Bad day for a good girl: Juanita

Juanita was a good girl, well behaved in class and hard working. Everyone always told her that all the time and she believed that, as a consequence, she would have a good future.

Juanita actually enjoyed school, something she kept secret from her classmates, so was always disappointed when the bell announced the end of the school day. When after school the other girls stripped down to the bikinis they worn under their strict Catholic school uniforms and headed down to the beach, Juanita headed home to do her homework. Her vague promise to see her friends later wasn’t believed as they all knew she would probably spend the time reading ahead instead of joining them later.

Her determination to get into a good college was well known and she would brook no distraction. But her friends didn’t mind as she would let them copy her study notes, saving them the effort of learning themselves.

Arriving home she wasn’t surprised to find the house empty as papa was still overseas and her madre was doing a double shift at the hospital just to pay for her expensive school.

That was one of the reasons Juanita worked so hard and wasn’t about to make the mistake of getting over friendly with the boys who hung out down the beach. Her cousin had done that before she’d dropped out of school to hide her ‘mistake’, much to the embarrassment of her family.

Letting herself in the house, taking care to lock the door behind her, she opened all the windows, letting the cool air enter. She wasn’t worried about security as her papa had installed heavy bars on the outside that even she couldn’t fit between. With a good flow of air Juanita hung up her school blazer and took out her school books.

She kept the rest of her uniform on, both to be a constant reminder that she was studying but also so that her mother would know that she hadn’t been playing about. The only concession being walking about in her stockings rather that the uncomfortable school shoes.

This was how the snake found her when it slithered between the bars and entered the nice cool house.

Juanita had been coming back from a bathroom break when she tripped, her concentration still on a book she had been studying. Glad that no one had been around to see her embarrassment she went to stand but found her left leg wasn’t working. In fact there was a numbness spreading up her body now, a paralysis robbing her of the ability to move.

Laying on the floor in a growing state of panic Juanita looked toward her bedroom where her phone was. She knew that she needed to call for help but now even her arms weren’t working. Her efforts managed to roll her onto her side which brought her face to face with the fanged face of a large snake.

Suddenly she recognised the symptoms of a snake bite, the silent killer they called it locally.

The snake’s tongue flickered across her skin, tasting her perspiration and confirming her inability to react, that she was helpless. Clearly satisfied the snake slithered closer, opening it’s jaws wide to take in the whimpering girl’s head. This was when Juanita realised that both hers and her parents ambitions for her meant nothing in the face of a snakes hunger. All her future held was painful digestion before she was reduced to snake excrement.

Those thoughts brought tears to the schoolgirl’s eyes, tears that were quickly washed away by the snake’s saliva. With her remaining breath she prayed for rescue, not knowing that her only rescue would come in the form of unconsciousness that saved her from the pain of digestion.

The snake tasted the perspiration gathered at the base of her throat, the agile tongue reaching under her blouse to taste the top of her breasts before reaching the barrier of her bra. By then it had worked her cotton covered shoulders into it’s mouth and with no more bare skin to explore it gulped down her uniform clad torso. It knew instinctively that Juanita was going to be a much more satisfying meal than the neighbourhood dogs it normally fed on and when it got past the wool of her plaid skirt it was rewarded with another tasty treat. It explored around and under the girl’s damp panties, savouring her flavour before moving on to her stocking clad legs that still twitched under the residue of Juanita’s final orgasms.

When the snake finished swallowing it’s helpless prey, enjoying the sensation of a full belly as it instinctively sought shelter to digest it’s heavy meal. That was when it realised that it could no longer fit through the bars on the windows.

Although the snake was an alpha predator when it came to rodents and most mammals, it knew that humans had ended many of it’s kind. With growing distress it found shelter in a space between the walls. It was there where it heard the mother of it’s most recent meal return, and the frantic search for Juanita.

The noises of many hysterical searchers died down after a few days as Juanita’s neighbours jumped to the obvious conclusion that Juanita was just like all the other girls in the neighbourhood and that she must have had a boy friend and had run away with him. So it was that Juanita’s mother was alone when the snake finished with the schoolgirl, regurgitating a few bones and the acid bleached rags that had been her uniform.

If it had been a more intelligent predator it would have snuck out of the house now it could fit through the bars again but realising there was another tasty meal crying in the house the snake couldn’t resist.