Trick and Treat pt 2
By PrinnyDood

Lydia, Miho and five other girls had managed to evade becoming frog-food by fleeing to the second floor, discovering in the process that giant frogs have a very difficult time traversing narrow flights of stairs.  They'd hidden themselves in a musty old bedroom, which lacked any windows or alternate exits, and were debating whether to barricade the door.

"There's no other way out!  If we barricade ourselves in we'll be trapped!"  Rebecca, the red-haired bunny-girl from earlier, yelled angrily, taking off her 'ears' and hurling them to the ground violently.

"I don't care!" Responded the woman dressed as a devil, "Better trapped in here than dead out there!  Are you blind?  My best friend was eaten by a giant... a giant thing, and you want us to go back out there?"  

"You're not thinking clearly.  Is a door with a dresser in front of it really going to stop those creatures?"  Lydia cut in, managing to keep her voice somewhat steady.  "Our only chance is to find a way out of here before we get caught, and staying in one place isn't going to help."

"Fine!  Then you and anyone else who wants to get eaten should get out now, so the rest of us can barricade the damn door!"  The unnamed devil-girl shot back, her voice rising an octave or two as she spoke.

"Shut up!  For the love of God shut the hell up!"  Miho whispered through gritted teeth.  "There's something outside,"  Silence fell over the women, the only sound forth-coming was hushed, fearful breathing.  Lydia looked over at what remained of the group, herself and Miho, Rebbeca, that bitchy devil, and three very frightened-looking cheerleaders, who had probably only survived this long because their costumes didn't include heels.  They all listened with wide eyed apprehension, and before long Lydia could hear thumping and muffled female voices from the other side of the door.  Her heart fell into her stomach, as screams and a loud unidentifiable commotion suddenly erupted, sending her imagination into overdrive with images of unspeakable horrors and doomed women.  After a startlingly short duration, the cries went silent, and a palpable sense of dread crept over the room's occupants.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God..."  one of the cheerleaders moaned, curling into a fetal position and apparently hoping for some sort of divine intervention.

"Somebody shut her the hell up,"  Rebecca whispered urgently, but before anyone could move, it became apparent that it was already too late.  Everyone yelped as the door suddenly groaned and creaked, buckling under some impossibly strong force, before its ancient hinges gave way and it collapsed inward, kicking up quite a bit of dust.  The trapped women stared in stunned silence as the dust cleared, and... nothing was there.  The doorway was empty.

"What the hell...?"  Lydia wondered out loud before she could stop herself, but it didn't take her long to notice the appendage creeping into the room through the ruined doorway.  A thick, slimy tentacle slithered across the ground purposefully, sweeping back and forth every few feet it traveled, probing deeper into the room with every second.  The olive green member was as thick as her thigh, and Lydia had no doubt that the currently-unseen creature attached to it wasn't going to be any friendlier than the other monsters she's seen that night.

"Don't let it touch you!"  Miho warned unnecessarily as she edged away from the seeking tentacle, positioning herself so that the bed was between her and it.  Lydia was forced to back away to the other side of the room, with only a large wooden chair as cover, and the rest of the girls followed suit, except one.  The cheerleader was just sitting, frozen, in the middle of the room, staring vacantly at the tentacle as it approached her.  She reacted only when it actually reached her,  coiling tightly around her ankle, but there was little she could do at that point.

"Eeeeee!  Help me!  Help me!!"  Screaming and thrashing, strawberry blond hair swirling out around her head, she was reeled rapidly towards the door in spite of her sudden resistance.  In a surprising act of bravery, both of her fellow cheerleaders leapt on her after only a moments hesitation, grabbing her arms and slowing her departure to a crawl, though now all three were being dragged towards whatever horror lay outside.

Lydia watched, trapped between fear and the desire to help, as the trio slowly approached the door, their cries for aid growing more frantic by the second, though no one else stepped in to help ether.  Then all at once, the unlucky woman's costume tore in the hands of her would-be rescuers, causing them to fall back onto their toned bottoms, clutching only shreds of fabric.  With nothing left slowing her down, the snared cheerleader skidded from the room with a wail of horror, soon to meet the owner of the tentacle.  Lydia shuddered as the unlucky girl's desperate cries went on for several seconds before they ended abruptly, followed by a loud gulp, removing any doubt as to her fate.

