3 comments/ 33707 views/ 18 favorites James and the Naga By: NotTheTongs Driving along a lonely stretch of highway, he'd stopped at an exit to get gas. James had been driving for a couple of hours, headed for a destination that was at least another hour from this little town. It had been a very nice afternoon until the drunken group of boys had reminded him how much he hated dealing with people. The rowdy bunch standing inside of the gas station was obviously too young to drink legally, but it didn't look like the sort of place where people cared. He'd deliberately walked around them to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked. A beefy looking kid had made some sort of remark in his direction; something strange and random about winning the lottery. One of the others shushed his comrade. James hadn't responded, but had gone to get something to drink and pay for the gas. His hope was that they wouldn't bother him too much in the store, and that once they tired of the game, they would leave. It was with relief that he noticed them exiting the building as he paid the girl at the counter. As he went back outside, one of them was gleefully smashing in his windshield with a shovel. The random violence confused him, and he quickly moved to go back in, assuming he would be safer inside. The cashier was locking the glass door with a guilty expression even as he turned around. He was stuck out there with them. Obviously, she'd known he was in for trouble. He hoped she at least had enough conscience to call for help. The boys turned to him, oddly synchronized, a barrier between him and the car. It was all very surreal, and it took James almost an entire minute to completely register that they were about to assault, if not kill, him. He glanced around, and could find nowhere to go, other than the woods off to the side. It was better than nothing, and he hoped they would be slow in their drunken state. He fled the front of the gas station with them laughing and stumbling behind him. Their slurred shouts were unintelligible, but he didn't think it really mattered what was being said. They came crashing after him into the trees, though there was a great deal of tripping over plants and slipping in mud. It was a game to them, and the winner would be the one who reached him first. The prize would probably be first crack at beating him in the head with the shovel. James grimaced and subconsciously put a hand to his head, reassuring himself that it was still intact. He went down a hill, jumped over a creek, and clambered up another hill. Finding a shadowed place, he sat to hide and catch his breath. Though they continued to look for him, they never came close. Trying to steady his breathing and listen for them, James closed his eyes, assuming he would hear if they came too close. A while after he couldn't hear them anymore, he opened his eyes, it was getting dark. He lifted up, still uncertain if this was a wise move. Damp bits of leaves and earth stuck to his skin. An insect scurried off of his hair. He adjusted his glasses and looked around. He felt for his cell phone, but it was nowhere to be found. The one time he'd bothered bringing it along, it wasn't there. He wasn't sure which way would lead to the road, but began to walk in what he thought might be the correct direction. There were no paths in this area, only thick patches of ferns and fallen trees. He felt his ankle twist beneath him as he slipped into a hole. "Damn it!" The hole was wider and deeper than it appeared, and he found himself swallowed into the earth. He landed in a heap on the floor. The hole was incredibly large, and the ceiling was high. Weird. Most of the sunlight had melted into twilight, and the hole was dark. As he tried to feel out a way to escape, he realized there was a tunnel of some sort. It might lead to a way out, but an inner voice told him it would be a mistake to go that way. He rested on the ground, and dozed off somehow. He woke again at some sound. The air carried the wet coolness of dew, and there were hints of shadow near the top of the odd cavernous hole. He'd been there all night, and the sun would soon be rising. He was worried about shouting for help. If those kids were still out there somewhere, they might be just as violent sober as they were intoxicated. If he didn't do something, he'd probably die in this wretched place. So, he shouted. He did this a few times, spacing the calls about five minutes apart. Suddenly, a head popped over the hole. Long black hair fell around the face of a woman who peered in at him. Wonderful! Somebody had come along and now he was going to be rescued. "Who are you, Precious?" she asked. "I fell in this hole, and I can't get out. Can you help me? Maybe you could call somebody?" The woman looked at him with an odd expression. He suddenly became very aware of how he must look. Disoriented, dirty, sweaty. He tried to smile pleasantly, hoping he didn't look creepy, as he was told he often did. He wondered if the smile made him look more like a creep. The