Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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Damsel in Distress Four: A Reptile Repast (Part 1)
"I'm such a fool!" thought Kelly Ann.
When her lover and bodyguard, David, was called away to tend to a sick relative, he warned Kelly Ann for no reason to leave the walled safety of her fabulous mansion till his return. She should have listened! But then a telegram from the Sheriff of a small rural parish in Louisiana reached her, telling her he was holding a woman he believed to be her Aunt Suzanne. When it went on to say he would be forced to release the woman in a few days if nobody came to identify her, how could Kelly Ann not have gone to Louisiana see justice served?
Aunt Suzanne had escaped jail while awaiting trial on charges of trying to kill her niece and obtain the Vanderhilt family fortune. The police had sought her for several months, but without result. Kelly Ann knew she could not rest, until her Aunt was safely in prison, so she took the next train to New Orleans.
Alas, the message was ruse and the man that picked her up at the station, wasn't a deputy, but one of Suzanne's henchmen, who took the petite blonde girl to a crumbling, Gothic mansion miles outside the city, carried her down to the basement, stripped her naked, and threw her into a stone walled pit. That was three days ago.
The pit was circular, perhaps thirty feet wide and more than ten feet deep with stonework so smooth Kelly Ann couldn't get a grip on the walls to climb out. The only exit was a small iron door just about 2 feet high, under a small stone arch. Kelly Ann tried to move it, but it had no handle or knob and it wouldn't budge. The only other thing in the pit was a circular stone tub, into which water flowed continuously out of a pipe in the wall. As the tub over flowed, the water ran down the slightly sloped floor to a tiny drain the center of the pit.
While Kelly Ann was a bit cold sitting in the pit, she was actually quite well fed. Three times a day she would be brought a rather elegantly prepared meal which was lowered to her by a basket on a rope. At first, she was suspicious the food was poisoned, but after trying some, and being very bored and hungry she devoured it all. In fact, she had probably gained several pounds between the forced inactivity and the sumptuous meals.
And that was really the hard part: waiting for something to happen. Three days and Suzanne, who Kelly Ann was sure was behind this evil, had not appeared.
As she was contemplating this, sitting with her back against the stone wall on the afternoon of the fourth day, when she heard a voice.
"Are you enjoying the hospitality of my new manor?"
Kelly Ann jumped up and looked to the top of the wall. Staring down at her from behind the parapet was her Aunt. The dark haired, green eyed, woman, clad in black, was giving her a malevolent smile.
"I demand you release me at once!" Kelly Ann cried.
"My dear, you certainly aren't in the position to demand anything," replied her Aunt. "So rude you are, these days? Well, I have to admit you don't have the best room in the house. Not that any of them are something to write home about. My late husband was so consumed by his hobbies that he let the place go to pot."
"Your husband?" said Kelly Ann with surprise.
"Yes," Suzanne replied. "My dearly departed Derick. Had a heart attack. I'm afraid his romantic encounters with a new gorgeous wife less than half his age did him in. Or that's what the coroner concluded."
"You murdered him!" said Kelly Ann.
"Oh, don't feel sorry for him," Suzanne yawned. "It was either him or me. Before me he had three other wives mysteriously disappear, and I didn't plan to be number four. The authorities always suspected he was responsible for their deaths. That, and the disappearances of a number of young maids employed here at the mansion. Without bodies, however, they could never make a case against him. Believe me, nobody mourned his passing."
"Sounds like you two deserved each other!"
"Well, I shouldn't talk badly about the dearly departed," said Suzanne. "He was very smart and dedicated to his hobbies. In fact, let me introduce you to one of them!"
Behind the parapet Suzanne threw a switch and a reddish, warm heat lamp illuminated the center of the pit. Then, with a second switch, the tiny door under the arch rose, exposing a long, dark, two-foot high, tunnel.
"Oh, Poopsie! Come on out and say hello to our guest!" Kelly's aunt called.