"We have to get out of here!"  the unnamed devil girl exclaimed, breaking the silence as she voiced her change of heart.

"How?  We're trapped in here, if we leave now that thing will get us for sure..."  Lydia said, fear for her life overshadowing any anger she might have felt over Devil-Girl's hypocrisy.

"If only we'd barricaded the goddamn door, we might-"  Devil-Girl's display of her ability to be petty under any circumstances was interrupted when the tentacle re-entered the room.  This time it moved much faster and more purposefully, snatching one of the two remaining cheerleaders off her feet and dragging her from the room before she could do more than squeal.

Go!  While it has her, move!"  Rebecca shouted, and made a daring dash for the door, Devil-Girl and the last cheerleader close behind.  Lydia started to follow, but was stopped by Miho.

"No, not yet,"  she said quietly, holding Lydia's arm tightly.  They watched the doorway where the three other women had fled, and soon saw something massive, gray and slug-like slither by, a creature far too large to fit through an average door.  It oozed past without giving them a second look, no doubt in pursuit of the playboy bunny Rebecca and the other two.  "Now, we go the other way," Miho said, her voice breaking a little, pointing in the opposite direction the creature had gone.  Though surprised at her friend's clever (if ruthless) thinking, Lydia was in no mood to object.  Hand-in-hand they ran, not looking back even as more screams erupted from the hallway at their backs.

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Rebbeca began questioning her wisdom almost immediately upon leaving the room.  She was barely past the door jambs when she first glimpsed the beast from which she was running.  It was monsterous in size, almost filling the width of the hall, and its form closely resembled an enormous slug, with its limbless, slime-covered body.  Its head was much different though, ending in a cavernous, triple-pronged maw that gave it a bizarre, alien appearance.  It was currently in the process of swallowing its second helping of cheerleader, pulling in her struggling form with smooth, effortless gulps.  Rebecca didn't stay to watch, dashing past the beast and its doomed prey at a full sprint.

The trio of surviving women ran through seemingly endless, maze-like halls at top speed, terror fueling their flight.  Rebecca was going so fast she'd lost all sense of direction, but knew she couldn't slow down, the creature was surely following them.  Every time she saw a side-door she was tempted to take it, but didn't dare risk getting caught in another dead-end.  She spared a glance back, and quickly wished she hadn't; the creature was much faster than it looked, and close enough that it wasn't yet obscured by the twisty halls.  Rebecca redoubled her efforts, putting a bit of distance between herself and the two following her, when she saw something that filled her with sudden hope:  A window.  

Rebecca had seen enough horror movies to know that in these sorts of situations, the window is always locked, or stuck, or something else unexpected, so she didn't waste any time trying to open it.  Instead, she took the nearest hard, heavy object (in this case, a large faded painting), and swung it at the window with all her might.  After a number of increasingly frantic whacks, she managed to create a suitable opening, at which point she realized that they were still on the second floor.  Then, the slug-thing caught up with them.

The remaining cheerleader was first to go.  The monster's all-to-familiar tongue-like tentacle swept out from its mouth, catching her by the neck and pulling her halfway into its maw, before she could even scream.  There was no time for thought or deliberation as the girl was rapidly devoured: only action.  Rebecca quickly clambered through the window, praying that there would be something that she could use to get down.  

Groping in the dark for any kind of purchase, her hands met with some kind of lattice, and with a little whoop of triumph, she descended as fast as safety would allow.  Upon hearing a scream from above, she looked and saw the still-nameless Devil-Girl clinging desperately to the window-frame, crying her head off, and it wasn't hard to guess why.  As Rebecca watched, the slug-monster's lips quickly engulfed the poor girl, not even bothering to disengage her from her hand-hold before swallowing her.  Soon only her hands where showing, still holding onto the window in hopeless resistance, when Rebecca snapped herself back to reality, turning away from the scene and quickly climbing the rest of the way down.  She was almost free!

