PFC Stewart Peter Bate almost hoped there was nothing after death. The prospect of standing before the pearly gates of heaven and answering "how did you get here?" with "I got sucked up by the trumpet tail of a swimwear model sex demon" was just too mortifying.
On the other hand, Bate really hoped there was something following on from this life because it looked very much like this world was done with him.
Muscular peristaltic contractions ran through the transparent tube, inching Bate deeper down it. Only his feet and ankles were still outside. Bate kicked them feebly. Not that it had any chance of doing anything. Despite looking like it was made out of soft clear rubber, the tube was powerful enough to lift Bate up off the ground and hold him there while she gulped him down. His arms were pinned to his sides. It was as much as he could do to keep moving his ribcage in and out to breathe in what little air remained within the tube.
Another muscular ripple jerked Bate a little deeper. The process of her swallowing him was slow enough to give him plenty of time to contemplate on how he'd ended up in this horrible state.
That's what it was.
Stupidity on top of stupidity.
He'd signed up to join the army because he wasn't doing anything better with his life.
He'd signed up for this top secret assignment because it sounded exciting and made him feel important.
Not putting a bullet in this demonic bitch the moment he'd clapped eyes on her.
At least that last one wasn't totally on him. He'd tried. His gun had jammed. And then her big trumpet tail had sucked him right up.
He hadn't seen the tail at first. He'd seen a semi-naked woman flash by through the corner of his vision and his first thought was that it was one of the camp personnel.
Bate didn't know what she was doing wandering around in her underwear. Sleepwalking maybe. What he did know was that they'd told him it was dangerous beyond the perimeter. Definitely not a place for a young woman to be running around in nothing more than her underwear.
He'd realized his mistake when he caught up to her on the other side of a large rock formation they'd been using to mark the edges of the camp.
"Miss, what are you doing out here?"
What he'd first taken for black bra and panties were some kind of paint or natural body pigmentation. She had a similar bar across her big wide eyes that looked like exotic makeup.
He'd also got close enough to see she wasn't naked, although it was easy to make that mistake. She seemed to be in some kind of clear latex bodysuit that covered her from neck to toe. It was a weird bodysuit as it also appeared to have a tail. Bate hadn't seen it at first as it was also made out of the same colorless rubberlike material. The end terminated in a strange bulbous structure, like the club tail of one of those prehistoric armored dinosaurs.
"My belly feels so empty. Would you like to fill it?" she asked as sweetly as if asking for a kiss.
The tail was clearly part of her body and not some kind of freaky cosplay. That much was evident when it reared up over her head. The end opened out like the bell of a trumpet. Glistening strands of saliva crossed an aperture large enough to take in Bate's head, and maybe his shoulders too.
That had been enough for Bate. He'd aimed his rifle at the hindig, pressed the trigger and...
Bate looked down at his gun in surprise. That was time enough for the hindig to drop the flared opening of her tail over Bate's head and suck him up.
And now he was nothing more than a bulge of food passing down her tail on the way to whatever passed for her belly. He wondered if her female form was just a lure and her real head and neck was the tail-like structure Bate was currently being slowly squeezed down. At least he had a perfect view of the lovely swell of her ass.
In many respects that made it worse.
The hindig grunted as the flexible walls of her tail—or throat—bunched up around Bate and pulled him deeper into her body.
Did she have to make it sound so sexual? Bate thought. It was so wrong.
The air had run out. He was on the verge of passing out. Dimly he became aware of his head pressing up against some kind of soft sphincter. It opened up and Bate was squeezed between her legs and through into a flexible bag that hung from the front of her body.
The lack of oxygen kicked in and Bate drifted in and out of consciousness. Dimly he was aware of movement. Not that he should care about it. It was too late. She'd swallowed him, gulped him down like a snake gobbling up a live frog.
Eaten by a fucking demonic swimwear model, of all the fucking ways to go.
Life was fucking ridiculous, and then you died.
Or maybe not.
Bate woke to a hissing sound and the tickling sensation of air being blown past his ears. He opened his eyes and his vision was filled with two big round breasts. They were black as if painted with crude oil, but otherwise had an appealing swell and softness to them. Bate got to experience that softness firsthand as hands gripped the side of his head and rubbed his face into the curvaceous mounds of flesh.
Was this heaven? Bate idly wondered.
His head was pulled back. He noticed then there was a strange elastic membrane between the hands and the sides of his head. He also saw the big tits throb in a way a woman's tits should not. The nipples—if they were nipples—opened up and warm, scented air was squirted into Bate's face.
The perfumed breeze had a similar effect to spelling salts, but with none of the unpleasant pungency. The scent fired up Bate's brain and jerked him back to full attention. It also made his blood race as if he'd suddenly come into heat.
"Ah, better," the owner of the big round boobs said. "You're such fragile things. I thought you might have expired, and that would have made for a poor meal."
Bate remembered now.
He was lying in a bag of soft, elastic material. The hindig girl was sort of in there with him. Sort of, in the sense the membranous pouch was part of her. It formed an extra layer over her skin, and Bate was inside her in the space between her body and this additional elastic layer. She sat on top of him and straddled his crotch. Both ends of Bate were raised by the membranous walls of the bag. The only reason he was still breathing was because the bag had been pumped full of oxygenated air.
Pumped into here by her tits, he thought.
Hindigs were weirder even than what he'd heard.
The walls of the membrane were transparent and Bate could see his surroundings through them. He was in some kind of cave lit up by candles.
The hindig had brought him here, but for what purpose?
