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!
I have a TON of background on my Modern Roman Empire, henceforth called MRE, which does not stand for women (Meals Ready to Eat) although, as stated by Greggory, my female characters usually ARE MRE’s And rightly so. Women were made to be eaten by snakes, snakes were made to eat women. A wonderful, beautiful circle.
I wonder if I actually WILL write something non-vore about the MRE? I’d like to be a writer one day, paid for it, printed on dead trees. I actually have to DO something about it though. My low self esteem won’t let me do anything about it so that sucks. I’ll die unfulfilled. And since, even though to make Rudy happy I am a Mormon, I am still an atheist that means I will just die and never have any sort of afterlife fulfillment. For a little while I was an actual believer but I am one of those people that requires constant reinforcement of anything and I lost that reinforcement when we moved from Bellingham, Washington, down to the badlands of southern Olympia, Washington. Sigh.
Hey, we’ll see if I can continue this posting schedule. In my head I pronounce that as a Canadian… Shed-yule. Why, I dunno. I’m not Canadian Pass me a serviette please.
I’ve been working for WEEKS on this fucking story. I can only hope that now the fucking story fucking works. FUCK. Insert a penis rhythmically into a vagina until ejaculation and female orgasm occur! Etc!
Anyway, hope it dun’t suck and that it’s good.
Adelia finished rinsing the shampoo from her hair and simply stood there for a moment and relished the hot water running over her nude body. It felt glorious. From her shoulder length blonde hair, running down her neck and shoulders and over her large, firm, soft breasts, down her back and trim belly, between her legs and so pleasant a feeling over clean shaven, plump outer lips, then down her long, lean legs. Had she been alone, she would have taken advantage of the wonderful feelings and made them even more wonderful with joyful masturbation. However… And she opened her eyes, looking about the Conciliabulum de Serpentium and the other nude women showering there with her. Then she smiled and eased one hand down her belly toward her groin anyway- she’d masturbated in the Conciliabulum many times before. Most women did. It was a safe place, a wonderful place.
Adelia felt nudge at her left leg, and looked down at the passing of a large, dull green serpent that had accidentally brushed by her in passing. It was least thirty three foot long and it’s body was a good six inches thick from side to side. There was a section of the beast that was fatter- it had very recently swallowed a healthy meal whole and alive and either was in the process of, or about to begin, digesting it’s meal alive. Adelia’s groin tingled and the urge to masturbate became stronger.
The Conciliabulum de Serpentium was a great hallway, almost 300 feet from end to end. On each of the walls were 35 shower heads spaced at about 7 feet from each other. Down the long hall, between opposing shower heads, was a pathway made of corrugated rubber. In each of the spaces between shower heads was a large open enclosure, the home of a large, hungry, woman-swallowing serpent. When they weren’t in their enclosures, these beasts were fighting in the Arenas at the Serpens Proeliis in sacred combat between woman and snake. Each serpent would travel, unsupervised, from their enclosures to the Arena to fight a nude woman, then back from the Arena to enclosure, still unsupervised, to digest alive the defeated woman they had swallowed whole.
Adelia knew from reading the pamphlet the Serpens Imbres handed out to every woman who came to shower there that these serpents had each received extensive training in fighting, subduing, then following their nature in swallowing women whole and digesting them alive. That each of the 240 unsupervised, hungry, woman-swallowing serpents were housed with the maximum building occupancy of 140 defenseless showering women (and it was rare that the building was not full to maximum capacity). Adelia also knew that it was almost rare for the unsupervised woman hungry serpents to swallow whole and digest alive more than one or two percent of the showering women on a daily basis, and only once this year had they ever swallowed more than one hundred defenseless showering women, digesting them alive, during a twenty four hour period. She ran her hand gently over her plump outer lips, the hot water delicious on her skin. She showered there three times a day- on her way to work to start the day, during her lunch break to freshen up, and after work to clean away the patina of work.
