The park entrance was opposite a fast food joint. The sign said 'Experience
nature, guided tours arranged'
He crossed the road and went in. There was no one behind the desk. 'Hullo' he
shouted. No response. 'Hullo' again. No on appeared. He was about to leave when
a woman came in through the door.

She was tall with dark skin, and well built, buxom almost. She stood taller than
he did. Her dress was tight on her body and came to mid thigh. It appeared to be
made of shimmering snake skin. It was cut low in front giving her generous
cleavage. Her nipples showed through the fabric of her dress. He saw no evidence
that she wore either bra or panties. She moved with a sinuous grace, her muscles
rippling. There was something sexual and dangerous about her. He felt both
excited and nervous. She was the kind of woman his mother had warned him about.
'Be careful, that kind of woman, she will have you for breakfast' his mother had
said. He felt a frisson of excitement.

'Er.. there's no one here', he said.

She came over to stand next to him. Was it his imagination or did she stand
rather too close? He had great difficulty keeping his gaze off her bosom.

She looked him up and down for a moment. For an instant there was a glitter in
her eyes. She seemed to have come to a conclusion. 'Don't worry' she replied, 'I
can take you on a tour. No charge.'. Her voice was deep and sensual. 'There is
one small condition, you must provide me with lunch afterwards'.

'It's a deal' he said.

'Are you sure?' she replied, 'I'm a big girl, I eat a lot'

He looked at the woman. She was big. 'All arse and tits, I could get into that
like a rat up a drain', he thought crudely. But he said, 'It's OK I'm sure I can
manage something for you'. He thought of the fast food outlet across the road.

'I'm certain you can, I've been looking for someone like you. Come outside, I've
got a vehicle there'. She took his arm in a possessive grip.

It was an open game viewing truck with several seats and a canopy above. He
climbed up into it and she drove through the gate.

'I expect you think Nature is peaceful and serene', she said, 'It's not. It's
brutal and vicious. In Nature you either eat or are eaten. I'll show you'

She stopped first at a water hole. At one side a large Eland cow was drinking.
At the other side was a pack of wild dogs. The dogs trotted round the edge of
the water hole towards the Eland. They began to chase it. They yapped at it's
heels one at a time jumping up to bite it on the flank. The dogs were much
smaller than the antelope but they harassed it mercilessly. She followed the
chase in the vehicle. After ten minutes the Eland stumbled. The dogs were on it
in an instant. One tore open its belly dragging its intestines onto the ground.
The Eland gave a last dying scream and it was all over. The dogs began their
meal amid blood and guts.

She drove on lightly putting her hand on his knee. 'Just to make sure you don't
go anywhere' she said enigmatically.

Next they stopped in a glade under some trees. 'Watch', she said. A large moth
fluttered around. One of its wings caught a single thread of spider web. The
moth fluttered to escape. The spider darted towards it attempting to lasso it
with another thread. Eventually it did so. It circled the moth tying more and
more web around it. Soon the moth could not move. The spider moved in, sunk its
fangs into the moth and injected enzymes to liquefy the moth. Then it sucked the
moth dry.

He began to feel an excitement an arousal. The sight of death and devouring was
strangely fascinating.

She drove him to the edge of a muddy pool. Frogs hopped around snapping up
insects. A snake darted out and seized a frog. The frog struggled to escape but
the snake held it fast. The snake moved its jaws until it had the frog by the
head. With more jaw movement it swallowed the frog. The frog's legs still kicked
as it vanished down the snake's throat.

'The frog was still alive when it was swallowed' she said, ' but it won't last
long in the snake's stomach. A frog's skin is tough but as the frog dies its
muscles relax. Pepsin and hydrochloric acid penetrate its body cavity and breaks
down the collagen and connective tissues. Digestion starts with the soft
internal organs. In the end, bones, skin, everything will become a jelly-like
chyme and pass into the snake's intestines. The snake will absorb the nutrients.
Little will remain, just a small amount of fecal matter. To use a vulgar
expression, a snake is a process to turn a live frog into snake shit. Watch
again'

Another snake struck at a frog. This time it managed to grip the frog's leg
only. The frog hopped desperately around to escape. The snake held on and
moving its jaws slowly swallowed more of the frog's leg. It reached the frog's
body, opened its mouth a little wider and down the frog went. He saw it blink
once before it disappeared. He felt a faint stirring in his loins and turned
away from her.

She spoke, 'There comes a point in all hunts when the prey, though still alive,
cannot escape.

In the wild dog hunt it was when the Eland fell to the ground. With the moth it
was when the spider got a second strand of web around it. The frog was as good
as snake shit when the snake had a leg in its jaws. That's Nature for you. Eat
or be eaten.

All successful hunts end in death. The Eland died of massive shock and blood
loss. The moth had its body contents liquefied. The frog drowned in stomach
juices'. The predator shows no respect and no compassion. The prey has no
dignity, it is nothing but food. Its body belongs to the predator.

'Well, thank you', he said, 'that was...very interesting'.

'Now for the last example', she said.

She drove on stopping under some trees. There was a bench and picnic table in
the shade. He was feeling hungry, 'Let's get back for lunch'

'We don't have to go back, everything I want for lunch is here. You see, I'm
going to eat you. You are the lunch. I've been stalking you since I saw you in
reception. You are the prey and I'm the predator. The hunt is nearly over. Once
I've caught you you'll be my meal'.

