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Janet and the Snake

by Anonymous

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© Copyright 2005 - Anonymous - Used by permission

Storycodes: Snake/f; swallow; vore; eaten; nc; XX

Note from the author: I hereby place this work of fiction into the public domain

Janet broke into the clearing in the remote woods. She was a striking young woman with long blonde hair. She had been hiking all day and was tired, so she decided to rest in this idyllic spot. She took out a towel from her back-pack and threw it on to the ground. Being an avid nature lover, she had always been proud of her all-over tan. Quickly she removed her T-shirt revealing small but perfectly shaped breasts. Her shorts and panties followed quickly revealing a wonderfully hard and rounded bottom. Kicking off her hiking boots and socks, she stretched sensuously a few times and lay down on her back to soak up the late afternoon sun.

At sixteen, she had the wonderful youthful body that drove older men wild, and laying there on her back her pretty perky breasts did not droop or sag, but stood firmly and provocatively from her chest. Her reddish-blonde bush glistened with sweat in the sun. Her mind drrifted wistfully back to the previous evening when she had laid in a similar position on her bed as her boyfriend had lain on top of her, between her legs, penetrating her. Cozy, sensual feelings flooded through her body as she drifted off to sleep. 

The huge snake slithered from the undergrowth. It was hungry. It had not eaten for a week, and now it was hunting again. Its forked tongue darted in and out of its mouth as it searched the air for a scent of prey. It was immediately rewarded by traces of the breath and perspiration of a warm blooded creature - its favorite prey. Such a sweet smell to the hungry predator. Silently and effortlessly the snake made its way to the doomed girl. She was not moving and the snake wondered if she was already dead. But no, the huge animal detected the rise and fall of her chest as she drew in her breath. It circled the girl a few times, deciding on the best plan of attack. Suddenly it made its move. It grabbed Janet's left leg in its powerful jaws, and held it fast in a vice-like grip. 

Janet was shocked into sudden wakefulness. At first she was disoriented and did not realize what was happening. She felt a crushing pressure on her leg. As sleep cleared from her mind she came to the awful realization that an an enormous snake had her leg in its mouth. Larger than anything she had seen before - in a zoo, or on television. She instinctively started to struggle. She kicked with her other leg, its head, its eyes, and its body, but to no avail. She pushed her free foot against its reptillian lips. The snake saw its opportunity and grabbed at her other leg. Janet gave a short, sharp scream and started to panic. What was she going to do. 

She had not yet come to the full realization of the awfulness of her predicament, and felt in no immediate danger. Well, it was pretty scary, but she would manage to escape somehow. She tried kicking her legs inside the snake's mouth but she could hardly budge them. She looked around her in a vain hope that something would be available to help her escape. A large rock or branch maybe; something she could hit the snake with. 

The snake slowly moved its upper jaw forward. Janet screamed as the small spiny teeth scraped along her shins. She saw small droplets of blood forming on her skin. And then to her horror the snake pulled back with its top jaw, pulling her feet into its throat. Janet gasped. This was not supposed to happen! She was supposed to get out, not get pulled further in! She looked down in horror. She was up to her knees in the mouth of a huge carnivore.It intended to eat her; make her its next meal. The snake repeated the motion, moving his upper jaw forward again, this time scraping along the skin of her lovely thighs as her calfs were pulled into the throat. 

Janet began to realize that she was not going to escape; at least not on her own. Her attempts had been futile and without purpose. The snake knew exactly what it was doing. It was pulling her slowly inside of its body, something it had long practice at doing. Janet on the other hand was improvising - badly. Maybe there was someone nearby. 

"Help!" She shouted. Not very loud; her throat was dry and her voice was harsh. She cleared her throat - a strange act in her predicament. 

"HELP! HELP ME!," she screamed much louder. The sound seemed out of place in the quiet, serene setting. She heard noises in the undergrowth; animals scurrying away. Birds took flight from the nearby trees. 

"ANYONE THERE" she screamed at the top of her voice. "PLEASE, IS THERE ANYONE THERE, I NEED HELP." Her voice trailed off. 

The clearing fell silent. The snake pulled on her again, and her thighs slid effortlessly into the snake's throat. 

"Oh God," she breathed as with horror she felt her bottom being pulled into the snakes mouth. "Oh God, please help me. I don't want to die. Not yet. Not like this." 

Janet realized now that she was going to die; that her young life was about to end. This huge hungry predator was going to eat her and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She realized that it would have no trouble swallowing her. The thought was more horrifying than anything she had ever imagined. And it was not an imaginary fear. It was real, and it was happening to her - right now! She tried to imagine herself being swallowed whole and alive by this huge animal. How could she possibly face this awful ordeal, this unspeakable horror? What was it going to be like as her head was pulled inside the snake's throat. How would she bear it? 

But, ready or not, prepared or unprepared, somehow she would have to spend the final moments of her life suffocating and drowning in the belly of a snake. Her thighs were in the throat's slimy, powerful grip. Soon her head would be in that awful slimy throat. As she came to the full realization of her predicament, she felt her muscles relax; go completely loose. She was resigning herself to her fate.  

