“And then you have to,” and she took a deep breathe, pulling herself forward an inch and sliding her wet body through the tunnel of the tight throat. “You have to follow that hall and make sure you turn-” she slipped back as the beast swallowed again, trying to get her back into his stomach so he could continue digesting her alive. The party waited patiently as she fought her way back up into the mouth again, pushing her face between the jaws of the giant snake. “You have to turn-” and she was interrupted again as another swallow took her deep down the snake’s throat toward it’s waiting stomach. Several minutes passed, the party waiting patiently, while she struggled to crawl up the throat and into the creature’s upper throat and mouth again. At last she had a hand around a fang and her other elbow hooked in the beast’s gum line.
“If you would just rescue me,” she half screamed, shrilly, slick with snake saliva and stinging digestive fluids. “And get me out of here I could help you a lot easier, and I wouldn’t have to worry about being digested alive every thirty seconds!”
A swallow pulled her down the snake’s throat again, and some wit in the group muttered, “Twenty. Every twenty seconds.” They watched the bulge of her body in the throat as she was pulled deep, then she struggled to get up higher again. Almost up to the jaw line then down. Almost, then down, deeper. Halfway up, slowly, then all the way down to the snake’s stomach again. This time she didn’t struggle back up, staying a woman shaped bulge in the belly of the beast.
“Show’s over,” intoned Kettersly, the Mage. “She’s going to be digested this time.” The party, not a large one, disbanded into the night to wait for the morning. In minutes, the only person left was Omoz, the ranger. He was standing, looking at the tight shape of her body in the stomach of the snake.
“Why didn’t we rescue you,” he asked himself. Sure, she looked damned sexy inside the snake stomach, and he did get a tingle in his private parts when he imagined her being digested alive but surely that wasn’t enough reason to just subject people to being digested alive. But as he watched, the bulge of her body in the belly of the serpent wriggled again, then slowly worked itself slowly up a few feet.
“Hey, hey guys,” he yelled as she struggled back up the serpent’s throat an closer to the jaws of the beast again. “She’s coming back up!”
The others straggled back as she fought her way back up from the stomach of the animal. After a few minutes, the bulge of her body reached the jaw line of the serpent as everyone watched as she pushed open the jaws from the inside.
“Get me out of here!” she screamed, skin red from the stomach acids that bathed her skin. She slid back down the throat of the animal as it swallowed again, fighting her way back up. “Please! I can help you if you just save me!” She looked at them with wild eyes, no one moving to help. She vanished from sight again as the beast swallowed her back down it’s throat a good four feet. She struggled back up, staring at them from between the teeth of the serpent.
“I’m your friend,” she wheezed. “This fucking thing swallowed me as we were talking. Why are you doing this to me?”
“Suck me off,” said Kettersly, suddenly. “You suck me off and swallow it, we’ll get you out.”
“Get me out, I’ll suck you off,” she gasped, then slid back out of sight as the beast swallowed her three feet back down his throat. Almost back and swallowed two feet back. Almost up to the jaws, swallowed ten feet back. Another swallow took her halfway down to the stomach, and they waited as she slowly fought her way back up. She looked at them from inside the mouth of the serpent, her body tight in it;s throat from her armpits down.
“No,” said Kettersly. “You suck me off, then we get you out.”
“Me too,” said Omoz. “After you suck him off, you suck me off, then we get you out.”
“Me too,” said Drake.
“And me,” said Flint.
“And me.” Everyone turned to look at Candy, the sorceress. “Hey, I got a pussy, she needs to lick me until I cum too or the snake gets to digest the cunt.”
The modern Roman method of calendar counting sets the year 0 at (what we call) 750 BC with Romulus and Remus and the she-Wolf. Thus, what we call 2013 the Romans call 2763. The Christians are a weak cult, but they count the year as 2046, setting their year 0 as what we call 33 BC with the actual birth date of their messiah, Yeshuah. Since he was never crucified (Pontius Pilate let him go instead of crucifying him) there was no resurrection, no ascension, nada. Islam is an even weaker cult, and their Prophet never memorized a holy book. The Jews faded out and died at what we call 1000 AD and no one uses any of their information for much at all.
The concept of sacred combat between helpless nude woman and hungry forty foot long woman swallowing serpent is set in myth; four or five times, goddesses came to the people of the early Italiat to introduce them to Sacred Combat- these goddesses would face off against the serpent god Caudiff. The serpent would coil and swallow the goddess whole, slither off to digest her alive. That particular goddess’s story in myth and legend ended there. At the same time, other goddesses came to the people of the early Italiat and introduced them to the concept of communal showering IN THE HOMES of hungry forty foot long woman swallowing serpents. Three or four goddesses would bathe with serpents; all but one would be coiled and swallowed whole, digested alive as they bathed. Those goddesses’ stories in myth and legend ended with their digestion inside of a serpent’s belly.
The people of the Italiat had a lot of dealings with goddesses in myth and legend- five or six times in a five thousand year stretch goddesses came to the people of the early Italiat and told them to breed for a future when they would have to feed the world. Every goddess was extremely busty, massively so. The first goddess had breasts twice the size of basketballs each. Every goddess that appeared afterward had a bust much larger than the previous visitation. The last appearance (in myth and legend) of a goddess that told the people of the Italiat to breed for huge breasts had breasts easily four times larger than basketballs each, yet firm and riding high and sag free on her chest. This goddess warned the women of the Italiat that they would have to nurse the world and they had to be ready for it.
The Serpens Proeliis, Serpent Battles, the first communal shower in the home of woman swallowing serpents, was open for almost 900 years. During these years the number of women swallowed whole and digested alive by the serpents slowly grew. It wasn’t until 14 years before the current stories that the serpents were growing too obese from eating too many women. Rather than risk the health of the serpents, they increased the number of serpents and opened a second communal shower in the home of woman swallowing serpents.
The second building was the Serpens Imbres, Serpent Showers. The Imbres has been open for the last 8 years at the time of the current stories.
The government has operated the two communal showers in the homes of woman swallowing serpents. A third facility, the Serpens Alphaca, Serpent Fields, has been open for the last 2 years in the time of the current stories. This is a facility run by private industry and not government.
The Proeliis is visited by 1,200 different and separate women daily, as well as some women who visit the facility several times in one day. Three or four days out of a 7 day period, the serpents will swallow whole and digest alive up to 800 of the showering women daily. The remain two or three days per week, the serpents will swallow whole and digest alive no less than 1,000 of the showering women daily.
At the Imbres, 1,600 different and separate women come to shower on a daily basis, as well as many women who shower there up to three times per day. Two or three days in a 7 day period, the serpents will swallow whole and digest alive every single woman who enters the facility. The remaining four or five days per week, the serpents will only swallow whole and digest alive no less than 1,300 of the women who come there to shower daily.
The Alphaca, being a private industry facility, serves 2,000 women daily come there to shower. Many, many women are turned away every single day. It is THE place to shower. For the past two years it has been open, the serpents within have swallowed whole and digested alive every single woman who has entered the building for any reason.
