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.
