****** The Sorceress by Sweet T ******
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The Sorceress


Author's Note: This is an erotic story in which a woman is swallowed alive by a
snake. This is a fetish known as Voraphilia, and is based, basically, on
someone being swallowed alive, sometimes by another person or an animal (snakes
are very popular for this subject). Stories like this sometimes involve
shrinking and a few involve chewing and blood, and almost always have to do
with said someone being digested and dying, usually painlessly, but sometimes
otherwise. For the faint of heart, I will tell you right now that this
particular story has does not involve chewing, blood or even death- at least
not in the way most people think of death. If this type of theme for an erotic
story disturbs you, please go BACK. If not, or if you are curious, please feel
free to continue. . .

He was hungry.

The sleek, massive serpent crawled silently along the jungle, his tongue
tasting the warm, humid air for any animals that might satisfy his hunger. But
even to his very sensitive senses of taste and smell, what he could detect was
too faint to identify sufficiently. His last meal had been a deer, an old, slow
buck that had kept him satisfied for nearly a year, but his body had finally
used up all those nutrients. So he scoured the jungle for food, encountering
nothing larger than insects which he ignored, craving something far more
substantial.

Miles away, a sorceress named Ramona was resting in a small clearing. She was
around 2500 years old - she had stopped counting long before the Roman Emperor
Julius Caesar was murdered - but one couldn't tell from her appearance. Ramona
had visited all parts of the globe before residing in what would one day be
known as Brazil, and had met all colors and sexes of mortal humans. Although
she would never admit to any but herself, Ramona was quite vain with her
appearance. Using only a few rudimentary spells, she was easily able to change
her figure, hair, eye and skin color and even her gender. For the last century
or so, she had kept her face that of southern Europe, she would have been
easily mistaken for Spanish with her firm chin, small, straight nose and dark
hair. Many mortal men had enjoyed her full voluptuous figure, inspired by the
Greek statues with her long legs and high, heavy breasts.

Ramona was skilled in what she considered the oldest sphere of sorcery (there
was great controversy in what had been first in the creation of the Universe:
fire water, earth, wind, animal -her own specialty - vegetable or energy). Even
for one of her age, she was quite powerful, her only weakness was a lack of
skill at transforming herself. She chose the jungle to observe the rich
varieties of animal life around her, although a colleague was not too far away
who studied the abundant vegetation. She met him rarely enough, as she rarely
encountered the indigenous peoples of the jungle. The native tribes were,
however, often delighted to see her, fascinated by her height and exotically
pale skin without their ritualistic scars or tattoos. When she did visit them,
it was usually for special ceremonies they performed, weddings and fertility
rites for a young woman or the harvest.

She sat motionlessly in the clearing, listening to the life surrounding her
watching as occasionally a bird, rodent or monkey might appear out of the
foliage. As she observed one primate mounting another, she was reminded of a
particular ritual she had attended last night, young women gyrating
rhythmically in order to increase the chances of a new couple having a child.
After the celebration, she had enjoyed the company of an unusually talented-
and well-endowed- young man. As she recalled the music and joy and
anticipation, and the talents of her lover, Ramona began to feel a familiar
dampness between her legs. Living alone except for her familiars, the sorceress
rarely bothered to wear clothes- it was usually quite warm in the jungle, and
she saw no reason for modesty when all alone.

As she was nude today, she simply relaxed on the soft grassy floor, parting her
legs as her hands roamed up and down her body starting with the toes of one
foot up to her throat and down to the other leg. Delighting in the smoothness
of her own skin, her thoughts began to drift among the lovers, both men and
women, over the centuries. Soon, she began to think of one of her familiars, a
huge wolf the size of a horse she had created partly with her own magic,
gifting it with genitalia to match, whom she had often lain with for pleasure.
Idly, she wished it was with her, but she had journeyed out alone today.

It was really no matter, Ramona decided. One hand was stroking the silky dark
triangle of hair between her legs, the other squeezing her full, heavy breasts.
She parted the wet outer lips of her vagina, rubbing and pinching at her
clitoris as waves of pleasure cascaded up and down, growing in intensity until
her moan of pleasure echoed through the jungle. After her orgasm subsided, she
licked the sweet juices off her fingers, rolled onto her stomach and rubbed her
self against the soft, wet grass. It felt wonderful, the gentle abrasions
against her cunt and nipples, she moved gradually faster and faster.