The crisp, cool air outside felt wonderful on her sweat-soaked skin, and despite the situation, Rebecca couldn't help but take a moment to revel in her freedom.  Moment's later it was back to business, and the buxom redhead carefully made her way toward the front of the house, where her car would be waiting.  She was painfully aware that her cherry-red bunny costume was about as far from stealthy as imaginable, but all was quiet save for the whispering of wind in the trees, and the soft sound of her own footsteps on grass.  She made it to the front lawn without incident, and began trying to find her vehicle among the others, a difficult task in the shadowy dark.

As she picked her way among the cars, silently cursing herself for not remembering where she'd parked, she saw a shadow move through her field of vision, and then disappear.  The barely dressed girl froze immediately, desperately trying to keep her breathing even, as her heart thundered violently in her chest.  She heard a soft rustle behind her and almost jumped, but somehow stopped herself, fearing that any movement might give her away.  She was so close, it couldn't end now!

Rebecca closed her eyes and prayed that somehow, whatever it was wouldn't notice her.  Amazingly, it seemed to work, and she stood there in silence for a very long time, until her legs grew stiff.  Still fearful, she carefully straightened up and slowly turned, scanning the darkness for what might have made the sound.  There was nothing there.  The faux bunny-girl let out a shaky sigh of relief, just before something powerful wrapped around her waist and jerked her off her feet.

Struggling and protesting loudly, unable to even see her attacker, Rebecca was rapidly dragged along the grassy turf on her back.  At length she finally came to a stop, dizzy and disoriented, unsure where she was in relation to the house (though really, that was the least of her troubles).  Rough, dry tendril-like appendages seized her wrists firmly, lifting her off the ground before she could even begin to fight back, bringing her face-to-face with a truly terrifying creature.  

The first thing she noticed was that it seemed to be some sort of plant, or was at least strongly reminiscent of one.  Its large, bulbous 'head' consisted almost entirely of its yawing, toothless mouth, a sticky, tongue-like appendage clearly visible within.  The head was attached to a thick, rough-looking stalk that seemed to sprout directly from the ground, and its numerous vine-like tentacles all rose from around that spot as well.

For several moments Rebecca just dangled there, overcome with the terrible reality of her predicament, until the plant-creature began drawing her closer to its mouth, extending it slimy 'tongue' towards her.  She gasped and squirmed as it licked her, the warm, saliva-coated member sliding across her whole front in a single gooey pass, leaving her soaking in the viscus stuff.  

"Let me go you son of a bitch!"  The hapless redhead shouted at the thing, deciding suddenly that she wouldn't give up without a fight, wouldn't whimper or beg for her life.  With that in mind, she aimed several vicious kicks as its head, a few of which even landed.  To her utter astonishment, it pulled away, making a displeased sound.  She was even hopeful that it might drop her, but instead a half-dozen more of its vine-tentacles sprang into action, twining around her body and burrowing under her minimalist costume wherever a seam was to be found.  As she struggled, Rebecca's clothing bunched up under the tendril's ministrations, and was soon torn away and discarded, leaving her naked and helpless.  Then, the horrible truth dawned on her that it probably wasn't her kicking that it had objected to, but the taste of her clothing.

Soon the nude female was being drawn back towards the gaping mouth that sought to engulf her, bucking and fighting with heroic tenacity all the while.  She managed to get her (now bare) feet braced against what passed for the creature's lips, though this only briefly delayed the inevitable, as the plant's tongue slipped out and wrapped itself tightly around one leg.  The tongue yanked, and one efficient slurp later she was up to her waist in its hot, undulating mouth.  The plant's fleshy lips held her snugly in place, and her left arm was now trapped against her body inside the creature, the other flailing uselessly as she squirmed and cried in futile protest.

As the creature began to apply suction, drawing her into its mouth inch by slimy inch, Rebecca's struggles grew increasingly frantic, though they remained just as ineffective.  She was facing the ground, and as soon as her ample breasts were squeezed into the beast's mouth, its tongue went into action, sliding and slurping across her naked body, the tip paying special attention to her unprotected chest.