I, Anne, would LOVE to shower at the Alphaca
but I wrote it last night for Rudy and I wanted to be able to read it to him before he fell asleep. Plus, I was getting so horny, I had to go and read it to him or masturbate in my chair where I was writing it This is what I have on this, the latest of the vore-a-thon MRE stories:
“I don’t know how all that science stuff works,” said Domitia as she wriggled under the hot water. Oh, Diana that felt good! It’d been almost 4 hours since her last shower- way too long. Her friend, Galla, was silent as she showered next to Domitia. Probably petting the kitty already, thought Domitia. “I leave all that science stuff to the science people.” She held her arms under her mammoth breasts, lifting them to the shower head. Domitia had always been somewhat ashamed of her small breasts- each of the gigantic flesh globes was only twice the size of a basketball, barely forty pounds each of dense mammary gland packed tissue. She knew that her tiny tits were holding her back at work- in Modern Day Rome it was the size and weight of a woman’s milk machines that determined her pay scale and in fact, what job she had. Most of the other women where she worked had tits that weight upwards of sixty, seventy pounds each.
Galla was still quiet and that wasn’t like her- Domitia washed the soap off her face and looked over to the next shower. The rock serpent that was swallowing her friend whole and alive head first already had it’s scaly lips just under her rib cage. Galla’s hands were working hard in her crotch, masturbating like there was no tomorrow- and for Galla, there wasn’t. Once the rock serpent had finished swallowing her whole, packing her tight in it’s belly with the other women it had already swallowed whole and alive earlier that day, it would start digesting them alive once the sun went down. Domitia’s eyes ran down the long length of the serpent’s body, her eyes widening as her view reached the beasts huge, woman-swollen belly. Normally, a forty foot long woman swallowing serpent had a body that was six to eight inches from side to side. If a serpent had swallowed one woman down into it’s hot, wet, stomach sac then it was barely thicker than the woman it was going to digest alive, and only about a foot above and a foot below the length of the swallowed, still living woman. This monster’s belly was almost four feet thick, four feet tall, and was a bloated sac almost twenty feet long in the body of the beast. This serpent must have been swallowing women whole non-stop all day for it’s belly to be that full of women. And how many women was that inside it’s stomach, inside that swollen belly? She had no idea, it must have been a lot though. Maybe twenty women, maybe forty, maybe one hundred women inside the stomach of the rock serpent! She felt weak in the knees as she looked at the beast, although she knew that the number of women inside that stomach, waiting to be digested alive, was far, far less than a hundred.
Domitia couldn’t help herself- she started petting her kitty with both hands. She’d seen lot’s of women swallowed whole and alive by serpents, hundreds of them just this year, although the year was less than two months old. Every day these last several years at the Proeliis buildings, and now at the Imbres building, she’d watched, and masturbated to, seventy or eighty women swallowed whole and alive every shower, and she took at least three showers daily, more on the weekends. But none of any of those women being swallowed whole had been as hot as watching her friend being swallowed whole and alive by this woman-hungry monster. But as she sank to a sitting position on the tiled floor of the shower, hands working in her crotch and bringing her toward her first orgasm, she felt herself starting to black out from the intense pleasure.
When she could feel herself as a human being again instead of just a resonating beam of orgasm, instead of just a clitoris and nothing else, instead of a simple pleasure machine, she realized that the showers around her had gone quiet. She looked at the rock serpent as it finished swallowing her friend’s legs, watching her feet slide into the mouth of the beast then, with a swallow, watched her friend starting to slide down the throat of the beast toward it’s belly. All around her was the sound of dripping water and movement, but no showers. She looked up the Conciliabulum des Serpentium to her left and noticed that every woman who had been showering before she put all her attention into her cunt was now in the process of being swallowed whole and alive by the serpents that had coiled them. Wow, that was at least forty four women all in the process of being swallowed whole and alive! She turned, huge tits wobbling and bouncing on her chest, to look up the Hall of Serpents to her right. Again, every woman who had been showering just minutes before was now in the process of being swallowed whole by the hungry woman swallowing serpents that had coiled them while she had been pleasuring her cunt. Another at least forty five to fifty women all being swallowed whole and alive, soon to be digested alive with the other women already swallowed into the swollen bellies of the serpents.
Well, hells, thought Domitia as she stood alone in the shower hall. That was mighty rude. Had there been no room in any of the tummies for her? Surely there must have been a serpent with enough room in it;s belly to fit her in. Oh, shit, thought Domitia as the doors in the middle of the hall opened and a couple of nude women walked in, looking to take showers. Or get swallowed whole and digested alive. One and the same, most days. One woman was a tall Nubian with absolutely gigantic tits, almost twice as large as Domitia’s. And Domitia slumped where she stood in dismay as the Nubian woman didn’t make four steps into the Hall before she was coiled and dragged to the floor, the maw of the reticulated python that had her already gaping and sliding over her head. The other woman was a short red haired woman with tits no bigger than Domitia’s and she watched the Nubian being swallowed whole and masturbating when she too was suddenly coiled from behind and the monster that had her in it’s coils swallowing her head as well.
Oh no, thought Domitia. This was turning into one of those very few and very rare wild serpent days at the Imbres- when the serpents swallowed whole and digested alive nine hundred and fifty to nine hundred seventy five out of a thousand women at the Imbres. Those days were extremely rare when they did this, swallowing whole and digesting alive nine hundred and seventy five to nine hundred and ninety nine women out of a thousand that came to shower, throughout the entire day at the Imbres and the Proeliis buildings. The serpents at the Proeliis and Imbres buildings swallowed whole and digested alive every single one of the one thousand seperate and different women no more than twenty eight, twenty nine days out of every thirty. Statistically, this was so rare to no one could even chart it, much less predict which day out of the thirty they wouldn’t swallow whole and digest alive every single woman that walked in the doors to shower at both the Proeliis and Imbres buildings. Some months, there was no day they didn’t swallow whole and digest alive every woman inside both the Proeliis and Imbres buildings. In the past four years, there had been no day they hadn’t swallowed whole and digested alive every single woman inside both buildings, as well as slithering into the buildings in a five block radius around both the Proeliis and Imbres buildings and swallowing whole and digesting alive every woman in those buildings as well. There were no statistics small enough to chart something that rare and unpredictable as these wild serpent days.
Oh, I had to work hard not to have an orgasm in my chair before I even started When I had finished reading it to him, I then closed my eyes and started re-talking about how the serpents would swallow every woman in a five-block radius around both buildings- every single day! About six thousand women swallowed whole and digested alive daily. It took me about 30 seconds to have a very wet orgasm in front of Rudy
Dirty Girl Anne
which is weird, because I destroyed my latest tablet computer- again. I’ve bought, destroyed, and replaced about 7 tabbies since last September. Fuck. I LOVE my tabbies- I take then everywhere. I have a look that hooks the tablet in it’s cover to my wrist so if I drop it (that happens a LOT, a fucking LOT) it doesn’t fall to the ground. I take it to bed with me!
Well, I did until I destroyed this latest one. Which is especially depressing, because this last one I had dropped (er…) and cracked the screen. Broken, all the way from one side to the other, and a bunch of other cracks running every which way. And it still worked!! I loved my tabbie!
Then I was sleep drunk, fell asleep while standing and woke up as I was falling. My tabbie-hand was whipping to catch me, my tabbie shot out of it’s cover when the loop snapped it like a whip, and it SLAMMED into the ground so hard it blew the back cover off and tore wires loose!
Screen finally stopped working. Sigh. And I have a ton of stuff on the built in- “hard drive” that I can;t get off because you have to have screen support to hook it up to your actual computer, and, well… So I took out my micro-SD device and sent the dead tabbie off to Wal-Mart.