Coming from the tunnel, Kelly Ann heard a slithering, scraping sound. Then out of the dark appeared two huge, wide-set eyes with vertical pupils. As the girl watched in horror a heavy snout on a triangular head, at least a foot wide emerged into the light. The body that followed it was perhaps nine or ten inches in diameter and many yards in length. Kelly Ann realized this was easily the largest snake she had ever seen.
"Yes, Poopsie, is one of the most unusual snakes in the world and a very rare and valuable specimen. Derick brought her back from South America many years ago as a hatchling and raised her almost like a daughter. He taught her to recognize a clothed human as a master and friend," said Suzanne.
"And an unclothed one?" asked Kelly Ann, well aware of her own nakedness.
"Well, I'm afraid Poopsie has learned that a naked girl is prey," Suzanne said, with a bit of a sadistic giggle.
"And that's why I'm in this pit with no clothes!" said her niece, with disgust.
"Well, one of the reasons," replied Suzanne. "You see all those clothes you wear, with the hard buttons and metal clasps, pins and things. Those just aren't good for Poopsie's tummy. She is a rare, one of a kind specimen and we wouldn't want to give her indigestion, would we? Now, your naked body is a wholesome, nourishing and perfectly natural food for Poopsie! I've even been fattening you up the last couple days for her! And she is quite hungry. She hasn't eaten in weeks. Not since Derick fed her a surly, lazy teenage maid we had!"
The snake had finally bought its full body into the pit and was coiled up under the heat lamp. Kelly Ann estimated it must have been almost forty feet in length. Suddenly it reared up and lifted it head to the height of six or seven feet, leering down at Kelly Ann with what she first took to be curiosity, but then realized was hunger.
Suddenly the snake's head shot forward and clamped onto Kelly Ann's left calf with a vice-like grip. Kelly kicked hard at monster's head with her other foot and then it opened its mouth and pulled back to the center of the pit. Kelly was astonished it had retreated so easily. Then she saw the two, small holes in her leg, about two inches apart, that were oozing blood.
"Yes, Poopsie is quite unusual," Suzanne continued as if narrating a documentary. "Most snakes her size attack their victims by wrapping them in their coils and squeezing them to death. Poopsie, however, uses the same trick smaller snakes do to win their battles: poison."
Kelly suddenly felt weak. She tried to take a step, but slid to the ground on her back. Her limbs would move, but all their strength was gone.
"Oh, don't worry," continued Suzanne, "it won't kill you. It's a paralytic agent that weakens you so you don't put up a fight. Poopsie prefers her meals to be alive when she swallows them whole."
Her aunt was right. Kelly Ann could move her hands, but with no strength and in a clumsy, uncoordinated manner. As she lay there, defenseless before the beast, she suddenly felt something else. An itching... no a tingling in her pubic area. She felt compelled to use whatever strength left in her hands to touch herself in her private parts...
"No doubt you are by now discovering the really amazing thing about Poopsie's venom. It's a powerful aphrodisiac! Think about it! What better way to keep one's victim from struggling as it goes down your throat, but to engage its mind fully in one last, powerful orgasm?" said Suzanne. "Derick found this fascinating and was trying to distil the chemicals in the venom that had this effect. He thought it could make him a million dollars, and he might have been right. In fact, after I get a hold of your fortune I may employ my own chemists to find the secret of Poopsie's venom. Can you imagine what I could sell "Aunt Suzanne's Love Potion" for on the market?"
Suzanne was accurate. Kelly Ann could think of little, but the need to rub herself down there. She desperately wished David were here. Not to save her from the snake, but to simply fuck her brains out!
Then Kelly Ann felt something tickling her toes. It was the snake's forked tongue. Its mouth was wide open and about to wrap it's lips around Kelly Ann's dainty feet.
So, is this the end for poor Kelly Ann? Will she turn out to be snake food? Will she give Poopsie indigestion? Will Suzanne triumph in the end? Find out in our next exciting episode!
Did 4: A Reptile Repast (Part 2)
