Private Estate - A Woman's Story and So Much More by IreneDelacorte

This story is a combination of truth and fiction, I’ll not say where the line is, but will say it’s not completed.

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[center]Private Estate By Irene Delacorte[/center]

23 October, Sunday evening

The phone rang and rang, as I was about to give up and try the overseas operator again later, I heard Um Walid on the phone. I quickly said, “Um Walid, its Irene!”

Two years ago, I’d been on a vacation trip to Bali in Indonesia, supposed to stay a week in Bali then on to Bangkok and Sydney for another two weeks, I spent all my time in Bali! While hitting the night life in Bali, I’d hooked up with a Brit named George, a nice guy, kept the bed and me warm at night. 

His idea of nightlife was hitting the Brothels, getting drunk and leaving me sitting at one of the tables, that wasn’t going to last long and I’d made up my mind to ditch him that night, when an Arab women, a refugee from one of the obscure wars, Iraq/Iran I think, sat down at my table and introduced herself.  Her name was Mervat Sansur, but everyone called her Um Walid.  She said, “Saba Heer”, I responded “Saba Foul”, meaning roughly may your day be beautiful, with my response, may you have flowers, traditional Arabic greetings I’d learned in Egypt.  “You speak Arabic!” she said in heavily accented English, I said “Of Course!” She laughed and leaning over gave me a big hug. 

She couldn’t have been over 4’8” tall, 40’s but not fat, whip thin actually. Broad Arabic face with high cheekbones, a typical Oriental Nose above a thin mouth, she smiled obviously a child of conquest, I could see a dozen races peering at me through those deep brown  eyes.

She was the owner of the “establishment” and spent the next half-hour trying to convince me to go to “work” for her! While her offer was tempting, $2,000 a week, I really didn’t need the money and it was not a “kink” that turned me on. After a few more drinks I told her what I <span class="caps">REALLY</span> liked. She laughed and said for enough money anything was possible. We became friends, rather an odd couple, but I liked the club, and she liked me, a white girl, unattached, at her table, made for a lot of traffic! I spent the next two weeks there, without George; Um Walid had me over for lunch every day and then would have the girls massage me with oils, delicious. I think she was “buttering” me up to see if I would change my mind. 

On the last night she closed the club and threw me a party, with three snake dancers. They each had Python’s and the party quickly dissolved into an orgy, with me surrounded by Pythons, the girls used their exotic skills to make the night very memorable, I was in heaven. 

Um Walid saw me off at the airport, I think she still had hopes I’d stay. I pressed a $1000 dollars into her hand and walked to the plane. I regretted leaving, another week and I’d probably still be there, and I knew it!

Two years passed and my interest in Vore continued to grow, I knew I was bored and was exploring all sorts of different thrills, searching for something.&nbsp; I found a kindred soul on the net and he helped me clarify my thoughts on my ultimate desire. My life was risky as it was, between sky diving and a brief fling into asphyxia sex. If I was going to die, I wanted to go on my terms, not in some accident. My way was and has been snake or a similar Vore experience. Exposed to Wel (Giant Catfish) Vore through <span class="caps">PD</span> and my friend, I explored the possibilities and realized it could be done, but setting it up wasn’t really practical. 

The Mekong River Catfish were the largest, but impossible to predict or find.

I settled back on my original Snake Vore Fantasy to explore reality. I read about “Fragrant Flower”, a twenty one foot female Python that was in a very rural zoo in Indonesia. It was located in the Curugsewu Recreational Park in Aceh Province. I searched the web for every picture I could find and read the articles and there conclusion that she could swallow a women. I then realized the fantasy could become a reality, a slight chance but there was a chance. I trembled, not in shock, but with the emotional impact to my mind. I decided to call Um Walid.

“Yes Um Walid, it is Irene, did you get my Ramadan Gifts?” Um Walid replied, ‘You always think of&nbsp; me Irene,&nbsp; I was so pleased, I used your generous gift for the girls as you requested, the ones who remember you, told me to thank you, and the new girls asked who you were, they were very pleased. But Irene there must be something on your mind to call me. Have you decided to join us after all?”

