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A rat. I came back as a rat! Poetic justice I assume, since in my human life I had fed literally hundreds of rats to my pet Burmese Python. Someone somewhere has quite the sense of humor I suppose. Oh, and not just any rat. A big plump male feeder rat, and I am sitting here in a cage with my feeder rat buddies, waiting to see who comes in to buy us, and what each one of our fates are.

It's odd, I can still think just like a human but I don't seem to have much control over my body movements. I can make myself freeze, but when I move my body just does what it wants. Like mounting females for instance. I remember clearly in my earlier days as a rat being put with female rats and while my human mind didn't find them arousing in the least, my rat body had other ideas. I soon found myself on top of a receptive female humping away in my own little ratty fashion. I can't say it was unpleasant and I soon became accustom to my use as a breeder. In those days it actually felt kinda good to be "put to stud" as it were, and I bred so many females I lost count. The good ol' days as they say. Well, those days came to a screeching halt a short time ago, and I found myself being picked up by the nice woman who owned me and being put into a big cage with other male rats. My days of being a breeder were over and my days as a "feeder" were just beginning. How did I know I was a feeder rat you ask? Easy, I read the sign! I was in the "Jumbo" category, indicating the biggest most scrumptious rats available. And my price was $7.50. I guess I can take comfort in the fact I am in the most expensive category. More meat on me you know?

When I turn and look at my own body, it's apparent I am indeed a large rat. A large rat with even larger testicles. Oh my god are those things big! When I walk I can feel them dragging along behind me like so much baggage. Maybe my days as a breeder made them that large? I don't know much about rat biology but to have testicles this large is kinda obscene. I am actually kind of shy about it. When people come in and look into my glass aquarium I want to shield myself, especially when girls come in. But the aquarium is glass all around and they have access to view inside from all directions. Yes, I see the girls point at me and giggle when they see my pendulous scrotum dragging along behind. There isn't much I can do but it doesn't help me get used to the embarrassment either.

Every day at least a few times a day, the clerk comes to us and opens the top. She puts her hand in and grabs one of us by the tail and pulls us out. Rat doom to be sure. Usually it's teenage boys who buy us but girls buy us too. Even old ladies come in and buy us. I shudder to think what is in store for me. I suspect I will be fed to a big python, or perhaps a large lizard. Either fate is horrible....I guess I'd prefer the snake, even though being squeezed to death sounds painful. Maybe I will get purchased by someone who will euthanize me first before being fed to something? I can only hope.

One day a really sexy lady came in. She was stunning! I am guessing she was in her mid 30's with long blonde hair, her breasts were perfectly formed and I could tell they were real. She had a nice figure and she was dressed in leather apparel that hinted slightly of a Dominatrix style, but so subtle as to be very mainstream. I fell in love with her at once. She and the clerk came to us and I could hear their conversation.

"I only want males you know? I could never put a sweet female rat thru what these guys are gonna go thru" she said to the clerk, her accent distinctly Norwegian. The clerk gave her an understanding look, and went along with it cheerfully remarking "Oh! I understand completely. And the females don't usually get offered up as feeders anyway, they are too important as breeders. But these guys, well, no one will miss them" Oh wow, disposable male talk. How progressively feminist of them! Oddly, I found myself agreeing with their assessment. I remember in Ecology 101 the teacher went over a section on prey selection and in many animals across the spectrum, indeed male prey are by far the preferred sex of most predators. So my Norwegian girl was simply practicing her form of "chivalry" in selecting male rats for whatever horror she had in store.

It didn't matter to me, I still found myself highly attracted to this woman. If anyone was going to feed me to some snake, it should be her. My ratty version of a fatal attraction right? Anyway, I wanted to be hers. I don't know why I cared, but I did. I soon found myself climbing over my rat buddies to put myself front and center and make it easy for the clerk to catch me. It wasn't easy, as I said I can't control my body very well. But when I was close to the right place I froze and waited. The clerk put her hand in and scraped right passed me and grabbed the rat right next to me. Damn it! I waited though because people often purchased more than one rat at a time. And so I watched as she carefully put the first doomed rat in a box and handed it to the Norwegian lady, my Goddess.

Her hand came down once again and for once, my body did what I wanted it to do. I moved my tail and it fell right into her hand. She was picking me up! Yes!