Rudy is buying me a Nook- a very cool Nook, no less! It has a 1920 x 1080 screen (my old one was 800×480), it’s a dual core processor, it’s a 16 gig model… oh, it’s a beauty! A 9″ screen, no less! And under a pound! Android, comes with Google Play (which is good because I have bought a ton of stuff off Google Play
My last tabbie I had to really screw around with and alter to get it to access Google Play, since the Visual Land “Connect” doesn’t have Google Play on it. But, since it comes rooted, you can go all Rambo on it and do what you want
Ah well. When I get my Nook, I will make sure I CAN’T destroy this one!! Ever!
WalMart used to have a $9 warranty where they would refund your cash if you destroyed the tabbie. Well, I blew up so many of them so fast, the warranty got a price change to $28
Hey, the next few posts should be Modern Roman Empire vore fest-a-thons to catch up on some of the fiction I been using to read to Rudy while I play with my cunny
when my cable modem died. Happy fucking day. And we can’t afford to buy a new one. We had to call our ISP (Awful Fucking Service, Inc. if you are curious) and LEASE a modem. Not even lease to OWN, just LEASE. We had to wait for it to arrive (sent via alpaca), then I had to set it up. Then I found out that’s a cable/ROUTER combo! And while not bad (kind of awesome ) it played hob on our current network as it set up a NEW network in the house!
Anyway, I is back, and actually, I is back as well. Been online on y!m on and off (weekends are good and bad for getting hold of me- my son commandeers my pooter for sometimes 10 hours or more a day and often with friends over) looking for people. Remember- I dunno if I have a Skype account. Skype keeps fucking my poor accounts to death, keeping them chained in the corner in the cellar until finally the lack of food and constant sexual attacks do it in. So Yahoo is the best away to do it. Or ICQ- I occasionally remember I have trillian, and it does y!m and ICQ and a tonna others.
And I have been writing. Mostly MRE stories. You may not find it as your favorite setting… but I love it so much I’m working on the non-vore story to use in it Oh man, I’m having a chick from the Native Nations come over to Rome to see what the Serpens Imbres is all about The fame has been spreading farther and wider as time goes on. They have to keep adding serpents to keep up with all the women coming in to shower, to keep from abusing the poor serpents. So many women to eat, and m0re all the time…
Well, wanted to let everyone know what is happening. I’m feeling better, depression-wise (and thank Goodness!), so I should be making a larger impression than I have been of late. So take care my friends! The hungry beasts in our section of the world should be stuffed with women again soon!
but until then, here is some more Modern Roman Empire material!
Pomona walked into the Disciplina Serpente building, expecting the normal hustle and bustle sounds and finding nothing but silence. No, not quite silence- there was a faint gurgling sound, like water running down a drain. Oh Jupiter and Diana, thought Pomona, holding her face in her hands. What on Mundus Iste Formosus was going on? It was nine o’Clock on a dies Lunae and while a lot of her younger understudies might be nursing a hangover there should have been some of the older understudies getting on with their work. And what on Mundus Iste Formosus was that gurgling noise?
As she walked down the main corridor leading to the Disciplina Arena where the older serpents were trained to fight women without harming them she noted that the younger serpents in their cages were going unfed. Bad, bad. The serpents this young were fed live rats, live chickens, training them to eat live food. The rats and chickens were de-clawed, de-beaked/teethed so they could not harm the young serpents. Those serpents that swallowed their prey feet/tail first were praised and given special treats. As the serpents aged and grew larger and longer, their prey also grew larger. It was only when the serpent was fifteen feet long or more that they were given their first woman to swallow whole and digest alive.
Well, when she figured out what was going on she could get the understudies to feed the younger serpents. And if the understudies didn’t have sufficient excuses for their dereliction this morning… well, they could feed the older serpents, and be the first woman that the serpents would swallow whole and digest alive.
Just before the final corridor turn that led into the Disciplina Arena there was an empty cage with an open door and Pomona felt her feet grow very cold. That was a bad sign. She peeked carefully around the corner and scanned the Arena and there he was, there was the missing serpent, the serpent that should have been in the empty cage. And he was… sleeping. And fat. So very, very fat. And as she listened, she could tell that it was his gigantic, bloated belly that was gurgling and sloshing so loudly. Shanguine was an Amazonian anaconda, almost sixty feet long from the tip of his scaly snout to the pointed end of his tail. Normally, an anaconda his size could swallow something six to ten feet in length, possibly longer if he really worked at it. And while a serpent was very stretchy, an anaconda that was a foot thick around his belly couldn’t swallow much of anything that was three or four feet from side to side. So while normally an anaconda Shanguine’s size could swallow a large, full grown horse and possibly a second smaller horse if he was starving that would normally be it. But Shanguine was their star, trained from the very moment he was hatched.
He swallowed his first full sized mature adult woman whole when he was barely two months old and hadn’t eaten anything but women from that moment on. He loved swallowing women and digesting them alive. He didn’t consider women merely his food- he loved women, loved eaten them, loved swallowing them and taking them into his body, loved them in his belly, loved digesting them alive. He gave every women he swallowed multiple orgasms during the entire process- indeed, even as the woman was breathing her last as she was digested alive, she was usually just starting to come down from all the multiple orgasms, and sometimes ramping up for another as she left the world of the living and her body entered the stage of becoming a soft nutritional paste.
At sixty feet long and a foot and a half at his thickest, Shanguine had been trained for decades. He should have been able to swallow whole an digest alive up to ten women if he was very very hungry. Even at that the women had to end up positioned just so in his stomach as he swallowed them, wriggling and squirming and gasping, eyes rolled back and shuddering from mind bending orgasm. Possibly he could have swallowed twelve, maybe thirteen women into his belly, their bodies stuffed tight into his stomach as his digestive juices washed them, breaking the women down into a loose and sloppy juice. But the belly on Shanguine was incredible, almost obscene. He must have swallowed every single woman that worked in the Disciplina that morning, one by one. Pomona took a moment to imagine Shanguine swallowing all those women, their nude bodies entering his mouth and being worked into his throat; their naked torsos, immense breasts and tight abdomens, pert buttocks and shaved vulvas sliding down his throat and then their long wet limbs and saliva slick bodies being wedged into his stomach through the stomach sphincter… she felt her lower belly heat up and knew she was getting wet; her nipples were tight and her breasts ached to be touched.
It was insane- Shanguine must have swallowed, had to have swallowed whole and alive, all twenty six women that worked at the Disciplina, barring herself of course. But the belly on this serpent stretched from just above his tail to just under his neck, achieved from literally decades of careful stretching. Enforced gluttony had stretched the serpent belly until he could force his stomach to stretch the entire length of his body, filling that enormous muscle sac with women. And right now that stretched tight muscle sac was filled with more swallowed women than any trainer had ever thought was possible. She walked up to the stretched out serpent, his bloated belly almost painfully tight. The women inside his stomach were pressed against the muscle of the stomach and the muscles that moved his body, then the scales of the “skin” that he slithered about on, yet Pomona could see the women in his stomach almost as if they were simply wearing a snakeskin as they lounged about- giant breasts with tight nipples on a leisurely woman here, and over there was another nude woman masturbating, her hands and fingers exploring her gaping cunt.