woman moved away, and he wasn't sure what she was doing. He hoped she was getting help. Then, the stranger leaped into the hole, landing gracefully beside him. She walked slowly around him, her eyes moving over his body critically. He stared back, trying to figure out what she was doing or thinking. Why wasn't she getting help? Was everybody in this place insane? He shivered slightly. It was suddenly very cold in this place. The woman tilted her head and gave him a sickly sweet smile. He was strangely reminded of a predatory animal. He hoped she would speak again, and stop seeming so alien. Instead, she continued looking at him, as if measuring him somehow. He had the feeling he'd somehow proven to be lacking. He started talking to her, asking questions that went unanswered. He tried telling the woman his name, and explaining what had happened to lead him to this circumstance. She nodded at him, made little cooing noises as if she was listening, though he was sure she wasn't. She traced his face lightly with her fingers, bringing her own face so close he could feel her breath on his skin. "Oh, Pookie, you must have been so frightened." Her words seemed soft, but her tone was icy, especially on the last word. It sounded a bit as though she relished the feel of it on her tongue. He shivered. He started to respond, still hoping she would help him get out of this hole and back on his way. Before he could say a word, she had put a finger to his lips, silencing him. "Shh..." She offered her hand to him, gesturing toward the tunnel, which was easier to see now. The sun was higher in the sky. "Is this the way out?" he asked. "I saw it, but it seemed like a bad idea to go exploring in there. Isn't there some other way-" "Silence!" she hissed. Her face remained as calm as it had been, but her tone made her seem lethal now. When it became obvious he wasn't going to accept her hand or step closer to the tunnel, her expression altered slightly. With a flash of movement faster than James could comprehend, the mysterious woman had reached between his legs and grabbed a hold of him. Her fingers were groping him through his pants, clenching his balls. "Well, Darling, it seems that this is the only way you will leave." Despite the fear coursing through him now, he was more afraid of entering the dark hole. He stepped an inch away from her, hoping she would release him. Instead, her fingers were probing more carefully through the fabric of his pants, examining him. She leaned in close to him, her lips only a hair's width from his as she whispered, "You have so much fear... little boy. I knew you would be a little bitch. Only a little bitch boy would have run away from slobbering drunk children and become trapped in a tiny hole in the grass. But that's alright, Honey. I do have some use for you. " Was this really happening? The events of last night almost seemed normal in comparison. She suddenly dug her fingers into his balls, holding them in her fist as securely as if there weren't any clothes at all. He yelped in surprise and pain. The woman dragged him toward the tunnel he'd been avoiding. He stumbled as he followed, unable to do otherwise. The sense of dread he'd had grew as he was pulled toward the tunnel. He fought against her, but the grip she had on his flesh was secure. She was amazingly strong, much stronger than she appeared. The tunnel was lined with some strangely glowing substance that allowed him to see just enough not to slam into any walls as he tried to keep up. Of course, she deliberately moved too fast for him to really do much about it. She turned and smiled at him, her teeth small and pearly. Despite the intensifying pain of her clutch, he struggled to escape. "Oh, shit, let me go!" "I really don't think you're in any position to make demands, my dear." She laughed at his efforts, and mocked him by pumping her fist, making the pain throb to a rhythm of her own design. Finally, they came to a stop in a strangely bright cave. The ground beneath James's feet was crunchy and lumpy like gravel. There were little clattering noises as they came to a stop. "Here. I've brought you a present," said the woman to some mystery person as she flung James to the floor with a smirk. She stepped on his face, her heavy bare foot cold and smooth. From his fetal position on the floor, he peered up, worried about who or what else might be in this place. The den was lit by an unnatural wall of fire in the back. He realized now that his face was not pressed into gravel, but bits of bone. The entire floor seemed to be carpeted with the stuff. The fragments were sharp little shards that pricked his skin, adding to his misery. He then noticed movement from the edge of the room. Two creatures that must have been lovely women at some point approached him slowly. They were dirty, with matted hair and partially healed wounds. Oddly, he realized, they were still beautiful. One reached out to him and he shrank back, unwilling to be touched. She laughed and grabbed at him, anyway. Her voice was whisper soft