Finally unsatisfied with the friction, Ramona sought out and found a large tree
root covered in moss. Straddling it like one of her lovers, she ground her
swollen clit against the furry lichen. One finger she stuck in her mouth,
moistening it with her saliva and pushing it gently but firmly against the
small, puckered hole between her full buttocks. It filled her other end with a
new warmth and fullness as she inserted first two when three fingers inside
herself. Ramona gushed her fluids against the tree root, her anus clenching on
her fingers as she climaxed there too. Shifting positions slightly, Ramona
ground herself to yet another orgasm, and then another, until there was a dark,
wet stain on the moss. Finally, exhausted but satisfied Ramona curled up and
fell asleep in the warm jungle afternoon.

The snake only vaguely detected the woman's moans of pleasure, rather, it was a
sharp, pungent, and unfamiliar aroma which alerted him to the presence of food.
He entered the clearing slowly and cautiously, so as not to scare off his prey
and force him to look elsewhere. But his quarry did not seem to notice him, a
long, pale shape, and it seemed devoid of fur, except for long, dark tresses
from its head and a smaller patch of fur between its long lower legs. It was a
human, which the snake had encountered before within the jungle, and
motionless, which probably meant it was dead. That was no matter for him,
really. It meant he would not have to waste time or energy in constricting it
to death.

He rested his head near its feet, his tongue flicking experimentally at the
skin. It tasted moist, oily and salty, without the dry, tasteless fur found on
most other animals. He opened his mouth wide and pulled both of its feet into
his mouth. They were not very large, and he didn't even have to unhinge his
lower jaw to accommodate them. He would have to do so later, he could easily
see, the human's body widened considerably at no less than two places. He was
not concerned. There was no rush for him to finish his meal. He swallowed once,
the muscles of his throat rippling as the human was pulled an inch deeper. . .

Ramona came slightly awake, noticing an unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, warm,
wet pressure around her feet and ankles. She went back to sleep....

The snake didn't notice the human wake up. He had never tasted a human before,
and this one was quite delicious, its smooth, salty skin unlike anything he had
ever tasted. There was another, unfamiliar scent about the human that puzzled
him. A very sweet scent, and he expected he would find its source soon enough.
Past the human's knees now, and his jaw could no longer open wide enough for
the width of its thighs. He worked his jaw muscles around, and his lower jaw
dislocated with a dull POP. . .

Ramona awoke suddenly, knowing she had heard an unfamiliar noise, but what
exactly she did not know. She vaguely remembered something about soaking her
feet....

There was a warm, moist tightness around her legs. She was not concerned at
first: if there were any cause for alarm, she knew she should be feeling some
pain. In fact, the warmth around her legs felt rather good, she thought. As if
in emphasis, whatever-it-was grew tighter for a moment, squeezing her legs. It
was still not painful, but Ramona did notice that what was squeezing her legs
seemed to be higher on her thighs. . .

Only then did Ramona look down at her legs. She did not scream at the large,
black snake that was trying to swallow her, and was now halfway up her thighs.
Rather, she paused to think about her situation.

She was lying nude in a clearing, alone, while a snake nearly three times as
long as she was tall was devouring her. She could escape, she knew, but
probably not without harming or killing her captor. She could not call one of
her familiars to her aid in time. Even if she could, they could not save her
without harming the snake. It was not malicious, she knew, it was only eating
her to survive, as Ramona had long since learned, that was the law of the
jungle. If she stayed calm, perhaps another animal might arrive and scare the
snake away. . .

The snake was unaware the human had woken up as he swallowed, his nose now
touching the swell of her buttocks, and that sweet scent was very strong now.
Finally, out of sheer curiosity, his tongue flicked out, brushing against the
soft hair between its legs and tasted something even more amazing. A warm,
sweet nectar like some exotic fruit, and his tongue reached out to sample more
of this new treat. . .

Ramona's entire body jerked reflexively as something lashed at her vagina. Its
tongue, she thought, tasting my little treasure. The thought brought a very
undignified giggle as another swallow pulled her deeper down the snake's
gullet, placing her sex directly over its tongue. . .

He noticed the source of the new flavor directly over his tongue, and he
sampled it as fast as he could, his long, forked tongue moving rapidly in and
out, drawing more and more of the sweet fluid out. The human was squirming
madly, which meant that it was in fact still alive, and he hoped it would not
escape from him. . .

