Gimme That Old Time Snake Vore - Country Snake Vore by IreneDelacorte

[center]Old Time Snake Vore by Irene Delacorte[/center] I sat down and turned on my screen, time to check my e-mail. One message was from Falsdoon and I immediately pulled it up.

As I read the message, sent just 20 minutes before, I felt my heart flutter and my pulse surge. Such simple words but they were reflected by the flush on my cheeks. It read, “Hi Irene, It’s all setup, I’ll send you tickets and directions by overnight mail. See you this weekend! ;-)”

We’d been talking about this for months, sharing stories and my desire for reality but still my hands shook with the shock. “This weekend!” I said aloud to the quiet room. It was Wednesday, I’d get the tickets Thursday, and maybe on a plane to God knows where on Friday. I started preparing for my trip.

<span class="caps">THURSDAY</span> Morning

I knew the mail arrived at noon, five hours, but I could barely sleep last night.&nbsp; I stared at my coffee and thought of the night and the exhaustion it caused, I must have had at least five orgasms thinking about the weekend and still couldn’t keep my hands from my lap. I couldn’t keep this up!

The cold shower puckered my skin, making my nipples erect and hard as little pebbles extending from my breasts. It soothed my physical strain, but my mind still raced. Finishing I toweled myself off, applied cream to my face and raw thighs and waited.

<span class="caps">THURSDAY</span> Noon

I dressed , jeans, a blouse , and slippers and waited by the mailbox.&nbsp; I saw the little white box truck pull up and&nbsp; Phil jumped out dressed in his sexy Bermuda shorts that usually&nbsp; turned me on. “Hi Irene, got a special overnight for you.” he said cheerfully and I nodded hopefully! 

Phil looked at my tense expression and said, “Is every thing <span class="caps">OK</span>?” I replied woodenly, “Of course,&nbsp; can I have the letter?” He held it in his hands, I watched him as he extended it toward me as he said,” I’m a little ahead on my route, got an extra 30 minutes.”

Heart pounding and flushed as I touched the letter, I said, “Not today Phil, got too much on my mind.” I signed for the letter and glanced back to see him watching me as I walked back up the stairs.

<span class="caps">THURSDAY</span> Evening

I touched the unopened letter again, stroking it and realizing that if I opened it I was fully committed. But did I have a choice, did I want a choice? I opened the letter.

There was indeed a plane ticket to Bluefield, West Virginia. Falsdoon wrote he would meet me and drive me to the farm.&nbsp; I was to wear a black shift, stockings and underwear with black pumps. We’d talked before about his preference in clothes and they reflected his choice for my clothing. The plane left <span class="caps">BWI</span> for Roanoke at 6am Saturday morning and I also had a ticket for a commuter plane ride to Bluefield that would put me there at about 1 pm. The last detail in the instructions gave me another shiver, “Now Irene, I’ve talked to the farm owners and they don’t want you to eat anything at all after lunch on Friday, see you Saturday” wrote Fasldoon. 

<span class="caps">FRIDAY</span>

The day was a blur, I cleaned the apartment, called my friends and told them I’d been reassigned overseas again, told the rental office that I was leaving for an extended trip and packed a light bag for what I expected would be a brief trip. 
That night sleep came only on the heals of exhaustion,&nbsp; I dreamed of being inside the snake, feeling the walls of flesh enclosing me and the release provided by satisfying my deepest desires. My only memory of my father, who’d died when I was very young, was him wrapping me tightly in a blanket until I could barely breath, I’d cry out to him to stop, he would,&nbsp; then he’d smile when I begged him to squeeze me again.

<span class="caps">SATURDAY</span> Morning

The alarm woke me with a start, I jolted up in bed and glanced at the clock, 4 am. I was hungry but knew that I wasn’t to eat, best to get underway I told myself. Showered, hot this time, scrubbed myself raw with my best Turkish towel, dressed as Falsdoon had requested and settled down to apply my makeup. The face looking back at me in the mirror was pale and the eyes were a little red. Applied a base and&nbsp; eye liner, then a little powder under my eyes to lighten the darkness. Bright red lipstick set off my coloring and went well with the slight hint of rouge I applied to highlight my cheekbones. I smiled in the mirror, I’d done a good job and hoped Falsdoon would appreciate it!

