A Gentleman’s Treat
You learn the hard way that sometimes, restricted areas are best left alone. After all, Hunters are good at delivering punishments.
Fandom: Identity V
Characters: Reader, Jack (”Good Child” skin)
Words: 2,105
CW: Fearplay, digestion mention
“Come out, come out, wherever you are~! I’ll find you soon enough, poppet~!”
You gulped and crouched down more, trying to curl up as tightly as possible within the shadows. Damn it all…this was your fault. The Manor was divided into two halves; one for the Survivors, and one for the Hunters. Being quite the curious soul, you’d wanted to explore the Hunters’ half. The door there was locked, but there was a crack that was big enough for someone shrunken to pass through.
It had taken some effort to convince Kurt to let you borrow Gulliver’s Travels from him, but soon you were carefully holding the book. Reading only a few words had reduced you to the size of a lilliputian, able to slip past the door. It was quite gloomy on the other side, which you’d admittedly expected. And it had been quite harrowing keeping any Hunters from seeing you scurry about.
Unfortunately, you had eventually been spotted by none other than Jack. A charming, if somewhat awkward gentleman much of the time, but also an eerily calm sadist who delighted in the fear of his prey. The man could go from proper to sinister at the drop of a hat, and that’s just what happened as he pursued you. He’d chased you under a door, right into his bedroom. All you could do was crouch behind tins of paint and containers with brushes, praying that he’d lose interest. To make matters worse, you’d dropped the book in your haste.
“Oh poppet, there’s no need to be scared! I only want to play a little,” he called before chuckling. “You know what they say. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy~!” That low, gleeful edge to his tone sent chills through you. He was already a fiend when hunting you down in the Manor “games”, but this was far worse. At least if you were sent off on a rocket chair or “died”, you’d wake up back at the Manor as if nothing had happened.
Now you were utterly trapped; you couldn’t leave without the book! Not only would you be stuck like this for god knows how long, but Kurt would never forgive you! You couldn’t outrun Jack either…who knows what he’d do with you, or if you’d come back from it. You were left to stew in your fear; dread weighed down on you, only to vanish as a paint tin was pulled away.
“Ahh, there you are…~” Jack smirked and reached for you. Your heart practically burst out of your chest, your insides seizing. You had absolutely no hope of escape from the mad painter. Your muscles refused to cooperate as he grabbed you up. With his tall, lanky stature, it would be impossible to land safely.
“No, no, no! Let me go!!” you cried, struggling within his grasp. Jack held you up close, smirking and giving you a good view of his pearly whites. He was admittedly handsome in his current form-nicely sculpted face, tousled silver hair that covered his eyes, and a nicely tailored suit complete with a fancy black top hat. Definitely more pleasant than the horribly pale, faceless, jagged-mouthed, fog creature he often appeared as, but it did little to ease your terror.
“My oh my, you’re much cuter than that Explorer!” he exclaimed. “Speaking of, did you happen to be looking for this?” Jack raised his other hand, showing you the special copy of Gulliver’s Travels held between his fingertips. You gasped and scrambled for it, but it may as well have been a mile away. Jack shook his head and tucked the book into his pocket.
Your blood ran cold as you found yourself completely at the Ripper’s mercy. He was gentle at the moment, carefully rubbing your head with his index finger. It didn’t feel so bad…but you weren’t trusting him. Jack chuckled at your scared little face, watching you tremble as he brought you up to his mouth. His soft lips pressed against your head in a careful kiss, making you blush…but then the tip of his tongue lapped up your cheek. You immediately pulled away, looking up with wide eyes. Had he really just…?
“Awww, don’t tremble so much, luv! I only want to give you a little taste~!” You were given a close view of Jack’s charming grin…and his oddly long, pink tongue sliding across his lips. Warm breath washed over you as his warm, wet tongue laved along your front, each taste bud dragging over you. Jack licked you again and again, humming in delight at your taste. A soft sigh escaped him as he finally relented.
You whined and wiped your hand along your face, attempting to get at least some of the thick slime away. This proved useless as Jack gave you another two licks. You were able to catch a glimpse of his silver eyes underneath his messy hair. There was a teasing mirth in his eyes…but also a hint of hunger.
“Something wrong, poppet? Perhaps you’re realizing just how…appetizing you are?” A sick sinking feeling gripped your innards as it hit you. He was going to eat you.
“How could you be so cruel?!” you yelled. Jack gasped, holding his cheek in mock hurt.
“Oh luv, I’m not that bad! You’re lucky to have met me instead of some of my fellow Hunters,” he remarked. “Luchino might have experimented on you or used you as reptile feed. Joseph might have trapped your adorable self in a photo. Ann’s cat could have nabbed you, the less said about Yidhra, the better…but I’m sure many of them might have just done what I’m about to…”
You watched with wide eyes as Jack dangled you over his mouth. Warmth drifted up like steam as he exhaled, playfully snapping his teeth at your feet. You squeaked and pulled your feet away, not putting it past him to try biting you apart. Although, you quickly realized that it might be better than possibly being digested alive.
Jack slipped your legs onto his tongue, suckling and soaking you in saliva. His lips crept up your body, engulfing your hips, belly, and chest. You shook your head, quietly pleaded, but he only chuckled as he slurped you in. The Ripper’s tongue slathered spit all over you, happily tasting you. It swished you around, stroked along your form, pressed you against the soft inside of his cheeks.