A loud sloshing interrupted her, startling her as a great wash of digestive juices ran over the women in his stomach, working on breaking them down into a thin paste- yet that was going to take many many hours if not days- this many women filling his stomach was a gargantuan task of digestion. Especially since these women were being digested alive- a touch and go proposition for a serpent belly at the best of times. How to best digest a living woman in a serpent stomach, keeping her alive as long as possible even as she is digested away until life can no longer possibly be kept. And now, trying to digest twenty six women at the same time!
At no time did Pomona even consider the possibility of rescuing the women inside the serpent’s stomach. They were alive, all of them. And with this many women inside his belly, the digestive fluids would be so washed out and thin just to cover all of them- the worst state any of them would be in would be loss of hair, painfully red skin on some of them. It would be at least one or two days of being digested alive before any of the women that the serpent had swallowed whole would be in any state that death would be preferable to being alive. Yet, even as she looked at the panting serpent laying on the floor before her, huge belly stretched out tight with all the women he had swallowed whole inside of him, it never even crossed her mind that these women inside the serpent belly should be rescued. That they should not be digested alive. After all, the serpent had swallowed them all fair and square- obviously the serpent would not be able to catch any of them by surprise- a sixty foot long serpent was not stealthy, especially when his belly was full of women he had been swallowing. And if any of the women, barring maybe the first fifteen he had swallowed whole and was now digesting alive, had not wanted to be swallowed whole they could have gotten away. A belly that full of swallowed women would preclude him being able to effectively take down any woman who did not want to be swallowed whole and digested alive.
Although not any of the women would have WANTED to be swallowed whole and digested alive- not even the twenty sixth woman the serpent had caught and swallowed whole. By that time, he would have been slithering slowly, so slowly with his belly stuffed with twenty five swallowed women, nude and packed together inside his tight stretched belly.
Eh- All that I have done on that piece. It’s just a toss-piece, written one night to try and feel horny
This takes place in the Modern Roman Empire, in the Nubian Empire. It’s a dense piece and I think fairly well written! Also sexy as all fuck- I schlicked for Rudy a lot with this one :)——————————————————
It was while Anippe was showering at the Cairo Serpens Proeliis Et Imbres watching a black 28 foot long rock serpent swallowing a woman and masturbating wetly as she did, it’s scaly lips almost down to her navel (it was swallowing her head first. She had been coiled from behind and had fallen to the blue tiled floor under the weight of the coils of the serpent. Before she could make a sound, the gaping mouth of the serpent had fallen over her stricken face and her fate was written; she was now just food for the hungry woman swallowing monster, it’s belly already swollen with the writhing bodies of the women it had already swallowed alive, that was swallowing her whole and was going to digest her alive), that she realized- as much as she enjoyed masturbating while watching woman swallowing serpents swallow other women whole to digest them alive, no matter how full of swallowed women their bellies were full of, their stomachs swollen with the swallowed bodies of naked women being digested alive as they slithered along the corrugated rubber flooring to their ineffable serpent business, she was almost certain that she probably didn’t want to be swallowed whole and digested alive herself. This was her fourth long shower of the day; the heat of the long hot Cairo day made sweating inevitable and one could either live with sweat or wash it off- Anippe, along with 99.9 percent of the other women in Cairo, wanted to shower. Let the men swelter in their own juices. This was modern Cairo in the twenty first century of what the Romans called “Mundus iste formosus”, Our Beautiful World.
Much of modern life was simple adapted ancient life. Women showered several times a day because of the heat, as women had for several thousand years throughout Egypt and the other lands of the Nubian Empire. Clothing was largely the same as it was thousands of years ago, simply constructed in a quicker, more modern fashion. Casual public nudity was just that- casual and nothing to be made spectacle of- a large portion of Cairo women wore nothing but sandals and makeup when they left the house, the same as had happened for thousands of years. The Roman Serpens Proeliis and Serpens Imbres were new- sacred combat between woman and serpent had never been anything the Nubian women did- even now, few Cairo women felt the urge to fight a serpent in the arena; a nude woman with gigantic breasts and no weapons versus a serpent at least twenty foot long, hungry for women to fill it’s belly, was still seen as odd- unusual. If a nude, giant breasted woman was able to wrestle and defeat the coils of the woman eating serpent she had the right to kill the serpent she had defeated, or she could soften the serpent’s defeat and let it go back to it’s enclosure in the Imbres, surrounded by wet, naked, defenseless showering women. Some women softened the serpent’s defeat even further, and when the serpent headed back to it’s enclosure in the Imbres, the winning woman went with it, her nude body stuffed tight in the serpent belly, awash in digestive fluids.
At this time, most women in Cairo preferred to watch the sacred combat between woman and serpent. This made for two unfortunate things every day- the stands were usually full, almost always standing room only even as they were in Rome. But unlike in Rome, where there were more nude women waiting to engage in sacred combat between naked woman and serpent than there was time to exhibit every nude woman locked between the jaws of a hungry woman swallowing serpent, making her slow sensuous journey from the world of light to the world of gurgling stomachs and digestive juices, there were only a few naked women daily willing to take the chance and pit themselves against the wiles of the slithering serpent.
Every day, only sixty or seventy nude huge breasted Nubian women would take to the Arena, very rare those days that even as few as two hundred women would volunteer. These few brave naked Nubian women standing off against their opponent, the eight inch thick and thirty foot long hungry woman swallowing serpent, a serpent whose belly might already by swollen with the swallowed bodies of one or sometimes two brave but vanquished nude Nubian women. These serpents would brazenly brandish their stuffed bellies at their female opponents, as if inviting them to join the nude swallowed women already gurgling and sloshing in their acidic homes. When the battles had begun and the naked Nubian women were enmeshed in the serpentine coils, it seemed almost on purpose that the serpents would rub their gurgling woman-filled stomachs against the women in their locks, sliding their scaled bellies between thighs and against sensitive breasts and wet pussies and bringing their opponents to gasping orgasm. And when the victorious serpent opened his jaws and gently took in the head of his exhausted, sweaty skinned faux Amazon into his greedy mouth and slid her down his throat and into his stomach- well, there was never a dry cunt in the stands- indeed, most if not all the women watching the sacred combats between nude woman and serpent would be masturbating the entire time, from the moment the female fighter was taken into the coils of the hungry woman swallowing serpent, to the time when the serpent lay spent in the sand, sleeping, belly bulging with the bodies of his swallowed opponents.
Oooh, it makes my cunny just tingle when I read this! And I’m the one that wrote it! Narcissism train, one ticket please
Sure, first draft But I like it a lot.
Professor Jade sighed as he coiled in his library, staring at the books that made up his life. The woman in his belly was still writhing though much slower now, her fate written. She should have known better; he was what he was, and she was simply food. Still, a night of fine conversation then a struggle, topped with a delicious meal. He set his large old head on the lump in his lower length, feeling her slowing struggles in his lower jaw. He blinked a nictitating membrane, dying candlelight glinting dully on it’s surface. At one time he would have made this the beginning of a night- darkness slithering, tipping back a few foolish students who should have been in their rooms then spending a weekend digesting the female flesh filling his belly… he belched lightly, the last breath of the woman in his stomach sliding out into the room. Now, he would sleep for a day or two as the single female form broke down into a thick nutrient paste then he would spend a day reading, catching up on his journals… His soft snores filled the room, dust settling on the books and magazines on the multitude of shelves around him.
Of course I am off schedule. I like to be off schedule. Well, no, but I end up off schedule a lot. All through my life. Oh well. Rudy is ok, the younger kids are… well, my youngest is scary. He’s almost 9 and just the other day he ran across the street without looking and came T>HI<S close to getting whacked by a car. The driver opened her window and yelled at him and I don’t blame her. Jesus. My son is either going to die or be the death of me.