“Adelia,” said the woman next to her, her skin black as midnight. “Is it normal for the snakes to coil a showering woman like this?” Still gently massaging her sex and one hand cupping a heavy breast, fingers pinching a hard nipple, Adelia turned to look. On her other side a young blonde woman was ignoring the serpent that was coiling around her abdomen, it’s jaws beginning to open as they neared her head. To her left was a beautiful back woman whose name was n’Phela m’Ghani, and she was the underMinister of Minor Trade from Nubia. It was Adelia’s job to entertain her during off duty hours; it had been n’Phela’s request to see the showers as soon as possible.
“Everyone in Nubia has heard of the Roman serpent showers,” she had said as she stood in Adelia’s office. n’Phela was wearing a brightly colored tunic cut and worn in a distinctly Nubian style, the colors of the cloth contrasting pleasantly with the deep black of her skin. “We don’t know if we should believe it or not. Do Roman women really shower in a building filled with serpents that only eat women? That these snakes eat many many women every day and yet everyone still showers with them?”
Adelia smiled and shook her head. “Rumors. Always rumors that everyone hears.”
n’Phela’s face showed a mix of emotions, including disappointment. “I see,” she said.
“No, it’s actually two buildings. Rumors! I wish the truth got out as quickly.” She smiled at n’Phela. “Would you like to come with me to the Serpens Imbres now? I usually shower there at this time every day, you could come shower with me. You’d be able to see first hand the truth of the matter and it’s a wonderful way to end a long workday.”
n’Phela had smiled and the two women had taken a Nubi to the Serpens Imbres. Adelia was sure that once n’Phela had experienced the showers for herself, another serpent shower convert would be born. Perhaps a similar shower setup could be started in the Nubian capital? There was an idea for her supervisor! She was sure that a Serpens Imbres in every capital in every conquered or Allied nation would be a wonderful thing.
Adelia smiled as she looked through the water cascading over her eyes at the underMinister. The underMinister was tall, just under six feet, and muscular in her nudity. Her hair came to her shoulders in a long, black, controlled wave. And although she was muscular she still had a layer of softness over her body that rendered her curves pleasant instead of sharp. Her breasts were high on her chest and quite large, surprisingly so- each firm breast slightly larger than the underMinisters head and hair combined. Her nipples were hard and thick, strongly erect under the combined spray of water and coiling of serpents. Her belly was long and lean, her groin also clean shaven as this was the custom in all the conquered and Allied nations. Her inner vaginal lips were long and protruded like leaves from between her strong outer lips. Her clitoris was large, long, it’s little head poking out of the clitoral hood like a turtle. Her legs were runners legs and her feet were surprisingly petite. Between her legs Adelia could see a woman on the other side of the hall halfway swallowed by a red and yellow serpent, it’s jaws down to her waist and only her hips and legs left to be swallowed. Soon she would be only a tight woman shaped bulge in the belly of the serpent, then to be digested alive.
n’Phela was also quite firmly coiled by several hungry woman eating serpents. There was a twelve foot long rock python coiled on her right leg with it’s snout nuzzling her vulva and a lime green reticulated python coiling up her left leg, twenty feet of it’s long body stretching around two other nude showering women and it’s flickering tongue teasing an erect nipple. An Amazon anaconda had coiled its upper body around her neck loosely, it’s jaws gaping open wide enough to easily swallow an over inflated basketball and it’s tongue flickering in n’Phela’s face. She was staring down the wide throat of the anaconda without fear but open fascination.
Adelia began to masturbate in earnest as she looked at the underMinister, thinking that the underMinister would soon be just a woman shaped bulge in the belly of the Amazon monster. She wondered how long it would take the serpent to swallow the underMinister whole as she rubbed her clitoral hood in a rough circle.