Into the box I went and the lid closed above me sealing me in darkness. It was only now I realized what I had just done. I had consigned myself to be fed to whatever hungry predator she had waiting at home for her. The logical part of me argued I was going to be picked at some point anyway so it didn't matter. Better to be in her hands than some pimply faced little brat kid. But emotionally, it was terrifying. Not knowing what was in store for me was awful.

The ride home was pleasant and it kept my thoughts from the future. Her car smelled exquisite, it smelled of the finest perfumes and my little rat nose could smell her as well. She smelled.....aroused. I wasn't sure what that was about, perhaps she was daydreaming about something sexy. I also determined that there were three of us in the bag, one each to a box. So she must have picked one more lucky fellow after me.

Her house was not far, and I could feel the car stop and then heard as she shut off the motor. The garage door went down and then we were being carried inside. She put us down and I waited nervously. Would she feed us to whatever it was right away? I can't imagine she would want us in her house any longer than necessary, no one wants rats in their house for long. Of course I was right for less than 10 minutes later I found myself being unceremoniously dumped from my box onto a counter top, high enough that to jump would be hurt, plus I was curious so I stayed put as she set the other two boxes with my rat buddies within to the side. We were in a room of some sort, but it was clean and well lit and it was warm. I was on a towel and she left the room, leaving us there alone. I could have made a run for it but oddly, something told me to stay still. Minutes later, and I looked up to see her come back into the room. I took in the sight of her and gave a little rat gasp.

She was naked. Completely naked and exposed and I stared at her disbelieving. Why would she be naked I wondered? She was even more Goddess like with no clothes on and I found my eyes roving over her body, my human mind very highly attracted to her. Her breasts were amazing, her body lean but not overly so and then her pussy. Her pussy was trimmed bare with just the slightest little landing strip above. Her labia were swollen, plump and lustful appearing. She was unbelievable even to my little rat eyes. I may have had a rats body, but I still had a human conscience and I really liked her. I don't really believe in love at first sight, but this was as close as I had ever come. She was indeed a Goddess and that would be her name.

She came right up to me and leaned over, petting me. "Your a good little rat, yes you are! Very polite of you to stay where I put you and wait for me. I'll only be another moment little one and then we can have some fun ok?"

I was still soaking in her beauty and really, not doing much else. She turned and walked out of the room, leaving me alone and free to do as I please. But I did not run and I did not wander. I was curious and of course you know what they say about curiosity.

Eventually she returned and she was no longer naked. Well, at least not totally naked, for she had something long and sinuous wrapped about her in a sensual manner. My little rat heart began beating rather quickly for it did not take long to understand what was wrapped about her body. A python, in fact a rather startlingly colorful python, thick of body and about 12 feet long. A big sensuous lovely snake and the snake looked very much at home draped over and around her. In my human days as I have stated, I had a pet python and I assumed of course that my transformation to rat by some supernatural force was at the heart of that transformation. Poetic justice, for now it was apparent I was to be on the receiving end of the predatory/prey relationship. Goddess came towards me and I could see the big Python suddenly take interest. It had smelled me.

"This is Melissa, my pet. I'd like you two to become...a bit more intimate." Goddess said simply and carefully laid Melissa upon the counter top next to me. She then pet me on the head for being a good rat again. I hadn't tried to run, for there was nowhere to run to. I simply stared at Melissa while on my little towel, not knowing what I should do.

Goddess settled into her seat and watched what was to come.

She sipped her wine and leaned back to relax and watch me and Melissa perform for her. I saw her lightly caressing her pussy and found myself staring. So enamored was I with what Goddess was doing I had not realized that Melissa had started to glide toward me with her tongue flicking with interest. At the last moment, too late I saw her and we were now nose to nose, with her mere inches away. I willed my body to freeze, as I knew Melissa would strike and constrict if I started moving about. Of course, freezing wasn't much of a strategy either, for she was so close it was a given she would find me. It was at about this time, I heard the vibrator switch on, but I couldn't risk moving to see what I knew Goddess was doing.

Melissa inched forward more, and our noses were so close it appeared surely that we were kissing. Any movement now and she would bite me and my violent end would begin. My only choice now was to either bolt for it (but to where I wondered) and hope she missed or act like a statue and hope she went away. I chose statue but she didn't go away. She nudged me and poked around at me and I submissively just let her do as she wished as I remained still. This probing and prodding went on for some time and it actually felt kinda nice. She was being gentle. But then she returned to meet me nose to nose and she pushed forward. But this time her jaws opened and I found my head being engulfed within. My devourment had begun. I suddenly remembered my own Python consuming a rat alive because he had behaved just as I was now, refusing to move an inch and just letting the snake take him. It was the gentlest of ways to to be devoured I remember.