There was a hint of hope in her voice, but I said, “No Mervat (her real name) I have something else to ask you about. Do you know about Fragrant Flower, the Python they have in a Zoo on Java Island?”

“You still want to become part of the Snake Goddess, don’t you Irene. Yes I do know about the Flower, she was a God to the Kubu Tribe before they took her to Java. “Did you know that?”&nbsp; Mervat asked me.

“No I didn’t, but yes I still have the desire we talked about. Is it possible?”

“Remember what I told you, money can perform miracles, but it would be difficult to setup, the rural villagers are superstitious and the Zoo vets and administrator’s would have to be paid well, but it just might be possible to “rent” the Zoo for a weekend. To do this for you would cost a great deal and you would also have to perform a favor for me.” Mervat said her voice now in a business tone.

“I’ll let you know about the money, maybe 10 to 15 thousand <span class="caps">US</span> dollars, but you must work for me for a month before the joining.” I agreed.

“Quis Awi (Very Good)” she said slipping back into Arabic, I could feel the excitement in her voice as she continued. “Call me back in a week, Sunday morning, and I should know whether it is possible.”

We talked a little longer but the rest was a blur, I barely realized what I was saying and slowly put down the phone after our goodbyes and curled up on the Leather Sofa, shocked a little at what I’d agreed to.&nbsp; Slowly warmth built it my loins and I thought of the body of Flower her jaws unhinging, spreading to accommodate my body.

30 October Sunday Evening

I called Bali, I spoke to one of the girls, Lucy, she said Mervat wasn’t there, but she would tell here I called.

31 October, Halloween Evening

Everything’s changed. I got a call last night, an unexpected call. Midnight, I wonder if they knew it was Halloween.

I’d been taping my messages

31 October Transcription

“Hello?”

“Irene, Oh I’m sorry did I wake you up?”

“Who is this? And yes, it’s midnight.”

“I’m so sorry but I just had to call you, it’s Jasmine, do you remember me, Mervat is my Aunt.”

“Yes, you were at the club, if I remember.”

Giggling.. “I have some very good news! I’ve been helping my aunt with the arrangements for your trip.”

“You know about my trip?”

“Oh yes, we are all so excited about it, but I must tell you the trip to Aceh  just can’t happen. The flower is sick and the area is not safe.  You do know about the fighting there don’t you?  But I have a friend who has been recruiting girls for  a private estate on an Island north of Java,  when I told him about my problem he said they had a snake there that was bigger than the one in Aceh. He called the owners and they said that  she was over eleven meters long and had eaten long pig, Oh. I’m sorry. He said that  she could eat a woman easily! I was so pleased I had to call you right away.”

“Does Mervat know about this?”

“Yes and she was so pleased with me, she was sick about the problems she had in dealing with those people. These people seem so much nicer, and surprise, they’re Americans!”

“Can I speak to Mervat, please?”

“She’s not here now but she told me to call you, the owners told my friend that she is due to be fed in two weeks but they had that covered so they would need you in mid December. You have to get a physical. They told him that they could set it up through a doctor in Maryland who would send the results directly to them. He’s to call them tomorrow and they will give him the doctor’s name. I’ll call you tomorrow night with his name and when you need to see him. Mervat also told me to tell you that right after they check out the doctor’s report you should come to Bali. Giggling.. Mervat is having a snakeskin costume made just for you, she told me the customers will go wild over it.”

“Snakeskin outfit?”

“Doesn’t it sound great!”

“You set this all up yourself?”

“Yes, I almost forgot, they’re making a big basket for you also,  I can’t wait to see it!”

“You’ll call tomorrow night, I do need to speak to Mervat also then.”

“But she told me to take care of you.”

“Jasmine, I do need to talk to Mervat about this, if she tells me that I’m your responsibility then that is what will happen, if I remember, you were very young when we met.”

“I’m 19, I’ll be 20 next year.”

“Do you know anymore about this private estate?”

“They are very rich, some of the Aussie girls went there for parties, I’ll ask them about it for you. I just know it will be perfect and so much better than that dirty place you were thinking about.”

“Thank you for all your efforts Jasmine,  tomorrow?”

“Yes Irene, I know it will be such a party, everyone in the club is talking about it.”

