Kirsten's vore adventures

By the arrival of the year 2045 a great many advances in technology meant that virtually nobody died except of old age. Allow me to expand. Human cloning was approved in 2020 and though successful in the treatment of many diseases it didn't expand human life to any great degree. Despite what many thought cloning did not make mankind immortal. The problem lay in the genome which aged at a constant rate, so a clone from a thirty year old person would be a thirty year old clone even though it looked like a newborn child. By the time the clone reached thirty itself  it's body would be displaying the symptoms of a sixty year old. So immortality eluded man once more.

Then in 2038 the Bio-chip was invented a small almost indestructable chip that was implanted into the skull and connected to the brain. This miracle of technology was capable of downloading and storing a personality at the point of death. Upon sensing the host demise the bio-chip activated extracting every thought and memory and storing them electronically. Heralded as a life saving miracle, which indeed it was the next question was what to do with a stored personna.

2041 techniques were developed that allowed accelerated development of human clones, it became possible to grow a complete clone in as little as a fortnight. It was only a matter of time before an interface was rushed out to enable Bio-chipped personnas to be downloaded into replacement clones. The emergency services would be first to benefit, their personel given bio-chips and clones to replace their bodies if they die in the line of duty. A noble ideal, though it was only a matter of time before the technology fell into less scrupulouse hands.

September 23, 2045 Kirsten pouted into the mirror, her lipstick was just right, makeup perfect. Satisfied she stood, her hands running across the silk fabric of the basque she wore, cupping and squeezing her breasts pushing them into place until she was happy with her reflection. Turning she walked across the room to a full length mirror and admired her outfit. The basque was coupled with a tiny thong, sheer black stockings and strappy high heels. Her fulls lips parted into a smile as she stroked a strand of honey blonde hair from her face. Kirsten was a 27 year old vorite and right now she was at the top of her game.

Today she was going to be eaten alive by a giant worm, another twist of the cloning technology as the less complex dna of other animals was deciphered it made creating monsters so much childs play. The forty foot long worm was going to eat her alive, she shivered at the thought. This monster was going to kill her. She would either suffocate  inside it, or it would crush her with its innards, or if she was really unlucky it would digest her alive. As long as she continued to struggle the cameras would keep filming, even if it was just the beast's body moving over hers. She ran a hand over the flimsy fabric that covered her sex, God she was already so wet. Kirsten didn't care about dying, she was addicted to being eaten alive. The money was good, but that was nothing compared to how she came as she was swallowed up.

Not wanting to wait any longer she left the dressing room and walked down the short corridor to the sound stage, her heels echoing off the hard floor. The room was large and dark, with the exception of the large cage in its middle. Inside was the worm, Kirsten shivered at the sight of it. She ignored the rich oriental man who was paying for this, even though it was as much his fantasy as hers. He wore the camera guidance unit attatched to the side of his head as he nodded his approval of her all the cameras in the room dipped in unison. The set was closed, the most likely reason being he wanted to masturbate as she was eaten. Not that she cared once it had hold of her Kirsten's own thoughts would be to seek a release before she died.

The eyeless worm explored the cage seeking an escape or maybe a meal, she wondered how it would sense her as she turned the door handle and stepped in.

Despite her desires Kirsten had been instructed to play the lady in peril. So as soon as the door closed behind her she screamed as loud as she could. The worm's head turned towards her and it bore down on her, homing in on the sound. Her heartbeat racing Kirsten turned and ran to the left, her heels drummed a beat that was easy for the worm to follow. She ran eyes wide as though terrified and to be honest as the beast bore down on her she couldn't help but feel some fear. The cameras on the sound stage followed her every move. Glancing over her shoulder Kirsten spotted her sponsor, trousers around his ankles stroking his swollen member.

She never saw him again, the worms tongue flicked out and wrapped around her torso pulling her to the ground. Kirsten put out her left arm to break her fall, she felt it slide across something soft and wet looking over her shoulder she saw the worms head. Her arm was already in its mouth almost up to the shoulder, its tongue still around her middle was pulling her in. She drew up her legs and placed her hand on her knee, slowly drawing her manicured fingers along her thigh stroking the material of her stockings. Trembling her eyes wide as the worm pulled her head right up to its mouth she tried to fulfill the sponsors instructions. She managed one more caress of her stockings before the worm pulled her head into its mouth.

The wet slime filled maw closed around her shoulders and slurped over her head, the tongue never slackened its grip around her waist. Kirsten reached out with her free hand as though seeking help, whilst her shapely legs kicked out. She arched her back lifting her buttocks clear of the floor as she was pulled deeper. The beast loosened its grip around her waist, its tongue instead wrapping over her sex and around her anus. Kirsten almost came as the monster touched her, its rough tongue pressing and tugging at her. Hair slicked to her face it swallowed her deeper. She felt her waist enter it's maw. With just her hips and legs still free Kirsten thrashed wildly intent on giving her sponsor as much pleasure as she was recieving. The more she struggled the more the tongue worked over her folds perhaps even tasting her arousal.

The worm raised its head and poor constricted Kirsten in her dark wet prison felt it swallow her to her thighs. Only her nylon clad calves remained on view to the world waving back and forth, her toes pointed and then with a gulp she was gone. Kirsten felt the worm's innards squeeze her and grind her and realised she must be near its stomach. The fear she should have felt was kept at bay by the burning in her loins as she was very nearly lost in an overwhemling orgasm. The worm squashed her into its belly. Kirsten screamed as she splashed into its acid filled stomach. Outside the oriental man was trying to wipe away his cum and still film the girls struggles as she pushed against the worm's insides.

Climaxing uncontrollably Kirsten thrashed around in the acid, the walls of the stomach began to squeeze and grind against her. Trapped in this hot churning hell she wouldn't last long. The worms musculature contracted violently cracking her bones. Shrieking in pain and delight Kirsten swallowed acid and inhaled the poisonous fumes. More contractions and more bones cracking. The stomachs fatal embrace closed in on her ecstacy riddled body, another contraction snapped her neck. Kirsten was released from her world of pain satiated as her Bio-chip activated. The oriental man began to clean up his second climax as the cameras stopped rolling.