Your time of pleasant repose comes to an end when you feel Rick moving around inside you. For a moment, you consider it nothing of importance, but it soon becomes clear he is up to something, something you need to know about...

"Rick! What are you doing?"

"You recall what I told you about me and Becky?”

“Well, yes..”

“And how much she enjoyed it?”

“Yes, but…”

“Well, you are going to enjoy it too.”

“Wait! I don’t…” But Rick isn’t listening, and he has somehow reached your most sensitive area, from the inside! You reflexively try to slap his hands away, but there is nothing, of him anyway, that you can touch. You are virtually helpless to stop him.
This is just weird. Every story you have heard paints the vore as powerful, dominating the situation, while his or her victim was helpless. So now you are the vore and Rick is your “victim”, and he has been in total control of the situation. [Well, he didn’t physically force his way down your throat, but it was his decision that you eat him, one you were reluctant to go along with.] Now, when he is supposed to be nothing more than a meal, he is “attacking” you and more easily than if you were facing him. This isn’t how vores and their victims behave, is it? It is the victim, not the vore who is supposed to beg for mercy!

But begging is about all you can do. “Rick, Stop!”…”Please stop”… “Rick…” … “please Rick”, but no mercy is extended, and eventually you are yelling “Oh Rickie!” as you explode into a thousand pieces.

You are flat on your back as you hear Rickie asking “Enjoyed that?”, a stupid question. “You are not to do it again…anyway.”

“Sure you don’t want me to?” A question joined with another internal caress that is very pleasant for all its uninvited nature.

You keep trying to argue with him, but you have to admit, he has a strong case. If you are going to have the pleasure of eating him, why shouldn't he have some pleasure too?, particularly when that also pleases you? It's not easy to explain you are not pleased by being pleased.
But he has an even stronger "argument", that being his ability to stimulate you at any time. It is at the least very distracting, indeed downright confusing. And quite enjoyable. But it makes rational discussion impossible. When you go over the top for the 2nd time, you can't remember whether you were begging him to stop, or not to. Maybe both.

You get some relief [which you are not sure you want] as Rickie settles down for a nap. You start to get some much needed rest too, but then you recall you had promised Mother to call home. Perhaps this will be a good time to do so. Or maybe after you finish that nap.