“Good night Jasmine.”

“No don’t go yet we need a photo and your shoe size.”

“I’ll send one tomorrow to Mervat, I wear a size six”

“Six?”

“American size, I don’t know the metric size.”

Giggling.. “I’ll look it up for you”

“Good night Jasmine.”

Giggling.. “This will be sooo great.”

I hang up.

I do remember Jasmine, a beautiful girl, not really Mervat’s niece, but the granddaughter of Mervat’s Husband. I have a picture of them in my files, I’ll pull it out. He was a Saudi if I remember.

She’s 19 by European counting, 18 by American counting, in Europe you’re one when you’re born and turn two after your first year. She’s eighteen and setting up my being swallowed by a  34’ Python. That’s ten feet longer than the flower, dividing by four,  her stomach is over eight feet long. 

 American’s on a private estate, with a  pet Python. A Private Island. The doctor’s physical, makes this all more real then before. I wish I could have talked to Mervat. I didn’t like Jasmine when I met her in Bali, she’d been kicked out of some private school in America, and took it out on me.

I have the feeling that when the “Fragrant Flower” plan fell through, she called everyone she could to make sure it could happen, it looks like she got lucky, or did I?

Snake skin outfit a <span class="caps">BIG</span> basket? I’ll assume a snake charmer also, and I thought I’d just be on my back for a month. Next they’ll have me marry the snake god.&nbsp; Lighten up Irene… You asked for this…

I guess the giggling got to me, she was so pleased with herself. And I assume she got a big thrill about telling me I was going to be swallowed by a really huge snake through her efforts. I could almost see her in Mervat’s office fingering herself while she told me

1 November Transcription

First call:  11:35 pm

“Hello, Mervat?”

“It’s Jasmine Irene, I talked to the Island people and they…”

“Jasmine I need to talk to Mervat.”

“Well let me tell you the news and I’ll see if I can find her, it’s just so great. You have an appointment with Dr. Chandra Dil on Friday, he’s at the Johns Hopkins Outpatient Center, let me read you the address..”

“Jasmine I’m really getting pissed, I need to talk to Mervat now.”

“But Irene she told me I could do this, I set it up and you’re going to have to deal with me!”

“Jasmine, if I can’t talk to Mervat then I’m not coming.”

“But, please Irene I’ve done so much work, I thought..”

I hang up

Second call: 11:55 pm

“Hello.”

“Hello my dear, Jasmine said you wanted to talk to me, is everything still Ok.”

“No Mervat, it’s not OK, I’m not parading my skinny ass around in any damn snake skin outfit. “

“But you agreed..”

“Mervat I agreed to work the club for 30 days then go to Aceh with the flower, not to be giggled at by an eighteen year old slut who thinks it’s some sort of school project!”

“You shouldn’t talk about Jasmine that way, that bad, bad.”

“I’m sorry Mervat, but these changes have me very upset.”

“Irene how can I make you happy, I only wanted to make you happy.

“I think we should drop the whole idea, I just don’t feel comfortable any more, these American’s, a Private Island, it’s all too much..”

“Irene, you can’t stop now, they paid a fee already, Jasmine has rented a house on the north shore, who’s going to pay for all this?” shouting and crying in the background, Jasmine in the background saying “That bitch, that pig can’t..”

Mervat again “Jasmine go go.. Irene what can I do to make you happy?

“Mervat this has me so confused, it’s my fault and I’ll pay you back..”

“But they paid their fee already!”

“Who?”

“The Ha… the Island people, you have to come?

“Tell them I’m sick and give their money back and send me a bill so I can pay you, is that too hard Mervat.”

Silence

“Mervat?”

“Irene maybe we can work something out, I’ll have the Woman call you.”

“She can call all she wants, but I don’t like this sideshow in Bali.”

“Irene, I’ll have her call you.”

“Goodnight Mervat”

“Don’t be too hasty Irene.

“Goodbye Mervat.”

I hang up

Third Call 1:25 am

“Hello, is this Irene?”

“Hello, what time is it?

“Did I wake you dear, I’m sorry, but Mervat called and she was frantic, something about you about you changing your mind.”

“Who am I talking to?”