You hissed in disgust, barely able to wriggle much inside his mouth. Jack’s tongue was relentless, keeping you trapped. Not like you could manage to pry open his teeth anyways. You weren’t escaping-that was cemented as Jack tilted his head back, pushing you backwards. Your eyes widened in horror as your feet slipped into the abyss of his throat.
“No, no! Don’t swallow!” you cried. You clawed at his tongue, but it was too slippery to give any purchase. The painter’s throat squeezed around your legs, threatening to pull you downward. Jack opened his mouth, taunting you with a last look at the world. With his teeth framing your view of his room, he gulped, pulling you into his gullet up to your waist. One more swallow sent you down, the light slipping from your view.
Jack’s gullet was tight, squeezing around you in a steady rhythm. You grimaced at the feeling, and an additional pressure. Jack was pressing a finger along the bulge traveling down his throat, delighted little hums vibrating around you. Of course the hunter would delight in your suffering-you were just a mouthful to him, nothing more than a snack for the cruel gentleman.
“Mmmh~…That’s it, slip on down, luv. You’re doing good…~” he cooed in a tone that might have been soothing. You whined as you were pushed deeper into his body, briefly stopping at a particularly tight squeeze. Just as you feared that you would burst, you slipped past the sphincter and landed within his stomach. It groaned around you, briefly squeezing as it determined the size of its new occupant.
You couldn’t believe it-you’d just been eaten. Jack had gobbled you up as easily as he would a tea cake or a slice of ham. You’d reluctantly gotten used to being prey for hunters, but never in the sense of actually being eaten! The air was humid, there wasn’t a speck of light-not like there’d be much to see-and every surface was slimy, slippery, and squishy. As you moved around, trying to get your bearings, the stomach squeezed around you. Jack let out a rather impolite belch a moment later.
“Oh, pardon me!” he exclaimed. “I must say, you’re more filling than I thought! And you feel so nice…I don’t think I’ll need to eat again until dinner!” A chill ran through you at the thought of your fate. You tried to sit up, only to be squished down again as Jack rubbed his belly.
Dread pooled within you again as you desperately felt around. There were only two ways out of Jack’s stomach, and you’d sooner take a flare gun shot to the face than take the lower route. Trying to pry at the throat entrance proved useless. It was too tight, only drawing a few giggles from your captor.
“Don’t fight too much, now! Or do, it feels so wonderfully ticklish,” Jack said. “You fit so perfectly, luv, almost like this was meant to be.” You were about to protest, only to hear the door open. Jack looked up to find Joseph standing there, his bright, pure blue eyes lidded in slight unamusement. “Why, good day! Have I been bothering you, Mr. Desaulniers?” he asked sweetly.
“You’ve been causing an awful racket,” Joseph said. “Anyways, the others want to know if you’re coming down for lunch.” Jack smiled, briefly muffling another burp.
“No thanks, Chap. I just ate.” Jack licked his lips, smirking as if he planned to have the Frenchman for dessert. Joseph grimaced, swiftly leaving the room. He’d never known that a Survivor had snuck into his territory, much less been gulped down whole by a fellow Hunter.
That little interaction brought a horrible realization. No one would know what had happened to you. Kurt would have an idea, but the others would only truly know if Jack taunted them with your fate. Is this really how you’d be remembered? A curious little fool who’d become a snack for a monstrous Englishman? Tears started to brim in your eyes.
“J-Jack, please, come to your senses…” you pleaded. “I don’t want to die in here!” That actually made the Ripper pause…then he chuckled warmly.
“Die?” He said. “Oh sweetheart, no one is allowed to die here! This has already happened a few times before you arrived. I assure you, the reformers work just as well with digestion as they do with bleeding out. It won’t be your end.” That…was quite a shock. You sat there in the gurgling darkness for a good moment.
“You…you mean it? I’m going to be fine?” You asked. Jack gave an affirmative hum.
“Cross my heart, or what’s left of it. I was actually planning to spit you out at some point this time.” He replied.
A wave of relief washed over you. You were still trapped in a Hunter’s guts and soaked in slime, but at least your story wouldn’t end within the churning depths of his belly.
“Of course, I could digest you if you wanted, let you revive later. You’d look lovely on my hips, dear.” Jack said. That brought a new bout of squirming and yelling from you. He laughed and patted you again. “Alright, I won’t! But do get cozy; it’ll be a few hours before I let you back out.”
You carefully nestled into the folds along his stomach walls. While Jack went about his business outside, you listened to the inner workings of his body. Up above was his somewhat erratic heartbeat, the rush of air through his lungs, and content humming. Below was the low groaning of his intestines, and you could almost imagine the sound of his blood flow. As gross as this should have felt, it was oddly relaxing now. Soothing, even.
The gentle rocking motion of his gut as he walked cradled you. You’d gotten used to the darkness, damp warmth, and even the slime. You gave a soft sigh as you were slowly eased into slumber. It was soft within your captor’s tummy, and the thrill of your little adventure had worn you out. And the gentle rubbing told you that Jack didn’t mind you taking a small nap at all, safely tucked away inside him.