Anyway, here’s some false starts (and okay starts that I might continue work on) for the Modern Roman Empire vore stories.
Callista’s nipples were hard as bullets as she stood nude in the arena. A large part of it was sexual excitement related to standing naked in the arena with roughly a hundred other women in the stands watching her. Some of the women in the stands were naked themselves, leaning back in their chairs and rubbing their hands over their bodies. Some of the watching women were masturbating already as they watched Callista. She saw her boss in one of the chairs watching her and already rubbing between her legs (she could tell it was her boss for several reasons. One was Operaria m’Gosti’s bust size- her breasts were absolutely huge, and this compared to Roman women who were already overly top heavy. Each gigantic black globe lay in her lap and rolling to each side, her nipples almost protruding to her knees. The other was m’Gosti’s coal black skin. There weren’t a lot of Nubians in Rome and most of them drove the vehicles nicknamed Nubi’s for the ethnic origin of the drivers. m’Gosti was the woman in charge their government office). The air was cold this morning, and Calli was looking forward to the physical activity warming her up.
Her own breasts were heavy on her rib cage. Most women who were born of Roman heritage were extremely top heavy. And Rome, while the capital of the known civilized world, still had it’s own luggage from its growing years… in this case, a subtle sexism, barely noticed but still present. Women made up half of Rome’s workforce in every way up to leadership- Adelia Caesar had worn the bay laurel leaves for six years just last election and she wasn’t the first. But at the same time that women were considered fully as equal to men in all ways, they were at the same judged in every way by the size of their milk machines and whether or not they were able to lactate out of childbirth. A single woman who had never born a child yet had breasts almost twice the size of her head and produced two liters of milk daily were judged as more productive and competent than a woman who had born children and whose breasts were only the same size as her head and produced only a liter of milk daily. Work wise the mother may be a much more productive citizen than the single woman, yet as her breasts literally carried more weight than her work she was judged and seen as lazier and less productive than the more buxom single woman. No one ever spoke of this or brought it up- it was such a subtle work of sexism that frankly no one even realized it was there, but there it was.
On the other side of the coliseum (which had lately, in a fit of government extravagance, been expanded to almost twice its previous size. Several blocks of apartments had been flattened to make space and the citizens displaced had been given fair recompense for the trouble… if a travel voucher to a new block and a check to cover the expenses of losing their old living space and paying for the first month of a new living place could be considered fair), convicted criminals and other unhappy souls were being executed for their crimes. Few acts of misconduct carried the death penalty but some were considered so heinous naught but death was called for. Murder and tax evasion were so considered, as well as those the fate of those slaves who had excaped and been recaptured. Indentured slavery could be purchased out of, hence escaping was terminally frowned upon.
Those women who had been convicted of whatever their crimes had been and had the verdict of death were tied by one leg to a ped in the soil. The rope was almost ten feet long as was the peg so she had room to exercise. For each of them a serpent was assigned. They had to wait until their assigned beast arrived to coil them and swallow them whole. When they had been swallowed down to the beasts stomach sac the rope would be cut and the snake would slither back to its enclosure to digest the swallowed woman alive. The monsters stomach acids would not begin to flow until sundown, so each swallowed woman had a lot of time to consider their crimes and their punishment- they wouldn’t suffucate in the belly of the serpent for each animal swallowed fresh air and belched out bad air periodically. When the sun went down (and the lights were dimmed in the Conciliabulum de Serpentium when the light outside went away for the night) the acids would begin to flow and the nude swallowed woman in each serpent belly would begin screaming as she was digested alive. The screams could be heard in the by this time mostly silent Conciliabulum, sounding like faint traffic outside a shut window. Each naked woman swallowed into a tight serpent stomach sac would die somewhere between eight to twelve hours after the acids started flowing. There had been one swallowed woman just last quarter who had screamed as she was digested alive for almost thirty eight hours before death and digestion claimed her. Her family had been awarded with a videotape of the full thirty eight hour digestion time, the parents now able to listen to their daughter being digested alive the entire time. Able to watch the bulge of their daughter in the snake’s stomach sac wriggling as she fought to escape, to live, before dying in agony after thirty eight hours. Although there had been the shame of their daughter being convicted of tax evasion, the family had gained some fame in the neighborhood when they proudly played the tape for everyone who asked.
The men who were paying with their lives were merely tied to blocks of wood and then, when they could not move, their heads were roughly hacked off at the neck with machetes. The heads would be displayed to the crowd for a few moments, then both body and head would be saved for the next day when they would be fed to pigs. Very few women and even fewer men attended the execution of the men, it was a boring spectacle in comparison.
Calli rubbed her hands together in preperation
Subtle sexism, eh? I barely notice it in my stories And then here being swallowed whole is punishment! I bet the woman warriors in the arena would disagree! TRASHCAN IT!
Ebonheart curled in his enclosure as best he could with his belly stuffed so full. He’d already won three tournaments this day, forcing himself into battles when other serpents wanted to fight. But Ebonheart had been around a long time and had built up respect with age. And now his belly was stuffed with three women he’d swallowed whole and was now digesting alive. The first woman he’d swallowed was dead in his belly, just half-digested meat. The second woman had just recently stopped struggling in his belly, the acids sloshing around her too much for her system. And now, even as his belly groaned and gurgled as it tried to digest this third woman he’d swallowed, she was still fighting. She wanted to live but his belly wanted nutrition- the battle was already won and soon she would be fully digested as well. He felt satisfaction as she continued screaming, the sound a muffled noise in the world outside his belly.
He was an Amazonian anaconda, almost forty feet long. Normally, his species could only swallow a full deer at this point and no more- but through practice and gluttony and training provided by his current owners, he had stretched his belly so much he could fill it with swallowed women the entire length of his body… Six women unless he really pushed hard and then he could fit a seventh woman into his stomach. But parts of her would still be up his throat, maybe even still in his mouth until her body was digested down enough (or the other women he’d swallowed whole were digested down). Before he’d been in the situation of having the screaming head of a woman in his mouth, the rest of her body in his throat and maybe only her feet in his stomach. He’d amused himself by slithering as best he could in the hall of the Conciliabulum de Serpentium and opening his mouth at showering women. The woman in his throat and mouth would shriek until he closed his jaws and slithered away. It was the better part of four hours until he could swallow the crying and begging head of the woman down his throat, more of her body in his stomach. It wasn’t until he settled down to sleep for the night that he was finally able to swallow that seventh woman down his throat and into his stomach. She’d continued screaming for another twelve hours before she died of shock and digestion. She’d been a very satisfying addition to his dinner.
Ebonheart had never eaten anything but women in his thirty years of life after he’d grown big enough to swallow a full adult woman. He’d been hatched at the Serpens Proeliis and been weaned on rats and rabbits and chickens until he grew big enough to eat pigs and larger hogs. He was just over three months old when he’d swallowed his first woman, an indentured slave who had the bad luck to be assigned to the Proeliis for her six months of slavery. She’d been at the Proeliis for only a week before Ebonheart swallowed her whole and digested her alive. He would never forget her, in his serpent brain kind of way. She’d been just over five feet tall, her skin a light olive. Her hair had been black and just down to her shoulders in a simple wave. Her breasts had been very large for a woman her height, each dusky globe almost twice as large as her head. They had made her chest very difficult to swallow, even though they squished and squashed very nicely as he swallowed them. Her belly had been tight and long, her hips flaring and again being hard to swallow, they were so womanly. Her vulva, before he’d swallowed her, had been clean shaven and the odor had been enticing, almost hipnotic. And when he swallowed her down far enough his tongie could flicker against her lips and taste the liquids they found- well, he’d been hooked right there. Just for that wonderful smell and taste of an aroused vulva he would swallow every woman in modern Rome.