"Ohhhhh, ummmph!"  The redhead's cries rapidly transformed into moans, responding to the surprisingly sensual feel of wet tongue on bare flesh.  She was too afraid for her life to become truly aroused, but the warring feelings of pleasure vs. fear were more than enough to keep her distracted, all the while slipping deeper into the creature's throat.  With her resistance reduced to half-hearted wiggles and breathless gasps, Rebecca only squeaked at the unexpected feeling of her head being pulled into the plant's mouth, her one free arm now the only part of her outside the slimy orifice.  The sudden blackness and dank air reminded her of the reality of her situation, and renewed terror gripped her mind.  With a surge of adrenaline-induced energy, Rebecca erupted into a bout of frantic wriggling, which unfortunately afforded her very little, as the creature's next action was to swallow with terrifying force.

The busty female shrieked as her curvy figure squeezed down the tight, slimy tube, each convulsion of the surrounding muscles pushing her deeper.  She clawed uselessly with her free hand, her fingernails slipping across the smooth tissue without finding any purchase, failing to slow her decent at all.  Before long she was pressed into the creature's underground stomach, first noticing the unmistakable feel of being squashed against numerous other naked female bodies.  The stomach's other occupants were squirming and crying and babbling incoherently, and the addition of Rebecca to the already cramped quarters did nothing to calm them.  In a particularly unfortunate case of positioning, one unlucky girl ended up with her face squeezed firmly into Rebecca's ample cleavage, and no matter how she twisted or jerked she couldn't seem to dislodge herself.

The stretchy, goo-filled sack clenched and relaxed rhythmically, squeezing the tangle of naked females together tightly with each contraction.  Sticky, honey-like ooze constantly dripped, keeping a thick coating of the mildly digestive stuff distributed over them.  There was no escape, and Rebecca had no options but to cry, squirm, and be digested.  Which, as it turns out, is exactly what she did.

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Lydia and Miho, hand-in-hand, swiftly but carefully picked their way through the halls and corridors of the mansion, flinching in unison each time they heard a nearby scream.  The pair had passed two windows already, but both had had bars on them, and neither girl thought trying to force them would be a productive use of time.  They stopped briefly to catch their breaths, and suddenly Lydia realized they needed some plan of action beyond aimless running.

"This place has to have more than one exit, like a back door or something!  We need to get back down to the first floor."  Lydia said breathlessly, leaning against the wall, nervously listening for anything approaching.

"I don't even know where we are.  None of this looks familiar to me..."  Miho replied, her voice was shaky, and she looked like she was about to cry.

"We're going to make it," Lydia responded, trying (somewhat unsuccessfully) to sound confident, "there's got to be a staircase around here somewhere..."  Before further dialog could take place, nearby footsteps caught their attention, and they both whirled in time to see a lone woman round the corner.

"Oh my God!  I'm so glad I'm not the only one left!"  The woman exclaimed (far to loudly for Lydia's liking) as she rushed forward.  She was wearing a frilly white angel getup, complete with halo and little plastic wings.  The lacy skirt was almost indecently short, and her low-cut top was equally racy, giving the costume an overall appearance that didn't quite fit the apparent angelic theme.  Her silky blond hair, innocent face, and bright blue eyes on the other hand, supported the theme quite well.

Lydia didn't care about any of this, however, only that she was making far to much noise.  "Quiet!" She hissed under her breath, "What if something hears you?"

"Oh!  I'm sorry, I'm just so glad there's someone else who's okay..."  The blond whispered back timidly, holding her hand over her mouth.

"It's okay," Lydia said, feeling sudden sympathy for the girl, who had probably only recently witnessed her friends being eaten alive, "you can come with us, we're headed back to the first floor.  I'm sure there'll be some kind of back exit there." 

The lace-clad girl just stared at Lydia for several long moments, her head cocked to the side, as though examining her.  Finally, she spoke: "Hey, I just came up here from the first floor, maybe we could go back that way?  The area was safe when I left it.  I'm Sarina, by the way."