from disuse, but she turned to the other woman and spoke in a foreign language he didn't recognize. He tried to take in as many details of her face as possible so he could describe her to the police when he got out of this. If he got out of this. Somehow, he doubted they would believe his story. They'd probably think he was on drugs. Her eyes were a light blue, framed with snarled reddish blond hair. Living in this underground place for so long had left her pale, but it was obvious from her coloring that she was naturally rather light. Her frame was almost boyishly petite, with small breasts and slim hips. His scan of her features was interrupted by the other woman, who was getting onto her knees and straddling his hips. Her fingers gripped his collar and she smirked down at him, speaking with perfect English. "She said that you are more handsome than the last one they sent us. I disagree, but then, that bastard was my boyfriend- before he helped them throw me down here. I'm pretty sure sacrificing your girlfriend to an evil goddess counts as a breakup, right?" He assumed this was a rhetorical question, but nodded anyway. Sacrifice? Evil goddess? Were these three women some sort of priestesses of a weird obscure cult? The girl rose and added, "Then again, maybe you'll look yummier to me once you're naked." The two laughed mockingly and ran their hands over his body. The woman who had brought him down here made some sort of gesture and moved, standing over him, but not on him. A knife was produced from somewhere, and his body jerked a bit as the girls worked with the knife, cutting off his clothing. He attempted to jump up while they were distracted, forgetting the woman who now stood with a foot on either side of his waist. She kicked him between his legs, sending fresh waves of immobilizing pain through him. Once he was naked, he was shackled to the floor at his wrists and ankles. The frightening woman went to a large and intricately decorated chair, placing herself comfortably in it. As he watched her, he grimaced, realizing that her throne was made up of human bones that were crudely fastened together. How many people had died in this place, and how had they perished? "You may play with him now." She said it with a slightly eager tone. He lay there, unable to move as they mumbled to one another. He was very nervous about what they might have in mind for him. Finally, they approached him, one directly between his legs and the other off to the side. Naked, vulnerable, and confused, he was expecting some sort of torture. They both knelt down and started licking and kissing him. This was much better than the sorts of things he'd expected. Still, he tried not to react, but it was inevitable. In spite of his fear and pain, or perhaps because or it, his dick rose into the air. To his mortification, they started laughing and pointing! It wasn't girlish giggles, but outright laughter. Once they got over their initial reaction, it seemed they were too horny to really care how much - or little- he had down there. He watched as the local girl's long dark hair made a curtain around his dick, making it look like a performer on a miniature stage. She smirked up at him, her fingers wrapped around his dick. She was stroking up and down. Then, she lowered her head and he automatically lifted up to meet her. He wasn't expecting her to move around his swollen dick to start licking slowly at his balls. She sucked one into her mouth, rolling it against her tongue. She let go of his dick and slid her hands under him, pulling him up to her face. Then, the other girl slipped her slender fingers around his cock, running them up and down over the soft skin. She leaned down and kissed at the head of his dick. It drooled pre-cum up at her, and she licked it away before flicking her tongue down the hard flesh. After licking and kissing it, she took it into her mouth, bobbing her head slowly. The blond adjusted her position so she was straddling his chest, and though he couldn't see what they were doing anymore, at least he had a wonderful view of her tight little ass. She was tilted in a way that he could see just a hint of her pussy. It was glistening and pink, and he could see beads of moisture on the fine hairs between her pussy and ass. Then, the girl who was slurping at his balls rose up. She said to nobody in particular, "I can't take it anymore! I've got to fuck him." Without waiting for any sort of response, she moved the blond out of her way and proceeded to sit on him. He groaned as he felt her hot pussy clenched around his dick, sliding farther and farther down. The blond on his chest didn't get up, but scooted back until her ass hit his chin, leaving a trail of wetness on his chest and neck. He could still feel her tongue moving over him, and realized she was licking both of them. She continued for a few minutes, getting gradually more excited. She was grinding against him, and it was getting increasingly difficult to breathe with her straddling his throat. Then, she got up and he could see