Mary slides wetly from her first prison to what will soon be her last. The body of the girl wriggles intensely as she tries to free herself from the impending end that awaits her and you greedily suck up her small, but perky breasts, considerate enough to lick over them before they fully slide past into your gullet. Natasha stares on raptly and brushes a stray tear from her eye.

"I am sorry, Mary. But you were bad," she says with a stern look.

A flat stomach with an annoyingly scratchy bell ring passes through and you have to squirm your tongue around to keep the little piece of metal from cutting it. What a naughty girl indeed. Rae grunts tremendously and flexes her thighs one more time as the rest of Mary spills out into the open air to hang distended from your greedy mouth.

Mary, feeling her last slim chance at freedom, bucks her hips wildly in an attempt to slip free. Her hopes are cut short when you reel yourself back and tilt your head so that her legs kick uselessly high in the air. The string of muffled cursing stops in horrified silence.

SSSSSSLLLLLUUURRRRP! The hips, legs and feet slide in with a single, fluid motion. Your mouth claps shut with deadly force behind the heels of her feet which you chuckle around for some added effect before swallowing. Natasha and Rea applaud your performance and you give as much of a flourishing bow as possible with the newly added bulge in your stomach.

Finally, the now much more timid voice of Mary speaks up. All the fight and anger seems to have drained away to a cold fear as she asks, "W-what are you g-gonna do to me? And why me?!"

"Rae?" you say coolly. "Would you please tell our contestant what she's won?" You grin toothily with your best "Game Show Host" look and Rae and Natasha giggle. Rae regains her composure and sits on the ground to soothingly run her hand over your writhing belly.

"Well, Algie, our friend Mary has won a first class, one way, ticket on the digestive train," she says vindictively. "That'll teach her."

"NATASHA! PLEASE! W-WE'RE FRIENDS, RIGHT?!" The voice wails from within.

Natsha looks pitifully at the lump within you. "I thought you were friend, but you are nothing but bad girl. And Bad girls are being punished." The voice from within you silences hopelessly. You give a resounding belch and excuse yourself. No need to be rude after all in the presence of ladies.

Natasha and Rae massage your meal as you all listen to the small whimpers and moans of the victim within. Before long her rigid outline receeds into a liquid bulb that squishes with the touch and you all bid a fond farewell to your "friend".

Alone the three of you sit. You, the self-proclaimed Judge, Jury and Executioner. Not that you mind. You could get used to this. It is Natasha who finally breaks the silence between you.

"Who is being next?" Her acceptance of this practice continues to surprise you, but you have to admit the question had already been wandering through your mind. "Perhaps Anna?" she finally says. "She may be friend from Russia, but she cheat. Always cheat on American test since we come here."

Rae raises her head from your lap slowly with a devilish grin on her face. "There's always Prestocia." Ah, how could you have forgotten her? Prestocia was the lead cheerleader for your school. A tall and curvy, light-skinned black girl, she was a very tasty thought indeed. She was well known for her abuse of the lower classmen and being outright snotty to people in general because of her family's wealth.

What a decision.