“Oh yes,” she said, gasping as she leaned back against the warm tiles of the shower wall under the shower head. She kneaded her right breast hard with her hand, pulling and tweaking her hard nipple while with her other hand she was working her clitoris hard, orgasm very close. A rock serpent was passing between her legs as it left its enclosure, headed to the Arena for sacred battle with a warrior woman, it’s scales sliding against both of Adelias legs. “They usually coil a woman just before they swallow her whole, just like that,” she said. “Oh Venus, oh Minerva, when they swallow a woman whole, just swallow her, oh Diana, oh Juno- when they swallow a woman whole!” she almost shouted as she slid to the floor, bare buttocks on the tile and her shoulder blades on the wall. She shuddered as she came, hand jittering softly on her vulva as she gasped. Around her a few women clapped in honest appreciation.
One clapping woman gasped as a thirty foot long anaconda coiled her from behind and she was driven to her knees with a shock from the weight of the serpent, clapping forgotten as her arms were trapped at her sides.
On the ride in, n’Phela had expressed her concerns about showering in the very homes of several hundred hungry woman swallowing serpents, serpents that had been expressly trained to swallow women whole and alive, whose diet was now exclusively swallowed women.
“It just seems to me that just the idea would keep women away from the showering facilities,” she had said as the Nubian driver of the automobile was driving them to the Serpens Imbres. “And yet it seems,” she said as she looked at the pamphlet that Adelia had given her. “Not only is every one of the 140 showers in use the entire day, but even the waiting room is almost always full. Over a thousand sperate women use these showers on a daily basis.”
“And that doesn’t count those of us who use the showers several times a day,” said Adelia with a smile. She could feel the familiar heat in her lower belly, feeling herself getting wet as she continued to think of the Serpens Imbres.
“I too am going to the Imbres myself, later tonight,” said the driver of the Nubi as she guided the motor vehicle through the traffic of inner city Rome. “I use it every night when my work day is done.” As a rule the driver’s of the Nubis didn’t talk to their passengers but it wasn’t unheard of and Adelia had been in many a pleasant conversation with Nubi drivers in the past.
“You just need to shower there,” said Adelia as the Nubi neared the Serpens Imbres building. “You’ll feel it when you see it.” Adelia was referring to the deep sexual longing and strong feeling of need every woman feels when she sees another woman being swallowed whole and alive by a serpent.
When Adelia could open her eyes, she saw that the Nubian underMinister was still simply coiled by serpents, albeit different serpents by this time. The gape jawed anaconda was now slithering over Adelias legs, its coal black eyes locked on hers. The rock python was now coiled around n’Phelas chest and was rubbing its head against her face and hair, saliva dripping from its partially open mouth. The reticulated python was busy across the hall from Adelia, it’s mouth a tight circle around the waist of a light skinned woman, her head and upper body deep down its wet serpent throat. The woman’s hand was busy in her groin, masturbating furiously as she was being swallowed whole by the hungry animal.
n’Phela too was masturbating as she looked about the Conciliabulum de Serpentium with new eyes. No longer was this a frightening hall to try and shower within while avoiding the terrifying beasts within. With one hand she slid her long fingers inside herself deeply and strongly while the other hand worked her clit. She stuck out her own tongue and the flicking tongue of the hungry python coiled around it momentarily. This hallway was a place almost of worship, the women offering water and themselves to the hungry woman swallowing serpents and the Roman gods. As the nude women showered among the unsupervised hungry serpents it was up to the gods themselves whether or not the gift of the self was accepted by the slithering serpents. Leaving the showers clean and alive was a blessing and the air was crisper and life more beautiful because of it.
That she felt a deep sexual longing and a giving desire as she watched the reticulated python taking the woman down its throat, bringing her closer to its stomach where she would be digested alive, was itself a blessing as well. As the serpent swallowed the woman’s feet into it’s mouth then gone down its throat as well she achieved a fiery orgasm, crying out as she came. She needed to share this information, this feeling, this blessing, with her Nubian bosses and their bosses as well. A Nubian Serpens Imbres needed to be built as soon as possible!
