New Weird Story :)

This was not a movie of standout performances. The acting was bland the characters- mygosh, where are they finding the actors these days? I could hardly tell any of the female characters apart. Every vulva was shaved bald, each set of labia the same, each gaping birth canal uniformly deep. Only in this fashion was the lead female character in any way different from her companions. At one point the lead was suspended in a splits position, vaginal opening gaping wide and deep and under her a fully grown man sitting in a crouched position. She was lowered onto and over him until her torso was hard against the ground and he was inside her. She stood, showed him to be gone, then sat again and rehooked herself. Her legs were pulled wide again and she was lifted. The man, drenched in vaginal fluids, then stands and walks away. While this is nothing new (this routinely occurs to every man several times per hour, and sometimes they never let us out, just digest us with their cunts!) it was more than her companions did.

Except for one performance that was all in the background. This one chick (and this is one of the very few times I wish they would show more than the woman’s cunt in film- hair is a good identifier, and what with every female actor’s cunt shaved bald, well then) with a beauty mark near her anus is shown swallowing nearly ten women in a row with her cunt in that one scene alone. During the entire film they show that cunt swallowing over three hundred other cunts without letting any of them back out. I think she digested all those cunts with her uterus. Sign me up, I want MY cock in THAT cunt!

Even when the serpent was swallowing each of the female stars whole it was hard to tell those cunts apart. Only when the lead actress’s cunt was stuffed with 18 or more long inches of 6 inch wide cock could you tell that her clitoris was larger than any of the other female actor’s. Luckily the female lead’s cunt spent the entire film stuffed with cock, the smallest being nine inches long and three inches side side to side. The largest was just over three feet long and almost a foot thick. She spent half the film being fucked by that three foot cock- down her throat ‘til his balls were on her chin, up her ass until his balls almost went in, and so far up her cunt he DID fuck her with his balls too! When he finally pulled out and came on her cunt lips (actually filling her gaping birth canal with jizz in seven great pint-size spurts) it was a thing of beauty.

During the first 10 minutes of this 45 minute film, almost 1000 women are swallowed and digested alive by other women’s cunts; almost ten thousand women are swallowed whole and digested alive by serpent’s. After this very slow start things pick up and by the end of the film well over ten thousand women are swallowed and digested by cunts, well over ten million women swallowed whole and digested alive by serpents.

All in all, this was a typical children’s film with nothing to especially recommend it. Only good to show young girls that acting is a viable career choice for women.

1 of 5 Stars

Anne

The Male Penis Revisited.

I am very horny. I want you, yes, you, to take that cock you have there and out it in me. No, not in my mouth. Well, I mean, of course it’ll go in my mouth just not right now. Lower. There’s a lower hole. EEK! Not THAT hole either! That hole has never taken a cock! Well, not on the first date and you better tell me you love me first. No, put that cock right HERE.

No, really, I’m not joking. I know, a cunt can look weird if you’ve never seen one before. Trust me, cock looked really weird the very first time I sucked one. But after you’ve had- well, I can’t count numbers. I estimate each cock I’ve had in me has been 8″ to 9″ inches, and over the years I figure I’ve had about three hundred miles of cock in me. Not counting the repeat cocks. Anyway. What was I saying? Oh yeah!

Now just put the head right… Oooh, you’ve got it. Slides right in, doesn’t it? Yeah, feels incredible to me too! There are no words- you have to hope the woman you’re talking to has been fucked before, so she’ll understand when you say, “It’s like- 6″ of cock in you on  a cold morning and you don’t want to get up.”

Now, make sure you’re riding me up high- we need to be able to rock when you thrust, keep the base of your wonderful, wonderful cock grinding against my clitoris. If you lean up, no, stay in, just lean up, there you see? That’s my clit. It’s like a female cock, though we tend to say your penis is like a male clitoris.  Just make sure there’s a lot of clitoral contact while you fuck me with that rocking motion.

