An Elegant Meal

Lisa adjusted the strap of her little black cocktail dress nervously.  She took a deep breath, and walked bravely through the front door, her matching black heels, which she had spent hours shopping for, clicking the pavement loudly as she strolled through the entrance to the exquisite mansion.  She knew if she was caught she would be thrown out at best, or worst possibly arrested, but after 2 years in Washington D.C. and still working as a minimum wage secretary Lisa knew she would have to take risks if she wanted to meet the dashing, sophisticated politician that she had dreamed would someday sweep her off her feet.

Once inside Lisa breathed a long sigh of relief.  The security guards at the entrance hadn't given her a second glance, assuming she was just one of the invited guests.  She wasn't sure whose party this was, or even what it was about.  After all, she had only overheard someone at the embassy she worked at mention the address and decided to crash the party in an attempt to find her prince-charming.  Lisa tried to mingle with the other guests.  Politicians, dignitaries, and important people from all over the world.  Some she recognized, some she didn't.  After a while however, she began to feel out of place, and contemplated leaving until she saw an older, very attractive gentleman approach her with a drink.

“Hello”, he began, “my name is Mr. Collins, this is my house, and I believe we haven't met.” he continued, as he handed Lisa a glass of champagne.

Nervously, Lisa began to drink the champagne and tell her entire story.  Her dead end job, her dream of meeting Mr. Right, overhearing the address at work and crashing the party.  Mr. Collins only nodded and smiled, reassuring her that it was alright, she was more then welcome.  Lisa was immediately smitten with the charming man.  They talked at great length about her life, the fact that she was an orphan, how alone she felt in Washington D.C. without any friends or family.  Mr. Collins talked about his life as well, his many travels across the globe, his numerous assignments as an ambassador to several different countries over the years.

“Would you care to accompany me?” asked Mr. Collins, “I have something I need to do in another part of the house.”

“I'd love too!” Lisa exclaimed as Mr. Collins led her to a flight of stairs.

They continued their conversation as they walked down several flights of stairs through the great house.  Lisa, still so smitten with her host, didn't notice that they had descended into a deep sub-basement under the mansion as they began to walk down a long, dimly lit marble hallway.

“It must be so fascinating being an ambassador”, Lisa said as they walked down the long marble hallway, “all that travel and adventure!”

“Yes”, replied Mr. Collins, “it certainly has it's moments, although my hobby is my real passion.”

“Your hobby”, Lisa asked inquisitively, “what it is?”

“Turning petite pretty young girls into snake shit”, replied Mr. Collins coldly as they stopped at a large heavy door at the end of the hall.

Lisa laughed nervously, not sure how to interpret his comment.  Mr. Collins stared at her silently, making Lisa all the more uncomfortable.

“Okay”, she began cautiously, “how do you turn girls into snake shit?”

“Oh, it's simple really”, explained Mr. Collins excitedly, “You see I have a very large python. I picked him up in Africa and I've had him for many years now.  He's over 25 feet long, and to be quite honest, the cost of feeding him was getting too expensive, but I just couldn't part with him.  So then it dawned on me, why not feed petite young women to him!  There are always plenty to choose from at the diplomatic galas I host and to this day none of them have ever been missed.  Oh the occasional one appears in the paper, but they usually suspect a serial killer, or a jealous boyfriend, or some such nonsense.  You see, their small frames and soft skin make women easy for my snake to swallow.  And the best part is that unlike a smaller snake who would coil and suffocate its prey my python's jaws and throat muscles or so strong he can grab a woman and literally swallow her alive.  It's very entertaining to watch!”

“...you're not serious... are you?” she inquired hesitantly, the knot growing ever tighter in her stomach.

“Oh yes”, he replied, “very serious.  Even though he's over 25 feet long, like all snakes he isn't that thick compared to his size, maybe 12 inches at the most, so his stomach has to stretch to accommodate his food.  Often times I am able to still see the young woman squirm and wriggle for quite some time, even while she is deep within his stomach.  Eventually this stops however, and I know then that my pet is digesting his delicious, attractive meal.  Within a few weeks, presto!  Where there once was a pretty, young girl there is now a pile of warm, snake shit!”

Lisa swallowed the tension in her throat and nervously began to speak.

“...um... I think I'd like to go home now...please...”, Lisa quietly asked.

“Oh, don't be silly, Lisa, you can't go home.  My snake is hungry again and that's why you're here.  When I saw you at the reception tonight, I knew he'd enjoy eating you” said Mr. Collins as he drew a long knife from out of his vest pocket.