She looked over to Adelia to speak with her and felt another burst of sexual desire in her crotch- the anaconda’s nose was between Adelias firm breasts and it’s lower jaw was between her shoulder blades. Adelia’s head was already in the throat of the serpent that was swallowing her whole and it wouldn’t be too long before she too was tucked tight in the belly of the beast, waiting to be digested alive. n’Phela caressed her vulva affectionately, teasing her clit for a second. As she stood under the weight of the rock serpent she felt weak for a moment- coming hard did that to her. She looked down the throat of the rock python, it’s jaws wide open and next to her head. It was up to fate and the gods but she felt good about this. She felt good about the Nubian Serpens Imbres. And when the rock python closed its jaws and slid off her body to look for its enclosure she laughed with sheer pleasure.
Then, leaving Adelia swallowed down to her waist (her hands again between her legs, bringing herself to orgasm one last time as the snake swallowed her whole) in the throat of the anaconda, she walked, nude and proud, to the exit of the Serpens Imbres. As she passed, every serpent head (without a woman in its mouth and throat keeping it from turning) turned to watch her as she went by. Some of the serpents followed her for a time but every one of them eventually let her pass without tucking her into the hot, wet, tight sac of its stomach.
I hope it’s worthy. I only hint at it toward the end, but n’Phela is one of a new species of woman… snakes don’t eat them out of choice but they retain a deep connection to the serpents. Oooh
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Of course this poor woman despises fate- in ANY world where hungry serpents are free to swallow whole and digest alive any busty woman they wish, being flat as a board like Raina insures she will never know the pleasures of being tucked tight in a hot wet acid-filled stomach sac.
as she leaned into the mirror and checked her eye-liner.
“I saw her being eaten by a snake this morning, headfirst, and not ONLY was she wearing that Vettron dress she swore she didn’t have but the tramp wasn’t even wearing any underwear. She’s been waxing this whole time- Brazilian.” Sandy leaned back up and sighed. “She did have a nice looking pussy though. I watched it go into the snake’s mouth. She was masturbating as the snake swallowed her.”
Tammy closed her eyes as she listened to Sandy talk. Betty Lou had been bad mouthing women who let themselves be swallowed by snakes and here it was because she was planning on being swallowed herself. Typical Betty Lou. Well, at least now they wouldn’t have to deal with her any more. Being swallowed whole and digested alive wasn’t something you just did on a weekend and then came back to work on Monday.
“Now I wish I’d taken Betty Lou up on her offer,” said Sandy sadly. “She invited me to come to her house last night and suck on and lick her pussy. I’ve wanted my mouth on those tits for a long time too. I should have taken her up on her offer, but I had Mary, from Accounting, over last night and I fucked her instead.” She leaned closer to Tammy. “Her pussy tastes like strawberries and fine wine. God, I ate that cunt for hours. Sniff my face,” she said, and breathed on Tammy as she did so.
“I didn’t wash that pussy off from last night and you should still smell her pussy on my breath. I had my tongue so far up her birth canal I was licking her cervix.” Sandy’s facial skin did have a faint smell of aroused vagina still on it and the scent was intoxicating. Tammy made a mental note to have sex with Mary as soon as possible. While Tammy did count herself as basically heterosexual, it had been over ten years since she had even touched the clothes a man had been wearing while she’d had sex with over four thousand completely seperate women during that same time. She’d had her face in so much cunt it was amazing she didn’t live in one.
“Well, have you decided or do I need to keep the tits out much longer?” asked Sandy, turning toward Tammy. She’d unbuttoned her blouse in the restroom because Tammy had asked her too, to help her decide whether or not she wanted to have sex with Sandy. Sandy’s breasts were large and full, soft globes larger than her head but firm and topped with ruby red cherry nipples. They jiggled and bounced with every movement, enticing and beautiful and soft and warm. They were both sexy and innocent, brazen and yet timid.