Oh jesus, oh fuck, just- just fuck me, fuck me harder. Harder- I want to feel your cock in my throat! God, oh god- yes, just- oh fuck, fuck me- fuck- FUCK- oh fuck me jesus, fuck me jesus, just fuck me Fuck Me oh JESUS FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK FUUUUUUUUUck-

…meeeeee oh god yes, oh god yes thank you oh thank you no don’t pull out leave it in me just lay on me for a while I like the feel of your skin and you smell really nice no, you do really yes even when covered in sex sweat you silly goose mmm kiss me please that’s nice mmmmm no just leave it in it’s okay if it’s soft it’ll stay for a while, just hold me and breathe…

Captain Isoula Delmakkie Walked Down The Clean

Captain Isoula Delmakkie walked down the clean white corridor, hip joints creaking and snapping. Damned legs- they’d never worked right. Even now she still had to get them adjusted every month or they’d break down entirely. They’d been a waste of money, a waste of effort. Sure, the solid metal legs looked good (damned good she thought, remembering how she’d looked this morning after locking the legs on, body still sweaty from a night’s hard fucking- damned sexy). But reliability was a requirement as well and these damned things had been anything but.

She tapped the colored circle, about the size of a dinner plate, on the sick bay door and waited for it to slide to the side. When it did so, she walked in and smiled when she saw Dr. Helm.

Dr. Helm was actually one of the approximately 20 xenomorphs on board, complementing the other 80 human crew that ran the space craft. He was of a vaguely insectile race, six legged with a thick abdomen on one end of his thorax and his head on the other. Inside his largely transparent abdomen was the body of a woman in a fetal position. She was slowly coming apart inside his stomach, being digested alive even as Delmakkie watched. Dr. Helm must have swallowed her during an examination earlier today. He was a meat eater; his entire species was the same. On his home planet, Dr. Helm would have spent his days in learning and swallowing whole and digesting alive any of the meat animals that littered his planet. In a weird case of parallel evolution most of the meat animals that lived on his home planet looked, acted, sounded, reacted to pain, and had built a galaxy spanning space empire, as a normal slightly confused nude human woman. After those nude women had uplifted Dr. Helm’s species from mindless insect to extremely intelligent, ethical and moral sentient beings, the insect race had then quickly swallowed whole and digested alive a good ninety nine point nine nine percent of the women within two years.

The woman he was digesting alive Delmakkie recognized as Fran Chalker, in engineering. For a brief moment that lasted the rest of her life, Delmakkie was bitterly jealous of the woman in Dr. Helm’s belly. “Fucking cunt,” she thought to herself. “She probably came in here waving her cunt in front of the doc’s face, shaking her tits at him. She had probably taken off all of her clothing, lain back on the table and spread her legs, holding open her vulva with both hands.” Delmakkie had seen Chalker’s cunt before, knew that the doc would have trouble resisting that cunt. Hell, Delmakkie hadn’t been able to resist that cunt either- she had spent hours, days, and once an entire week, with her face in that cunt. Feeling the thick hot wet lips on either side of her face, feeling the hard clit on her forehead and that gaping tunnel of a birth canal trying so hard so swallow her head. Once it had swallowed her head- Delmakkie had spent almost an entire weekend with the tight ring of cunt around her neck and her head inside Chalker’s uterus. Good times.

“Then,” Delmakkie continued talking to herself as she masturbated on the examination table, legs spread and one hand working her clit, the other hand down at the wet hole as Dr. Helm positioned her on the table, taking a place at her head and gaping his mouth and throat wide. “I bet she grabbed the doc with her cunt lips and swallowed him with it. Probably held him in there for an hour or two in her uterus.” She knew that there were some people that, given a chance and an opportunity, if they could climb into and up some woman’s cunt they would be content to just slide up inside the wet fragrant tunnel of her vagina and be happy with it. Not Delmakkie. If she want going to climb into another woman’s cunt, she wanted to be in the uterus.

