The late-blooming prince Kane Marl was first in line to inherit an incredibly prestigious royal throne in Northern Bolva. His bountiful royal privileges enabled an implausibly hedonistic and carefree lifestyle for the developing ruler. Little did the Marl noble know or care, but his extravagances were borne off the efforts of countless royal agents and tireless peasant-serfs. The princeling had gladly settled into his ill-defined role, and honed a habit of partying and merry-making, interspersed with his one, life's passion; pet ownership. On his twentieth birthday, Kane was gifted a rare dire wolf-dog hybrid. The canine beast was half feral, but the steadfast royal rapidly tamed the fast-growing creature into an obedient pet of his. Naming the great wolf-dog Maxwell, the beast grew and grew, until it stood taller than a man while padding along on all four paws.
Still, the dire canine was deferring to his small, human master, who had raised the creature from an impressionable pup. The giant hound was Kane's lapdog, and the prince was often seen riding on the shaggy beast's back. Still, noble Maxwell had some eccentric traits to him. The wolf-dog was an opportunistic and voracious predator, with a keen preference for female prey. Kane Marl's opulent mansion was gradually stripped of most female serving staff, as the hunt-happy hound consigned numerous innocent woman to an ignoble and protracted internment within the great beast's merciless stomach. Maxwell was sizeable and flexible enough to gulp women down whole and alive. The voracious canine developed an infamous reputation for his habit of skillfully avoiding chewing or damaging his feminine prey while gobbling them down whole.
Given his status and wealth, Kane was more than happy to feed into his groomed pet's predatory predilections. Maxwell never wanted for beautiful, voluptuous prey, and the gluttonous, gigantic hound had sampled numerous different species and types of exotic women. Still, Kane did not take the taskof keeping his shaggy pet loyal to his commands lightly. The prince was always teaching his pets new treats, indulging him with 'treats' to help the commands take root in the canine's quick-witted, but bestial, mind.
This fine morning, Kane was excitedly walking along his sprawling royal estate grounds towards Maxwell's personal kennel, with a long-time servant of his, named Gwen. The woman was an extremely tall, bronze-skinned elf woman, originally from a far away land Kane struggled to recount. She was older now, but still quite beautiful and shapely. Kane had known her since he was extremely young, and had often been taken grown up around the steadfast elven servant. The prince had even lost his virginity to the kindly, older elf woman, though that was a long-kept secret between the two. As they walked, Kane kept the conversation light and trivial, avoiding the main subject of their visit to his dire wolf-dog that day.
"So, tell me about your daughter again?" Kane asked his old acquaintance, attempting to bring the woman out of her natural, elvish shyness. "The one who works in the kitchens. Carla."
"She is a brave and lovely girl," Gwen said, before averting her eyes and breaking into a fleeting smile, "Though her cooking skills are terrible."
"I agree," Kane laughed, "but she will rise above those culinary failings very soon, I am sure. I'll need a royal cook for when I'm king, one day. After all, you're the best cook on the block. I'm sure your daughter just needs time to learn from you."
"I believe you are right, my prince," Gwen agreed, pleased at the thought of Kane reigning as ruler someday. "She is working to improve her talents, but she has no formal training yet."
"No matter," Kane continued, "I can always rely on you to pick up the slack! You have taken good care of me, after all! It would be my pleasure to do the same for your family!"
"Yes, you've been a fine master to us, as well," Gwen agreed, taking Kane's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Please take care of yourself, dear prince."
"Yes, of course," Kane grinned, looking down at the agile fingers in his hand. "But back to this visit today. I am sure Maxwell will appreciate to learn new tricks from my old friend!"
"Tricks? This sounds like an odd request," Gwen said, frowning slightly. "You want to train your pet today, do you?"
"Of course I do," Kane grinned. "The great Maxwell is one of the finest hunting dogs in the country. Surely you know that!"
"I suppose, but--"
"Besides," Kane continued, "you've seen my pet before, and you know what a magnificently fierce creature he is!"
"I agree, of course," Gwen sighed.
"Don't worry, dear," Kane said, touching her hand again, "just remember how you raised me, and you should be just fine."
"Yes," Gwen nodded, smiling shyly at the kind prince. She knew his command to mean that she was to remain quiet while Kane led her forward. Still, Gwen didn't trust Kane completely, as he had proven himself quite capable of deceiving her on multiple occasions over the years. Gwen knew she had little recourse in the matter, though, so reluctantly followed along.
"Then let us proceed with our lesson!" Kane said, playfully tugging on Gwen's hand as he walked her forward, "Maxwell's kennel is this way."
Gwen followed after the princeling, watching Kane's handsome face and prancing hips from behind.