“Let’s fuck,” said Tammy and half a second later Sandy’s skirt had hit the floor.
“God damn, I couldn’t wait a second longer,” said Sandy. “I’m so horny I could fuck a Mack truck, take all thirty six feet and still have room for more.”
I wrote this story as background for a picture done by RJRbwb. PLEASE click the link and look at the pic I have masturbated my little pussy off to this pic and the concepts in it!
So I wrote a story for it. Several reasons I wrote it actually. The first) was that, of course, I love the pic. the 2nd) was because I wanted to show Rudy 3rd) what I really like in vore. Twice I printed this story out, took off all my clothes below the waist, sat down on a chair and hiked myself butt forward so I could reach everything easily, then read the story to Rudy. And teased my pussy during the entire thing. Did the circular motion on my clit (Oh nice!), shoved fingers into myself (mmm), played with my lips (what a tease), etc etc etc. At the end of each reading, I then said to Rudy, “I like this idea the best,” Then I found it, read it aloud to him again, then jilled to orgasm for me. And him I left the chair very wet. Didn’t set a towel down, it was wood. A little cold at first on my buns, but it warmed up.
So here we are, the story. I wrote it first, then I went through it and snaked it up. It was okay but not very snakey the first time. Now, no one survives
Here we go!
Proserpina Hispulla checked her electronic assistant again- always busy, always busy. Another complaint of abuse at the Serpens Proeliis. Sigh. The fifth such complaint in the fifth year. At least it was always a different complaint every time. And this year, the complaint was abuse of the serpents. Oh my.
Serpina gathered her necessaries into her briefcase, checked her tunic in the mirror, her hair, her makeup- all in place and becoming of a highly professional up and coming government official.
The Serpens Proeliis was only a few blocks from her own work building so Serpina decided to walk. No need to spend the money on a Nubia, although she realised they needed the numus to live as well. Best she spent the Denarii on the necessaries than the simples.
The front of the building was a simple whitewash, the letters in red above the double doors. There was a busy traffic of entering women at the doorway. Upon entering, she spoke into a button operated electric talker. The woman operating the switchboard took her information, bade her take a seat on one on the benches and promised to call a supervisor immediately. Around her, women entering to fight in the arena’s walked past and around her.
Serpina took a seat on a clean bench, briefcase on her knees. She knew the women operating the switchboards at the Serpens Proeliis were also slave labor.
In only a few minutes, a tall woman in very short red skirt greeted Serpina. The single wrapped red skirt was thin material and didn’t reach even halfway down down her muscled, bronze thighs. Serpina knew that she, as all workers at the Proeliis, wore no undergarments beneath the skirt. She was nude from the waist up, as all female workers at the Proeliis were, a badge of honor. This indicated, on Proeliis terms, survival in honorable combat where the punishment for failure was death. She was an exceptionally busty woman, extremely topheavy, each heavy breast easily four times larger than her head and flowing locks of flame red hair, a good fifty to sixty pounds of soft breast each. This showed the pureblood Amazonas in her- the Amazonas were an extremely busty people, although the woman coming to greet her had a very flat chest by Amazonas standards.
“Operarius Proserpina Hispulla,” she greeted Serpina, who felt inwardly very intimidated by this woman’s gigantic tits. Her own tits were only slightly larger than twice the size of her own head and hair and were only as firm as basketballs. She had always felt bad about their small size and knew that her own flat chest was holding her back in her work promotions. “I am very sorry that your visit is felt to be necessary. I understand this is a visit about the health of our animals?”
“Operarius Ingens Ubera”, replied Serpina. She had prepared herself for the meeting, already knew the name of the person she was about to meet. “Of sorts. Abuse of animals, to be exact. If I could see the serpents, hear what you have to say?”