Once and only once, Delmakkie had accidentally swallowed her lover with her cunt- the woman was on top of her and they were 69ing- Delmakkie hadn’t realized how wide she was spreading her legs as the woman licked and sucked her clit, but she suddenly lost her grip and the woman had slid wetly down her body and into her cunt- vanishing inside of her. She had been astonished, staring down at the two feet that were sticking out of her gaping cunt, lips wrapped tight around the ankles. It was more amazing that the woman her cunt had swallowed was taller than she was, wider, weighed more, had just absolutely immense fucking tits (and those tits were meant for fucking, even more than they were for the production of milk- the universe is funny that way. Delmakkie had no idea how many men had fucked those tits, came on them (just emptied their balls entirely), then moved on for the next man in line; one weekend she had watched over 2,000 men fuck her tits in a three hour period. The children’s pool  she was laying back in was completely full, just her semen-soaked tits floating on a sea of cum)– must have been three or four times larger than basketballs, each- and on her home planet she was considered flat as a board, no breasts at all. A woman with small breasts could only walk with the assistance of others and some form of platforms to support her breasts; a woman with medium breasts could not live in an urban area- her breasts took up too many city blocks each; finally, there were only 2 women on her planet with what were considered ‘large’ breasts. Too many square hundreds of miles of farmland were lost to each breast for each continent to support more. That had been almost ten years ago and Delmakkie had only just last week taken the woman out of her cunt. She was all wrinkly and pruney from being inside Delmakkie’s perpetually wet, hungry cunt but otherwise happy and somewhat disappointed that Delmakkie had taken her from Delmakkie’s cunt.

Delmakkie reached a finger up her cunt, an inch or two, before tickling the sole of the woman’s foot… she had taken mercy on the wet, cunty-smelling, cunty-tasting woman and had quickly cunt-swallowed her again, this time so far up her hungry cunt there was no trace of her left in the world- she was just a pleasantly large, very filling dildo she never removed from her cunt and nothing more. Now, if she could only figure out how to digest people with her cunt Delmakkie would be a truly happy woman.

“Doc,” she yelled, trying to be heard from deep inside the cavern of Dr. Helm’s throat. His mouth had just slid down her body past her gigantic tits and was nearing her belly button. “These damned legs again. Sorry I bought them.”

As the doc’s lower jaw slid under her buttocks she lifted her hips to make it easier to get her ass into his mouth, throat, belly. Of course, each of her breasts was larger than her hips and buttocks but the doc had gotten around those flesh pillows easily.

“I’m getting tired of fighting with them, doc,” she said, the light around her getting dimmer as more and more of her slid down the doc’s throat. Soon she could feel only her metal feet outside the doc’s mouth, the rest of her held tightly in his clutching, swallowing throat. It was only when she found herself drenched in acids and tucked into the stomach with the other half digested woman that she realized she had made a terrible, terrible error. “Shit,” she thought. “I should have unhooked my legs first.”

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9/14 edited paragraphs so I could use the word ‘cunt’ more often 🙂

9/16 New edits, done in red so you can see changes. New changes on other days, other colors.

Anne

I HATE It When WordPress Does That To Me!

I’ll try to log in but the password, for whatever reason, suddenly doesn’t work. So I’ll send for the reset link. I change my password, the system likes the change and saves it…  Then I can’t log IN using the new (or any) password for a few WEEKS.

Not my fault! But I still feel bad because I want to talk to my friends (that’s you!) and none of you know WHY my blackout continues…

Well though, I will tell you this (and it’s personal, so don’t tell anyone else, ok?): I have been having quite a few orgasms lately 😉 Watching myself, in the theatre of my mind, as I am wrapped, slowly swallowed whole and alive, and am just an Anne shaped lump inside the satisfied, no longer hungry snake. Oooh! Tingle (actually, I can feel myself getting turned on- haven’t felt like this in- 6, 7 months? Since Rudy came home on hospice and instead of lasting 3 to 6 months only lasted a week and change. God still owes me an accounting)!

Yes, a cock in me would be wonderful, thank you for asking! 🙂 But then, I feel like that ALL the time 😉 Right now, were I riding a guy cowgirl with a 2nd guy standing in front of me and bucking his hips as he uses my mouth and throat as his own personal pussy, the way I feel I’d probably just smile happily around the cock down my throat as a 3rd fellow pierced my anus with his thick 9″ cock. And I wouldn’t let ANY of them stop until they each came at LEAST twice in me 🙂

Dunno how long this feeling will last, but right now my entire body sorta feels like an engorged clit.

