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Warning: hard vore, blood, and gore.

A pleasantly warm morning made Jill decide to take a walk through the city park. A few apples and pears from the family fruit bowl were hardly a meal, but she could wait until later to satisfy her particular tastes.

The city had just cut the grass, so the park looked to be very well taken care of. The well placed plots of flowers were still covered in gemstones of dew, which was quickly evaporating and being carried away by a breeze just strong enough to prevent humidity from building up but not so powerful as to cause a chill.

Jill broke into a jog when she realized the excess heat would simply be swept away. She was totally alone for the longest time, until the woman nearly missed a girl sitting on a park bench. Jogging backwards and continuing to run in place, she looked the girl up and down, realizing she was sleeping.

She was wearing those interesting shoes that imitated barefoot running, with jogging shorts and a tight t-shirt covering her lightly tanned skin. Her hands rested on her lap, with her head slumped forward so that her roughly ear-length reddish-brown hair obscured the sides of her face. A pleasant fruity scent seemed to be originating from her body, making Jill's mouth water. Was that strawberries? Cherries? Raspberries?

Jill looked all around, walking about to confirm that, yes, to her delight, they were the only people in the park.

Time for a real breakfast.

She got down on her knees in front of the girl on the bench, thankfully cushioned in her position by soft mulch, and got a good look at her face. Jill made a point of always setting to memory the faces of her prey. The soon-to-be meal had dainty, girlish features that matched her youthful figure nicely. A few freckles dotted her cheeks and nose, and her mouth hung open slightly as she dozed. A very cute girl all told. Jill knew she was going to be delectable.

The hungry predator set to stretching out her jaw, silently popping it out of alignment as only an expert in the art of consumption could. She gently took the girl's hands in hers and guided them to her expectant maw.

She tasted just as her scent had led Jill to hope she would, but she wasn't honestly expecting her flavor to be this strong. Tart and sweet mixed beautifully in her mouth as the girl's fingers reached the back of Jill's mouth and began to angle down into her throat, a light saltiness that remained from the jogging her prey was resting from helped to accentuate and balance the fruity flavor. Jill kept the suction steady and fairly rapid, not knowing when someone might happen upon the pair. This was unfortunate, as the girl was completely different from any other meal Jill had had before, and she doubted many people like this existed.

She only began to stir by the time her forearms were already halfway in. Jill watched the girl's eyes flutter to blink away the sleepiness. She only noticed something was off when she was unable to bring up her hands to rub her eyes. It took a moment for her to take the situation in, but when she realized her predicament, the girl panicked, as was typical of prey.

"What are you do— let me go!" She looked everywhere for someone to help, but arrived at the same conclusion that had led Jill to attempt this risky process in a public place. She was alone with the woman who was going to eat her.

Jill gently smiled up at her victim with her eyes. She loved a struggle, pointless as it may be. Even with only a relatively small amount of the girl inside her, Jill's muscular throat was able to clamp down on prey with a terrible force that only allowed it to move in one direction: deeper.

The girl stood up, but Jill only mimicked the move, knowing that their positioning mattered little. Jill stood her ground as her meal tried to back away, not realizing she was basically switching their places. Now Jill sat down, pulling the girl with her. She planted herself firmly on the bench, and the girl realized she wouldn't be able to move her assailant from that spot.

Her eyes went wide as the realization that this was how she was going to die dawned upon her, or at least that was what Jill thought she saw in the expression. Then, the girl's eyes narrowed, a plan hatching that benefited from this position. Jill didn't like that look. It was too confident for doomed prey.

The girl jumped up onto the bench and landed with her left foot between Jill's thighs. She rotated her hips and brought her right foot up to Jill's head, pushing down hard. Once she had a good grip, which was helped by her form-fitting shoes, her left foot rose up to rest on Jill's right shoulder, taking advantage of the fact that her arms weren't going anywhere to use them as an anchor as she maneuvered into this position.

Now Jill was annoyed. The girl was using her deceptively powerful legs and her own attacker's body to halt, but thankfully not reverse the progress she had made on her meal. She began to suck much harder, and steadily, the girl continued to disappear into her body, now finally in up to her elbows, but Jill couldn't enjoy her meal with rubber soles pushing down on her face and chest, and she couldn't move her own arms, which were anchored behind the bench so she could hold her head upright, denying the girl an ally in gravity and keeping the path down to her stomach fairly straight. Still, they both knew that the girl was going to completely lose the ability to extend her legs soon, which would mark the end of any marginally meaningful struggle.

Once again, Jill gave the girl a sweet eye-smile, which only enraged the prey. A low growl began to rise up from the girl's diaphragm, steadily graduating into an angry scream as she dug in to her last stores of adrenaline-enhanced strength.

Something was wrong. Jill began to taste blood as the girl briefly started to gain some ground, increasing her leverage. She couldn't bite down with her jaw unhinged, but still clamped down as hard as possible with her throat to stop any reversal until the girl finally exhausted herself. A section of previously hidden forearm showed growing tears caused by scraping against Jill's teeth as the girl began to literally pull her arms off, explaining the blood. Rage kept the girl from realizing what she was doing to herself until it was far too late.

With her skin weakened by the now sizeable slashes, muscle and tendon steadily reached their limit in turn, and with a final, disgusting rip, the girl launched backwards and landed in a heap.

What Jill had gotten of her arms slid unpleasantly down her throat, coating it in salty, coppery ichor. She only watched in horror as the girl, now bleeding profusely, struggled to her knees and examined her wounds. Her right arm had been amputated at the shoulder; a short length of bone still barely attached by a few frayed tendons, and spilled blood down her side, while her left arm still continued down to a now pointless elbow. She was alternating between screaming and taking short gasps of air. This stopped when a realization dawned upon the doomed girl. She turned to face Jill, tears streaming down her face.

Using her left stump as a cane, the girl began to crawl towards her killer, muttering something the woman couldn't make out until she was closer.

"Give them back."

Jill was dumbstruck that this girl was still moving.

"Please, I want them back." She turned her head up to meet Jill's eyes. The predator couldn't look away.

"I…"

"Give. Them. Back." That she could manage to intimidate given her condition was nothing short of miraculous. Or perhaps terrifying.

"I can't, I'm sor—"

"…Please."

The girl was turning pale from blood loss. Her eyes began to glaze over as death pulled her down.

Jill saw her lips still moving, and without thinking, got down to listen to the girl's final words.

"—was such a warm morning. How… how come it's so cold now?"

Her eyes remained slightly open as a final breath escaped the girl's lungs, coming out in a wet rattle. The blood that had been pouring from her wounds steadily slowed down until only a trickle seeped from each stump.

Jill was sitting in a pool of human blood.

She had become accustomed to death, when it happened inside her. The struggling would slow and eventually stop as prey simply fell mercifully asleep. This was nothing like that. Jill felt like a murderer. She turned to void her stomach away from the corpse, but nothing came, demonstrating the power of that organ to hold on to everything that entered it.

Self-preservation couldn't overwhelm the paralysis holding Jill in place. Someone later found the scene and called the police. Jill didn't put up a fight.
After only a week on death row, the woman was found dead in her cell. She had torn her abdomen open with her bare hands and ripped out her stomach.