She moaned in pleasure and clutched her big titties through the elastic walls of her pouch. She squeezed and massaged them. No scented air emerged this time. Instead the nipples opened up wider and thick globs of a white paste-like substance fell down on Bate's chest. The substance was hot. Bate felt the heat against his skin as it soaked through his uniform.
It was doing more than soak through, it was burning through the material of his uniform as if the paste was some kind of caustic gel. This should have concerned Bate more, but he felt weirdly lethargic. And besides, he didn't feel any burning pain where the white substance came into contact with his exposed skin. There was some heat, but it felt pleasant more than anything.
He also felt heat rising within him. Whether it had been his face pressed into her soft boobs, or something in the perfumed air he was inhaling, or the way she was currently rubbing her crotch against him, Bate suddenly felt really turned on and in the mood for a good hard fucking.
She dripped more white globs onto him and then, moaning with wanton sexual need, she rubbed her naked body against Bate, smearing the white paste over both of their skins. Bate was aroused enough to rub his hands all over her naked body. He wanted to slide them over her back and put his arms around her, but could only reach her sides before encountering some kind of seam that prevented his hands from going any further. No matter. He was having enough fun fondling and playing with her big round tits.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's making me wet."
Then she pissed in his lap. At least it felt like piss. Warm liquid flooded out of her sex and puddled around Bate's buttocks at the bottom of the stretchy bag.
Bate's erection rose up out of the wet ruin of his pants and underwear. The hindig positioned her body over it and slowly eased herself down. She let out a soft moan as she drew Bate's cock up into the snug clutch of her sex. Bate moaned too. Her vagina was tight and extremely juicy.
"Oh yes," the alien woman sighed.
She bounced up and down on Bate's cock. Being inside this membranous bag added a lot more bounce to the experience. The stretchy walls pressed all around Bate's naked form and added extra spring to his thrusts as he fucked the alien girl.
Oh yeah, Bate thought, feeling the wet friction of her pussy sliding around his cock. Who'd have thought being swallowed up by her weird trumpet tail would have ended up like this. Maybe he had died and this was some kind of heaven.
No, it couldn't be. What they were doing together was way too dirty for any heaven.
Moaning and gasping in ecstasy, the hindig reached up and squeezed her breasts again. Her tits disgorged more thick white paste over Bate, interspersed with more puffs of that delicious perfumed air.
Faster and faster she rode him. Bate was bounced around inside the bag and churned around with the paste from her tits and the copious fluids leaking from her pussy. Together with the dissolved dregs of Bate's uniform—and probably his sweat and pre-cum as well—the liquids formed a messy slurry at the bottom of the transparent pouch.
"Yes," the hindig girl said. "I'm going to come... going to come so much."
So was Bate, if the steadily rising pressure in his balls was anything to go by.
The hindig switched position. She moved her legs forwards and crossed them behind Bate's back, coaxing him to penetrate her even more deeply with his manhood until it felt like every millimeter had been gobbled up by her wet, hungry sex. She leant forwards and hugged Bate's upper body through the elastic membrane.
Their two bodies were pressed too tightly together for any kind of thrusting motion, but none was required. Her vagina was moving all on its own. It throbbed, squeezed and tugged on Bate's cock. The stimulation was intense.
"Coming," Bate murmured into her soft cleavage.
His manhood throbbed and his hips flexed against her as he shot a great flood of semen inside her.
That flood was nothing but a trickle compared to what came out of the hindig. She gave out an exultant cry. Her vagina convulsed around Bate's still-throbbing member and she released a torrent of her ejaculate into the bag. This was beyond squirting. Bate was soaking in her warm issue. There was so much it was gradually filling up the bag.
The throbbing walls of her vagina set Bate off again. Her pussy clamped so tight around him it felt like she was sucking his seed out of him. Then her sex dilated and another torrent of warm fluids surged past his sensitive cock.
God, just how wet was she? The stretchy bag was filling up. It was ridiculous. The water level was already climbing up past his nipples. It smelt pretty rank as well—a potent mélange of sex and less pleasant bodily fluids. The puffs of perfumed air from her tits barely masked it.
It felt okay though. Like lying in a nice relaxing warm bath. It was the perfect thing when basking in the pleasant post-orgasmic aftermath. The elastic walls of the bag made it even better. The shifting and swaying motions sent warm currents tickling around Bate's body.
Maybe it was a little too relaxing. Bate felt a little strange below the neck. Or rather, it seemed like he couldn't feel some parts of his body at all.
The hindig placed her hands on the stretchy membrane and pressed Bate's face into her tits.
"This part's not so pleasant," she whispered down to him. "Just focus on my lovely big boobs. It won't take long."
They were lovely soft tits, Bate thought as he rubbed his face against her silky smooth skin. Big, round, and so, so soft. Soft like her luscious vagina wrapped around his cock.
Hmm. Why couldn't he feel that anymore? Had he already lost his erection? He had emptied a big load into her, he supposed. It would take a while to recover. In the meantime he'd soak in this lovely warm bath.
The hindig held Bate's head against her breasts as the rest of his body fell apart in her digestive juices. His neck detached, leaving his head behind as the rest of his body slumped to a sludge at the bottom of her stomach bag. The hindig continued to rub his face into her soft cleavage. Finally she released his head and let it fall into the rest of the soup. The flesh and soft tissues dissolved and a skull slowly sank to the bottom.
With a luxurious sigh, the hindig drew the soup of dissolved flesh into her body. The bones and other indigestible matter she excreted out through her tail onto a charnel heap at the back of her cave.