Stories soon- sooner if I keep feeling this way, not so sooner if I have to go back to looking curiously at my cunt and wondering what I used to use THAT for.

P.S. ZATHRAS!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? NO WORD FOR MONTHS EVEN AFTER I HAVE WRITTEN YOU! ARE YOU DEAD? YOU FORCED ME TO WRITE IN ALL CAPS- NOW I’M PISSED and I’M SCARED.

Ruminations Prompted By My Vulva

Well, thinking about time and pubic hair and stuff 🙂 Back when I was a wildcat, my hair was a more natural red. Never a coppertop 🙂 but if you looked at me you knew my hair was red and yes, the carpet matched the drapes 🙂 Even more so. Betwixt my thighs my curlies were very red. And when younger I had a veritable jungle of pubic hair. And there was a hungry cat lurking in that forest 😉

Well, sadly actually. I think it was because of my sexual abuse as a child that led me to my sexual acting out as a teen and young adult. Because I was a slut in my senior year of high school and all through college. I hate the term “slut” as it is used today because there should be no such thing as ‘slut shaming’. A woman who enjoys sex should never be made to be ashamed of it. Anyway tho, there is nothing in my mind that I can use as a better term.

(I had two paragraphs about how I “lost my virginity” through sexual abuse when I was five but it’s way too personal and it still hurts, I started crying so they are gone. I’ll maybe talk about that another day, if I can)

So, anyway, because of various things and reasons, I ‘craved cock’. Couldn’t get enough in me. Before I really started drinking and dropped out of college, I must have sucked at least a mile of cock. Teaspoon by teaspoon, I must have swallowed a good quart of that special male sauce. (I still love that stuff 🙂 It’s still amazing to me that the best stuff on earth is made right between your guy’s’s legs. It tastes great and it’s fun to get it out of those balls 🙂 ) I can’t even remember how many guys I had between my legs during that time, but it was a lot.

Between the last paragraph and the next paragraph I traded off sex into deeper alcoholism. In just a few years, the traffic between my legs went from a highway to a side road to nothing at all.

Well, well, well. It must have been in 1990 or so, just about the time I discovered what was becoming the internet, that I started shaving the beast between my legs. Not all the way, though, mind you. I kept what I called a mohawk 🙂 It was like the “landing strip”, except I didn’t trim the length. About two inches wide, about an inch above my clit (well, the base of the clitoral hood), probably three inches measured from top to bottom. I was going pretty steady with this one guy, worked in construction. Bob. Not Robert, Bob. Tough guy. Drank, not as much as I did. He had short blonde hair and the dreamiest eyes. He had this big, thick cock too. Knew how to use it but loved it down my throat the best.

I’m still conflicted about him. I was going to marry him. Thought I loved him. And while he didn’t like my drinking more than he did, I think he must have loved me too. But that didn’t stop him from beating me up one night when I pissed him off.

I keep drifting and getting too serious and I’ve written too much to just erase it an start over, so I’ll try and drag it back to my cunt. Where it belongs. Inside my cunt in a rhythmic thrusting motion 😉

After I moved back in with my parents, I stopped shaving between my legs because it was a lot of work and who did I have to try and impress?

Which leads to today. My hair has lost it’s red so that you can only see the highlights when the sun is right. And I am straight brunette atwixt my thighs. The jungle has sadly also thinned to a light forest because of age. Nothing awful, mind you- I still look nice down there and everything is still properly plump where it should be 😉

Ah well. Not sure exactly why I felt the need to speak of my lady bits today, but there we go. Whee! 🙂

Never Embarrassed                        \

or                                                                      —              Anne

No Shame 🙂                                /

About That “Ask Me About My Vulva” Thing Over There :)