the girl riding his dick. She looked like she was having a fun time; she was sweating as she bounced, and had a half-smile on her face. Then, the other girl was beside her, kissing her. He watched them kiss and his eyes moved over both of them appreciatively. The kissing grew more excited, and they started to grope each other. The darker girl slipped her fingers into her friend, moving them back and forth at the same tempo she bounced on his lap. Then, the woman who had been watching silently said something he couldn't quite make out. Although the girls slowed their motions, they didn't stop. Until this moment, he'd been so distracted by these two, he'd forgotten about the situation. He'd forgotten the woman was even there. Between them, James was getting the fucking of a lifetime. Some part of him had begun to suspect he had found himself in the middle of some weird pagan ritual involving lots of sex and a little pain. That wouldn't be so bad. Yes, it had hurt to be dragged around by the balls, but it wasn't as if he hadn't enjoyed it, at least a little, and now his dick was buried in this girl's pussy. She had been forced into this life, but she seemed happy to be here. Maybe he would be, too. Deep down, however, he knew it was all wishful thinking. He couldn't help thinking of the woman who was watching everything. He was very afraid of what she might be doing, and suddenly remembered what the girl on her knees had said. Her boyfriend had been dragged down here, too. He wasn't here now. Had he been permitted to leave? Was he still somewhere down here? Somehow, James knew that he was probably being rubbed against the bones that once made the framework of that guy. He knew he should be trying to think of a way to escape. He started losing his erection, and was looking around for a way to defend himself when the woman spoke again. The two stopped what they were doing. The blond got on her knees at his head, spreading her legs apart and sitting on his face. He tried turning his face, making some feeble attempt to fight. The slave just sat, waiting expectantly. He continued to do nothing, pretending to himself that it made a real difference. She finally spoke, in broken English. "You must do, or I not get up. You not breathe." As she spoke, she readjusted her position, allowing gravity to prove her point. He surrendered, thinking it would be pretty stupid to die over something like this. He opened his mouth and slipped his tongue into her obediently. She moved up and down, permitting him to breathe for moments here and there. He was getting dizzy with the lack of oxygen, but kept spearing his tongue into the hot folds of wet flesh pressing into his face. In the meanwhile, the darker girl had also changed position. He'd gone from fully erect to only semi-hard, and she perched on him, facing his feet. Reaching between their legs, she grabbed his balls, clenching tightly and shouting threats at him that he'd better get hard, and she'd better cum, or she would punish him. His dick swelled anew, and she rode him with increasing speed, eagerly going after her orgasm. He could tell this sudden urgency from both of them was more than the need to cum. It was some sort of anxiety, which was contagious. He didn't know what they were so afraid of, but he was completely helpless, shackled as he was. Bits of broken bone dug into his skin as he was jerked back and forth, pricking and scratching at him. The girl on his face suddenly thrashed about, and his face was coated with her cum. He licked as much of it up as he could. She stayed where she was, and he continued licking and sucking at her quivering pussy. "I grow bored." The evil woman said softly and quietly, very near him. He hadn't even heard her drawing near, but she was flinging the slaves from their positions. The girls whimpered as they landed on the floor. They released him from the bonds that held him fast. The lady pulled at his balls again. He scrambled to follow, his dick still somewhat hard from what had been happening only moments ago. The shards of bone on the ground were cutting into his feet, and he followed her in little hops. His dick bobbed as he moved, and she looked down in amusement. She spoke to it in the way one might speak to a small child. "Did you get to pretend to be a big boy? Were you having fun? Maybe you'll do it again someday, when you're all grown up! If you ever grow up." She smiled that cruel smile again, her eyes meeting his. She pulled him along by the balls as she walked away, then made him lean against a stone table that he recognized must be a macabre altar. It had bits of rotten flesh on it in bowls, little piles of ash, fragments of bone, and smears that seemed to be blood stains. Around them was a circle on the ground with strange symbols he'd never seen, and behind him was a large statue. She extended her hand, making a rather loud sound that was between hissing and words. The knife flew to her hand and she trailed it over his skin, making tiny incisions as she did. The cuts were minuscule but stung quite a bit, and she leaned down to lap at a line of blood that trickled down his chest. James and the Naga She ran her fingers over his skin, smiling at the marks she'd created. He looked down at himself to see that she had carved some sort of symbols into the lightest level of his skin. They were like suggestions of brands. She grabbed his face and pulled it up to look into his eyes, unwilling to share his attention even with himself. Pressing her body up against his, she pressed her mouth to his. Her lips were full and soft, and she tasted sweet but unpleasant. