The Duchess had always been an incredibly gluttonous woman. Ever since she had taken the title from her mother, she had used her new found power to indulge her appetite in more unique and extreme ways.
Yet it was during a rare trip through the darkest streets of the one of the towns that she had dominion over that she discovered a whole new way to feed her hungers. A unique auction house where the owners, a mysterious and cryptic woman, had guaranteed her a way to glut herself on a truly limitless type of food. The Duchess was intrigued by the proposition and when the next auction came, her vast treasury was utilized to buy what the mysterious woman had promised: beautiful young slave girls and a very special potion of the woman's own creation.
After arriving back at her manor, Cassandra wasted no time in having her handmaidens set up the banquet hall, giving her most trusted maiden the instructions of what to do with the slave girls. Within the hour, all 21 slave girls were set upon the huge oak table that Cassandra dined off, bound and gagged as per Cassandra's instruction.
With a quick movement she downed the strange potion and looked hungrily at her vast meal. The handmaidens watched, stunned, as their Duchess gorged herself on the girls. While they had seen her gluttony before, they had never seen anything like THIS. The fact that she was devouring them whole was a truly shocking sight (though, as professional as always, they kept their shock and amazement behind a wall of stoicism).
As Cassandra swallowed the penultimate girl, she placed a hand delicately on her massive gurgling belly, the movements within giving her unexpectedly immense pleasure. The room fell silent as she paused to enjoy the sensation in her gut, the only noises being the faint muffled screams from her meal and the gentle rumbles of her stomach.
Many assumed that being a Duchess automatically meant that one would was refined and delicate, that such a lady would never be so crude as to belch after a meal. However, this was certainly not the case when it came to Cassandra, who was quite happy to let loose during and after any meal. Patting her chest with her open palm elicited an eruption that could scarcely be called a belch as it was more akin to the bellow of a monster. It echoed through the hall and even managed to tussle the hair of some of her handmaidens. It was strong and long enough to bring forth from her vast gut one of the gags that she had devoured by accident.
As the eruption ended, Cassandra smiled and looked down at the last slave girl, a huge grin plastered on her face. Never before had she experienced such a sensation from a meal. She would have to visit the auction house again.
Preferably within the week.
Tags: Samesize, vore belly, multiple victims, burping,
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Story by darkflame8/phoenixdeath888 |
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Artwork by Altercomics-Facundo Percio |
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