1st Draft ‘Dr. Diamond’ Story

Dr. Jet Diamond slithered quietly in the doorway, his long black scaled body nearly silent on the linoleum that coated the floor. A line of red and green scales started at his nose and ran down the center of his spine all the way to the tip of his tail, nearly forty feet in distance. In the last third of his body there was a lump, a bulge, evidence of a meal that was digesting away. Although his face and jaw line was not conducive to facial movement, he did his best to smile as he drew near to his intended.

“Dr. Denfall,” he said, his voice a deep baritone. “I wanted to let you know how pleased I am that you have joined our happy little family.” He smiled as deeply as he could. “Ever since the loss of our Dr. Finlay, we have been sadly short of the feminine viewpoint.” He sighed deeply, coiling around the bulge in his lower length. “Ah, whatever happened to Dr. Finlay, anyway,” he said, setting his head atop the bulge. “We miss her greatly.”

Dr. Denfall looked at the great black anaconda coiled on her office floor, the disdain on her face barely masked. “Dr. Diamond,” she said. “Your reputation precedes you. Quite the charmer, aren’t you?” Dr. Denfall stood, looking down at him. She was a shorter woman, barely five foot three, and would have barely topped the scale at a hundred pounds if she hadn’t been so impressively busty. Each of the massive globes riding high on her chest were much, much larger than her head, very full and very firm, topped with large, erect nipples. She carried her milk machines proudly, her blouse extremely tight and very low cut, the deep V almost to the waist of her mini-mini skirt. When she braced her legs and leaned back against her desk it was obvious she wore no underclothing beneath it, her aggressively displayed vulva cleanly shaven.

“I like to think so,” said Dr. Diamond, eying Dr. Denfall greedily. “I have a reputation to maintain, and I have other needs I have to fill.”

“Yes, you woman swallowing snakes certainly do have needs to fill don’t you?” said Dr. Denfall, looking over the framed of her black rimmed glasses at the serpent coiled on her office floor. Her eyes were a deep blue, her shoulder length hair a brilliant blonde and cut in loose ringlets. “I’m onto you, Dr. Diamond,” she said. “I know where Dr. Finlay went. And I know you need to feed again soon.”

“Well then,” said the snake in return. It lifted it’s great head from it’s coils and slithered closer to her. It’s coal black eyes stared into hers, the head coming close to hers. “You seem to know so much. Maybe you’d like to go greet our late Dr. Finlay?” Dr. Diamond gaped open his jaws, the mouth and deep throat behind it well large enough to swallow Dr. Denfall’s head and shoulders easily.

“I’ll play your game,” laughed Dr. Denfall. “And I’ll up the ante.” She unbuttoned the single button holding her blouse shut, pulling her shoulders back and lifting her heavy breasts higher. She leaned forward, settling her breasts against the tongue and lower jaw of the anaconda. She leaned forward, setting her head against the base of the tongue, her hair falling into the throat that opened just past. She pushed her hands and arms into the throat of the anaconda, shoving forward with her feet. Her head and shoulders slid into the beast’s throat as well, following her arms. When she spoke, her words were muffled by the throat her upper body was in. “Your move, Dr. Diamond. No one but you knows I am here yet.” She ground her hips forward and her miniskirt fell to the floor around her ankles, leaving her hanging all but nude from the mouth of the snake.

Dr. Diamond couldn’t speak with the woman in his mouth, but he lifted his head and she slid forward, her body to the waist now down his throat.  He swallowed just slightly, her dripping pussy sliding against his tongue. She was deeply sexually excited, almost ready to achieve orgasm right there on his tongue. She bent her knees a little and with that she slid  deeper into his throat- now only her legs from the knees down in his mouth, her feet just barely over the edge of his lower jaw. She wriggled and slid deeper until only her ankles were hooked at the corners of his mouth, her entire nude body deep down his throat. It would take only the slightest tremble on Dr. Diamond’s part and she could slide down his gullet and into his stomach- and that alone kept Dr. Diamond very still.

This was her game, not his. While the slightest misplay on her part would lead to her being digested alive, Dr. Diamond was well aware that she was holding the cards right now. While it was correct that no one knew she was there yet- in fact, to the rest of the world she was in transit to parts unknown, and if he swallowed her and digested her alive no one would ever know what had happened, she was counting on this. This wasn’t Jet Diamond’s M.O. This wasn’t the game he played. And at the moment, her wet cunt tasted like ashes on his tongue.

He dipped his head back down, spitting. She slid back out of his throat and mouth, drenched in saliva. It was almost as if she had taken a shower in snake spit she was so wet, her hair plastered to her wet body. And while she stared back at him, rubbing her crotch with one hand and breathing heavily, there was an undeniable look of disappointment on her face. Diamond looked into her eyes from a gap of only a few inches, then drew back.

“I look forward to working with you,” he rasped, then turned and quickly slithered from the room. He turned back and looked at her just before leaving and her face was looking  after him, she was leaning back on the desk and rubbing heavily and quickly between her legs, eyes clenched shut and the other hand roughly massaging one gigantic breast. He hissed quietly and slid away.