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and she slid it over his before slipping it back out to lick at the blonde's cum, dried on his face. Then, she brought her knee up into his balls. He gasped in pain and she bit his lower lip, sucking it into her mouth. Before he could fully recover, she did it again, and then once more. He gulped air in ragged breaths, with tears streaming from his eyes. She watched him with delight, relishing the lovely sound and sight before letting go of him. "Aww, Sweetness, does it hurt?" she asked with the same condescending tone she'd used earlier. He didn't respond, and she slapped him hard. Like some cartoon character, he was seeing stars spinning from the jolt of pain in his head. "I asked if it hurt." He nodded and she laughed, taunting him. "There couldn't be a lot of pain, it's too little!" He whimpered through the pain, humiliation, and arousal that filled him. She smirked at his response, reaching down to slap at his dick and balls. Then, she sipped the tears from his face, collecting them on her tongue and savoring their salty taste. "Mmm. Delicious. The taste of your pain is delicious. Perhaps I shall have to rip even more of it from you." As she had said the word, "rip", she'd taken hold of his abused sac, twisting it upward and running her thumb over it. He flinched away, fresh tears welling in his eyes. She licked them from his lashes. "The taste of your fear is more wonderful than the taste of your pain." She laughed at this, then released his balls, pressing her body against his once again. His dick throbbed and got harder, poking into her stomach, and she backed away to look down at it. With a laugh, she said, "Your tiny dicklet is leaking on me. I suppose that could be as delicious as your tears, little bitch boy." The words made him swell the tiniest bit more, and she laughed at him mockingly. She Jamest down and ran her tongue over his engorged flesh. She licked his sore and swollen balls, then ran her tongue up and over his hard shaft, flicking her tongue against it in a way that almost tickled. His eyes closed and she teased the head of his dick with her tongue, flicking it into its slit to lap up the fluid that welled up there. He felt her slide her arms around his legs. Her hands clutched at him, kneading his ass. She leaned forward and took his dick into her mouth, moving her head back and forth. Her teeth grazed it lightly, teasing the many sensitive nerves. With a wet plop, she pulled back. He looked down, still afraid through his pleasure. She was turning her head to the side, a line of drool strung from her scarlet lower lip to the head of his cock. She spoke to the slaves in that other language, and they approached eagerly. They stood on either side of him and kissed his neck and ears, running their hands over his skin. On the right of him, the blond was running her tongue over his ear. Her teeth were scraping at the lobe, tugging and chewing it gently. On the other side, the brunette was kissing his neck and jaw, nibbling his lips. Both of them were running their hands over his body, randomly caressing and scratching. He was somehow in the mouths of three women at once, and he considered what a shame it was that he couldn't fully enjoy the experience. Then, the woman before him took his cock back into her mouth, letting it glide to her throat. She purred against it, and he could feel the light vibration of her pleasure. He could feel her hands move up and down his erection as she sucked. Then she cupped his balls. She squeezed them as her lips moved slowly along his dick. She swallowed as he reached the back of her throat, taking him as deep as he could get. Then, she pulled back again, pressing soft kisses down the length of his dick until she reached the base. She gently nibbled at his flesh, lifting one of his balls to her mouth and slurping it in. After tasting it slowly, she stretched her lips out to accommodate the other, her mouth full of him as she licked and sucked. He didn't even notice when the girls' velvety touches were replaced by the warm embrace of stronger muscles. He only knew that he was still being kissed and licked, nibbled, and sucked. When he finally opened his eyes again, he realized he was wrapped in something that looked strangely familiar. He couldn't think what it was, couldn't think of anything, really, but the incredible wet sucking heat at his groin. He looked down at the woman. Her hair covered her face, but