I heard Goddess moan lustily and the vibrator started to strain as she pushed it about. Perhaps it was for her I was doing this? Why was I submitting to the snake? For her? I was as befuddled as anyone as to why I didn't try harder to escape the snake. But she and my Goddess were truly magnificent females in their own right, how could I deny either their pleasures?. And after all, what future did I have as a feeder rat? I was merely fulfilling my sacrificial destiny.

Melissa began swallowing me and I went limp, allowing her to do so. It was actually a wonderful sensation. She engulfed my head with ease and my eyesight became useless as the dark of her cavernous mouth enveloped me. She had to work a bit to get over my shoulders and here she looped a coil around me, embracing and holding me tight, and then tighter, but I wasn't being constricted, just controlled so I could be more easily swallowed down. Her teeth were sharp and I could feel them grip me to pull me in further. It hurt but it wasn't so terrible. They curve backwards at an extreme angle so as long as my body was going in and I didn't fight it, I would never truly get bitten. As she worked her jaws over my shoulders I let my forelimbs go limp and they politely folded back of their own accord as she swallowed me down. I wondered idly if Melissa was capable of appreciating my submission to her. I know that Goddess did, her vibrator was certainly getting a work out it sounded like. I had to smile at that, and it gave me a sense of pride that she was so aroused. Melissa was soooo gentle, it was sort of like getting a wet massage as she manipulated me into her mouth. I felt her coil muscles move me about so as to help her eat. It was a neat sensation so far, but I slowly grew concerned for the rest of my trip into her belly.

My whole head was well on its way down her throat but my ears still picked up the distinct sound of Goddess and her buzzing toy. I felt an odd sense of pride that she was enjoying my demise.

My midsection was gulped fast and I could feel my rear legs go back and splay outwards as she ate, her mouth forcing them to spread wide. I imagined what that looked like from Goddess point of view. Melissa with her mouth stuffed with a fat male rat, only his butt and tail protruding and his legs splayed wide. Between them, my testicles would be bulging prominently, hanging lewdly from her mouth.....they too just so much meat for the Python. The image that flashed in my head showed me this and the humiliation of being in such a humbling position swept over me. Embarrassing!

My ears were still picking up outside noise but well muted and it was getting hot, very moist and fetid inside of Melissa. So this is what it is like to be devoured alive by a snake I pondered. It wasn't entirely unpleasant....I closed my eyes and let her have me. She was being so gentle it didn't make sense to fight. It was too late now anyway.

One last pleasure as Melissa's mouth swallowed my rat penis as it rubbed against the inside of her mouth and it was intensely enjoyable. I humped a bit, knowing she wouldn't mind and rubbed against her while I could. Ejaculating, I wondered if Goddess knew what I was doing, but just the image of her naked was enough to send me over the edge.

Melissa was now finishing and I could feel her closing her mouth now over my pendulous scrotum. As I began my journey down to her stomach, I realized that perhaps Goddess would appreciate some tasteful struggles. So I kicked and moved about, my way of helping Goddess enjoy. I am sure she could see me flail about as I traveled down, making it easy for her to track my progress. As if in reward for my efforts I heard Goddess one last time as she achieved orgasm. Lack of air put me in a hazy dizzy state of mind and a wave of sleepiness overwhelmed me as I felt myself slip juicily into her stomach. Just as I started to feel the sting of digestion, I passed out and felt no more. As pleasant a death as there can be, my last thought.

Fade out, then a fade in. I was a rat in the box again and Goddess was dumping me out again upon the same counter top. Interesting....after being dumped out , Goddess gently picks up Melissa putting her back to her cage and the big Python has a nice fat lump in her. Me?? I look around and see that another rat and I are what remain. Am I jumping from one rat body to the other? It is the only explanation and a wave of confusion swirls within me as I try to sort it all out. But nothing else makes sense and so I struggle to accept it.