"I'm Lydia and this is Miho, and that sounds like a fine idea," The faux vampire turned to her friend, who seemed to have composed herself, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, let's go."  She replied, and with that, they set out, Sarina leading the way through the maze of hallways.  

It took some time, but eventually they found their way to a rickety-looking spiral staircase.  It didn't look at all safe, but before Lydia could change her mind, she heard a fleshy, almost obscene slithering sound behind her, and turned to see the slug-thing from before quickly approaching.  Apparently it had finished with Rebecca and the others, and was ready for its next helping.

"Go, now!" Lydia yelled, launching herself down the stairs haphazardly, with the other two close behind.  Somehow they managed evade the of reach of the creature's grasping tongue, and it seemed unable or unwilling to follow them down the stairs.  They ended up in a large, dim room, that had perhaps once been used for storage, but had long since been emptied of its contents.  As her eyes adjusted to the low light, it was with sudden, crushing horror that Lydia realized they were not alone.

A massive, fleshy lump dominated the center of the room, rising like a great brown blister from the ground, easily six feet high, and considerably more than that across.  Even in the poor light Lydia could see it rippling and pulsating, and before her eyes it split open at its crown, like a mouth.  A set of clothes, slime-soaked and ruined beyond recognition, was hurled from the orifice to land not far from her feet.  Then, the mouth closed, and there was a loud, horrible swallowing sound, a phenomenon Lydia was becoming uncomfortably familiar with.

It didn't seem to have noticed them yet, and somehow none of the girls had panicked either, so Lydia, heart thundering in her chest, silently scanned the room for an exit.  It didn't take long for her to locate the open doorway, and gesture for the others to follow her lead.  Unfortunately, plan fell apart as soon as she took her first careful step.  

The creature, reacting to even that slight noise, lunged for them with a long, bony arm she hadn't seen until that moment.  Lydia spun out of the way by the slightest margin, and all but dove for the door at top speed.

She expected to feel it seize her from behind just as she passed the threshold, but instead made it through unhindered.  Before she could enjoy escaping death yet again, she heard Miho's terrified scream, and knew in the pit of her stomach what had happened.  She turned to look anyway, and saw Miho dangling by her feet from that hideous hand, flailing wildly as she was positioned over the already open mouth of the creature.

"We have to run now," Sarina said urgently, tugging at her sleeve, "if we don't, he'll get you too."  Lydia hesitated in the doorway, watching helplessly as her friend was lowered toward that waiting mouth, and a fate she didn't dare imagine.  "Come on!  Hurry!"  The angelic blond pulled her arm more forcefully, and with a heavy heart Lydia followed, knowing she would never see Miho again.  If she even survived the night herself.

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In all her life, Miho had never been less happy about her situation, dangling as she was upside-down over the yawning mouth, which she would soon become very familiar with, she was sure.  Though she struggled and jerked around, it was quite pointless, because even if she broke free, she would only fall right were it wanted her; its mouth.  She looked down (or rather, up, from her position) and stared at the teeming mass of tentacles that awaited her inside the creature's fleshy maw.  They were constantly undulating and twisting around themselves, as though in anticipation of the soft, vulnerable female morsel swaying just feet above them.

Then all at once her legs were released, and the whole world blurred for a few breathless seconds, before she landed in the hot, moist pit that was the beast's feeding orifice.  She shrieked as the tendrils went to work on her, wrapping and coiling around every available inch of flesh, slithering under her clothes, and coating her soft skin in their sticky, lubricating slime.  The tiny bit of light coming in was quickly blotted out, as the creature closed its mouth with horrible finality. 

"Nooo, ugh, mmph!"  Miho was so tightly bound she could barely move, and even her ability to scream was restricted as a thick, wide tentacle wrapped itself across her mouth.  Her clothes didn't last long, twisted and torn from her slender frame by the seeking appendages, which continued their exploration of her nubile body, mercilessly probing and squeezing her most private, sensitive places.  She could only wiggle weakly and make muffled sounds of protest in response to the constant ministrations of the unrelenting organs, and just as she began to wonder how much more she could take, it stopped.  