she was peering at him with her predatory eyes. She looked as if she was truly enjoying him. Her moans were coming louder and stronger, and he was held more snugly in the coils that were wrapped around him. Then, realization washed over him. He'd seen skin like that plenty of times- on snakes. He looked about him, startled. He was wrapped in the powerful grip of an enormous snake! Where had this creature come from? Was this the so called "evil goddess"? Where was its head? Was it about to strike? Did they know this beast was sharing their cavern? How could they have missed it? Then, he felt the mouth on his cock open wider. He was sucked in a little more. She had gone past the base of his dick, her lips wrapped around his balls, and she was rolling them against her tongue. Her drool dripped from the corner of her lip to trickle against his thigh. Forgetting everything else, he looked down at her, amazed that she could take so much of him into her mouth. What he saw was that the woman's mouth had opened impossibly wide. Her jaw had dropped lower, and she was taking him into her mouth and throat. Her eyes were still closed in ecstasy, moans escaping her. His eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out what was happening, a vague idea of reality beginning to tease along the edges of his thoughts. He struggled to escape, but was unable to break free of her powerful hold. He tried to figure out exactly what he was looking at. Her fingers had grown impossibly long, the nails had lengthened. She still possessed a human torso, and her hips were still there. However, the lower parts of her hips had scales, and below them, the legs that had rushed them along the tunnels were gone. Instead, there was an impossibly long and thick snake body, muscles sleek under the scales. His eyes were wide with fear and shock as he searched for the end. A clattering noise below him drew his attention. He was startled to realize he'd been lifted into the air. One of the girls had been watching, and had bumped into the special throne while distracted. He now completely understood the source of this demon creature's furnishings. The thought entered his mind that he might become a table to match the chair. "No, please..." he began, his voice desperate. He didn't know what to say, what he could offer in exchange for his life. Her eyes fluttered open and gazed into his. He wanted to read some sort of emotion in them, but didn't know if she felt anything at all. Unable to keep gazing into her cold eyes, he turned his head, hoping to find something he could use as a weapon. All he could see was her body, undulating slowly, coils writhing and glistening in the dim lighting. He started struggling, thrashing in her powerful grasp. He was able to free only one wrist. He pushed and pulled against her, trying to free the rest of his limbs from her grip. He regretted not having longer fingernails, with which he might have tried prying off scales to hurt her enough to convince her to release him. He punched and tugged at her, shouting as he did. She moved casually, hardly flinching at any of his attacks. He was surprised to find that he did manage to free one ankle before it was captured again. Searching through the coils, he found her eyes were still on his, and suspected she'd released the ankle to toy with him, rather than because he'd outsmarted or outmaneuvered her. A moment later, her grip tightened, as if in confirmation. Though she didn't seem to be exerting any real force at all, he felt woozy from lack of oxygen. Once he was too faint to fight, she eased her grip. She repositioned herself in a way that allowed him to see her pussy, which was set at a different angle from anything he'd seen before. It made sense, he supposed, since she didn't have legs to spread. It glistened with her excitement, and he could see a trickle of her arousal dripping from it, onto the area that was now mysteriously covered with scales. She was quite obviously getting real enjoyment from devouring him. Her moans of pleasure were growing louder, and she writhed against him, her coils moving in rhythmic contractions. The scent of feminine arousal filled the air. It was different from that of any human he'd been around, yet it was still unmistakable. He hated that it turned him on even more to know that she was getting so excited by doing something that was murdering him, and was angry with himself for resting, and catching his breath. The longer he allowed it to continue, the more difficult it would be to escape. James felt her tongue move over his perineum, caressing the skin there lightly, tasting and tormenting him by stopping just shy of his balls. It then moved over his ass, the tip tracing the crevice between his ass cheeks. It probed gently but firmly, flicking over his hole a few times before withdrawing. Nervous about what she might do there, he began struggling again, with renewed strength. He finally managed to free a leg and kick her. This did nothing to aid his escape. She didn't even pause to look at