Goddess returns from Melissa's cage and comes to pick me up. I allow it of course and revel in the feel of her warm hands upon me. Her scent is sex itself and of course as a rat it would be an unfulfilled desire, but a desire nonetheless. She walks out of the room containing Melissa the Python and we stroll thru the expansive dwelling, with her carrying me delicately in her hand. We arrive at an out door atrium with lofty ceilings and netting covering the sides. Again, there is a comfortable recliner chair waiting, an end table beside it with a glass of wine chilled and.....a vibrator. I wondered what she had in mind this time, but a shudder ran thru my body as I realized it likely would not be another Python.

"Look up there little one" she says, apparently to me. My eyes follow to where she is pointing and see a bird of prey eying me with keen interest resting upon a perch some 20 feet up in the middle of the atrium.

"You have a choice here my little rodent friend. You can make a dash for freedom, a dash which you will fail at I might add. Or you can offer yourself to her" she said as she pointed to the bird. "That is Jaylen, my Red Tail Hawk friend and as you may have guessed, she is quite fond of plump rats such as yourself, especially big handsome males like you. I would prefer you accept this fate and stay put once you are on the ground. That way I can much better observe her as she deals with you, her food. I ask you to cooperate and you've been doing so well thus far. If instead, you make a mad dash I will of course be disappointed, but I would also understand. It is your decision to make." She then raised me to her lips and lightly kissed me on the head. She kissed me! If a rat could blush then this would be the time. Then she lowered me to the ground and to my next fate.

I could not of course, disappoint my Goddess. As much as my little rat body wanted to run once she release me, I stayed still and kept a keen eye on Jaylen, waited for her to fly down to take me. I dreaded what was to come, and I was sure it would not be nearly as pleasant as my consumption from Melissa the python. But I remained stoically in place while Goddess reclined, sipped her wine and prepared to indulge her fetish.

Jaylen seemed to sense that Goddess was ready and flew down. I could not watch her come, death incarnate, it was too much. I closed my eyes and I hoped Goddess would not be disappointed in this act of cowardice and fear.

Jaylen's weight crashed into me and her talons gripped with a sudden flash of agonizing pain. I had just been skewered in several places and tumbled with the hawk for several feet as her momentum carried her. I really did not think such violence was necessary as it was obvious I was cooperative in my submission. But what I thought about anything didn't matter now, I was just a big male rat in the deadly clutches of a hawk. Squeals of pain and panic issued forth from my ratty mouth and I wondered quietly if such announcements of pain helped Goddess enjoy the show. Did she wish me to be brave and silent or give voice to the pain? I was curious but it mattered little, I could not help but cry out with Jaylen's powerful talons poking holes in my body.

The next part was utterly humiliating. Jaylen bent down and began plucking the hair from my body and flinging it to the wind. Each pluck was painful and horrible. It was humiliating as well, for she was "preparing" me, her food, for consumption. This went on for a lifetime, her movements were quick and precise but it seemed to me she would not be happy until all my fur had been pulled from me. I squeaked my ratty squeak every time my fur was painfully plucked.

Readjusting me within the embrace of her talons (which I limply accepted as I was rag dolled about until I achieved the position she wanted me in) I suddenly found myself upside down with my head between her legs, staring up at her sex beneath. It wasn't anything to see, just a slit covered by feathers on either side. But I was below it and it merely added to my humiliation, for if she decided to void, it would come splashing down on my face. Most unpalatable, and I hoped that would not be the case. I could not help staring up at it though, waiting for it to happen.

She was now plucking my lower belly and inner thighs. So thorough in her preparation work it was obvious she was quite used to dealing with fat male rats and had a process worked out. I could imagine what this looked like from Goddess point of view.....her pet Hawk, plucking away at a big rat, his body animated every time she pulled hair out so that he flopped about in a very degrading manner. My Goddess would be seeing my tail flailed about as I was rag dolled, and my naked hairless and pendulous scrotum as well. No longer a scrotum really, just another bite of a larger meal. So I endured the agony of being defurred and squeaked in protest for it surely hurt. It hurt a lot. She was taking little bits of flesh on occasion, and when that happened, my body would be pulled upward as it resisted tearing. At one point her beak closed upon my penis, and she tugged it, taking it away from me with not much effort. My thighs were tattered flesh and my lower belly as well. As much as this hurt, I was dreading having that beak close on my balls. I wasn't sure why she hadn't nipped them yet....

