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January 2023 Story - The Island Sorceress (Chapter 3)
🕑 Added 2023-01-30 06:31:41 +0000 UTCGenji’s role as one of her personal bodyguards required him to be with her nearly at all times. The only time he wasn’t with her was when she was alone in her private chambers. He stood next to her door with another guard at the other day.
Genji wanted to speak to the other guard, but every single man on the island seemed like they had the life drawn out of them. Genji never knew the other bodyguard’s name, nor even what his voice sounded like. In his mind, the other bodyguard looked like a “Hiro”. Tall, black-haired, noble expression, and piercing gaze. They did as they were expected performing their duties and nothing else. None of the servants stood around chatting idly with each other. There was no room to relax or play. They only had to work, eat, drink, and sleep.
Janira’s daily activities consisted of sentencing the criminals of her island to cruel and unusual punishments. Each of these punishments centered around Janira personally dominating these men. She broke wind on their faces, smothered them with her thighs, and in some cases demanded that they feed her during dinner.
But then there was one punishment that shook Genji to his core. He didn’t think he heard her correctly at first.
The crime had been the gravest on the island. A fellow soldier had sexually assaulted another soldier. He was brought to the queen on his knees and Janira, with the fury of a thousand thunderclaps, cursed his entire existence and his family.
“For this despicable, unforgiveable crime, you shall die slowly and painfully as you are digested in my own stomach.”
Genji watched the man’s eyes shake. He begged for forgiveness but Janira did not want to hear any of it. She dismissed him with the wave of her hand. “You shall live until dinnertime. Take what little time you have left to dwell on your wrongdoings, and know that you shall serve purpose in nurturing me.”
The soldiers dragged him away. He kicked wildly and screaming at the top of his lungs.
Once his cries were shut out beyond the door, Janira smiled and said, “To the dining room!”
Genji nearly forgot to walk with her, still thinking about the thought of being eaten. Was she going to eat him…alive? How was that possible? Maybe she had meant it metaphorically. The culprit would no doubt be boiled and then chopped up into pieces like any other animal. Even so, the idea of being treated like any other meat put a chill down his spine.
The dining hall consisted of a very long marble table with a single seat at the end, which was where Janira sat. Her chair was as large and elaborate as her throne. Genji nearly gasped at the sight of all the food once they walked in. A massive stuffed hog was lying in the center of the table, surrounded by fruits, vegetables, roasted chickens, salads, fish, shrimp, and hundreds of other foods that Genji was not familiar with.
Genji stood to her right and Hiro to her left. The two of them stood attentive as Janira began her dinner. Genji found himself staring at her. She ate noisily, sucking on every succulent morsel of food with pleasure. She moaned and mumbled as she ate. Somehow, she didn’t make a mess of herself.
Janira stopped for a moment and sat back. She sat straight as an arrow and pounded her chest, grimacing.
Then, she emitted a massive belch.
BRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!
“Augh, yes. Delicious,” she said, smacking her lips.
She then caught Genji staring at her. He immediately looked away. He sweated profusely thinking she would say something. But then a procession arrived from the far end of the dining room. The man she had sentenced to death was being brought in by two of the burliest soldiers.
“Please…please…” the damned man said. He tried everything in his power to slip from their grips, writhing and dragging his feet. This only irritated the soldiers more. They smacked him around a bit before tossing him on the floor next to Janira.
Janira was smiling. She clapped her hands and said, “Put him on the table!”
In one sweep, they tossed him there.
Janira giggled, as if she were a girl about to open birthday presents. She ordered the men to hold him down as she traced her fingers across his abdomen. Genji gulped, wondering how it would happen. Was she really going to cut him up? Eat him alive?
“Resisting will only make it worse, my dear,” she said. “Just close your eyes and it will all be over soon. There, there.”
“N-no!”
The man then froze in terror and awe at what happened next. Genji himself couldn’t believe his eyes. The other soldiers were probably used to this by now, judging by their jaded expressions.
Janira opened her mouth. It continued to open more and more, her jaw becoming unhinged and wide enough to fit the man’s head in her mouth. The man’s cries became muffled as she began swallowing him. She lifted him up with her head and swallowed him straight down, clothes and all. Genji tried hard not to express his shock.
Janira sat back on her throne. Her belly became ridiculously distended. Genji was reminded of tales of man-eating snakes that could somehow fit an entire body in their mouth. After they did so, their bodies became swollen and distended. He had never seen such things happen and always thought they were impossible. To think that he witnessed a human somehow do it. Although this was no mere human. Janira’s powers were beyond anyone’s comprehension.
Smacking her lips, Janira moaned with pleasure and slapped a hand on her distended stomach. It rumbled and grumbled as the man was still alive poking and prodding. Genji thought he still heard his muffled cries. Janira winced, trying to feel comfortable as she rubbed her impossibly bloated belly. Her clothes had ripped, so she was nearly stark naked except for a few pieces of clothing that still clung to her.