It was just a silly added in the spirit of the flash on a nametag of the people who work in the big-box stores which read “Hi! My Name’s Julie! Ask Me About” and then the added ‘object of the day’ afterward. For a while I was in a mud (I have to get back into that one, it’s a furry one, yes, but it’s also graphical and they have a lot of per- and fur- verts there. I am not an actual furry myself, but I kinda like furries (as in comics/RP/Vore, NOT real life and wearing a fur costume). I have a fair amount of furry porn, anthropomorphic animals of every species fucking each other in every orifice with every appendage imaginable. Some of it is pretty hot, some of it is pretty not 🙂  I am REALLY partial to horse cocks, myself. More to the size- the length and the girth, and okay, I admit it, I would LOVE to just be under a horse and hug that giant horse cock between my tits and against my face, all hot and BIG and ooooOH dammit 😉

Now, what would be really nice would be to have three guys, and EACH of them has a cock the size of a HUGE horse cock- Take a measurement of me sitting flat on the ground, 90 degree angle. From the ground to just 1 inch underneath the top of my shoulders. Each guy has a cock THAT long, thick as my wrist, hot and hard and throbbing. Because this is fantasy and impossible anyway but damn I’ve petted my kitty to the fantasy a LOT through the years 🙂

Even though the vagina is just a short tunnel closed off at the far end, here I can spread my legs and the first guy can push it into my waiting cunt, inch by inch, filling me until he’s buried in me to his balls and I can FEEL him all the way through me. And the next guy takes his cock and presses the head against my anus, then pushes it into my ass, again filling me as he slowly pushes it in, until he too has filled me until he is buried balls deep. And the last guy takes his throbbing cock and touches the head to my lips. And I open my mouth and let him in- and I swallow as he pushes, gently but firmly, filling my mouth and my throat and my body until my nose is against his belly, his balls on my chin.

And then, filled with cock like no woman before me has ever been, I signal and they all start, gently, carefully, and wonderfully, to pump and thrust and slide their giant cocks into me until I am delirious with constant orgasm and they all, one after another, come into me and fill me with come from their cantaloupe size balls.

I dunno why I shared my fantasy with the world right now, I’ve never told anyone (even Rudy!) before. I am so wet right now 🙂

Until next time, my loves, I remain

Anne

Still Depressed, But Working On Stories Anyway

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.
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Oooh, it makes my cunny just tingle when I read this! And I’m the one that wrote it! Narcissism train, one ticket please 🙂

Anne

Felix Clay Is The Best Writer I Have Ever Read

He writes for Cracked.com and he writes some wonderfully funny articles. There as one article he write about The 6 Worst Pieces of Sex Advice on the Internet and it is awesome. In one of the lists he writes the following sentence: And if your lovemaking skills are so inept that you were enlightened by the tip that you should rinse the stank off your crotch, then it’s likely you’ve never “made love” so much as you’ve “handed $50 to someone who keeps strips of medical tape on hand to allow at least one orifice to permanently be spread open for easy entry and rutted against their easily accessible if somewhat less than comforting crevasse for five minutes of shameful busy work.”

That sentence is so brilliant, especially the bolded part, that he should be given lots of money for it and given lots of free if not healthy sex.

Felix Clay, I salute you.

Very First Draft Latest Denfall / Diamond Chapter

Hey, VERY first draft. I was trying hard to get it done TONIGHT.

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‘Well, he’s doing it,’ thought Dr. Denfall as Dr. Diamond’s jaws closed over her head. ‘I can’t believe he’s really doing it!’ Dr. Diamond’s scaly lips rippled as he moved his head side to side, working his jaws over her shoulders. Dr. Denfall rubbed her clit as Dr. Diamond’s snout slid between her breasts, her lower jaw between her shoulder blades. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to grind her clit into the pads at the base of her fingers as Dr. Diamond slowly swallowed, again and again, his lips sliding down her belly, getting closer, so closer, to her wet pussy. She almost came when Dr. Diamond’s jaws slid over her ass, only her legs now unswallowed- her body inside the throat of the anaconda. Again and again he swallowed, taking her deeper into his throat, her toes closer and closer to his mouth…