Once they arrived at Maxwell's kennel, Kane opened the gate, and the two entered the large building. Maxwell was lying on his belly inside, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun through the open rafters. Gwen could hear the massive hound growling to itself, while scratching at the sandy floor beneath its enormous paws. The young elf woman had heard the dire wolf-dog howl often enough, but she wasn't used to seeing it. Seeing the huge creature up close made her feel uneasy.
"Steady, Maxwell," Kane said, kneeling down before his loyal pet. He lifted Maxwell's head, exposing his dog's maw, and held it open for Gwen to see.
"Very good, my prince," Gwen said with a trepidatious smile, gazing into the beasts slavering muzzle. "I have never seen your beast look so obedient."
"Are you sure?" Kane grinned. "Maxwell is always eager for a treat, and he loves to go after any prey that comes within his sights. Here, let me try one more time. Maxwell, 'Stay!'"
The dire wolf-dog's ears perked up slightly at the familiar phrase, and Kane tossed a small biscuit into Maxwell's maw. The gigantic hound began trying to eat it in a blink, but Kane's commands were effective. Within seconds, Maxwell stopped growling and remained still, eschewing the offering placed in his maw.
"That's an excellent trick!" Gwen exclaimed, impressed. "He's acting just as you asked him to!"
"Yes," Kane smiled, happy to have earned his pet's obedience, "with a little patience and practice, I am sure we'll be able to teach Maxwell even greater discipline."
"I look forward to it," Gwen said with a light smile.
"Now, this is the part where things get tricky," Kane continued, still kneeling before his pet. He took Maxwell's enormous head in his hand and brought it close to Gwen. "We need to establish that these commands work even when Max is hungry! We need to ensure that my great wolf-dog won't decide to just eat his treat, after I leave him alone."
"What do you mean?" Gwen asked, looking into the beast's dark eyes and examining its gigantic maw.
"Well, dear," Kane began, his voice a bit lower, "you know how hungry Maxwell gets from time to time. To make sure my pet knows to listen to my commands even when he is very hungry, I'm going to have you put in his maw. You see, once his mouth closes on you and I leave, my orders are going to be much more difficult to remember as his hunger rises."
Gwen looked at Kane with a profoundly shocked expression on her face, as he allowed the gentle elf woman to inspect the dire wolf-dog's maw. She was familiar with Kane's cruel loyalty game,s and wasn't afraid of the prince's manipulative nature. Gwen knew that Maxwell would obediently follow through with the tasks that Kane gave him, but she didn't like being treated like a piece of meat. The long-time elven servant believed that this was simply a test of her devotion to the prince, and nothing more. She had already proven her loyalty many times over to the spoiled prince. Still, Gwen wasn't ready for her master to truly push his perverted fetishes onto her, especially in such a barbaric manner.
"Very well," Gwen sighed, seeing no way around the assignment Kane had given her. "I shall go inside of Maxwell's maw, as ordered... if you absolutely insist."
Gwen turned and knelt down before the dire wolf-dog. She held her breath, as Maxwell's gigantic fangs came within inches of her behind. The beast's dark eyes seemed to show affection, and Gwen had to fight the urge to release the gasp trapped in her throat.
"Good boy!" Kane cheered, as he gave the elven woman an affectionate pat on the head. "Keep your eyes on me! That's it, great Maxwell."
As soon as Gwen felt Kane's hand push down on her shoulders, she kneeled down and lowered herself towards the dire wolf-dog's snout.
"Here we go!" Kane said, as he pressed Gwen into Maxwell's mouth, while at the same time holding the elf woman's body steady by the shoulders.
Gwen could feel her feet start to slide backwards inside of Maxwell's massive jaws, but she tried not to panic as the wolf-dog's enormous teeth began closing around her legs. Despite her reservations, Maxwell began to pull Gwen into his broad maw, and she grimaced slightly as she felt her shoulder slide against the hound's ridged palate. Gwen pressed her hands against Maxwell's jaws to help keep herself from being pulled down into the beast's monstrous mouth too deep. Though, even with her fingers pressing against the dog's huge jaws, Gwen was still slowly sliding further and further into the dire wolf-dog's throat.
"Good boy!" Kane cheered as he watched his pet start to devour Gwen, "be gentle with her, will you?"
The canine's large jaws clamped down on Gwen's head and shoulders, and the elf woman let out a pained scream. She felt as though she had been slammed down into Maxwell's throat, but the beast had only just started to swallow her. Gwen knew that she would be able to resist being consumed alive if she kept her wits about her. The frightened elf servant glanced up at Kane through the gaps between Maxwell's teeth, before he suddenly released his hold on her shoulders.
"You're doing very well!" Kane said with a proud grin, patting the dire wolf-dog's head. The young prince leaned over and kissed the beast's cheek before turning and looking back to Gwen. "Good, now let yourself slide deeper inside... but not too deep!"