'You're joking of course', he said, 'how can you eat me?' He looked at her. Her
eyes were full of a hungry glitter. Suddenly he was afraid.

She walked over to the table and sat down. She crossed her legs. 'You can still
leave. Get into the vehicle and drive away. But once you come up to the table
you pass the point of no return. You will not escape'.

He looked at her. A big girl with her dress high on her thighs, her nipples
almost showing. She radiated sexual energy. Her eyes continued to glitter.
Staring at him she uncrossed her legs slowly and deliberately, he caught a
glimpse of pink flesh and dark pubic hair.

'What are you waiting for? It's up to you, either satisfy me or drive off'. The
voice was soft and seductive.

He felt weak at the knees. How could she eat him? What was she talking about?
This was some kind of joke. he walked to the table.

She rose to her feet and came to stand in front of him. She put her arms around
his neck. He felt her hard nipples on his chest. He smelled her sweat. Her body
pressed against his. She spoke softly into his ear.

'You're past the point of no return, the hunt is over. You cannot escape. Now
you're mine to eat'.

She moved her head and bit his lip. He tasted a trickle of blood and at that
moment he found that he could not move.

She stepped back. Her voice was suddenly matter of fact and businesslike.

'Hullo lunch' she said, 'you taste delicious. I shall enjoy eating you. But
first we must remove your clothes, I don't want to eat those, so let's get rid
of them'.

She unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. She slipped her hands down his waist
and pulled his shorts to the ground. He was naked.

She looked down at him.

'Why, you're quite excited, there's one part of your body that can move. Do you
think you will enjoy this?'

She reached down and took hold of his penis and scrotum.

'Remember, no respect, no dignity and no compassion. To me you are just food' he
looked in vain for some hint of mercy in her eyes. There was none.

'Please...let me go', it was almost a whimper.

'Silly boy', she said, 'What for? I've hunted you and caught you. Did the dogs
let the Eland go? Did the spider release the fly? Did the snake spit out the
frog? No. They ate what they had caught, that was the whole point of the hunt.
So shall I. Besides, you made a deal. You promised me lunch, I'm about to
collect'.

He became flaccid again and a trickle of urine ran down his leg. His bowels felt
loose. She had taken his dignity. She was about to claim his body.

Then she vanished. He could move again. He stared round, where was she.

He saw the snake. It was very large. It's head was almost as big as a horse's
head. She opened her mouth impossibly wide. He saw the rows of re-curved
teeth. He looked down her throat, the passage to her belly. It was pale, and
slippery with mucous. Muscular waves rippled down it.

He heard her voice inside his head commanding him. 'Get down on your hands and
knees. Crawl forward towards me'.

He remembered tales of rabbits being hypnotized by snakes. He hadn't believed
them. Now it was happening to him. He knew he should not obey but was powerless
to resist. He got onto his knees and crawled forward until he was in front of
her. She opened her mouth. Her throat beckoned him.

'Now lean into my mouth and lie down'. He did so. He felt her lower jaw beneath
his chest. 'Crawl in' her voice went on. He inched inwards. 'More'.

His arms were deep inside, his head at the back of her mouth. His hips rested on
her front teeth. He felt the smooth slickness of her throat, felt the muscular
contractions. She closed her jaws and began to move them back and forth. With
each movement he slipped in further. He wriggled furiously but to no avail.
Slippery mucous coated him, his hands found no purchase. He could not push
himself out. Wave after wave of contractions urged him along.

The process was inexorable. His thighs, his calves and soon his feet were
engulfed. She closed her mouth. His body was hers. Her muscles pushed him down
into her guts.

Gastric juices covered him. His eyes smarted with the acid. The tender membranes
around his anus stung. He held his breath for as long as he could. He gulped a
last gulp but there was no air. Pepsin and acid ran into his lungs. A last
quiver and the orifices of his body opened. He gave her his life. She began to
digest her meal.

The woman sat on the bench. Her last meal had gone down well. She was satisfied.
She licked her lips and belched. Not very ladylike she thought. But then I'm not
a lady. I'm something else. I hunt men and eat them. Her kind had done so for
centuries. During the hunt I am a woman. during the meal, a snake.

Her prey was easy to catch. A flash of cunt and the brain stopped working. In
the past thousand years not one had escaped, even though she had given them the
chance.

She enjoyed the chase, enjoyed selecting them, seeing the effect she had on
them, committing them for lunch. Once in the vehicle they were as good as hers.
She watched them squirm a little at the first sight of nature in the raw. But
with each scene they were more excited, and her appetite increased. Some
surreptitiously turned away to smooth down a bulge in their crotch when looking
at the snake catching a frog. Little did they know.

Then the final irresistible lure, slowly uncrossing her legs. 'Take the last
step. Come into my parlor. Come and be eaten'.

Most of all she loved eating, feeling the victim slip down her throat to be
digested. At that moment she felt very powerful. What started as a living man
was now her food. She made him give her everything, his dignity, his body and
his life.

She patted her bulging stomach and belched again. The meal would last a few
days, then it would be time to hunt again.