“Certainly,” replied O. Ubera. “Please, follow me.” She turned and walked away, Serpina following. As O. Ubera walked, each of her breasts was easily visible to either side of her as she walked- her back was two feet wide from shoulder to shoulder, her breasts easily three and a half feet at their widest, swaying and wobbling as O. Ubera walked. She certainly made it easy to follow her, thought Serpina jealously.
The first serpent that O Ubera stopped at for Serpina’s examination was a thirty three foot long anaconda. This mighty beast was stretched out in it’s enclosure, obviously miserable. It was stuffed full to it’s tail, belching softly. It’s innards groaned, sloshing as the beast struggled to digest the contents of it’s overfull stomach.
“My goodness,” said Serpina. “This poor beast. How many fights has this beast been in today?”
Ubera checked her own electronic device. “Seven battles against seven Amazonas this morning, O. Hispulla, and another five scheduled for the rest of the day.”
“And how many has it won?” Although looking at the poor beast, noisily digesting the seven women stuffed into its belly in it’s misery, Serpina could tell the answer already.
“Seven victories, O. Hispulla, swallowing whole and alive each defeated Amazona as is customary.” O. Ubera reached a hand into the waistband of her skirt, rubbed her groin hard several times.
“And what exactly does any woman have to do to be declared Amazonas, O. Ubera?” Serpina already knew the answer and didn’t expect O. Ubera to give her one- as was customary, any Roman woman could declare herself honorary Amazona after the subjugation of the Amazonas people over a thousand years prior. Serpina herself had declared herself Amazona upon her fourteenth birthday, the day every Roman girl was considered a physically and sexually mature woman. Only the truly flat chested Roman woman could not be called Amazonas, carrying less than thirty pounds of breast on her ribcage a mark of Amazonas shame.
O. Ubera did not answer, instead taking her to the next beast in line. She entered the next holding enclosure and stood over the head of the twenty eight foot long reticulated python within, one slippered foot on either side of the beasts head. Her stance brought the heel of each slippered foot two feet away from the other. This serpent too was hissing softly, it’s belly groaning and gurgling as it tried valiantly to digest the women stuffing it’s innards.
The enclosure for each of the serpents within the Proeliis was an open wall into each enclosure, there being no doors to shut on any of them. The hall of serpent enclosures was one hundred feet long, the hall entrance of formal entry near the center. It was this entrance O. Hispulla and O. Ubera entered. There were fifteen serpent enclosures on each side of the hall, each enclosure an open side and each was some twenty feet deep and five feet wide, ten feet in height. Electric lights kept the enclosures from seeming like dungeon cells. Between each enclosure was a showerhead, with a wide, deep shelf above it. Before a battle, each woman changed in the hall, storing her belongings on the shelves above the showerheads. As well, at any time any of the women fighters, female visitors, or female staff could enter the hall of serpents, strip, and avail themselves of the showers. The hall of serpents was filled to capacity, the waiting halls outside filled to capacity with waiting women. Between the nude showering women the serpents slithered, either to a battle where it would swallow whole and alive so it could digest a bested woman combatant or, belly full of a bested and still living swallowed woman to digest, back to it’s enclosure.
To reach the enclosure O. Hispulla and O. Ubera now stood in, they had walked between two sets of naked and showering women between every snake enclosure- the Proeliis was a very popular building, both for showering and for the sacred and formal honorary combat between woman and serpent. The two government women had also stepped over and past many serpents travelling unsupervised in the hallway, almost as many lone serpents as there were showering nude women. A large number of the serpents had slithered up to and coiled showering women. No one, not O. Ubera nor any of the other showering women had cared when the wet serpents had begun swallowing the struggling and shouting women alive so O. Hispulla, after a few backward glances (during which the serpents had swallowed the women down to their naked and shaved crotches, other women stepping over the snakes and their half-swallowed, struggling prey) ignored the feeding snakes and their living meals of women.