“Oh sorry, how rude of me, I’m Cybil, my husband and I own the Island that Mervat and Jasmine told you about.”

“I’m sorry for causing you trouble, but Mervat said I had to work in her club for thirty days before..”

“Oh. She has gone to so much trouble to set everything up, didn’t you promise her..”

“Yes , I did

“My dear let me talk to Mervat, I know I can convince her to make it as easy on you as possible.”

“Well thank you, I appreciate that, but…”

“Irene, what if you came early to the island, would you consider that? I have set up an appointment with a doctor, it’s 10am this Friday, A Dr. Chandra Dil, at the Johns Hopkins Outpatient center..

“Yes I know, just didn’t have the time..”

“Irene you might as well go, if Dr. Dil says you are fine then we can talk. I’ll take care of Mervat, don’t you even worry about it.”

“Ok I’ll see the doctor, let me write down the time..”

“After I get the report, he’ll fax it to me here, I’ll call you, probably Wednesday or Thursday of next week after they get the blood work. Is that Ok?”

“Yes, I’ll see him and await your call next week and thank you again about Mervat.”

“Not a problem my dear, don’t you worry at all, I’ll call next week.”

“Goodnight Cybil”

Laughing, “You sound so sweet, Have a good rest, get back in bed, sorry to wake you, Goodnight.. Irene”

She hangs up

I guess I’ll go into Baltimore on Friday, see the doc, never know my weight loss may be something, haven’t had a physical since Egypt. Can’t hurt and I’ll hear more next week, at least she said she’d talk to Mervat and Jasmine to make it easier… back to bed, damn it’s 3:30

 As I lay down I realized that the only barrier was a doctor’s report. If it was acceptable to Cybil and her Husband, then in 45 days I would be a snake’s meal, already digesting in a snake’s stomach.  Images flood my mind, this is probably the only chance for the release I wanted in the way I wanted it.    

I stared into Mervat’s eyes in the picture I had of her and me together in Bali and considered that this women was now planning to use me in her Brothel for a month, then set-up my being fed to a Burmese Python.  I shivered again, thinking where my fantasy had led me, and the bargain I had struck. Having made the agreement, could I even back out now? I didn’t think so.

4 November Friday:

  Drove down to Hopkins, parked my Mazda and entered the Outpatient center. I scanned the board, located Dr. Dils office and used the elevator to his fifth floor office. Very sterile, just a receptionist and Dr. Dil, the blood sample was taken, then he had me strip, and with the receptionist present, performed a simple body exam. I felt like a cow being checked by the FDA Inspector. He hardly talked at all, when he was finished, I dressed and was quickly ushered out.  I found myself outside the office door before I realized it was over. I looked back as the receptionist closed the curtains and locked the door. I left…

10 November Thursday 11:49 pm

“Irene?”

“Yes.”

“This is Cybil, good news your medical test was excellent, and I was able to convince Mervat to reduce the thirty days to two!”

“Then the fifteenth is still on?”

“Oh. Yes, now you’ll need to be in Bali, Denpasar Airport on the seventh of December, you’ll stay with Mervat then we’ll pick you up on the ninth. That will give you time to enjoy our Island and rest up.”

“Thank you Cybil, two is much better than thirty!”

“Now don’t worry, I’ll mail you the plane tickets, first class of course, now go back to sleep. Pleasant dreams.”

“Good night Cybil”

I hang up

19 November

I’d written all week, stories that were in my mind, raced unto paper. Not knowing was the worst, torn between fantasy and reality I felt each day pass like an eternity.

I picked up the phone and dialed the numbers that were etched into my mind.

It was quickly answered, not by Mervat, but the voice was familiar, “Lucy?” I said. “Yea, whose this?” the Australian girl asked. 

“Irene, is Mervat there?”

“Irene!, everyone’s been talking about you, you really coming to work?” 

“Yes, but just for a few days, is Mervat there?” I asked again. “Sure I’ll get her.” she said as I heard the phone being placed on the table. I heard her call out and an inaudible reply.

“Irene?”, it was Mervat, “Yes it’s me, I…”; “ I do need you here by the Wednesday morning on the seventh.”

