Corrine Consumed

  Corrine was in pretty much every aspect the model high school student. She was set to graduate as valedictorian in about a month. She had never gotten less than an A in school. She never got into trouble; all the teachers loved her and she was popular with her classmates. She was class president. She was active at her church. She would be attending a local private university with a full scholarship. 

She was also a very pretty girl. She had shoulder length blonde hair and a pretty face. On this day she had dressed up as she was going to have her picture taken for the local paper after school. She was wearing a blue button-up top with a black pencil skirt that fell to just below her knees. On her legs she wore very sheer nude pantyhose. It was hard to tell that she was even wearing anything on her legs, but a quick look at her toes through the open toes of her heels revealed that she was indeed in pantyhose. She felt that hosiery was important with any formal look, so she would always wear them anytime she dressed nicely even if her classmates rarely did. 

She sat in the public library typing away on her laptop. She had gone there to finish her final major paper of high school. She put a lot of work into even though she knew she didn’t really have to; the success of her high school career was already achieved, but she was never one to do a poor job. She chose to work at the library rather than at home. Her two younger brothers were loud and obnoxious and her older brother was a druggie who brought lots of ‘friends’ over who creeped her out. She could write and research in peace at the library so that’s what she did. And it was peaceful as she was the only person left in the library except for a librarian.

“Corrine, sweetheart,” the kind middle-aged librarian said, “Do you have much left to do? The library was supposed to close 15 minutes ago.”

“Oh,” Corrine said looking up to realize that it was dark outside, “I’m sorry. You should’ve said something sooner.” 

“Don’t worry,” she replied, “I don’t mind staying a little later for your sake. You’re such a good young lady.”

“Thank you,” Corrine said, “That’s very nice of you. I can come back tomorrow and finish it up. I won’t keep you here any longer. Just let me pack up and I’ll go.”

Corrine saved her work and shut down her laptop. She slid it into her backpack. She put on the backpack and grabbed her purse and headed towards the door. The librarian walked with her to the door. She opened the door for the high school student.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” she said, “Come back soon.”

“Goodnight,” Corrine said. 

The door shut and the librarian locked it before going back to the main desk. Corrine’s 3-inch heels clicked on the pavement as she walked towards her car, which was the only one in the parking lot. It was a beautiful evening and she took her time getting to her car. She got a few feet from her car and started digging around for her keys. She heard footsteps behind and realized that she wasn’t alone. She was grabbed before she could turn around and realize it wasn’t the librarian coming after her. 

An arm wrapped around her torso and a damp cloth was shoved into her face. Her screams were muffled as she fought to get free. She could feel the chemical start to take its toll. Her senses dulled. She did her best to try to get away or pry the hand away from her face, but coordination was going quickly. She forced herself to stay awake and keep fighting for as long as she could, but it was a losing battle as she eventually fell limp in his arms before being dropped to the ground. 

Michael knelt down by his latest victim. She had lasted a long time under his chloroform cloth. He grabbed her left ankle and removed her open toed heel and set it on the pavement. He paused to look at her hosed foot. She didn’t paint her nails, but they were clearly well pedicured. He lifted the girl up and hurriedly moved her to his car which was parked on the desolate street. He dropped her on her stomach in his trunk. He pulled a pair of his niece’s tights out and used them to tie her wrists before closing the trunk. He got in the car and drove off.

He carried the unconscious 18-year old into his house from the garage. He dropped her on the floor by the door to the basement. He removed her right shoe. His hands lingered on her nylon-clad legs for a moment. She started to stir and he lifted her up and carried her down to the basement and to her fate. He dropped her on her back and her bound arms. The snake was eager as he started slithering towards the awakening girl. 

“What the heck?” she yelled as she realized she couldn’t move her arms. 

She started struggling as she took in her surroundings.

“Help me!” she said, laying her eyes on Michael. 

She saw a smirk on his face and followed his eyes. She looked behind her as well as she could and could make out a massive snake approaching her. 

“Oh god,” she screamed as her struggles became more furious. 

What she screamed next was muffled as her head was taken into the snake’s mouth. She writhed on the ground, but it was difficult for her to do much as she was laying on her bound arms. Her shoulders slid into the serpent’s mouth. Her cries were muffled as the snake began to pull the girl further in. Soon her breasts weren’t visible which were quickly followed by her elbows. 

She lifted and bucked her hips hoping to get the monster off of her. All it achieved was lifting her skirt to just below her crotch. The control tops of her pantyhose were visible as was the crotch when she would desperately kick. Michael grinned as he saw that she was the type of girl who didn’t wear panties beneath her pantyhose. It was the one naughty thing the good girl would allow herself. She was pulled in further as her waist was pulled into the beast’s mouth. 

With another swallow half of her thighs were taken in by the snake. She kicked her legs hard as she could but it was too late to be of much use. When her hosed knees were swallowed she lost her ability to even kick. He watched as she wiggled her feet. She was still screaming, but the noise barely escaped from the snake. It sounded more like a quiet, desperate moaning. The snake pulled the helpless girl further in so it only had her feet left to swallow. Her toes clad in pantyhose wiggled until they too disappeared into the snake. 

The snake now had a bulge which moved a tiny bit and quietly screamed as it slithered away into a dark cool place. Michael walked up stairs, grabbed her heel and added it to his collection. 

He had planned to let the snake go back into the wild when it started warming up when he initially got the snake into his basement. Now, he was thinking about allowing it to be a permanent resident. It certainly was entertaining to have it around and he found abducting women to be so exciting. He wanted to keep doing it and then feeding his victims to that monster until something made him stop.