He’d been trained, after he swallowed her long lean legs and petite feet down into his waiting stomach. It took him a good two days to digest alive the woman in his belly, and almost eighteen hours after she’d been swallowed to finally die of pain, shock, and blood loss through digestion. But he had been trained well afterwards. Only to swallow women in the Serpens Proeliis compound. This included the entirety of the Proeliis building where the administration and entrance was, the Arena where sacred combat between woman and serpent took place, and the showers where naked, defenceless women would shower.
The Serpens Proeliis building not only provided an Arena for sacred combat, but also was a public bathing suite for modern Roman women. At first there were 35 sets of opposing shower heads down a long hallway and the serpent enclosures between each showerhead. These shower heads provided any modern Roman woman with a wonderful showering and bathing opportunity. It also took place in the Hall of Serpents, the Conciliabulum de Serpentium, where modern Roman women would then shower, defenceless, amongst sixty unsupervised, hungry, woman swallowing serpents. Once the showers opened, the building was always filled to capacity from opening to closing with nude, wet, defenseless women who spent most of their time wet and showering, eyes closed. The serpents were well trained, however, in what they did- fighting, subduing, then swallowing whole and digesting alive defeated women- and showering women did not fit into the category of food. As such, only two to three percent of the six hundred different, seperate women who showered there daily ended up swallowed whole and digested alive by hungry woman swallowing serpents.
It was only after a few decades that a second building was opened, the Serpens Imbres, when it was determined that forcing the sixty serpents to swallow whole and digest alive roughly three hundred and sixty women every four or five days was definitely animal abuse. The Imbres added another thirty five opposing sets of shower heads in another long hallway even as they quadrupled the number of serpents from sixty to two hundred and forty. Now the number of diferent and seperate women who showered at the two buildings was just over one thousand two hundred naked and defenceless showering women. The two hundred and forty serpents would only have to swallow three hundred and sixty women whole and digest them alive over a nine to ten day period.
And here it makes being digested alive by a serpent so horrible that any woman showering in the Imbres would be crazy to do so! Well, they are anyway But if it’s so terrible, why would any woman risk it? TRASHCAN IT!
Calypso Luca stood naked in the arena, feet cold in the sand. The chill morning air blew gently against her skin, her nipples tight as bullets. She was an in shape thirty four year old woman, just topping five foot six. Her breasts were starting to sag, as mature breasts will do, each gigantic, somewhat ovoid globe still rode high on her chest but her nipples were now three or four inches lower than they used to be. Each breast just topped thirty pounds of mammary gland tissue, collagen, and fat although the fat content was starting to increase while mammary gland tissue was in decline. Her hair was a slightly mousey brown, hanging lightly just above her shoulders and framing her face. Her belly was lean and soft, starting to get a bit of a pooch just below the belly button. Her tight buttocks were no longer quite so pert but still provided her enough cushion when she was being fucked hard by some brawny type trying to bang her through a marble floor with his arm-like cock. It was getting harder to shave herself clean between her legs as the years passed; she was debating electrolysis.
The stands surrounding the arena weren’t full yet this early in the morning. Soon the seats would be full of women and a few men watching the entertainment. The largest portion of the viewers were there for the execution of the prisoners sentenced to death. It took a lot to get the death sentence in modern day Rome, but some people managed it every single day. Some of the people were sentenced to be torn apart by machines or animals, some were sentenced to be eaten by animals, and the unlucky ones were sentenced to be raped to death by animals. Generally it was anal rape by the equine species, male or female prisoner; but, when the victim was bent over a leather bench, the lust maddened beast wasn’t too particular when presented with a choice of holes.
Cally rubbed her hands together to warm them as she waited. Brrr. She rubbed her belly to warm the skin there, then hesitated. She then rubbed her breasts with her hands, both hands on a breast to keep each soft milk machine from flopping and bouncing everywhere. Warm, ahh. And ooh, the manipulation sent signals down between her legs. Well, she was cold there too, wasn’t she? She reached between her legs and rubbed to warm things up there and realised that with one arm holding her breasts and the other hand between her legs she looked like all she was doing was masturbating in the arena as everyone watched. Then, thinking, she thought, “Well, I’ve gone this far,” she began rubbing her clitoris as she pulled on her nipple. Oooh, well now. Normally it took her a little longer to warm up down there but with everyone in the stands watching it was a little easier.
Nothing really wrong with this one, just not doing anything for me. I might work on it, might not. No trashcan for this one, just in the Think On It box.
Calypso Luca rinsed the shampoo out of her eyes as a long scaly body slithered between her legs, slick and heavy against her. She’d showered twice today already- once this morning at the Serpens Imbres on her way to work (she’d had a very nice orgasm, watching a lime green reticulated python swallow some busty chick head first. She’d been topheavy enough the serpent’d had trouble getting her huge tits into his mouth- he’d managed it, of course, swallowing her whole, her body making a beautiful woman-shaped bulge in his body when she’d finally been tucked tight into the serpent stomach sac. He’d slithered away afterward, gone to digest her alive with the other two women he’d already swallowed whole earlier), and once at the Serpens Proeliis at lunch. An extremely busty friend of hers had engaged an Amazonian Anaconda in sacred woman versus serpent combat. When the anaconda had finished swallowed her whole after her defeat, it had slithered back into the shower portion of the Proeliis to digest her alive at it’s leisure. Later, when she’d gone in to shower and masturbate as she remembered watching her friend being swallowed she’d found the anaconda at the shower she chose. It was swallowing another topheavy woman who’d been showering there seconds earlier, each of her breasts huge and firm, it’s belly soon to be full of the five women it had swallowed whole during the course of the day.
Cally debated masturbating for the third time that day as she stood in the cascading water. She was a young woman, just under five foot five, and extremely topheavy for her height and weight. Each gigantic breast rode high on her chest with very little sag, her nipples wide as thumbs and always hard. Her waist was thin but not overly so, and her hips were lean but womanly. Her vulva was clean shaven, that being the custom for all women not only Rome but also the Allied nations. Those women in the conquered nations tended to let their pubic hair grow free and wild.
Cally decided to masturbate after all when a coal black rock python slithered from his enclosure behind her and coiled around her left leg then continued travelling on to a shower across from her. The serpents were on a roll today- she watched as the rock python coiled a up the leg of a petite redhead, around her waist, between her extremely large breasts, each twice as large as her head and very firm, then gaped it’s jaws upon reaching her shoulders. It swallowed her head into it’s throat in one gulp, dragging her to the wet tiled floor to finish swallowing her whole. She had never seen the serpents swallow as many women whole to digest alive later as she had this day. Usually, not counting the women they swallowed after defeating them in sacred combat, the serpents only swallowed twelve or so women during the course of a day, not counting the shaggy crotch women of the conquered nations- no one even noticed if those women came up missing. This wasn’t bad, considering that one thousand two hundred seperate individual women showered in the two buildings daily. That the unsupervised, hungry, woman swallowing serpents swallowed only 1% of the naked, defenceless women showering in their homes was in itself a testimoney to their trainers.