The snake moved again. She felt the muscles in the throat ripple and contract. She screamed as she felt it swallow. She thought she heard a slurping sound as her bottom and vagina slid into the throat, and her belly was pulled into its mouth. 

"NO!" she screamed again. Nothing happened. The snake was undisturbed by her pitiful wailing and her futile struggling. She felt no animosity from the animal. It was merely doing what all carnivores do - eating to stay alive in the only way it knew how. A sort of incongrous peace came over her. In a strange way this made her feel one with nature. She was prey; the snake preditor. This scene had been played over countless times since the world began. Animals eating other animals. She had eaten meat last night. She had felt nothing toward the poor cow that had given its life so she could live, anymore than this snake give her a thought, other than his meal. 

Janet found herself strangely bonding with the snake. She realized that she felt no animosity toward the snake either. After all, she would soon become part of its body. She wondered if she tasted good; if she would be nutritious. She began to almost welcome the thought of becoming a meal. Almost unconcioulsy Janet slipped her hands and arms inside the snake. She squeezed them down into the snake's throat, and found a warm resting place between her legs. As a child she remembered doing this when she was scared or unconfortable. And now, as she repeated the childish action she did indeed feel a warm comfort come over her. 

Janet's head, shoulders and breasts were still outside of the snake's mouth;. It was almost a voluptuous sight. The firm youthful breasts contrasted sharply with the cold reptillian features of the Snake's head and eyes. But the sight it was not going to last. Another series of swallows and Janet's breasts were quickly gulped into the snake's mouth. In spite of her euphoria, she did gasp as the spiny teeth scraped over her tender nipples. It was quite painful. Janet could not scream; she had no energy, or even inclination any more to scream; she merely sobbed. 

"Not my titties, not my little titties." It was almost a whisper. As they scraped across the teeth, Jenny sobbed again. It was very painful, but she realized it was just part of the being eaten. It was not her snake's fault. He was not deliberately trying to hurt her. She felt the snake swallow again. The rippling muscles strained and gripped her stomach and thighs very closely. It was a warm, intimate embrace that aroused her even more. She rubbed her clitty, and felt a powerful orgasm slowly building. She sighed with relief as her breasts slipped from the pain of the spiny teeth into the warm, slimy, and comforting embrace of the throat. It added to the heightened sensuality of her predicament. Her head was pulled inexorably inside the snake's mouth. 

Janet turned her head sidways inside the mouth and looked out at the idyllic clearing. It looked strange, framed by the jaws of this enormous beast. Her eyes turned to look at her new surroundings. She could see the insides of the snake's mouth. Saliva dripped from its cheeks all over her face, in her mouth, matting her silky blonde hair. Every part of her body except her face and head was being squeezed and carressed by the powerful muscles of her snake's throat. Sexy thoughts filled her mind. She realized that the snake's throat gripped her just like her vagina gripped a penetrating penis. And just as her vagina gripped and hugged different sizes of penises, so the snakes throat gripped the different bodies of its victims, completey surrounding and molding its shape to the shape of the prey. The thought was quickly dispelled as she felt another powerful swallow beginning at her feet, working its way up her legs and thighs, gripping her stomach and breasts. She felt her orgasm peeking. She wondered what the snake was feeling, if he was enjoying eating her. Wave after wave of the most intense sexual pleasure she had ever experienced filled her young body as her head slipped into the throat. 

"Here I go." She thought. She was submitting, completely, ultimately to the desires and needs of her snake. The throat muscles wrapped themselves around her mouth and nose; she couldn't breathe. She panicked and forced her face upward, looking back toward the snake's mouth. With great relief she took short gasping breaths. She could still see the tops of the trees and the sky through the snake's mouth. But gradually even that last look at the outside world disappeared as the throat muscles closed and totally enclosed her in her new world. The pulsating, rhythmic swallowing continued as Janet continued her journey toward the bowels of her devourer. Her vagina was still pulsating rhythmically as the powerful orgasm continued to fill her body. 

As the throat closed over her, Janet knew that now she had been completely eaten. Swallowed whole, alive. Now she could not breathe. Her orgasm was dying, and the euphoria that had filled her mind was also fading. She tried to gulp some air, but she could not breathe. She panicked and her body began to spasm involuntarilly. The pulsating had stopped. Her body was at rest, deep inside the beast. She realized she must have reached the stomach. She tried to kick and punch, not even considering the futility of her efforts. She felt more and more digestive juices washing over her whole body. She felt her skin burning, and realized that the snake had started digesting her. 

She made one last futile effort to gasp for air, but all she got was a mouthful of foul tasting acidic digestive juices. She coughed and gasped trying to expel the disgusting liquid, but all she managed was to take an even bigger lungfull of juices. She finally felt her life slipping away. She was losing conciousness. Mercifully she would be dead before the real digestive process started. This is it, she thought. I have been killed and eaten by a snake. I am dead. As she passed from this life, flesh started to fall from her body, to be reduced to liquid that the snake could absorb into its body. 

The snake slithered back into the undergrowth; satisfied and content. It would sleep and rest for a few days as its body effortlessly and efficiently completely digested its victim. There would be very little left of this once beautiful body in a few short days. 


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