The tentacles suddenly released her and withdrew all at once, and she could see a flicker of light from above, indicating that the mouth was opening.  This sudden reversal confused her, and she even felt a glimmer of hope that she would be somehow be freed.  Then, a slimy ball of tattered cloth that had once been her school-girl costume was hurled through the opening above her by one of the larger tentacles, and she suddenly knew what would come next.  The unreachable exit from her slime-filled prison closed once the inedible clothes were expelled, and in the next second Miho felt everything clench down around her all at once.  Then, it swallowed.

Miho wiggled and kicked as she was squeezed headfirst down the moist tube that passed for the creature's esophagus, now beyond any hope that her future held anything other than becoming nourishment for a hideous monster.  She wondered briefly, just before she reached the stomach, whether Lydia would escape, or if she would suffer a similar fate.
 
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Lydia blindly followed Sarina, far to stunned at the sudden loss of Miho to know or care where they were going, though the blonde seemed to have little trouble navigating through the house.  Finally, they came to a stop, "I think we should rest here for a while," Sarina said with surprising calm, opening a nearby door as she did, "I'm about to pass out with exhaustion."  

Following without a word, Lydia was vaguely aware that they were entering what seemed to be a large bedroom.  Sarina latched the door (for all the good it might do) and sat down on the foot of the dusty old bed, an oddly cheerful expression on her face.

"I'm sorry he got your friend, I wasn't expecting him to be there..."  Sarina apologized, displaying all the emotion of someone who had eaten a friend's lunch by mistake.  "We should be safe in here for a while though."

"No, that door's not going to keep anything out.  We should get out of here soon," Lydia's voice was weak, but she was getting more annoyed with Sarina by the second.

"Ohhh, please, just a little longer?  I'm really tired!" Lydia now noticed that Sarina did not look the least bit winded.

"Stay here if you want, I'm-" Lydia was interrupted by three loud, rhythmic thumps on the door, causing her to start so badly she almost toppled over.

"Oh!  That'll be for you, I imagine," Sarina said cheerfully, and to Lydia's utter shock and horror, she simply walked over to the door, unlatched it, and flung it open.

Something large and reptilian surged through the opening, a blur of glittering green scales, and coiled around the defenseless blonde before she could so much as move.  Sarina squealed in response, but her voice displayed far more surprise than fear, as though she had just been hit by a water-balloon, rather than an enormous snake.  Lydia pressed into the far wall as the tangle of girl and serpent came to a rest on the floor, the creature's huge head staring into the eyes of the female hopelessly trapped in its coils.

"It's me," came Sarina's surreal response.  Even more amazingly, the reptile gently unwound from her, allowing her to stand up and dust herself off.  "This is Apep, and soon you'll be getting to know him very well," the woman giggled, as though privy to some secret joke, "though I imagine he'll enjoy the process far more than you will."

"Who are you?" Lydia responded, unable to look away from the snake, its alien eyes unblinking as they fixed on her own.  She couldn't begin to guess its length, due to they way its coils seemed to blend together, but given the size of its head and the thickness of its body, she wouldn't have any trouble fitting inside it.  She shivered.

"A slave to something incredible.  Long ago, myself and a few others were giving the option of becoming servants to these great beings, rather than food,"  she smirked, "naturally we jumped at the opportunely, and now we aid them in whatever they desire.  We may lack freedom, but the perks are simply marvelous."  

"Why bring me here then?  Am I supposed to become a slave to some sick monster too?"  Lydia's mind was reeling at the reality of her situation, and the idea that she might be inside a giant, (apparently) demonic snake in the near future.

"Oh no, I'm afraid not.  They stopped taking applications some time ago, you're in for a much less pleasant fate.  I only brought you here because Apep believes in quality over quantity, and you seemed a cut above the other girls here tonight."  Sarina stepped forward, "Now, let's get you out of those clothes,"

"Wait, I-" Lydia stammered as she tried to pull away, only to find herself unable to move, her body simply refusing to obey.

"Oh, hush.  You can relax for now, you'll have plenty of time to complain while you're digesting,"  the blond stated matter-of-factly as she began to undo the back of Lydia's costume.  Though far from reassured, Lydia could do nothing but stare helplessly into the eyes of the creature that would soon be making a meal of her, while Sarina stripped her of her clothing.