“Oh my god!  Please no”, Lisa pleaded as Mr. Collins raised the knife, “I'll do anything you say, please don't hurt me, I'll do anything you ask, we can have sex and I won't resist, I swear!” she continued, convinced that she was about to be the victim of a rape.

“Don't be ridiculous, Lisa”, Mr. Collins said, as he began to use his knife to cut away first at the straps to her black dress, then her lacy red strapless bra, and finally her matching red lace thong panties, leaving her naked and shivering in the cold, marble hallway.  “I'm a happily married man, as I already explained to you, you're here so I can turn you into snake shit.”

Lisa began to sob quietly as she stood naked in the hallway, covering her breasts and crotch with her hands, as Mr. Collins sheathed his knife and began to open the large, heavy door.  Not believing his story of a large python, Lisa began to prepare herself mentally for the worst, fully expecting to be brutally raped in the room beyond the door.

Once opened, Mr. Collins grabbed Lisa by the elbow and gently led her into the room.  Her black heels, the only thing she was still wearing, clicking loudly on the marble tile floor as he did so.  She watched apprehensively as Mr. Collins slowly closed the large door, continuing to cover her breasts and crotch as he did so.  Lisa jumped at the click the large door made as Mr. Collins locked it behind her.  Turning, she slowly began to walk into the large room.  Despite its marble floor and walls, the room was warm and pleasant.  Lisa looked up and saw a video camera in the corner trained down on her and several heat lamps suspended from the ceiling.

'What does this psycho want with me?' she thought to herself.

Suddenly a loud hiss startled her.  Spinning around in the direction of the sound Lisa lost her balance on her heels and feel to the floor with a thud, landing on her back.  “Ow!” she whimpered as she rubbed her tail bone with her right hand.  Hearing the hiss again, Lisa realized it was right behind her, still laying on the floor, she instinctively arched her neck to quickly look behind her and was shocked to see a large, python just above her, it's head reared up, its jaws open and saliva dripping hungrily from its mouth.

“Oh my god!” Lisa screamed “he was telling the truth!”

Lisa raised her hands in attempt to fend off the massive serpent. Only to have it lunge forward and quickly grab them in it's mouth.  Lisa screamed in terror as the snake wrenched its head back and forth to get a firm grip.  Lisa could feel her hands deep in the snake's wet mouth, its mouth closing around her arms up to her elbows.  She wrestled violently with the snake to attempt to free her hands.  As if sensing its prey might escape the large python began to slowly, deliberately work its powerful throat muscles.

Lisa felt a slow but strong tug as she felt her hands slide out of the snakes mouth and down into its throat.  Lisa's eyes widened in terror as she felt the tight constriction around her wrists indicating that her hands were now in the snakes esophagus.  Lisa screamed and began to thrash about violently, shaking her body too and fro in a desperate attempt to free her hands, which she could barely move in the restrictive throat of the python.  Slowly, patiently the snake worked its throat muscles.  Pulling more of Lisa's arms down into its throat and inching its jaws closer and closer to her head.  True to Mr. Collins word,the python never coiled around Lisa, but continued its lethargic, methodical swallowing motions.  Soon Lisa felt the snakes lips at the top of her head, her hands, wrists, and a few inches of her lower arms now past the point of no return into the snakes throat, her upper arms tightly locked within its jaws.

“Oh my God!” Lisa screamed, “Someone!  Anyone!  Please help me!”

Lisa began to quietly cry as she felt the snakes jaw unhinge, and watched in awe as its mouth stretched open and it slowly began to work her head and shoulders into its mouth.  Lisa closed her eyes as she continued whimpering.  'This can't be happening!' she thought to herself, 'This can't be real!'  She felt the snake shift its head back and forth, first one shoulder, then the second.  Lisa could feel the ridges in the snakes mouth rubbing against her shoulders, her forehead, and the back of her head.  Suddenly she felt the top of her head stop against something, something warm and strong, yet squishy.  Opening her eyes cautiously Lisa screamed again as she saw that her entire head and both shoulders were now in the snakes mouth and that the warm squishy thing at the top of her head was the muscle between the snakes mouth and throat.

“Please Mr. Collins!  Please stop this!  Please stop your snake from eating me!” Lisa pleaded, her cries dulled by being surrounded by the snakes closing jaws, yet still understandable.