<span class="caps">SATURDAY</span> 1pm

The small plane, a Cessna, settled into Bluefield smooth as can be, it had been an easy flight here, cab to <span class="caps">BWI</span>, someone was waiting to take me to the commuter flight, then into Bluefield. I tried to keep my mind on one thing at a time. Get off the plane, go into terminal, find Falsdoon, thinking much further ahead still brought a flush to my cheeks. 

He was standing by the gate as I entered the small town terminal, “Irene?” he queried. “Falsdoon?” I replied. He stepped forward and enclosed me in a hug, a warm tight hug. I reached up and touched his face, he looked back down at me, eyes like dark pits, wide deep pits , I felt him absorb my soul.

“Irene”, he said with a serious look, “It’s still not to late to change your mind.” I lowered my head and placed it on his chest, feeling the heart beating there, “No, I’m committed.” 

He smiled as I explored his face, a strong face, experience had marked him. “We must go, it’s a long trip and they wanted us there by five. Any bags?”

“No, just my carryon.” he took my bag off my shoulder and taking my arm we walked out of the terminal into the West Virginia Indian Summer. The sky was so blue it hurt to look directly into it. A car was waiting at the sidewalk as we exited. It was not what I expected, it was a seventies station wagon of unknown heritage with smoke lazily drifting from the tailpipe. The driver hopped out as we approached, he had on stained overalls and muddy boots with a plaid shirt. 

“That her” he asked Falsdoon as he looked at my body,&nbsp; avoiding my eyes. Gruffly Falsdoon replied, “Ned, back in the car let’s get going”. He opened the rear door and I got in as Fasldoon settled in beside me and placed my bag behind the seat. He took my hand in his and squeezed.&nbsp; I laid my head on his shoulder and he said “Try to rest, it’s going to be a stressful day”. I looked up as he looked out the car window, I wanted to ask him why it would be “stressful” but the plane ride and lack of rest caused me to drift into sleep.

<span class="caps">SATURDAY</span> 6pm

I awoke as the old station wagon slowed then stopped. We were at a gateway, with a sign that proclaimed in faded letter’s “Willy’s Snake Farm.” A very large, unkempt man was leaning in Ned’s window and asked Ned, “Is that her?” as Ned nodded, he continued, “Ya’all better hurry, you’re late and Ma ain’t going to be too happy!” He shouldered the Shotgun he was holding and backed away from the wagon as Ned gunned the engine. He looked at me, through the window, his eyes locked on mine and a crooked grin on his face.

Ned roared along the winding dirt road, a cloud of dust marking our passage. As I saw a ramshackle building come into sight he turned the car hard to the right and skidded to a stop in front of the overhanging porch. I’d seen pictures of Appalachia but the reality didn’t do the pictures justice.

Ned said, “This is it, all out!’, as Falsdoon reached across me and opened the door on my side, I placed one foot on the dirt roadway and paused as a&nbsp; large, middle aged woman came through the door and stood at the top of the steps.&nbsp; Behind her were two teenagers and a younger girl, maybe eleven, grinning down at me.

<span class="caps">SATURDAY</span> 6:15 pm

I stepped out and stood facing her, Falsdoon followed me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

The heavy-set woman yelled, “Ned, park it in the shed now, and get in here if you want some supper.” Turning to Falsdoon she continued,  “You’re late, we’ve already started to eat, head on in.” As I started to follow Falsdoon the woman told Falsdoon, “She’ll stay here, the Girls will watch her while we eat.”

Without a backward glance, Falsdoon went up the stairs, leaving me with the women and her three daughters. After the door closed behind Falsdoon, she turned to one of the blond teenagers and while handing her a pair of handcuffs she pulled from her apron, “Millie, put these on her and Agnes get the leash.” I opened my mouth to tell her it wasn’t needed, but she raised her hand and said, “You, just keep quiet, I don’t want no trouble.”

Millie quickly came down the stairs, she was smiling and her cheeks flushed, she pulled my hands back and quickly placed the cuffs around my wrists, Agnes, having retrieved the leash placed it around my neck and buckled it in the back.  “Ma” then looked at the girls and said, “Now watch her, I’ll be back for her in about twenty minutes.” She entered the screened doorway and I really looked at my surroundings for the first time.