Until her toes slid into his mouth, her body from the ankles down inside his throat and her head so much closer to his stomach… And he swallowed again and her feet entered his throat, her entire body swallowed and she did come then. Pleasure erupted through her entire body and she shook- and when her orgasm was finished…

Dr. Denfall reached forward and clicked off the monitor where she had been watching Dr. Diamond swallow whole his latest lab assistant. He had talked the young woman into taking off all her clothes and setting back on the floor. He then swallowed her slowly, her entire body wet, and digested her alive over the next several days. Dr. Denfall couldn’t believe how good it had felt to masturbate while watching Dr. Diamond swallow the young woman whole and alive.  She had the entire video sequences of Dr. Diamond swallowing whole every lab assistant he had ever had… and this was two wonderful things. First it was a wonderful treasure trove of masturbation material- already her clit was begging her to be tangled with again. But two, it was video proof that Dr. Denfall had been swallowing young women and digesting them alive. And while everyone knew that’s what talking snakes did to live, it was still technically illegal.

Oh, Dr. Diamond, you belong to me. And when I am done with you, that’ll be me in that belly. No, she thought as she bit her knuckle. I meant, your ass is mine.

Oh hell.
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Dr. Diamond coiled outside Dr. Denfall’s office, seething. What did that awful woman want now? There wasn’t much she could do to make his life worse. His career was in shambles- every time he said more than two words to her he had to deal with another sexual misconduct complaint. Dr. Hightower no longer referred to him as ‘Dr.’, and simply asked if he was ready to resign yet when they met in the halls. His papers were being dissected in the journals, his name was being dragged in the mud in the newspapers. And in the middle of this spider web of evil was that Denfall woman. And every time he thought he could get out from underneath her boot he found out she was already stomping on him from the other side.

At last he tapped on the door, flicking the tip of his tail against the oak door of her office. Oak. My door is pressed wood, her door is oak. Regardless, the sound was loud in the hallway where he sat coiled and must have been in her office. Her office with the oak door. Fucking cunt office with the fucking cunt oak door.

“Enter,” said Dr. Denfall from inside, her voice a sweet counterpoint to the she-creature that owned it. To hear that voice brought up visions of delicious, naked angels, their silken skin a gentle touch as it slid between the lips and down the throat. Soft, warm pillowy breasts, each much, much larger than the angelic head and so wondrous to the tongue and between those meaty thighs a vulva that gave off the scent and taste of heaven. Instead it was Dr. Denfall the voice belonged to- and while Dr. Diamond suddenly realized his vision of a naked angel actually was the real flesh and blood Dr. Denfall, her actions were so evil as to belong only to Satan.

And when the door swung open of it own action, a mechanical system built into all doors as a courtesy to talking snakes, Jet Diamond felt his breath taken away. Dr. Denfall was again sitting naked in a chair before him- her blonde hair hanging loose around her shoulders, framing her face. Her blue eyes met his with no barrier of glass as she was not wearing her glasses. Her gigantic naked breasts, each wonderful meat pillow topped with brilliant pink bullet hard nipple, lay on her upper thighs. They had no sag to them, their natural size brought them settled gently against her legs. Her legs were spread as she slouched in her seat, shaved vulva open to him. The thick outer lips gaped open naturally, the thinner inner lips mostly together yet still open at their base, hinting at the fragrant tunnel still kept secret. Her feet were bare, soles flat against the carpeted office floor.

“What- what horrible thing are you going to do to me now?” asked Dr. Diamond after a moment, throat dry. “What complaint are you going to make?”

“No complaint,” said Dr. Denfall, sliding her feet together and then forward, toward him. “Nothing horrible. I’m giving up. Please, swallow me. Swallow me whole, swallow me down into your stomach, please digest me alive.” Her skin flushed bright pink as she said this and Dr. Jet Diamond was enveloped in the undeniable scent of complete female arousal. The heavy, musky scent of aroused female vulva, vaginal fluids as her body prepared for sex. This total arousal, breasts tightening and nipples scrunching even harder, pupils of her eyes so wide she no longer had an iris so all she could see was him. And it was all because she was ready for him to swallow her whole, to digest her alive. Dr. Jet Diamond felt her arousal grab him hard- his stomach growled, his mouth flooded with saliva to make it easy to swallow her whole and alive, the muscles of his throat relaxing so she could slide down to his stomach easier.