“That’s fine Mervat, the 7<span class="ord">th</span> of December will give me enough time to clear everything up at this end, I can’t thank you enough.” My words were hollow and mechanical, my mind racing at the enormity of what was being so cheerfully discussed.

Mervat paused for a second then said, “Cybil can be very convincing.“

“I’ll be there.” I said simply.&nbsp; The tension went out of her voice, as she replied, “Good, I’ll pick you up at Denpasar Airport, let me know what flight you’re taking when you get your tickets, goodbye for now.” and she hung up, cutting the connection.

We finally left Bali, Mervat had set up in Rutu for my “visit”, it’s a seedy town on the north coast of Bali. She’d closed her club in Denpasar and rented a large house in Rutu for the two days. I’d arrived, as planned, on the seventh of December, this was now the tenth of December,&nbsp; she’d gotten her two days and more.

 I was standing at the bow of the boat, Jasmine, my constant companion was by my side. It was good to feel the air on my face, the warm breeze. Mervat had indeed assigned her as my little watchdog.&nbsp; 

Jasmine and her friends had dressed me in the tight snakeskin outfit, they hadn’t told me that my legs would be sheathed by the snakeskin with my arms tied behind my back also enclosed in the snakeskin around my torso. Jasmine braided my blond hair into two braids then curled then up and pinned them around my ears.

The girls placed me into the basket. They tilted the basket up and the music started, they pulled back the curtains and I heard the rustle of the audience packed into the ball room of the house we were in. 

As the flute and drum got louder, I emerged from the basket and there were gasps from the audience, they must of had a hundred people packed in the room, no seats, everyone was standing, some no more then two feet from me on the raised platform.

            I swayed to the flute to cheers from those around me. It was a mixed group dominated by Orientals but including many white faces, scattered amongst them. Their eyes were shining, fascinated by the spectacle that Mervat and Jasmine arranged. Hands reached out to stroke the skin covering my body.  I tripped over, and gasped with the rush and power of the orgasm caused by my humiliation. The orgasm was obvious to the crowd and they pressed closer wanting to touch me.

Mervat and her guards gently pushed the crowd back from me and the curtain closed. The girls pulled me out and laid me on a coach my knees on the floor and my face buried in the pillow on the back of the coach. I heard Mervat say, “We are ready, now the first number is 45.” I heard the curtains part and looking back saw a large Japanese man enter, and drop his pants. He grunted as he entered me, thrusting hard then moaning as he quickly shuddered, his sperm now in me. He stood, touched my back and pulling his pants up left for the bathing pool behind me. Mervat said, “Number 63”.

 I went to another place in my mind, but not far enough to recognize that it wasn’t only men entering me from behind. Toward the end I heard the familiar giggle of Jasmine behind me.

After that the day blurred, the second one was as bad as the first day, most customers wanted me dressed in the snakeskin, ass up. The girls oiled me, and did there best but I was so sore they had to give me shots to dull the pain.

On the ninth of December, after the promised two days, a couple came to the House and I could hear an argument downstairs. I was in an upstairs room, thinking about last  nights “customers”, when I heard the voices raised in disagreement. I opened my door and slowly walked to the railing overlooking the entranceway and saw a handsome tall white man with an elegant, exquisitely dressed white woman beside him. He was saying, “Now, yes right this minute, I need her to recover.”

As he continued arguing with Mervat, the woman glanced up and seeing me smiled and came up the stairs, approaching me she said, “Irene?”

They drove me to a hotel in Denpasar, four of us, Jasmine insisted that she needed to stay with me and they’d finally agreed. They told me we would be on a boat in the morning to their Island and they had room service bring me food, I slept.

December 10th

Awaken early, Mrs. Harrington, she told me to call her Cybil, said, “Irene, come on sleepy head, time for breakfast, a nice English breakfast to fatten you up.” I rolled out of the bed, the best night’s sleep I’d had in a week. Still sore, I dressed slowly and noticed the tray with my breakfast, I ate like a pig, everything tasted like heaven.

I sat on the deck chair of the large cruiser, taking us to Cybil’s Island. I looked toward Cybil who sat to my right and studied her, her hair was a chestnut red cut into a severe pageboy, bangs extending to her brow and hair cut straight below her ears, gray eyes, she was petite, no more than 5 feet tall. 