I stood facing the wooden house, it seemed to have been built in stages, none matching, the porch sagged with neglect and a large bloodhound, collarless now, was lying asleep on the porch. To my right there was a large chicken wired enclosure, and as I looked to my right I saw Ned returning from the shed.

The girl on the porch, came down and took my hand and smiling innocently up at me said, “Would you like to see Sherman?”

Before I could answer Agnes said, “That’s a good idea Betty, let’s take her over to see Sherman.”

Agnes pulled on the leash, while Millie, took my arm as I stumbled on the uneven surface.

“Agnes wait a second.” Millie said as she reached up and took off my earrings and necklace, she then moved behind me and took my two rings off. Millie then came around and faced me and said, “Now don’t tell Mama or I’ll cut your throat like a pig!” She shared her treasures with Agnes and Betty, giving the young girl my pinkie ring. Then with a tug Agnes again led our small procession.

As we neared the corner of the house, I smelled a musty odor, it was competing with the smell of the pig pen in the enclosure to our right, but I could smell it clearly. “Betty, holding the belt at my waist as we rounded the corner, proudly said in her childish voice, “There’s Sherman, he’s sooo big.”

Agnes and Millie laughed at Betty’s comment, and Millie said, “He’ll be even bigger in a little bit”, while she watched me for my reaction. Her smile widened as I stared at the huge snake, laying over a log in the enclosure. Agnes put the end of the leash through the chicken wire and pulled it, forcing me to close contact with the wire. As I watched, Sherman’s head rose from his coils and looked toward what was disturbing him. Agnes, said, “Take a taste Sherman, you’re going to eat good tonight!”

Sherman responded, as though he understood the girl and his head drew close to mine, his tongue flicked out and touched my face, “tasting” as Agnes had suggested. Millie, her hand moving under my shift from behind, stroked my pussy and I started to shake violently with an overwhelming orgasm.  Millie, laughed and turning to Agnes, said, “She’s so wet, want to do her also?” Agnes replaced Millie and continued to stroke my labia as Sherman continued to explore my body, my knees buckled and only the leash, now tied to the wooden support of the enclosure held me up. Breath was getting difficult and it added to Agnes fingers probing inside me and the huge snake now level with my hips, flicking his tongue at the moisture dripping down my thighs. As another orgasm overtook me I looked down, starting to black out and saw Betty staring in fascination at my face. I looked back up and saw Ned pumping for all he was worth, while watching me.

<span class="caps">SATURDAY</span> 6:35 pm

“Where are you girls, get that piglet back here now or you’re next!” a female voice yelled from the porch around the corner. Agnes quickly released the leash and threaded it back through the wire as Sherman backed away. Millie and Agnes held me up for a moment then holding my arms they led me back to the porch. “Now where the hell were you.” “We were just showing her to Sherman.” said Millie, “She asked to see him!”

Looking down at my shift she said, “She’s all wet, bet she pissed herself when she saw him!” The girls quickly agreed. “Well let’s get her ready.” Mama said as she took the leash and pulled me up the steps into the house. Leading me down a dark corridor we emerged into the dining room, it was packed with people. They all looked up as we entered the room. The expressions ranging from lust in the men, to a look of appraisal&nbsp; from their wives.&nbsp; Falsdoon rose from his seat, wiping his face and walked over to me, saying as he reached me, “Now don’t worry Irene, Mama will take care of you. See you in a little while.” Then he grinned and turned back to the group and said, ”Irene has come to us of her own free will, I think this is only the second time we’ve had a volunteer, let’s tell her how much we appreciate her sacrifice.” Everyone stood and started to clap and whistle while, with a snort of disgust, Mama pulled on the leash and led me into the kitchen.

Agnes and Millie were waiting in the kitchen as we entered and Mama told them to strip me. Using scissors they quickly had me nude, and Agnes held me while Millie took off my heels. Mama said while looking me in the eyes for the first time, “Falsdoon said you wanted to go in alive, well the boys rigged up something that should work, they’ve tried it on a couple of pigs and they slid right down, so It should work on you.” I blinked in surprise, wondering what they could have done, I knew I only had a small chance of making it into Sherman’s stomach alive, thinking he’d crush me first.