The reticulated python at O. Ubera’s feet was normally six inches wide from side to side. It was now, all down it’s length from head to tail, stuffed with swallowed women in various stages of digestion.
“This poor animal!” gasped Serpina.
“It has been in six battles this morning,” said O. Ubera as she checked her electronic assistant.
“Don’t tell me,” said Serpina. “It won every battle?”
“Please, O. Hispulla,” said O. Ubera, shaking her head, her vast tits jouncing and bouncing at the movement. “I can come close to guessing what you are thinking, but please remember. Every beast, upon winning at honorable combat, must be given the right conquest- the opportunity to swallow whole and digest alive any woman, should it choose, that it has beaten. To rob the creature of this opportunity to swallow whole and digest alive any woman it has beaten in combat is to treat it less than honorably. And as for any woman who has been beaten at honorable combat, to offer herself up to be swallowed whole and digested alive is to give her the chance to win back her honor. Any woman bested in combat by a serpent and not swallowed whole and digested alive is to live the rest of her life knowing nothing but shame.”
O. Ubera gestured down at the woman stuffed snake at their feet, her other hand stroking her vulva beneath her skirts, it’s belly swollen with the living women it had swallowed whole and was now slowly digesting alive. The swallowed women near it’s head were still moving inside the stretched stomach, while the swallowed women closer to the tail were in a much more advanced state of digestion.
O. Hispulla bent down closer to the hissing head of the reticulated python. When her head was approximately six inches from it’s own head, the snake suddenly belched, easing pressure within it’s greatly swollen stomach. The smell that filled Serpina’s nose was expected (the stench of digesting meat, the fear sweat of terrified swallowed whole woman in a tight and digesting stomach) and a complete surprise (the heady aroma of aroused vagina, of orgasm in a tight enclosed space). The beast looked Serpina in the eye, appraising her even as it digested the many bested women in it’s stomach. She knew the beast was internally debating coiling her, swallowing her whole, and digesting her alive and the thought made her wet. It belched again, loosing another gust of gas from the hundreds of pounds of living woman meat digesting in it’s innards and looked away.
Surprising herself, Serpina felt a continued tingling in her own sex. Either the thought of the swallowed women in the belly of the beast, or the thought of joining the swallowed women being digested alive in the belly of the suffering animal was arousing her. For a brief moment she wondered if O. Ubera also felt this arousal when looking at her serpents when they had swallowed whole and were digesting alive their bested combatants, then she remembered how O. Ubera was constantly rubbing her clitoris while watching the snakes with their bellies full of swallowed woman.
“If I may see another beast?” she said, checking the time on her electronic wrist clock. Over a half hour had passed, to her continued surprise. O. Ubera turned and walked away from the woman-stuffed beast at their feet and back into the hall of serpents. They continued past another few sets of nude, wet women and the serpents eating them and into another enclosure. This serpent was another anaconda and, to Serpina’s surprise, lean and hungry.
“This is Einos,” said O. Ubera as she stood straddled over the serpent’s head, one slippered foot resting against it’s snout. It’s coal black eyes were locked on her unclothed tight muscled pelvis, clean shaven sex, and the huge underside of her tits. “He is a forty foot anaconda and unbattled as yet today. He has never lost a battle, having swallowed whole and digested alive well over six hundred women. He is a very popular combatant and I am unsure as to why he is today as yet unbattled.”