Lisa began to whimper again as she felt the strong throat muscles of the snake began to pulsate.  First, squeezing, then pulling, again and again as it slowly drew her head inside of its throat.  She gasped as she felt the tight constriction of the back of the snakes throat squeeze up and over the top of her head.  Closer and closer to her eyes as more of her was swallowed, she let out a single soft word “...no...” as her eyes disappeared inside of the snakes throat.  Now Lisa saw only darkness as she continued whimpering, feeling the snakes muscles continue to draw her within, past her nose, over her lips, and finally to her neck and then her shoulders.

With her head and shoulders now completely inside the snakes throat Lisa tried to take a deep breath in order to let out another scream but only managed a halted, gasp as she felt the warm, soft wet tissue of the snakes esophagus pressed firmly against her lips.  Desperate to escape, she attempted to pull her arms down towards her, but found the snakes throat so tight that she could only wriggle her fingers and arms in place.  Her hair matted to her face, soaked with saliva from the hungry reptile, and only enough air to keep her consciousness Lisa tried to scream again, but instead let out only a muffled whimper, barely audible outside the snake.

Lisa felt the snakes mouth graze her breasts as it began to work on swallowing her midsection.  Her nipples hardened as they rubbed against the rough ridges along the top of the snakes mouth.  Slowly the python worked, inching its head left and right, back and forth, swallowing more and more of Lisa's body.  Still not willing to let the snake eat her alive, Lisa did the only thing she could think of to try and stop it - kicking her legs wildly, her black heels making loud, distinctive clicks as they struck the marble floor and wall.  

Despite her valiant effort, the large python continued eating its meal undaunted.  Soon Lisa's entire midsection was in the snakes throat.  First her breasts disappeared, then her waist, until finally the snakes mouth was at her hips.  Lisa, fully aware that half her body was now swallowed and down the python's throat and on her way to it's stomach, attempted to scream more and more, but could only manage the same muffled, barely audible whimpers from inside.  As the python's mouth began to work back and forth along her hips, Lisa again tried a last attempt to stop it.  Spreading her legs wide, exposing her sex, Lisa prayed that she would be able to prevent the snake from swallowing her any further by becoming too wide to fit down its throat.

Lisa cringed, her emotions a mix of panic and ecstasy, as she felt the snakes mouth forcefully rub against her exposed pussy as it attempted to swallow her hips and buttocks.  Her mind now clouded by the low oxygen levels inside the python she began to think that the soft, warm, wet restrictive tightness of the snakes throat was enjoyable as its mouth unintentionally stimulated her.  Suddenly snapped back to reality, Lisa let out the loudest muffled scream that she had been able to muster as she soon realized that she had underestimated the python's powerful jaw and throat muscles.  Having swallowed her hips and ass, its jaws pushed her legs together in one quick jerk as it began to make short work of swallowing her thighs.

With most of her body now inside the snake, and its saliva flowing incessantly, the python began hungrily swallowing Lisa with much more ease as it knew that it was almost finished devouring its latest meal.  Her thighs were gone in only a few short undulating swallows, and with her knees at the back of the snakes throat and only her ankles and heels sticking out of its mouth, Lisa began to kick and twitch her lower legs violently, still attempting to stop the inevitable.  Lisa felt the strong throat muscles of the snake began to pulsate again, starting all the way at her fingertips and cascading down the length of her body in waves.  First one wave, and her knees were now in the pythons throat, then another wave, and half of her calves, and a third wave and the rest of her legs.

Lisa continued to make barely audible, muffled whimpers and cries, each one growing quieter and coming from deeper within the snake.  Her feet and sexy black heels, the ones she had so carefully picked for the evening, the only part of her still visible, made little faint-hearted kicks inside the pythons mouth.  Unconcerned by its still twitching dinner, the python swallowed again, causing Lisa's feet to slowly slide out of sight, until only the tips of her heels were visible, her muffled whimpers barely discernible from within.  Until at last they too disappeared down the snakes throat and there was only silence.  Lisa was gone.

From the comfort of his den, Mr. Collins zoomed the camera of his closed circuit TV in on his python's midsection.  He smiled as he watched each barely visible little squirm, his python's stomach now completely full with a still wriggling naked young woman.  Clicking the monitor off, Mr. Collins got up and walked over to a display cabinet on the far side of his den.

“Well, it looks like we'll have to make some room for Lisa in a few weeks, won't we girls?” said Mr. Collins, smiling as he admired the cabinets contents -  jars full of python feces, each labeled with a different woman's name.

The End.