Then, The Apology And Explanation Post

I have been way more depressed than usual lately and I am sorry- it’s lead me to ignore the keyboard way more than I wanted to. So that is where I have been- battling depression is the short answer. It’s the long answer too- battling depression is tough. You don’t want to do anything, let alone anything that takes effort- like live. But I am trying, my friends. I am trying as hard as I can. And why?

Because I love you.

So just hang on- I promise I will get back on posting schedule NOW. And more stories to follow- including the sex and vore filled climax (in more ways than one) to the Diamond/Denfall epic 🙂

Take care my friends. Take care.

Anne

First, A Skype Post

Skype is a horrible program. It is terrible, when it works. And I can never get it to work. Tonight I tried to sign in to talk to people. Well, I couldn’t sign in- wouldn’t take my name and password. So I clicked the link to go to the password reset page.

On that page, you are to enter your email addy and they will send you an email. In that email, you can either click a link and it will automagically do the busy work for you and then all you have to do is enter the new password. Well, when I click that link it tells me “Sorry that password token is not recognized, please try entering it again or get another password token.” Well, fuck sticks. There is also a 55 (it’s long is the point) character code you can enter manually if the link doesn’t work. Well, I go to the page were you can enter the code. I do so, hit submit, and get the reply on the next page: “Sorry that password token is not recognized, please try entering it again or get another password token.”

So the prog doesn’t take my name and password. And when I go to reset things so I can get in, it won’t let me because it is sending me the wrong info and the wrong links to fix things,.

Fuck Skype. I hate the interface when it does work. It’s like playing with diseased vaginal discharge. I hate it.

Now y!m I like. The Yahoo messenger interface and program isn’t perfect by any means but the fucker works and it works well. So if you want to chat with me online, try y!m. At least the fucker works.

I Know I Need To Finish The Diamond/Denfall Saga

but until then, here is some more Modern Roman Empire material!

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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.

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Eh- All that I have done on that piece. It’s just a toss-piece, written one night to try and feel horny 🙂

 

Skype- Sounds Like A Crotch Disease

Anyway, my old Skype account is gone for whatever reason, so here is my NEW Skype details for anyone to add me 🙂

Name: Anne.Franke@gmail.com

Dat were easy.

SsfDelta, I done sent you a contact  request. Martin, contact me I will contact you. I await your cock with open mouth and spread legs 😉

Anne (oh what a dirty girl!)

It Makes Me Proud To Be An American

when I turn on the TV, and see a bunch of black folk calling each other ‘nigger’.

Now, as a certified, card carrying bleeding heart liberal, it makes me uncomfortable just to even type the word ‘nigger’, let alone SAY the word ‘nigger’.  And while I can semi-understand the rationale of ‘we can call each other nigger, but you can’t even SAY the word nigger’, I still feel… itchy, when I see a bunch of black folk, on TV, calling each other ‘nigger’.

Now, be honest here, I only see black GUYS calling each other nigger. Black gals, when THEY say ‘nigger’, you can see the distaste on their faces, and they generally refer to rock-stupid, drug using thug types with the term.

Now, as a bleeding heart liberal, *I* would never refer to ANYone as a ‘nigger’. I also refuse to use the term ‘African American’ as that is butt-fucked stupid. I will only go as far as to use the term ‘black folk’. 🙂

Anne

No- No One Has Anything To Say About The Story?

Am I the only one that actually liked it? Did all y’all hate my Cairo excerpt of my latest story in progress? The possibility of that has absolutely chilled me to my core. I would hate to think that I am the only one that likes my current setting.

Well, here’s the next 2 paragraphs I have already done today, but I’m going to have to wait and see before I can write any more. Right now I am wrapped in a suffocating blanket of total depression.

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Until the sated serpents awoke and slithered away to digest the women in their bellies back in their enclosures among the naked, showering, defenseless women back in the Imbres, the next woman to enter the Arena to engage her serpent in sacred combat would have to pick her way around and over the fat gurgling stomachs of the thick-bodied thirty-plus foot long serpents draped around the Arena. If the battles had been going on for some time before she was to face off against her serpent, there might be fifty or sixty lightly snoring serpents spread out across the sand of the Arena, sunning their fat, gurgling, lightly writhing bellies. Then she too would stand, naked in the sun and surrounded by woman swallowing serpents with swollen bellies filled with swallowed women being digested alive, gigantic naked breasts lightly wobbling on her chest as she waited for her hungry woman swallowing serpent to arrive for sacred combat. She too would stare into the coal black eyes of the hungry, woman swallowing serpent that was her opponent until the time for combat began. She too would stand, legs apart and cunt getting wetter, until it was time and she strode forward and into the waiting coils of the serpent.

Anippe opened her eyes, sitting on the warm blue tiled floor of the Cairo Serpens Imbres, water splashing her, legs splayed out and hand on her cunt. Her orgasm had been intense, to the point she felt she must have blacked out for a time- The rock serpent that had been just swallowing the ass of the woman it had begun swallowing whole and alive when she began masturbating, now had it’s scaly lips almost down to the swallowed woman’s ankles, her huge-breasted body bulging out the body of the serpent swallowing her. It had had a terrible time swallowing her gigantic tits, each huge flesh pillow many times the size of her head. But the hungry monster hadn’t given up and had just kept swallowing the woman deeper down it’s throat until her hard nipples had vanished down it’s throat as well.

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God, I hope I’m not the only one (barring Falsdoon, bless yer heart) that likes this setting.