“Ah,” she said, checking her digital assistant. “He was merely given the morning to rest his belly after winning sixteen battles yesterday, swallowing whole and digesting alive every woman he bested. Normally, any serpent with a belly that full of swallowed women would be digesting the women inside him for weeks. Einos is a prime example, however, of one of a newly discovered species of anaconda- unlike other serpents, these snakes subsist primarily and only on a diet of women.” Einos, as she spoke, was coiling around her feet, although she ignored him entirely as she spoke, caressing her aroused genitals. His large serpent head slid beneath her skirt and Serpina could see him nuzzling O. Ubera’s groin, sniffing loudly as he did so. “No matter how many women these serpents swallow whole in a day, digesting alive each woman they do so, they need to feed again the next day, filling their bellies with living women to digest alive. Surely you can see why so many women choose this serpent for honorable combat,” she said. As she spoke, Einos lifted his head from under her skirt and coiled around Ubera’s chest, circling each of her huge tits seperately and forked tongue flicking at each of her hard, erect nipples. He coiled again around her, his head coming up from behind Ubera, his head coming to rest on her shoulder, his head next to hers. “To win in combat would be an extremely honorable thing.”
Serpina looked at O. Ubera, coiled in serpent. Of her tall, muscled frame, only her hands, head, and tight, erect red nipples were uncoiled in loops of hungry anaconda.
“Well,” said Serpina, satisfied in her examination of the care and feeding of the serpents at the Serpens Proeliis. “I think I can give you, and perhaps your second in command,” she said, Einos’s serpent mouth gaping open next to O. Ubera’s head. “My recommendation. I don’t see any actual abuse of the animals here- I believe any complaint was merely as to the number of women each of the serpents is forced to consume whole and digest alive on a daily basis. The number of serpents here merely needs to be doubled,” she said, thinking back to the hall behind her, the hall of serpents. Already it crawled thick with hungry, woman swallowing animals but it could easily hold twice the number of woman eating beasts. Perhaps triple the beasts. Already the showers were used on a waiting only basis; triple or quadruple the number of woman meat hungry stomachs roaming the hall and they would be turning away easily scores of women eager to use the showers, let alone battle in the arenas. “I would personally think at least twenty or more of the kind of serpent Einos here is,” she said as she typing into her electronic device. She knew she was speaking to ears that would easily agree with her, should they be able to hear. Einos’s lips were easing their way down O. Ubera’s chest, the woman gently sliding into it’s throat. At the speed the serpent was swallowing whole O. Ubera, she would be inside the beasts’ stomach in just fifteen to twenty minutes. As she watched Ubera’s hands working at her crotch, masturbating as the snake swallowed her alive, Serpina knew that the fighter also had felt, and had been unable to further resist, the sexual longing all women felt when watching serpent’s swallow other women whole and alive.
“And send,” said Serpina as she electronically filed her report. Her morning’s work finished, Serpina walked back into the hall of serpents, stepping over a reticulated python as it finished swallowing whole a woman who had been showering just outside Einos’ enclosure, the woman’s feet vanishing into the mouth of the beast, disappearing as the snake swallowed her body down it’s tight throat toward the enclosing sac of it’s belly, there to join the other women it had swallowed whole and alive already. Down the hall in either direction Serpina could see hungry snakes swallowing whole, so they could digest alive, every showering woman there. She began to strip down, wanting a quick shower before she went back to work. If I make it back to work, she thought, lower belly tingling and her sex wet and warm as she watched another hungry serpent coil a woman who had just stripped to shower a few feet away. She began to masturbate as she watched the snake begin swallowing the woman head first, ignoring the coils of serpent suddenly sliding around her own legs.
I hope you all liked it!
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He said, “I can only think of how much pain that one gal’s back is with boobs that big. That part sounds like a guy wrote it.”
And I said, “But, but, I like big boobs like that. Not on me, not on real people…”
He said, “No, a girl wouldn’t write anyone with boobs that big, she’d be thinking of her back and what it would feel like all the time.”
And I patted my pussy and said “I’m a girl, you’ve had your dick in this before, guys don’t have this.”
And he said, “Doesn’t matter. Sounds like a guy wrote it.”
So I leave it up to you all. I will change the story if I need to. Does that part sound like a guy wrote it? I like big boobs, even boobs that big (Not on me, you know that!), but I don’t want to ‘write like a guy’. I’m working hard on my own voice all the time, and I don’t need it sounding like someone elses.