And just as I thought about that, she nipped that hairless scrotum and pulled a major piece of flesh from it, her first really large bite. Helpless to prevent it, my ratty squeal sounded long and loud and I heard Goddess gasp in pleasure, the vibrator sounding angry as she manipulated it. Jaylen was a fast eater and continued to bob her head, reaching down and nipping a piece in her beak and pulling it away violently. I was locked in place by her talons and her weight and, being upside down could do little but helplessly look up at her sex.

Agonizing. Her beak, sharp and powerful, continued to dive down and pluck flesh from me. Utterly helpless to do anything about it, I could only struggle and flop about in agony while she ate comfortably, if quickly. She pulled a teste out and held it in mid air for a moment. Dropping it, she then dashed her beak into it to get a better purchase upon it and then pulled hard, snapping the cord that held it to me. Castration via hawk is as painful as it sounds. I had the dubious honor of watching her swallow it down and see the lump go down her throat. My other testicle was next and I chittered in agony as she made my sex her meal.

I could hear Goddess and she was obviously enjoying my torture and pain. I was now too exhausted to struggle and just twitched every time Jaylen took another bite of me, squealing pitifully as she made me her meal. I found that if I just stared at her sex as she fed, I could keep my mind two percent occupied off of what she was doing. Two percent was all I was going to get.

Eventually she was feeding from deep in my belly and she would pull something out and that would be attached to something else, and every time she pulled, more of my insides would come out. Gulping it down she was relentless and kept dipping that awful beak into me. Finally loss of blood and organs took there toll and my vision and conscience began to fade.....

"Back for more I see?" said Goddess as I found myself floating into the body of rat number three. "You should enjoy this one my little rat friend." Her face was closer to me than she had ever been and she was petting my lovingly. She really was beautiful. To be near her was a captivating experience and even though by now I understood she only meant death to me, I could not help the way I felt, I was in love. Having her pet me was worth whatever it was she was going to feed me to next

As I soaked in her details, she caught my attention with some string in her hand. Skillfully she was able to bind one of my rear legs with the string, and then another piece of string went around another limb. I submitted to her, allowing her all the familiarity with my rat body that she wanted. If this had been a pimply faced teenage kid, he would have felt my teeth in him and I would never have been so cooperative. But with her, well, biting and resisting was out of the question. She could do as she please to me and I of course would cooperate. Being so close to her was a reward in and of itself. I counted myself one lucky feeder rat indeed.

She hummed a little tune as she worked, and it was apparent to me she had done this many times before; there was skill and familiarity in her movements. I relaxed, allowing her to indulge in whatever odd behavior she was up to. I really had no idea what she was doing, but I wasn't alarmed. Finally she had a bit of string tied to all four limbs and before I knew what was happening, she had me flipped over on my back and she eventually had me bound tightly in a spread eagle fashion upon a board. The board had screws in it to which she attached each string so that I found myself laying on my back, limbs outstretched, utterly vulnerable and open to her or most likely, whatever animal she would have eat me.

I lay there and didn't struggle much at all. I suppose most rats would indeed struggle in such a circumstance but I did not.....I could not; so engrossed in her and her activity was I. I was also very aware of how exposed I was. My throat, belly and genitals were fully exposed and I was utterly helpless to do anything about it. And yet, I felt calm and quiet within her close proximity, breathing in her enticing aroma and bathing in her warmth.

She picked up the board and placed it upright on the floor at a slight angle, the board fitting into some sort of contraption that kept it locked in place. Now there I was, a big male rat bound and helpless, hanging from my stretched limbs awaiting, I assumed, my next execution. I was aware of my own weight pulling upon my forelimbs and I was also aware of my ridiculous sized testicles hanging lewdly between my spread hind legs. It made me feel unbelievably vulnerable, humiliated and embarrassing. The whole thing had a sacrificial feel to it, the only thing I didn't know was who I to be sacrificed to? I looked up, facing her and I was perhaps 15" off of the floor.

She gave me an look and a winning smile, then left the room. I couldn't help but see she was breathing deeply and again, I understood, she was indeed still quite aroused. Across from me as usual, a comfortable looking chair sat facing me. An end table was there as well, with her wine and vibrator. The room was decorated with beautifully rendered fine art featuring big cats of all sorts, many of them in the process of killing and eating. If I could have thought coherently, I would have taken this as a clue as to who my next predatory visitor would be.

