards Verruta's mouth.
Carrie couldn't see what was happening anymore, but she felt it. She felt the massive lips give her ass a kiss, practically surrounding them as they did so. They backed away and she felt herself being kissed again; the warm caress of Verruta's lips were strangely pleasant. Carrie found herself smiling lopsidedly as she was kissed again, and again. She was on the brink of orgasm when she suddenly screamed. As Verruta kissed her for the Nth time, her lips began to part and Carrie felt her rear sliding onto Verruta's tongue. 
Hearing her scream, Verruta pulled her out of her mouth and spoke.
"What's the matter? Don't want a deep kiss?"
She did it again, this time sliding Carrie's body halfway into her mouth and sucking on it before pulling her out again. Though it was terrifying, Carrie found it intensely stimulating.
By the third time, Carrie's adrenaline was enhancing the sensuality so much that she thought she she was going to climax. She never got the chance, however, as the third time, Verruta slid her all the way in and let go.
As the intense pleasure of the kisses faded, Carrie screamed for a short moment.before she felt the slippery mouth around her convulse and she suddenly fell backward and down.
She slid effortlessly down Verruta's throat, still feeling that terrifying sensuality as the flesh slithered past her in the darkness. She felt her descent continue until she hit a small, circular lump, and then she dropped.
Landing on another pliant, slick surface, Carrie's scream got caught in her throat. Though she could see nothing in the pitch blackness, she knew, from the acrid smell to the warm liquid at her knees, that she was in Verruta's stomach. She sat on her hands and knees and felt a mild tingling along her calves and hands where they touched the stomach walls. She knew what it was from.
This time, she held nothing back, and screamed for a good eight seconds straight. She only stopped when the stomach began to churn, suddenly wrapping her in walls and folds of stomach tissue. Before long, she was drenched and dripping with gastric juices, and every few seconds another fist-sized droplet would roll down the stomach wall and down her body. The tingling worsened until it became a painful sting, and the stomach walls were pressing against her hard, squeezing the breath out of her. Every time she pulled herself to freedom, a new fold of flesh would swallow her up and continue digesting her.
Though this was easily the most horrid experience she had ever had, she was close to having the biggest orgasm of her life. Somehow, even the stench of the thin vomit she was churning in was turning her on.
As her skin began to flake off, the stomach suddenly started to squeeze her in a different direction, and she felt herself being pulled downward again. She gasped as she realized what was happening and her calves were pushed into the slimy recesses of the small intestine.
She wasn't sure what to do; she couldn't just let herself be squeezed into Verruta's intestines, but she didn't see a lot she could do about it, either. But the few seconds of indecision she had was enough for her abdomen to be shoved into the thin tube, and then her whole body.
Suddenly, the whole experience changed. Powerful muscles began squeezing her down through the intestines. Tiny, slimy fingers probed and slithered against her whole body as she was pushed through the oozing tube.
Again, the smell was even worse, but it was an incredible turn-on. She began to get a pronounced sense of vertigo as the intestines twisted and turned in the darkness. Soon she lost all sense of direction. She continued this for a long time, pushing, oozing and slithering through the soft, slimy recesses, and soon she had lost all track of time as well, her only benchmark the ever-growing burning sensation in her skin, and even that faded with time. Eventually, she reached the large intestine, delirious from being half-digested. She was squeezed a little ways into it before she was lodged into something thick but soft, where she remained for a few minutes until she passed out.

***

Verruta sat in her room for a while simply digesting young Carrie, feeling her vain struggles and delighting at what it must have felt like for her. Eventually, however, she felt her squeeze down into her intestines, and considered her job done with regards to Carrie. As she felt the girl squirm slightly as she squoze through, she walked back to the kitchen.
Seeing the soup pot boiling over and Sarah thrashing in agony, she giggled. She removed the steel grate and plucked Sarah from the boiling liquid. Her skin was now bright red.
"Looks like you're finished cooking." Verruta said. Sarah's skin still felt quite hot to the touch, but that didn't matter. She took her into the living room where all the cages were.
"Though you do look positively delicious, I'm afraid I just ate. So we're going to have another show for the other girls!"
The girls in the cage gasped, wary of another grisly display. Sarah simply sat limply, too exhausted to do anything.
Verruta walked to the clear glass cage in the corner and wheeled it into the center of the room. She dropped Sarah inside and walked to another room.
The cage was roughly four feet square, which made it enormous by the standards of the two-inch girls. They had seen many others meet their deaths inside that cage, and doubtless they would again today.
Coming back into the room, Verruta was carrying a clear plastic box that contained a rather large frog. From Verruta's perspective it was barely the size of a softball, but to the girls, it was a monstrous nightmare.
Verruta took out the frog, placed it in the large cage and closed the top. Sitting down on a nearby couch, she watched intently, as did all the girls.
As the groggy form of Sarah realized what was happening, a sudden burst of adrenaline shot through her and she sat up. Though her skin still burned painfully whenever she moved, she managed to break into a run from the massive frog.
The frog simply watched her intently, making no move as she ran to the other side of the cage. As Sarah huddled in one corner, hair still dripping wet, she simply watched and waited.
The frog just sat there for a moment, then leapt. When it landed with a titanic thud, it was less than a foot away (in giant space) from Sarah. Screaming again, she ran to another corner. The frog simply watched her. It licked it's lips slightly, and she broke off in a run for the furthest corner.
It leapt again, this time landing in front of her. She yelped and fell, turning around and running again. It began mosily crawling in her direction as she reached the corner she had previously inhabited and began running for the next. She screamed as suddenly the frog's tongue slapped the wall in front of her and shot back into the frog's mouth. For one terrified moment, she simply looked at it licking it's enourmous lips, imagining the horrifying plan it had in store for her. She ran even faster, barely reaching the far corner before the frog leapt again, this time landing a scarce few inches from her. She was cornered.
She simply looked up at the beast as it licked it's lips and looked at her. In a blur, it shot it's tongue out and she was yanked into it's mouth. Her legs and part of one arm still flailed on the outside, but the frog shifted it's lips and pulled all but one foot into it's mouth. Parting it's lips slightly, it emitted a sickening slurping sound before the foot simply dissappeared.
The frog sat contentedly, staring into space, as it's belly rumbled slightly as Sarah thrashed desperately in it's stomach. It slouched down in the cage, contentedly digesting it's meal.
Verruta laughed and took the frog back to it's cage. Coming back into the living room, she spoke to the quivering girls.
"That's all for today. Well, maybe one more."
As the other girls screamed, she picked one of them up and swallowed her whole.
As she left with a contented smile, the girls huddled in shock.
Though nearly every one of them was, inexplicably, turned on.