him. Instead, his efforts only provoked her to move a little faster. She moved to ensnare his leg once again. With the strong muscles in her coils, she began to Jamesd his legs so his feet were moving toward his head. That was uncomfortable! He grunted as they were forced upward, each leg held by different parts of her snake-like body. As her mouth sucked with greater pressure, she extended her inhumanly long tongue out from the corner of her lips. It was the first time he saw that she had a forked tongue. It was out for just a moment before it returned to his balls, wrapping around first one and then the other. He wondered if that was the monster's equivalent of sticking her tongue out at him. Was she making fun of him, as well as eating him? She lifted him higher into the air, positioning her body so her mouth was below him. Her mouth opened wider and took even more of his body into it. He assumed her jaw was dropping, as her lips stretched out and she was taking his ass into her mouth, as well as his dick. Her lips created a tight seal around his thighs. He peered down and saw her mouth stretched wider than he'd thought possible. His legs weren't so sore anymore from being stretched as they were, so it was almost a good feeling. He still struggled, though it was tiring him out. It was difficult to try and lift up and out. She moaned around the delicious wriggling mouthful that he made. "Let... me... go..." he got out, emphasizing each word with a savage jerk of his body, struggling to inflict some sort of pain. He was hoping she would at least loosen her grip enough for him to have a chance for escape. She wiggled slightly, but he didn't bother to hope she was in pain. The bitch was probably laughing at him. They moved slowly, and he was repositioned so that he lay on his back. He hoped he was getting too heavy for her. Maybe she was getting tired, and he'd be able to escape. He jerked and rocked his body until they had flipped slightly over. She had released her grip just enough for him to free his arms. He used them to reposition their bodies until he was face down, then tried to army crawl his way out of her mouth. It had been a hard struggle, with his feet positioned near his shoulders, and this was proving to be even more difficult. He rocked and wiggled, but couldn't seem to get himself even an inch closer to freedom. A dry sob of frustration escaped him as he continued trying, knowing it was futile. Throughout the entire process, she'd continued sucking. Her tongue moved slowly over him again, maintaining his erection. She parted her lips farther once again, sliding him deeper into her throat. Her lips now rested at his abdomen. He could feel her teeth slightly below his navel. She was repositioning them, and he couldn't summon the energy to fight. They continued moving, stopping when she was on her side. He was pressed against the stone wall, twisted in an uncomfortable position that made it difficult to breathe, let alone move. However, he did have an unobstructed view of the sopping wet orifice that quivered where the tops of her thighs had been. Her tail had been wrapped around him earlier, until she'd amused herself by letting him think he was closer to freedom. Now, it was flicking over her slick flesh, in much the same way her tongue was moving over his. Though he was terrified, the feeling of her warm moist mouth was strangely erotic. She swallowed again, and he felt himself pulled deeper into her. The tight massage of her throat was caressing his thighs firmly. She was arranging him more carefully now, trying to make him more compact. He fought against it, despite the knowledge that it wouldn't work. It was a hard thing to accept. Her scales slid against his skin as she adjusted her position and then his. Once she was finished, his upper arms were pressed against his sides, but he could move his forearms up or down. He let his arms drop and though he'd known that she had already taken so much of him into her throat, he was surprised to feel the soft skin of her face and lips, and he looked down again. She was watching him, and her eyes were unreadable. He had the feeling she was not in the least bit concerned that he might harm her. Her mouth stretched steadily wider and she used her hands to help guide him in. His struggles increased as he felt his body slipping deeper and deeper into hers. He was both excited and repulsed as his back and sides were gently massaged and licked in her mouth. He pressed his hands against her lips, trying to pry her mouth open farther while wiggling himself up and out. Her timeless eyes blinked once, slowly and lazily. Then, her grip on his limbs tightened warningly. He had only withdrawn about half of an inch before her grip became tight enough that he was sure his arms and legs would break with another moment of pressure. Fresh tears streamed from his eyes at the pain and utter hopelessness of the situation. Her message was clear: Not only would he fail to escape, but he would be in pain. She had stopped using her tail to masturbate, and