Janira leaned her head back. She closed her eyes, still wincing once and a while from the insolent prisoner. Then – all at once – the man stopped moving around. After a low rumble, Janira belched louder than anyone Genji had heard before. Her breath stunk of decaying organic matter.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Janira moaned with satisfaction. She laughed with pleasure. She basked in her bloated form, rubbing her belly over and over. “Ugggghhh yes. I have not eaten someone in a long time. I forgot how filling it feels.” Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She looked both pleased and uncomfortable at the same time. She shifted in her seat to get more comfortable. She was so bloated that she could hardly lift herself up fully.
“You!” she snapped, pointing a finger at Genji.
Genji jumped, fearing that he had been staring too long.
“Rub my belly.”
Genji blushed. He nodded and stepped down. He maneuvered a bit to figure out how to best go about trying to rub her belly and where exactly. His brief hesitation was enough to make her snap again. “What are you waiting for? Rub it!”
Genji pressed his hands on her firm, taut belly and began rubbing.
Janira closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
“Yes, that’s better.”
She told him how to grasp her, what motions to make, and where to make them. This went on for some twenty minutes. Whenever he looked up at her, past her enormous gut, he became aroused with a desire of wanting to be crushed by her. He almost let out an incoherent mutter but stopped himself and blushed fiercely.
Genji heard the gas inside start to bubble up. He cringed at first thinking about how the prisoner’s remains were being digested behind her thick layer of skin. Something about it, both horrible and terrifying, made him feel aroused as well. He was an awful man anyway, and it felt excusable. Her dominating nature swallowing him whole made Genji feel small and insignificant in front of her. He imagined her tipping over slowly…until her belly pressed up against his face and his body began to be crushed against the floor….
Janira roared with belches. The gas was working itself up. Each belch was as grotesque and loud as the previous one. She sat there belching for a good twenty minutes, without a care in the world. She looked drunk with satisfaction.
She clapped her hands and ordered the servants to get her wine and beer. A row of some ten servants waited in line as she called up each of them to hand her another jug. She guzzled down each drink in seconds, smashed the jug against the floor, and snapped her fingers at the next servant to come over.
Genji nearly gasped aloud in awe. She could hold so much inside of her. There was no end to the apparent void in her stomach. She stopped in between chugs only to belch out loud, noisily and messily. Spit and alcohol dribbled from her mouth, some even spraying on Genji’s face.
After the last jug, and yet another enormous belch, Janira clapped her hands and called for a hookah. A servant appeared as if of nowhere and lit the hookah for her. The smell of opium spread throughout the room as Janira smoked. She sighed as her eyes became more and more dazed. Her belching never stopped for more than a minute.
“Ahhhh,” Janira said. “This is what it feels like….to have power…to be a queen.” She slapped her belly. “Fed well. Fat. Ahhhh. BrRRRAArrrAAAUUUUUUUrrrrrRRRRRPP! If one does not have to belch then one hasn’t been fully satiated.”
Janira clapped her hands – demanding to be carried to her room.
This made Genji gulp. Carry her? In such an enlarged state?
Luckily, the other bodyguard began getting ready to carry her. He slid a couple poles through holes in the throne. Almost a dozen servants crowded around to help carry her by lifting the poles. Genji slipped in between two servants and grunted as he hoisted the pole above his left shoulder.
The procession was slow. He could tell everyone was trying his best not to buckle his knees or take a stop to relax. Everyone’s tight lip quivered. One trip, one simple hesitation, meant eternal domination.
None of that happened. They managed to carry her to her chambers without worry. Genji stared at everything wide-eyed; it was the first time he stepped foot inside her sacred chambers. The rooms were ornate with fabled treasures and golden trinkets from across the world. No doubt, they were spoils of all the ships that had run aground on her island. She had wooden treasure chests overflowing with golden doubloons, esoteric statues lined up next to each other, fine jewelry of every known precious stone, lost paintings of famous regents, and elaborate tapestries hung on each wall.
They practically dumped her on her bed. By now, she was completely intoxicated with drink and drug. She giggled and drooled and was not aware of the wind she broke.
PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!
PPPRRRRFFFFHhhttt!
prrrRRRRRRMMMPPPBBBBBhhhfffffhhhhHHHHHTTTT!
She rolled over on her side and laughed, then closed her eyes and snored to sleep.
The servants all seemed to relax. They set the poles and the throne down and tip-toed out her chambers. Genji and Hiro were the last to go, being that they were assigned to keep watch outside her chambers for most of the night.
Once everyone had gone, and the hall was dead quiet, Hiro turned to acknowledge his presence for the first time ever. He even looked like he was about to say something. Genji held his breath.
Hiro said, “One day, she will know you have feelings. If I can figure that out, she can. And I pity the man who has feelings for the dread Queen Janira.”
