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The Mosquito Larvae slurps Charlene up into its gullet. And underwater nightmare plays out in front of her eyes, with all the other girls and boys already squirming in agony as the Wrigglers digest off their skin. It has often been suggested that this behaviour that causes their prey to jiggle around is how the Mosquito Larvae got their moniker of “Wrigglers’. In one of the other translucent insect sacs, a boy is desperately holding his cock and balls, as the acids burn through them. In another Wriggler, a pretty girl with big boobs, and silky pink hair, who’s been inside the stomach longer, screams as her guts plop out of her decomposed belly. A pool of her blood is already growing at the base of the Larvae.

Charlene begins to piss herself as the stomach acid begins to strip away at her own pale flesh. She scrabbles, and kicks trying to free herself from the tight sac that’s making it difficult to breathe. Her predator wiggles around to accommodate her comfortably. The skin on her hands, legs and belly turn a cherry red.. It feels horrible, like the worst sunburn she’s ever had. She can see the thick ropy materials of her muscles revealed beneath and she realises that she is about to endure a long drawn out and agonising death. Just yesterday, she had been complaining to her mother, that she didn’t want to be sacrificed as part of a boy’s virginity ceremony. But now, digesting in a sac, she wishes she’d had that opportunity to fuck at least once in her pathetic short life, and to be executed by a merciful beheading. Now, she was going to die a virgin. Charlene was just Wriggler chow now.

On the surface, you’d barely even notice a ripple, even as a dozen young souls were slowly being extinguished. Underneath, however, was a living watery hell. Charlene could feel her belly soften with every time she strained… Then with a nasty ripping sound, her guts spilled from her cavity and out into the tight, slimy confines of the Wriggler stomach.
“No, No, Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!”

One by one, the prey died as the night continued on into early morning… and then soon Charlene was the only wretch left gasping for life
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