Another Late Post, Lots Of Story Fragments

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.

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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

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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!

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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.
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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.
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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!

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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.

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Just didn’t do anything for me. Must be why I did a different beginning for the story 🙂

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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.

Anne

Still Trying To Stick To Schedule

One of the reasons the MRE stories are taking so long to write, and take so many drafts (for each of the MRE stories I have posted, there have been 10 or 15 story beginnings that I have tossed, usually about half a page of text), is the different style of writing I am trying. And as you saw from the last one, it’s a more detailed style than I usually employ. Hard to maintain 🙂

Still working on the next chapter tho. From a Nubian viewpoint, and hey- what about that bitch, the Mayor of Cairo? What a cunt. Go back and read about her, then read the next story post- when I post it 🙂

Onward and ever forward!

Avaunt.

All Right, Let’s Try This

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.

Jeez.

Anyway, here we go!

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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.

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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.

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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! 😉

Wow, A Bit Late Here Aren’t I?

Jeez. Missed Monday and Wednesday. At least I am making a Thursday post 🙂 I have been working hard on another MRE story. Takes place in Cairo of all places! How about that? And oddest of all for a vore/sex story, it’s mostly story so far… so I guess those of you only in it for the vore have a lot to skip past, don’t you? 🙂

Anyway, other than that I and the family are doing… okay. The oldest kid keeps inviting friends over to stay the night and that sucks because that means I can’t wander around the house with no pants on and then masturbate in front of Rudy while I read a story out loud. Sigh. The crosses we bear.

Anyway, I’ll be posting what I have of my story here in another post soon. Hope y’all like it!

My Latest Vore Story May Be More Story Than Vore

the way things are going. We shall see. Once again my progress is slow and less than steady. I’ve done a lot of studying on Roman gods, Nubian gods, when the Nubian Empire became the Egyptian world (in my world 🙂 ), etc. Getting there 🙂

Also, saw ‘Oz The Great And Powerful’ over the weekend. Wow, awesome movie! I LOVE the original movie, and I have devoured the books. They did a great job of bringing Oz to life!

Two thumbs up! The only thing that would have made it better would have been to have the female characters all swallowed whole and digested alive by snakes 🙂

An Actual Friday Post On A Friday!

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.

Anne

I Do Chat With People, I Do RP With People

Just to reiterate for people- I am not one of those blog/story writers that never interacts with people. I dunno if y’all have noticed that in the comments section lately, Martin has been wanting me to be on MSN Messenger (Which is now just Skype. Way to just give up, Microsoft). I’ve been blatantly, wantonly sexual in my comments to him, begging him to fuck my mouth and throat like it’s a wet, willing cunt. Well, I hope he doesn’t mind my saying this, but the other night we DID manage to catch each other on Skype…

It was hot 🙂 If I hadn’t had the kids in the living room and had to make dinner in a bit, I would have been jilling along with him. He did, in chat and textual RP, fuck my mouth and throat hard like a wet, willing cunt. I kept the chat for later that night 😉

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I Seem To Be A Day Behind On All Posts

I actually am sticking to my schedule! No one seems to be READING my stuff that I am posting but by God I am posting it! Oh well.

Right now my pain situation is way worse than it has been in the past. My arms are very bad right now- my arms down to my hands burn, my wrists and fingers hurt from arthritis/fibromyalgia… my legs and lower back are bad as well. The other day I forgot to take mt meds before I went to bed because I am a woman and therefore stupid (fuck you if you actually believe this sort of talk, tho, I am trying to be funny) so the next day when I sat down I couldn’t get back up! I had to take my pain meds plus extra and wait for the meds to work before I could stand back up. Long long time since I hurt so bad I couldn’t stand up.

Anywayses, still working on the MRE story. Lots of women ending up in snake tummies. Fairly young, moderately beautiful, extremely stacked women stuffed into snake tummies. Mmmm. Leave room for me, please!

See yez.

Already I Messed Up The Schedule

Sigh. Tuesday morning here 🙂 I’m still working on a new story in the Modern Roman Empire. You know, much as I love the setting, it is so fucking hard to write stories here. Not so much, I think, because the setting is poor- oh no no no, we all know the setting is WAY sexy! I think it’s because I am having to make sure the stories are JUST RIGHT- I don’t want to fuck up the setting! Most of my stories don’t have a ‘real’ setting. They’re just places to have women eaten. No real setting, just a few details to make it SEEM like a place, then toss a few cunts down some gullets and call it a story. No, this is a REAL SETTING for REAL STORIES and I know this, so when it’s not working, I toss it.  I have one that’s about a page and a quarter now, but it’s mostly just to torment Rudy while I masturbate in front of him 🙂 I might post it, dunno. It might be a story if I work on it. I’m gonna see what it works into.

Okely, I’ll see what we have for a post later today, see if the story is a story, if so I MIGHT post what I have so far.