<span class="caps">SATURDAY</span> 6:45 pm

Turning to the two girls, she said, “What are you standing around for, get her greased up.” The girls reached into buckets of rendered pig fat and started to slather it&nbsp; all over my body, I again realized that I was going to go again as there hands applied the fat to every inch of my body. I shivered with the force of the orgasm and as my knees started to buckle it was Mama holding me up at the waist as the girls completed the application. “You go easy don’t you.” Mama said as her hand reached between my legs and parted the entrance to my pussy. She smiled as she inserted an egg shaped object in my pussy, using her broad finger to push it far up into me.

At my questioning look, she simply said, “Vitamins.” and smiled again.&nbsp; While Agnes left, Millie greased my feet then stood up and said to Mama, “All done Mama”, proud of how she had performed her task. Agnes returned with a two wheeled cart, the girls held&nbsp; me while I sat on the cart and swung me legs up. “Ly back and enjoy the ride” Mama said as the girls opened a door&nbsp; leading to a ramp to the basement.

<span class="caps">SATURDAY</span> 6:53 pm

The girls held the cart vertical as we descended the ramp, quickly reaching the bottom. To my left I saw a large glass wall, on my right were sets of seats, almost like an auditorium. The seats were filled and as we entered the room the hooting and whistling started again. Behind the seats was a large camera, almost like you see in a television studio, Falsdoon was operating the camera as it tracked my entrance. In the center of the glass wall was a kids metal slide leading to an opening in the glass wall. A man reached down and opened the entrance through the glass wall as the cart neared the slide. The slide had been greased almost as much as I had been.

<span class="caps">SATURDAY</span> 6:58 pm

Two men, again in overalls, picked me from the cart and carefully set me down on the top of the slide, I was sitting up, my feet pointed down the slide with my hands still cuffed and the leash dangling from my neck. Millie, placed a heavy rubber band around my feet while Mama removed the dog collar. She then surprised me by removing the cuffs.

 noticed a hole in the slide just as it descended and Mama placed a block of wood into it and moved me forward till my thighs were around the wood. The movement had pushed me forward on the slide and I realized the wood block was the only thing holding me back from a rapid descent. Taking my uncuffed wrists she pulled my arms over my head and a band of heavy rubber pulled my elbows together behind my head. She placed a smaller one on my wrists and stepped back. The auditorium, once used&nbsp; for snake shows for traveling tourists went quiet. The only sound was the quiet hum of the camera before me, and the cameras on the ceiling focused on me from several angles.

<span class="caps">SATURDAY</span> 7 pm

Mama reached down and picked up a hammer and struck a long plate that resounded with her blow with a loud <span class="caps">GONG</span>. I saw the door opening across from me and saw Sherman enter the glassed in enclosure.

He quickly moved to the opening and spead his jaws in anticipation of his awaited dinner. Mama reached between my legs and slowly pulled the greased wood out from beneath my legs, the motion and her deliberate movement of the wood against my clit sent me over again. I gasped with the intensity of the orgasm, which reached a creshendo as I quickly slipped down the slide.

As I slide down my fogged brain cause me to look down at what approached. I saw deep into Sherman’s body, and quickly slid into his mouth up to my waist before he even started to swallow me. I was quickly into another orgasm and shivered uncontrollably which helped Sherman as his muscles quickly moved over my breasts. He then paused and lifted his body  so gravity would assist in swallowing me. My head almost touching the ceiling I saw the audience cheering with calls to Sherman to finish me.

I slipped completely into his mouth, my bound hands being the only projection of my body outside his mouth. The sphincter leading to his stomach enclosed my head and I felt my hands pass fully into his stomach. The wall of his stomach undulated and pushed me further back. I could tell Sheman was moving forward as I moved back in his body. He approached the opening again and opened his jaws, I could here the crowd saying “He’s ready for another, feed him Mama.”

The last thing I heard as I orgasmed again and again was Mama saying, Agnes grease up Millie”


<span class="caps">SUNDAY</span> 11am

Falsdoon carefully packed the tapes, he mused to himself about it not only being Irene but the little blond as well, and the look on the girls face was priceless. He placed the tapes in the trunk of his car, which he had Ned pick up from the airport. He paused deep in thought then walked around the side of the house and watched the large snake lying there with his body swollen with his last night’s dinner. He smiled, a sad smile, and said, “Goodnight<span class="widont">&nbsp;</span>Irene.”