He slithered forward and she raised her petite feet to him, small toes neat and toenails clipped short. Such delicious looking feet. “Do you mean this?” he whispered. She nodded, feet at his scaly lips and huge breasts wobbling and bouncing with the small motion. Her feet looked literally good enough to eat. He opened his jaws only an inch, as if afraid she would get up and run away, easing them slowly toward the offered toes. When she stayed were she was he opened his jaws in a gape wide enough to slide her in and not touch jaws until her beautiful, wonderful tits got caught, throat open at the back of his mouth, a black wet tunnel leading in. His flickering tongue caught a deeper wave of arousal from her own pink tunnel, the deep musk intoxicating. From the smell she was sexually aroused to the point the thick delicious lubrication that oozed from her gates to heaven would easily allow something as large as a human leg to slide easily into her sexual opening, perhaps until the man had wedged his leg up to his own waist within her.

Dr. Denfall set her feet carefully upon his tongue and he slowly closed his mouth, carefully, until his lips were against the upper and lower sides of her ankles. She was going to do it. Dr. Denfall was actually going to let him do this- he was going to swallow her whole, he was going to digest her alive and right now she was his angel. She was his beautiful, delicious angel and he swallowed carefully. He looked up at her as he did swallow, gently taking her feet deeper into his mouth. This action would normally have pulled the woman he was swallowing toward him, dragging her across the surface and into his throat. Since she was sitting naked in a leather like chair, that action would only drag the chair with her until it fell over on them both. Instead, he slithered forward as he swallowed, moving himself up her body as he swallowed. Her eyes were closed right now as he took her feet into his mouth, and her left hand was working in her crotch, fingers wet as she masturbated. The sound was already loud and  sloppy, and neither of them cared at this moment. The action helped spread the wonderful, heavy, drug like smell around the room and down against his tongue. Closer look as he watched her masturbating as he swallowed her proved she was sitting on a towel spread on the chair- she would easily slide out of the chair and into his stomach this way. This angle also let him watch her huge breasts wobble and bounce like two gigantic stacks of jello being repeatedly rocked back and forth.

He carefully swallowed again, now taking her feet into the back of his mouth, just at the top of his throat. His nose was now at her mid calf and coming up on her wonderful knees. He must be dreaming, he thought as he continued to swallow this woman whole and alive. She continued masturbating as he swallowed her legs, taking her into his throat. Her eyes were screwed shut tight and she was gasping as she worked at her vulva and clitoris with one hand, her other hand massaging and clutching at her gigantic breast. She was grabbing the nipple and pulling, wrenching a handful of breast with one hand, then rubbing the skin lightly in the next moment.  He swallowed for a third time, his nose now at her knees and the outer edge of his lip against the seat of the chair. Dr. Denfall leaned back in her chair, trying to breath and unable, caught in the grip of a wonderful orgasm.

This next time when he swallowed at her legs, he used this action to pull her into him. She slid downward off the edge of the chair, gasping for breath. Her soft yet lightly muscled buttocks were on his lower jaw, the wonderful fluids nearly gushing from the hole between her legs as she lightly pulled and rubbed on lips and clit were draining down his tongue and straight into his throat. His upper jaw and nose was between her shaved pubic mound and her cute little navel, trapping her diddling hand against her vulva. Her legs were held in a tight hug in his throat, and her lightly sweating upper body was so close to entering his mouth, his throat, his stomach… He could hardly believe he had ever thought this delicious angel could have ever been anything close to a devil. He eased his muscles into position then slowly swallowed again.

His lower law was braced against the chair so he didn’t have to hold himself up as he swallowed this wonderful woman whole and alive. The swallow brought her downward, her feet and legs deep within him. Her ass and dripping cunt were past the end of his mouth and in his throat, her abdomen in his mouth, and his nose starting to ease up between her beautiful, gigantic tits. The feel and the taste of those tits in his mouth and throat would be wonderful, and he couldn’t wait to have the entirety of this woman stuffed tight in his stomach. He couldn’t wait to start digesting her alive, feeling her body come apart and become a part of him. She was already masturbating hard again, edging close to a second orgasm.

