Easter Vore- Year 2

  Whitney was spending her first Easter in a new town and away from her family. It was just past noon and she had just left church. She did wish she had someone to share the holiday with. However, she couldn’t make a trip home, so she decided to try to have a nice day by herself. 

It was a surprisingly nice day in April, so she made an impromptu decision to add some outside time to her day. She drove her small car to a park near her apartment. No one else was there, which she didn’t mind. She left her cardigan in the car, so she could feel the warm sunlight on her arms. She started slowly walking uncertain of whether she wanted to walk a trail or just lay in the grass. 

Whitney’s long blonde hair was down and she wore a light pink hair band in it. She wore a dark pastel-blue dress, which fell to a few inches above her knees, white opaque tights and pastel pink flats. She decided that she would like to just lay out in the sunlight, but was afraid the grass would stain her white tights. She wondered if it was warm enough to go without them. 

She was lost in thought and failed to notice that she was no longer alone in the park. Without thought she slipped her left foot out of her flat and rested her toes barely inside the shoe. She had just decided that she probably could take off the tights when she was grabbed and something moist was shoved into her face. She fought and kicked sending her left shoe sliding down the path. Soon the fumes made it difficult for her to fight with any coordination. Then her world went black and the blonde girl was limp in her captor’s arms. 

Michael had the girl scooped up and in his trunk within a couple minutes. Her hands were tied with another pair of his niece’s tights. He made the quick drive back to his house. As he lifted the girl out of his trunk she began to stir. This was a first for him as he carried the girl directly from his trunk to the basement. She fully woke up when she hit the concrete floor of the basement. 

The snake was sliding towards the bound damsel quickly as it could. The snake was inches from her feet when she started pleading with her captor. She was oblivious to the massive snake that was spreading its jaws behind until she felt something grab her ankle. She screamed and turned to see what it was. She froze in terror as her feet were slowly pulled into the serpent’s mouth. Michael was a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t get to see her tights-clad legs struggle until they disappeared into a snake, but he thought seeing her fear and hearing her begging might be fun just this once. 

Whitney tried desperately to pull her legs free, but the beast just kept taking them into its jaws. She tried twisting and turning, but found the massive snake was too heavy for her to have any luck in trying to move it and with her wrists bound she couldn’t try to grab anything for leverage. She started crying as she realized that her situation was dire. She looked up at her captor as her makeup started running from her tears. 

“Help me please,” she yelled, “It’s eating me. Don’t let it eat me.”

He said nothing as he watched the girl writhe. He wanted to enjoy the last view of her legs in white tights before they were completely consumed by his snake. His view was lengthened as the skirt of her dress was pushed up as the snake pulled in her thighs. He caught a glimpse of her pink panties beneath her tights before that too was pulled into the snake’s mouth. 

“Help me you sick bastard,” she yelled.

Again he didn’t say anything to the girl. She tried to plead with the snake too in her frantic attempts not to be consumed. Her fingers wiggled and continued to try to grab the knot that bound her wrists as they disappeared into the mouth of the snake. Shortly after that, she managed to get her hands free and quickly pulled them out of the monster’s mouth. A combination of the snake’s saliva, her constant pulling at the tights binding her wrists and a slightly lazy knot allowed her to do so. She had a moment of hope as she reached out her arms trying to get a hold of something. 

There was nothing for her to grab within her reach. She tried to hold on the smooth concrete, but her hands would just slip causing her nails to scratch the floor. Several of her fingernails broke before she gave up this pursuit. She was swallowed up to her just below her breasts. 

“Help me,” she screamed desperately reaching her arms out to Michael, “I don’t want to get eaten. I don’t want to die.”

He kept his usual silence as the snake approached the young girl’s neck. Her sobbing became even more intense. 

“Please God!” she screamed to the heavens, “Make it stop. It’s not fair!”

Her prayer was muffled, as the snake made a gulp so only her blonde scalp with her pink headband was visible. The snake pulled the doomed girl further into its mouth. Her hands flailed trying desperately to grab at anything, but there was nothing. Her elbows were swallowed by the massive beast reducing her to just wiggling her fingers as the snake began to swallow the final part of her. 

Michael watched as her pale arms disappeared into the snake. While he did prefer to see his snake’s meals consumed head first, he did enjoy hearing a victim’s grunts, screams and pleas as well as the look on her face. The tips of her middle fingers were the last trace of Whitey to be seen before they too slipped into the snake. 

He walked upstairs as the snake slithered to its favorite corner with a large lump that was a dying girl. He wished he had gotten her shoe to go with the others or at least something to remember the girl by.