Ramona's slit was assaulted mercilessly as she writhed in one of the most
intense orgasms of her life. Her legs down the snake's throat could do little
more than squirm in their entrapment, but her arms, head and breasts were still
free. Ramona pressed her face into the grass to muffle her cries of pleasure,
her fingers clawing wildly in the dirt and at her breasts. The orgasm just
continued, endlessly, her moans rising in pitch rapidly until she finally
passed out from pleasure....

It must have fainted, the snake thought to himself. The sweet fluid was gone,
he noticed with some regret. It was no matter, of course. The human would feed
him for some time. He continued swallowing, and within moments it was trapped
within his stomach. Like after all meals so large he felt very tired, so he
curled up and went to sleep....

Ramona woke in pitch darkness. Her prison was tight and warm. She took what
stock she could of her surroundings, and the first she noticed was the
distinctive flub-dub of a heart beat.

I've been swallowed! she almost said aloud, but decided it would not be wise to
open her mouth. The panic was definitely beginning to rise in her. Struggling
against it, Ramona tried to figure out how to escape. She could easily force
her way out, but she still didn't want to injure the snake.

The only way out was if she could force her own soul out of her body. She had
always been able to do so and had done it before without any great deal of
trouble. But how to get back into her body was another puzzle entirely. I'd
better decide quickly, she thought, her skin was beginning to tingle from the
juices in its stomach.

There was no alternative. Ramona concentrated for a moment, and felt a brief
dizziness as she was ripped from her body. As a being of pure energy and
thought, she could now travel instantly at a thought, but decided to settle in
a corner of the snake's mind for the moment.

Ramona lost all track of time there. She did notice that, as her body began to
dissolve in the snake's stomach, she could sense a certain glow as the magical
energy in her body began to dissipate. This would not do, she thought. If all
of the magic in her physical body dispersed as it was digested, she would be
trapped within its brain, but if she could let the energy bleed into the
snake's body, it would not be lost.

Ramona held a tentative hold on her body, withdrawing her own energy as it was
slowly digested, feeling it course through her as she guided it into the
snake's body....

From his belly, there was a strange warmth the snake had never felt before
filling him. It grew more and more intense until it was almost painful. His
stomach also felt strangely empty, which was surprising considering he had
eaten only days before. There was a very strange pressure on his mind, growing
stronger. He felt like he was falling asleep, and his last thought was the hope
that he might someday swallow another woman. He had especially loved the taste
of the juices from her vagina....

Ramona finally settled herself in the snake's mind, still aware of his own
primitive consciousness within one tiny corner, not comprehending what had
happened. She was wrapped in his body, a long, sinewy shape without arms or
legs. There was a sharp tingle filling from her nose to the very tip of her
tail. It was the sensation of her magic running through her whenever she used
one of her spells, but somehow stronger. She concentrated for a moment,
transforming herself to her original human form. After she did, the tingle grew
even stronger until it was almost painful.

It was intense enough to disturb her focus as she transformed, and she became
actually several inches shorter. The tingle was quite painful now. For several
moments she curled up in pain, waiting for it subside. But it continued, and
Ramona finally discovered that she was much shorter than originally.

Ramona struggled to concentrate through the pain, and finally she began to grow
somewhat larger. As she did, the pain subsided. As she reached her former
height, the pain was gone, but the sensation was intense enough to cloud her
thinking. She let herself grow further until she was a full head and shoulders
above her original stature. Finally the intense tingle was gone, and Ramona was
exhausted. Slumping weakly on the ground, she called tiredly to her familiar.

She struggled to stay awake until the giant wolf arrived. He helped his
mistress onto his broad back, and carried her swiftly but smoothly to their
home, rolling her gently onto her bed, then waited.

The sorceress slept for days or even weeks, she had no way of knowing. She
contemplated what had happened to her, struggling to figure out how she had
been able to transform so much.

She stood to admire herself in the full-length mirror. She had maintained her
proportions, only her height had changed. She spent the next few hours
transforming from her original shape to the snake's, adopting several
permutations of both, until finally settling on a shape of a tall, shapely
woman, with her own features but slightly more petite than before, with a long,
hairless tail at the base of her spine. Instead of her human feet, she gave
herself curved, tridactyl claws.

After admiring her new body, Ramona began to ponder how it had all occurred,
and what she could do next with her newfound powers.

But she would think of something.


This is my second story. If you read this far, I hope it didn't disturb you too
much. I plan to write a few more stories about Ramona. Questions/comments
welcome at:

Tasty183@AOL.com

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