He noticed then, over her head and between her huge tits, that the monitor was playing some form of video. He swallowed at her body again as she came again in his mouth and throat, his nose close to the middle of her sternum and his lower jaw between her shoulder blades. He froze in his swallowing motion as he realized that the video being played was of a black scaled amazonian anaconda swallowing a nude black haired east Indian woman. Dr. Denfall was breathing hard in his mouth and throat, her huge tits pushed up under her chin. Her one arm was deep in his throat with her body, and her other arm was up and out, her hand on the top of her desk. Even as she was deep down his throat and coming down from another orgasm, she had started a video playing with her loose hand. And that video was of him, Dr. Diamond, swallowing one of his lab assistants whole and then later, digesting her alive. And while that sort of thing was publicly ignored, video evidence of such a thing was very very bad.

And that devil woman in his throat had obvious video evidence.

Looking down her chest at him, the upward angle he was swallowing her at letting her look him in the eye, she smiled and said weakly, “This is sort of embarrassing. I really want you to finish swallowing me, I swear to God I want you to digest me alive, but in the interest of fairness I feel I must tell you that I have arranged with my lawyers to have this video evidence, and about twenty other videos, delivered to the police if I come up missing. Dr. Hightower has been instructed, in an email from me, to watch these emailed videos if I stop showing up at work.”

The world came to a slow distinct stop right then. He had thought this devil beast in his throat had been an angel. He felt so  stupid, so betrayed. How could he have believed she was anything but the vicious she-beast he had thought she was? Two slow heart beats passed and in a sudden burst of rage he swallowed once, twice, three times. The first time took his nose up to the base of her throat, her huge breasts pushed up around her face. The second swallow took the tip of his nose up to her chin, or where her chin would be under the mass of tits in his mouth. The third heavy swallow took her head down to the back of his throat, her tits mashed up around her head and now filling his mouth, but only just- another two swallows would take those huge tits down into his throat, though it would hurt so good. But it was then his brain stopped his raging body- she would feel so good in his stomach, but it was where she wanted to be. And when everyone, including the police got hold of the video evidence then that would be it. Right now his career was in shambled but he had his life. If he digested her alive, he wouldn’t even have that.

The first video on the monitor finished, and another started- him swallowing a busty west German lab assistant and that brought him back to complete sanity. He had to get this woman in his throat out and back into the world. She deserved being digested alive, but he didn’t deserve what would come afterward. Her one arm that emerged from the mass of tits in his mouth was waving for his attention- first pointing down at her general direction in his throat, then the general direction of where she thought the monitor was at this time, then repeat. Even down his throat and half smothered by her own tits she was still trying to be in control. He felt like crying, his life ruined. And although the woman in his throat, that hideous she-beast, that wretched monster of a woman deserved digestion, he closed his eyes and began to relax. He slid with a thud off the end of the chair until he was laying flat on the floor, woman in his throat and mouth still wonderfully full of tits. He relaxed, then pushed from deep within him.

He’d only regurgitated prey once or twice in his lifer and at no time did he like it. It was slightly painful, and worse of all, it let a woman, food, out of his body or stomach. Wrong, wrong, wrong. He pushed from inside, relaxing at his mouth and felt her move. Again, and she started slowly sliding outward. It felt awful. She kept moving outward, his deep inward pushing getting stronger and feeling worse. And then, in a gush of fluid, she burst out of his mouth and across the carpeted floor. Oh GOD that hurt, it hurt, he hated feeling!

Then he slowly coiled himself up until he was looking down at her wet, nude body, her eyes looking up at him. She just looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

“You are a terrible, terrible, person,” he said, fluid dripping from his mouth. “We are through in every way.” He turned as he slithered, leaving the room, trailing saliva and fluid behind him.
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Oh my GOD is he EVER gonna swallow the bitch??

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