Knowing this, watching a lime green reticulated python swallowing a tall blonde woman whole, it’s mouth a tight scaley ring just below her rib cage, her huge breasts buldging out the sides of the snake as it swallowed her, she leaned against the warm tiled wall and reached down between her legs to caress her clitoris. She watched the woman masturbate as the snake swallowed her whole, masturbating as she did. The woman came hard just as the snake’s mouth reached her waist, the snake nose sliding over her pubic mound, and she ejaculated- fluid spraying out of her crotch as she came. Watching this, then watching the snake swallow the woman’s cunt, Cally came. She slid to a sitting position, legs spread before her as orgasm wracked her.
The Serpens Imbres stories, in fact, the Entire Modern Rome setting, is for more than just sex. I spent a lot of time writing just sex in the Imbres. And while that;s what the Imbres is for that’s not all it’s for. Think On It!
Clytia untied the last sash of her toga and started folding it. Oridinarily she didn’t bother with a toga, not in Italia, especially not in Rome proper. Very few people did except for those in positions of great power; government, business, the like. When traveling she would wear the whole regalia depending on where she was going, whether or not she wanted to impress, show respect, or insult. She was in Cairo, capital city of the Nubian Empire and she was present as the official architect of the new built Nubian Serpens Proeliis so respect was definitely called for. She was wearing her light lavender toga ith deep purple striping.
She was present at the official opening of the building, and although there was no one signed on to engage in sacred combat with a serpent, the Serpens Imbres portion of the building was now undergoing its official first showers. She was in the combination waiting and changing room and around her were another fifteen women, all of them undressing as well. Clytia had with her Diana and Dianna, two young women who took care of everything Clytia couldn’t. They were sisters, both with long blonde hair and extremely topheavy. Women in Italia tended to be very busty; generally, any woman whose breasts were twice the size of her head was considered to be flat chested. The twins were on the opposite side of this scale and in fact Clytia wondered how either of them could even walk upright. At the very least the back pain must be near crippling and yet they went through life with a smile and a very bouncy flounce.
Just didn’t do anything for me. Must be why I did a different beginning for the story
And here we have some rejects for the Modern Roman Empire. Although in this world they don’t call themselves that. No, they just call themselves the Roman Empire. In Africa there is the Nubian Empire, in the Orient there are the Oriental Dynasties, in Russia there are the Tsar Sovereigns, in Europe there is the much smaller British Empire. Across the ocean there are the Native Nations in the whole of the North American continent, and down below there are both the Mayan Empire (the Spanish never invaded looking for gold) and the Argentinian Nation and the Brazilian Union are in a constant state of conflict.
The Roman Empire of course envelopes all of Italia, Switzerland, Austria, Slovenia and Croatia as well as the entirety of southern France and Germany. The rest of Europe are either Allied Nations or conquered nations.
The Roman Empire is in a state of open warfare with the southern Oriental Dynasties, and are in a very bitter state of guerrilla warfare with the southern Tsar Sovereigns.
Just thought I’d fill y’all in with more details of the world of the MRE :) There are more nations and countries, of course. These are just the major movers and shakers.
Heyyo. I am going to do a 2 part story post again. This post is going to contain the mostly story/setting part of the story, and the next part is is a maXXXive voreathon of the likes you have never seen before! Well, actually, it’ll be the vore half of the story Maybe not quite a voreathon
Now, rambly part of the post, everything continues to be just… ok… at home. Sort of a holding pattern. Rudy’s health is terrible but not so bad we have to get him too a hospital. His son just wishes (he has confessed to me) that his dad would just hurry up and die- he hates to watch him suffer. My other son continues to worry me because of his bloody ADHD… 9 years old and he’ll blithely run across a busy street without looking if he’s chasing a butterfly. And he’ll chase a butterfly suddenly while he’s talking to you- just suddenly VOOM he’s gone and running, then NOOO and he’s running across the street.
Anyway, here we go!
Clytia stood in the middle of the street, clad only in her lavender toga, cloth fluttering around her in the warm Cairo breeze. Her shoulder length jet black hair tickled her ears and shoulders as it rustled in time with her toga. This time of night there was little traffic, none of it private motor cars. Above her loomed a marble Salacia, beautiful wife of Neptune and goddess of of the sea, face benevolent and arms at her side, toga fallen half off her body and caught around her waist. Her nudity was tasteful, only her full breasts and lean belly exposed. Clytia personally assumed that Salacia would have smooth skin around her deific genitals, untouched by unsightly hair, but no one knew for certain. Best to leave that covered. Her upper body towered above the roof of the Proeliis building the scultpure was a part of, the main portion of the building only up to her waist. The combination arena and communal showering building took up several city blocks and the statue of Salacia stood only slightly higher than most of them.
Inside the building the theme of the art was devoted to Neptune and Salacia, statues and murals lining the walls. Above each of the showerheads in the Imbres were carved likenesses of Lympha, Egeria, Camenae, Volturnus, and a myriad of tritons and nereids. Each doorway was watched over by a marble carving of either Neptune or Salacia.
“Beautiful,” she murmured and turned to leave. The night was turning cold, her nipples hardening under the thin lavender toga. She could hear no motor traffic anywhere in the city around her. The official opening of the Proeliis and the Imbres within it was early tomorrow morning. While there would be no sacred combat between woman and serpent, the showers themselves were working and ready. The serpents were getting used to their new homes; each open face enclosure between showerheads was home to a long, strong, hungry serpent. Not a one of the two hundred serpents housed there had been fed in at least a week. And on the morrow, hundreds of naked and defenceless women would be showering in the homes of these unsupervised, hungry, woman-swallowing monsters.
As it was in Rome, it was up to the gods, luck, and hunger pangs whether or not the serpents would accept each womans offering of water and self. If a woman ended up swallowed whole, tucked tight into a serpent’s belly and digested alive, it was a gift accepted by god and serpent; each woman entering the light of a new day clean and alive was given the gift of life blessed by both god and serpent.
Clytia walked in silence to her apartment, the clopping of her sandals loud in the darkness.
Clytia pulled her thin white work tunic over her head. Freed, her giant breasts bounced lightly, nipples already hard. As was the custom of the modern Roman woman and most women of the Allied nations, Clytia’s breasts were braless. Only the women of conquered nations barbarically bound their breasts. Clytia was extremely busty, her huge breasts firm with mammary gland, connective tissue and fat, weighing almost a full forty pounds. She removed her knee length skirt and set it with her other clothing in her locker. She wore no underclothes and her vulva was shaved smooth.
She and the other women present for the opening of the Proeliis and Imbres were undressing in the combination waiting and changing room. Those women going in to shower would leave their clothing in a locker and set the indicator to In Use, which would also mark the time below it. Afterward, they would wait, nude among the other naked and undressing women. They would stand or sit in supplied chairs until a showerhead was available, then enter through the revolving doors. Every fifteen minutes or so, employees would go through and scan the lockers; those lockers still filled and unclaimed after an hour would be emptied and the indicators reset.