had slid it up his back and around him. She forced his arms to cross over his chest, with his hands up by his shoulders. He could feel and smell her fluids as they dried slowly on his skin. With a slight grunting sound, she swallowed again, pulling him even further into her than he'd been before his escape attempt. Her lips were now wrapped about him just below his ribs. He could feel her teeth following behind her lips, chewing gently at his body. "Please let me go," he begged. "Please, I'll do anything. I'll be your slave. Let me live!" If she even heard him, she gave no indication at all. Instead, she continued trailing her tongue over him, tasting every inch of his skin. She swallowed a little more of him, and he now found her lips resting against his upper back, ankles, and forearms. Her arms were wrapped about his shoulders now, her hands in his hair. He wondered how she had managed to swallow so much of him. He could no longer look down to see the lump he made in her body but he knew it would have been impressive. Her jaw must be extended quite low for her mouth to be wrapped around him in the way it was. He wondered what her lips looked like now, stretched about his body. It felt so good, he was having a hard time remembering that he was supposed to be desperate for escape. The strong sucking all along his body was a powerful distraction from anything, and he found it hard to focus. The part of him that was already inside of her was coated with her saliva, and it was very warm. He could feel it making his trip down her body so much easier, smooth and sensual. The motions he had made at the beginning were in hope of escape, but he'd discovered they brought on waves of pleasure. There was suction all around him, and the throb of her heartbeats vibrated throughout his body. He wriggled against the soft walls of her throat, writhing against the sucking that surrounded him. Then she swallowed again, and his lips were pressed against one of hers. It was a sort of strange kiss, but he couldn't see it as anything else. The process of being swallowed up like this was strangely erotic. Other than the injuries he'd received earlier, there was no real pain involved. There was only a mild discomfort from being in this position so long. Her tongue teased at his lips and he groaned before opening them and letting her explore his mouth. She entwined his tongue with hers. All too quickly, she was withdrawing, and he was mildly annoyed with himself for being so disappointed until she distracted him once again. She was licking his ear and rubbing her gut as his ass began filling the bottom of her tummy. He could feel the pressure of her caresses as her hands moved over her extended stomach. He could feel arousal growing in him, stronger than any he'd ever experienced before. He groaned and squirmed inside of her, a fiery tingling growing in his belly. Her throat was tightly wrapped around his jaw, her lips a snug seal at the top of his head. He finally completely accepted that there was nothing he could do. He whimpered and wriggled inside of her, trying to wring every possible hint of pleasure from the experience. Her mouth closed with a loud and satisfied smacking of her lips. He was plunged into darkness and squeezed downward, curled into a ball in her stomach. He was already deep inside of her now, and there was no escape. Unable to totally surrender to this death, the more conscious part of James's mind retreated to some inner sanctum. He became like some mindless little animal. Though bit by bit, his flesh was being dissolved away, he became oblivious to anything but the pleasurable experiences. They were plentiful and powerful. Within her, it was hot and wet, pulsating all around him. It was not the bloody and painful experience he'd expected, but more like being pulled into a safe warm blanket of moist flesh. It was comforting and arousing. His entire body was surrounded with it, with this intense sensation of being licked and sucked. Pleasure shot through his body, so intense he couldn't remember anything or think of anything but the experience of being in her belly. He came to recognize the thudding sound to be her pulse, and the contractions around him were based on her heartbeats. These had come with increasing frequency, and he could hear her moans echoing around him. Apparently, she'd enjoyed her meal so much she was about to climax. His very hard cock throbbed to the beat of her contractions, and it was very hard to control his own release. He waited, though, knowing it would be that much better if he did. Reaching down through the dark squeezing, he wrapped a hand around his erect flesh. He stroked, knowing that at any moment, he would be able to let go. Her moans were coming louder and more frequently, and suddenly she screamed. He surrendered the moment he heard her, his cum adding to the fluid that filled her body. The explosion of his built up need was the last thing he knew before the end. Outside, she felt him writhing and quivering in her tummy and she smiled.