Gwen gulped nervously as she felt more of her body being drawn into the canine's maw, as her left arm was slid deep down Maxwell's throat. The intense pressure increased significantly at this point, as Gwen's limbs were being pushed past the point of discomfort. She could feel her entire body trembling under the strain, as she tried to fight against the suction. In the back of Gwen's mind, she wondered if perhaps the dire wolf-dog wasn't as well trained as he seemed. Perhaps her master simply wanted to humiliate and degrade her, and forcing a poor elf servant girl to literally put herself in his pet's mouth was a temporary, twisted test. Yet, Gwen wasn't certain of anything, and felt quite terrified of how far she was being drawn into the giant hound's dark maw.
"Go on, you can do it," Kane encouraged, petting his wolf-dogs's snout fondly. "The harder you try to resist, the tighter the jaws are going to squeeze down on you! That's it, keep moving in! Good elf, good Maxwell, you're both doing perfectly."
Maxwell's massive jaws closed down on Gwen's head and shoulders, squeezing her tightly together in his moist confines. Gwen could feel the jaws opening and closing around her body slightly, as if Maxwell was chewing a softball while still holding her in his oral grip. It was too late for her to let go of the dire wolf-dog's jaw. Her hand was now pinned against Maxwell's jaws, with her fingers pressed hard against the beast's cheeks. Gwen saw her feet slipping deep below her in the canine beast's gullet, before she finally felt his jaws clamp down on the back of her head. She screamed out in pain as her back began to buck under Maxwell's brutal gulping motions. The pressure started to increase the moment she was buried into the canine's maw, and Gwen suddenly found herself being crushed and squeezed by Maxwell's mighty jaws.
"Good!" Kane cheered, as he continued to rub the dire wolf-dogs's head affectionately. "Maxwell, 'Stay!' do not eat Gwen!"
Maxwell stopped his gruesome act, and Gwen struggled to regain control over her ragged breathing. She wasn't able to get a proper breath at first, and it was all she could do to just draw in small gasps of air through the narrow gap between the dire wolf-dog's teeth. Gwen began to shiver, as the intense pressure inside the dog's maw lingered, while her left arm continued to slip further into Maxwell's tight throat. With every passing second, Gwen felt less like herself and more like a scared animal in an immense trap. She couldn't help but notice how calm Kane seemed. His entire demeanor had changed since he ordered her into his pet's mouth.
Kane watched the maid wriggle slightly deeper into Maxwell's pink maw, as the dire wolf-dog held her tightly in its embrace. The noble prince reached up and pet the dogs perky ears. Kane felt a pang of guilt as he watched the maid struggle, knowing that he was effectively punishing her for obeying him. Seeing the maid writhe in the dire wolf-dog's mouth reminded Kane of the maid's talent and beauty. Though he certainly had no problem forcing her into the beast's jaws, he didn't want to humiliate the woman any more than necessary, which made the prince thankful that the dire wolf-dog was so obedient and did as it was told... usually.
"There we are," Kane said with a relieved expression. "See? You're doing very well."
"Please let me out," Gwen sighed, breathing heavily.
The young maid focused on not losing herself under the extreme pressure, before she finally caught her breath. She felt her body relax somewhat from the intense pain and discomfort, as she began to adjust to the slippery gorges of the wolf-dog's clenching throat. Though, when Gwen finally dared to look at her master again, she saw that he seemed just as relaxed as ever, as though the experience was completely non-threatening.
"Now, I'm going to leave!'" Kane said with an arrogant smirk, "and you need to hold still inside of Maxwell's mouth until I get back."
Gwen wanted to protest and explain why it was dangerous to keep her body in a position like this for so long, but she knew that Kane wouldn't listen, so instead she simply held onto the dire wolf-dog's jaw with her right hand as ordered. The hound continued to stare intently at Kane, its tongue hanging out of his mouth and running across the elf's face. Every now and then, Kane would pet the big beast's head, before rewarding him for excellent performance.
After a few minutes, Kane stepped away and left the girl in the dire wolf-dog's jaws. Gwen could feel Maxwell's hot breath blowing against her naked shoulders and chest, though the massive jaws didn't close down on her anymore. After several moments of waiting, the young maid began to suspect that her master had simply left, and that Gwen's punishment was far from over.
The next day, the noble prince returned to check if his dog had obeyed the 'stay' command, after being ordered not to eat or swallow his elf captive without permission. When Kane entered the kennel where his pet sat upon the sandy floor, he was met with a disturbing sight. His beloved dire wolf-dog was lying there, looking very ashamed and depressed, and a massive bulge was visible in the side of Maxwell's muscular midsection, shifting in a mad frenzy.