Among those undressing were Clytia and her two aides, Diana and Dianna. They were sisters, twins, both with blonde hair hanging in ringlets down just past their shoulders. They both tended toward accidental nudity; their clothing was constantly getting caught on hooks or in drawers or knots were coming undone. Not a day went by when one or both of them were suddenly walking buck naked down the city sidewalk, their togas fluttering away in the breeze behind them. They were tall, and while Clytia was extremely busty these two were overly topheavy, each gigantic breast firm yet soft, sagging only slightly, almost as heavy as Clytia’s entire bust. Clytia seemed almost flat chested in side by side comparison. Diana’s cherry red nipples pointed slightly more northward than her sister’s, otherwise it was near impossible to tell them apart. She wasn’t sure how those two managed to walk upright and their upper and lower backs would have to be screaming. Both of them had neatly trimmed their pubic hair into a small tuft about two inches above their always erect clits. Still, they were bright and bouncy, extremely so, and very good at their jobs.
Along with the sisters there were four other women from Rome, all governmental employees and all working in the background to make Clytias job easier. She didn’t know their names, didn’t deal with them face to face, and never had any desire to interact with them. Like most modern Roman women, they too had huge bustlines, breasts riding high and firm on their chests although their giant tits were not nearly as large as Clytia’s. On the Nubian side of the coin there was a large handful of officials all eager to be a part of this undertaking. Going in to shower with Clytia and the others was the figurehead Mayor of Cairo, the capital city of the Nubian Empire. She was a short olive skinned woman, older and thicker in the waist. Her breasts, although still larger than her head by a good bit, were sagging with her nipples pointing more south than north. She was standing naked and berating one of her aides who was only half dressed, tunic off and huge black breasts bare but skirt still on. The mayor grabbed the aides hand and rubbed it between her legs.
Around her, along with the aide wilting in humiliation, was a handful of women in government positions, all in states of undress. There was only one woman among the Nubians going in for the official shower that morning that wouldn’t have been ridiculed, politely, in Rome for being ridiculously flat chested and that was the Empress in Standing. The Emperor and Empress of the Nubian Empire would never travel publicly for the safety’s sake and so they sent the Emperor or the Empress in Standing. This individual was considered to the Emperor or Empress in all ways. And while the Empress could never shower in public surrounded by people with the everpresent danger of being swallowed whole and digested alive by serpents, the Empress in Standing certainly could.
The Empress in Standing was a stately woman, tall and thin, busty to the point of making Diana look small, thin waisted with flairing hips, clean shaven vulva with long inner lips between her larger labia majora, lean legs, and a deep rich olive tint to her skin. Her massive tits were firm, hanging proudly on her chest with not a bit of sag and her nipples were tight and hard. Her hair was black, her nose long and straight, lips plump. She stood patiently amongst the others, periodically rubbing the hood of her clitoris as she watched the nude women around her.
On the other side of the room, women were waiting to undress and shower, photographers and other news types among them. They were held back by velvet ropes that cordoned off half the waiting toom. They would be allowed in a few minutes after the officials had “broken ground” and began showering amongst the unsupervised, hungry, woman swallowing serpents. For photo op reasons the showering officials would remain and shower for some ten, fifteen minutes after they had finished (presuming of course that they hadn’t been swallowed whole, tucked tight into the stomach sac of a hungry woman swallowing serpent, and were being digested alive over a period of twelve to sixteen hours). The survivors would pose for publicity photos, still naked and showering, showing the public the facilities. If any of them were photographed either halfway down a serpent’s gullet or actually inside a serpent’s stomach, all the better for phographic reasons.
None but the Roman women had ever showered with serpents before. Communal showering was popular among Nubian citizens with most, if not all of them, bathing at the public bath houses. But never before had anyone ever thought to shower amongst the serpents that engaged in sacred combat between woman and serpent. Few had even heard of that combat. Clytia wasn’t worried that the fear of the somewhat frightening snakes and the terror of being eaten alive would scare away those women in the showering hall. It was for this reason the serpents had been kept hungry for so long, ensuring that some, if not all, of the showering officials (and hopefully a good couple hundred other showering women) were swallowed whole and digested alive. Clytia knew that when the fearful women saw someone being actually coiled and swallowed whole by a hungry woman swallowing serpent that everything would be okay. It was simple fact that when any woman saw another woman being swallowed whole to be digested alive by a hungry serpent, she was filled with a powerful sexual desire and a deep giving urge. Once these Nubian women saw someone being swallowed there would be no keeping them away from the Serpens Proeliis and the Serpens Imbres. It was only basic human nature.
“And now,” said Clytia, standing before all the undressed women in the changing and waiting room. “Good morning.” One of the spare government women proved her worth at that time, showing she was more than just a great pair of tits- she began translating Clytia’s words into proficient Nubian. “I am the architect and chief executive in charge of the construction of this building. Please follow me through the entrance into the Imbres. Don’t be frightened, I know this is new to you.” She felt a tingle and a heat between her legs as she stood nude before these other naked women. She reached down and gently rubbed her fingers over her clit, teasing it and feeling the urge to simply masturbate fully grow as she spoke. She felt the perverse urge to lay on her back, spread her legs, and just masturbate in front of them all, thinking of the Empress’s body, her beautiful tits and gaping cunt. “Just remember that what you are feeling is natural. Just relax. If you feel fear, close your eyes for a count of five but make sure you open them again. Everything will be fine.”
She turned and start walked toward the entrance. She was followed by her aides, and she knew the other governmental types were helping to usher in the more recalcitrant of the Nubian women. Once inside, the heated air of the Imbres surrounded her and she smiled. On either side of her the Cairo Conciliabulum de Serpentium stretched, a hallway with thirty five opposite sets of showerheads to her left and to her right. She imagined this hall filled with seventy nude women, all wet and slick with water and soap. Breasts glistening in the gentle lighting that ran the length of the cieling and wet hands massaging clits and lips, exploring holes and dancing on the edge of orgasm. Between each showerhead was the open face enclosure that was the home of a battle trained, unsupervised, hungry, woman-swallowing serpent. Each serpent was large enough to swallow three or four women whole, digesting them alive slowly. Her pussy tingled, begging to be rubbed and fingered.
She took a stand just opposite the door, watching and greeting each nude woman as she entered the Conciliabulum, breasts bobbing and jiggling. “Please, choose any showerhead and begin showering as you would in any public showerhouse. Just ignore the serpents as they emerge from their homes and begin to explore. What you will see and feel is natural.” She reached up with one hand as she spoke, gripping her left breast and massaging it, pulling her hard nipple. Her other hand reached between her legs, her palm sliding over her naked skin, fingers tickling her clitoral hood. “Any sexual feelings you may have are natural, please understand this. This is simply your bodies reacting to the environment and what you see around you.” On the wall she was facing, she could see serpents poking their heads out of their enclosures, curious about the noise and the smell.
Clytia knew that the smell of women’s bodies, their odors from armpits and groins, mouths and skin, was naturally enticing to any serpent of a size large enough to actually swallow whole and digest alive any woman. This smell was literally the best they had ever encountered, the perfect scent. She knew the feel of a woman’s skin felt good to the scales of the giant serpent, and teased the serpent into wondering what that skin felt like traveling down it’s throat and into it’s belly. Women were the perfect food for serpents and the serpents knew it. When a woman saw a serpent swallowing another woman whole, then she knew it too and far from being terrified by this knowledge, she found it exciting.
I know it gets a little “travelogue”-ie in the middle…. no one really needs to know the exact details of how the buildings work, do they? As long as I do, we’re good. But hopefully none of it is too boring. Next story posting- the sex stuff!