She opened the door again and came in. What I saw chilled me to the bone for I now knew how I was to die. On a leash was a Serval cat. The cat strode in and something in it's movements told me it had done this before. The cat regarded me in a purely feline fashion, with an air of aloofness that said "I will deal with you momentarily." My Goddess, the Norwegian beauty strolled right passed me, letting the cat get within a foot of my tied form. But the cat hardly glanced at me, feline patience oozing from it's every pore. The cat's collar had a name emblazoned upon it in gold "Charlene" it said. Female again, ....somehow that just made sense in the larger scheme of things.

Goddess reclined gracefully into the waiting chair and as she looked down upon me, her suffering male rat, she took a sip of wine while the Charlene sat politely next to her. I noted the cat was really a splendid animal, her fur gleamed and she was obviously well taken care of. I guessed I wouldn't think Charlene was so splendid when I felt her teeth in me, not that I blamed her though.

"Well little friend, I'd like you to meet Charlene" she said with her Norwegian accent mesmerizing me. "She is quite hungry right now and as I am sure you can guess, Rat is her favorite dish. I hope you don't mind do you?" It didn't dawn on me how odd it was she was speaking to me, a mere rat with such politeness, but she did. Perhaps this was part of her little sexual deviance, talking kindly to condemned prey, I really had no idea. She took a sip of wine and picked up her vibrator. Reaching over she unclipped Charlene's leash and leaned back, flipping the vibrator on. I would have liked to watch her masturbate to my horrid ratty demise, but quite honestly I was a bit preoccupied with watching Charlene, for she was coming right towards me.

Charlene gave me a quick sniff, and then explored my bound body, sniffing here and there, teasing me. She sniffed quite carefully and I accepted her intimate closeness to me. At one point she sniffed me so that we were nose to nose. So close, it appeared we were kissing. I actually found myself leaning my head forward to kiss her, but no, she pulled away of course. My low station in life would not permit such intimacy.

Delicately, she grabbed my thigh, held it in her mouth a moment, and then she bit down and I instantly obliged my Goddess with an acknowledging squeal of pain. Pulling back she stretched me out as far as my bondage would allow, and then began chewing my leg. I struggled then, I struggled a lot, but the string was thick and tough and I was held still and open and vulnerable for Charlene's convenience.

I heard Goddess gasp and I managed to glance upon her beauty as she pleasured herself. I realized she seemed to enjoy my little helpless squeals, and perhaps my struggles as well. I sensed more than saw, but I think she enjoyed the humiliating antics of my oversized scrotum as it bounced to and fro between my spread thighs.

Charlene ripped meat from me, demanding my attention be with her again. She didn't have to do anything but eat. No chase, no killing, just eating. She started eating me alive and it had started with my leg. I squealed and struggled, turning my Goddess on even more, until finally my little hind leg came off and I watched as Charlene blandly chewed it up and swallowed. She paused to lick her lips, regarding me eye to eye for a moment. A pause to consider her next morsel. I felt her nuzzle my lower belly and then lower yet, to my balls. A couple of experimental nibbles and as she did that more and more of my prodigious scrotum was lapped up into her deadly maw. The inevitable bite lit up my pain sensors in the form of a blinding white light as my ratty castration started. At least it was quick. Charlene ate my testicles off quite easily and just like that it was over. It left me a bit nauseous as the dull ache crept thru my groin. Charlene again paused to lick her lips as she considered her next morsel, my other hind leg and she began to feed on it.

I could hear the vibrator as it went into and around Goddesses pussy, I managed to tear my little rat eyes away from the destruction Charlene was performing on my lower body and look to Goddess. She was fully engrossed and quite moist as she diddled herself to the live horror show.

It was too much and I had not the strength to continue squealing and simply hung there, perhaps in shock now as Charlene devoured me alive. I hung limply by my aching forelimbs. It was my way of surrendering and accepting my lot as cat food. My mouth was partly open and my eyes stared vacantly at Goddess as I was being consumed alive. Charlene was into my belly now, slurping up intestines in great slurping mouthfuls. She paused to lick her lips clean and regarded my half devoured body.

Unbelievably I still managed some tasteful twitching and spasms for my Goddess' benefit. If someone was to enjoy this, it should be her. Charlene now enveloped me carefully up to my neck in her jaws and gave a mighty yank, freeing me in shocking violence from my bondage. My head and forelimbs hung limply outside of her jaws for a moment before she pulled me in to be crunched and pulped and then swallowing the whole mess. I remained alive for just a few seconds to experience the slide down her throat, and then no more.