Maxwell let out a plaintive whine, and tried to crawl away from his human master, but was stopped by Kane's firm yell. Kane slapped his own thigh and scolded Maxwell for his terrible disobedience. He reprimanded the loyal beast for disregarding his orders to not eat the elf woman unless told so first. It was a disappointing and humiliating spectacle, as Gwen cried for help during the whole thing from within, while Kane went about ordering his pet to behave. The maid's body was jiggling wildly inside the dire wolf-dog's stomach, and she pleaded for help from the arrogant prince. Though Maxwell wasn't really getting the point of the lesson, he still felt the sting of his master's disappointment.
Once Kane finished yelling at Maxwell for disobeying him, the canine rose to his feet. Though Gwen continued to wail and beg for help, the prince ignored the girl and inspected the interior of the dire wolf-dog. Kane watched carefully and prodded at the bulge in Maxwell's stomach, searching for the location where his pet had sequestered his latest living meal. Kane patted down Maxwell's fur, all the way down to his belly, before he finally found his prey, crushed and squashed into a miserable lump within Maxwell's midsection. The canine had swallowed the big elf woman sometime earlier, and so he wound up sending the poor maiden on a long, torturous trek across his midriff to her current ignoble location.
Kane threw back his head and laughed at his pet's persistent disobedience. Little did Kane know, but the mighty hound had learned his lesson, and so when his master would next command him not to swallow, his pet would obey. The next time Maxwell was ordered to stay, he would do what his master wanted without hesitation, and only eat when given permission to do so. Kane rubbed Maxwell's head while Gwen's screams continued unabated. The prince knew that training was far from over for his beloved dire wolf-dog. It would take some time for Maxwell to learn the important lessons he had to master over the coming years, to serve as a fit royal animal.
With the stress of the ordeal behind him, Maxwell stretched out and relaxed on the floor of the kennel. The loyal canine's muscles strained with a bit of fatigue after carrying the heavy maid through his digestive system, but he didn't mind. Though she did suffer quite a bit from Maxwell's predacious behavior, Kane had no intention of intervening. Gwen cried throughout the whole ordeal as the prince just watched the strange sight from a short distance away.
A short while later, when Gwen had finally settled down in Maxwell's stomach, and was beginning to digest, the elven maid looked about ready to give in. Kane spoke to her gently and sympathetically, so as not to make her feel any more miserable than she already felt.
"My love," he said affectionately, "I thank you for your service to the Marl throne, but this is where your employment ends."
"What?" Gwen asked, taken off guard by the sudden revelation. "Why? I thought you were just going to teach Maxwell to-"
"Don't worry, this will just take a few more days, or perhaps even a week," Kane said reassuringly. "Maxwell isn't a bad boy, I promise. This is an important part of his training, and needs to be done properly, or it'll affect the way he thinks about his masters' orders."
"You're keeping me here?" Gwen said in despair. "Why? I thought you were going to let me go?"
"Oh no, not at all," Kane assured her. "You've suffered enough, but my pet needs to digest you fully and thoroughly, he's still growing."
"What?" Gwen protested. "But--"
"And so I'll have to keep you here for a couple more days, or possibly even a week," Kane said reassuringly, before smiling warmly at the elf maid. "That'll give him plenty of time to finish digesting you. You're rather big, and I don't want Maxwell getting an upset stomach now that he's finally got a decent meal down. I won't allow you to leave, my dear. It seems like such a waste for you to be digested inside the dog's stomach, but he hasn't been eating well lately."
"But, but--" Gwen said angrily as she struggled against the huge wolf-dog's muscular chest, trying to break free of his grasp. Kane simply smiled and patted her squirming outline on the head, all while Gwen cried pitifully over being trapped inside of the dire wolf-dog's stomach. She was confused and dismayed by how quickly Kane had made up his mind to keep her captive. The young maid sobbed for mercy and for help, though none seemed forthcoming.
The elven woman felt ashamed and disgusted with herself for allowing herself to be captured in the first place. Being in the dire wolf-dog's stomach was pure torture. It stank horribly, like an entire sewer full of dead fish, and it wasn't comfortable, either. Gwen shuddered at the thought of where the brute had shoved her, wondering if she'd still have the strength to fight back. All she could do was lie there and wait to be digested.
In the end, Gwen spent a total of six days inside of the massive canine's gut, until finally the wolf-dog's body finished digesting her.
***
Kane returned to the kennel to check on his pet's developing obedience to his orders. This time, he came back with someone different, though familiar, for Maxwell's latest lesson. In fact, the dire wolf-dog appeared to be in a good mood, and could barely contain its excitement as Kane led Carla into the kennel. The canine rose up to his feet and barked excitedly at his master, before letting out a friendly wag of his tail. He laid his head on the floor, and spread his legs in front of his master, in the position that told Kane that Maxwell was ready to accept a new training challenge.
"Very good," Kane said with pride, "Maxwell is eager to start this lesson, it seems. Are you ready to obey your master's commands? Good! Carla, you're going to help me teach Maxwell here a very important lesson about food discipline and the 'stay' command!"