Rossem felt the squirming victims within his worms. They were alive and well and oh-so-completely doomed. There'd be no escape for them, not now and not ever.
His victims gasped, their faces utterly and completely compressed within the rubbery flesh of his worms. Their every fiber was carefully highlighted; their silhouettes were so curvaceous, so sensual. The rubber 'meals' made such gorgeous movements as they hung and squirmed.
He ran a finger, then a leg, then his body up against one of them. She was so pretty like this - gulped and utterly crushed. All those thoughts, all that resistance being drained away. Soon there'd be nothing left but a latex-sealed pet. His dark eyes shone at the thought.
Such a lewd fate; for a powerful and fearsome villain to be swallowed, gulped, and transformed into a latex plaything. He swallowed and huffed. Lewd indeed.
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Don't worry, we'll be fine. Though if the meals inside the worms are ever released, they'll just be rubber-sealed banes, without resistance or thought and a deep need to be used...
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Left: Dumb meat:
Middle: Squirming victim
Right: Rossem
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