The raven-haired girl sighed with relief despite herself when Sarina finally peeled the tight corset off, exposing her creamy flesh to the chill night air.  The rest of her clothes slowly followed, with Sarina making a sensual show of undressing her, running her fingers across bare skin whenever possible, occasionally pinching a sensitive spot to elicit a squeak of protest.  A hot flush crept into her cheeks in response, but for all her efforts, she could only fidget in place as she was thoroughly humiliated.

"There!"  the faux angel said with satisfaction once Lydia was fully naked, "I sure can pick them.  She looks even better without clothes, don't you think Apep?"

"Please, c-can't we talk about this?"  Lydia shuddered, knowing it was stupid the moment the words left her mouth, but it was the only thing that popped into her head.

"Nope," was Sarina's only reply, before the snake hurled itself at her in a flurry of shining scales and coils.

"Noo, mmmph!"  Finally free of whatever was holding her frozen, Lydia kicked and flailed as loop after look of smooth, surprisingly warm reptilian flash wrapped around her, sliding across naked skin while pinning her limbs firmly together.  Soon the coils tightened down around her, subduing her resistance to squirming and soft whimpers, as the serpent positioned its head at her bare feet.

"Mmmmm, he's starting with your feet.  That's a compliment; it means he likes the sound of your voice!" Sarina's cheerful commentary did nothing to make Lydia feel better, though compared to the mouth moving up over her ankles, it was the least of her problems.  The dark-haired girl was held so snuggly that she could do nothing to slow the progress of her aggressor, even as her feet were pushed into the moist, sticky confines of its throat.  Her long, smooth legs offered no resistance at all, as they were gradually enveloped, each swallow bringing her a few inches closer to her final destination.  The creature unwound from Lydia bit-by-bit as she was ingested, leaving her no opportunity to resist as she was transfered directly from binding coils too gulping throat, with little in between.

The consumption slowed when it reached her hips, and 'Apep' paused to unhinge its jaws and better allow her passage into its mouth.  Lydia sniffled and wiggled her legs, which were now uncomfortably compressed inside the reptile's rippling throat, as she wondered what it would be like inside a stomach, and how she might have done things differently to avoid her plight.  Once her hips and buttocks were firmly inside the snake, things only accelerated, and the fact that her arms were now pinned at her sides inside the throat just enhanced the feeling of utter helplessness.

"Not much more to go!"  Sarina chirped sweetly once Lydia's head and shoulders were all that was left visible, the last coil unwinding from her now that she couldn't pose any credible resistance.  Each swallow squeezed her whole body mercilessly, drawing gasps and moans from her as she approached her sticky doom.  Lydia felt her breasts pressing against the back on the snake's throat, and realized her head was now almost completely inside its mouth.  She looked out desperately as it reset its jaw, and the last thing she saw as the mouth closed around her head was Sarina, waving happily, a pleasant smile on her face.

Unfortunately for her, that's not where things ended for Lydia, as she was alive and quite conscious as she squeezed deeper and deeper into the snake's gullet, wiggling and crying as she went.  The rippling flash around her was claustrophobicly tight, and she was terribly aware that every moment brought her closer to its stomach, and the digestion that would surely take place there.   
	
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Sarina nestled contentedly in the coils of her master, stroking the bulge where his latest meal resided, wiggling and shifting gently as the girl inside struggled hopelessly against her inevitable digestion.  

It had been stressful, meticulous work setting up the 'party', and making sure no one got suspicious, but it had payed off amazingly well.  She and the others were sure to be rewarded lavishly for their efforts, assuring their continued existence as servants, rather than food, for the foreseeable future.  Life was very, very good for all involved, and Sarina couldn't remember being happier.  

What they did wasn't really wrong, after all.  The world was filled with millions of women, and, in her experience, few of them really appreciated the privileged, predator-free lives they lived anyway.  Quite pleased with her rationalization, Sarina drifted into a peaceful sleep, her conscience clear.