      She was wearing an Island sarong over a revealing bikini. All I had on was a sarong tied above my breasts empire style. She looked at me and smiled, “Feeling better?” I said “Yes, thank you.” She appeared to be in her early forties, just a slight hint of lines beside her eyes.

“Can you tell me more about the Island?” I tentatively asked.

“Well Irene, since we’re on our way, there shouldn’t be any secrets now. Edward, my husband inherited the Island from his grandfather about ten years ago, we moved here and fell in love with it. You probably want to know about Mya. She’s a Burmese Python Ted’s grandfather had raised from a baby. She’s about 27 years old as best we can determine. Ted dotes on her as well as our kids.”

“Are your children on the Island? “ I asked while realizing I was the same age as Mya.

“Well normally they go to school in the States, the twins are in Vassar, and Michelle is in a boarding school in Vermont. The twins are, Madeline and Margaret, Ted’s little fetish with M names. Maddie, Margie, and Chell, can’t forget Mya, he still treats her as one of the children.&nbsp; They should be arriving on the 13<span class="ord">th</span>, they are just dying to meet you.”

“Can you tell me a little bit more about, well how you’re going to..”

Cybil interrupted me with a laugh, “Of course, how we are going to bond you with Mya. Now that you are part of the family I’ll explain what will happen and why. Mya is getting up in age, Pythons have been known to live 30-40 years in the wild, we think she’ll survive us all with the way she’s pampered, Ted is so careful with her. 

We fed her on live pigs till about five years ago. One of them, the last live one hurt Mya’s jaw with it’s thrashing, we think Mya thought it was crushed, but it wasn’t and started struggling. Ted was devastated and flew in Vets to help her.

She wouldn’t eat dead food, so for a few months we had to feed her smaller live food, but she started to loose weight and turn torpid. Then Ted came up with a way, no it was actually Maddie, she asked if we could put something live inside the dead pigs so Mya could hear the heartbeat and feel the movement. It worked, and Mya started to gain weight again and become active, after six feeding, she was heavier then before and continued to grow. Ted thinks she can reach fifteen meters on her current diet.”

“What do put in the pigs?”

Cybil looked in my eyes trying to prejudge my reaction, then went on “ We use women Irene, we started with Thai’s, daughter’s their families would sell, then found a better supply on Bali, the girls coming in from the small villages to work the brothels, 

Strangely a lot of European girls, thrill seekers I guess. Lately we’ve been getting quite a few Australian girls, but you’re our first American!” she smiled and patted my hand before continuing.

“Ted was so pleased and the girls just had to come back to see it. Did you go to College dear.”

“Yes.” Looking at the further question in her mind I said, “Vassar”

“Oh that’s too sweet, a Vassar Girl, I can’t wait to tell Ted and the girls! A Vassar Girl, Maddie and Margie just won’t believe it! When were you there?”

“I graduated in 2000 but stayed to complete my Master’s in 2002. “

“You were in Grad school when the twins were freshman, they might have met you! Did you teach?”

Dreading her reaction and considering I may have taught her daughter’s I said, “Yes, Freshman English and Composition.”

“They are both Classical Lit. majors, my god they were probably in your classes!” She pulled out a picture showing two stunningly beautiful blond girls, as I studied the pictures they did look familiar, petulant superior smiles. Then it clicked in my brain, twins, the Harrington twins, I was stunned.

“Do you know them?” Cybil smiling her tongue flicking out to wet here lips.

“I’m not sure they’ll remember me but I do remember the twins.“  They had been the ultimate party girls, best sorority, and all the money they needed. I do remember one of them, it was difficult to tell them apart, telling me how much she enjoyed my class. 

“Better and better, it will add to their, and my, enjoyment having known you.”

“Yes, it will be an interesting perspective for them.” Feeling cold I started to shudder with the images in my mind.

“Oh, you’re still not well, why don’t you go back to bed and rest, I’ll get the porter to wake you for lunch. We should be on the Island for dinner tonight, now you rest.”

I had lunch and went to the bow of the boat holding the railing and felt the wind in my hair, I felt so good that when Jasmine can to stand behind me I took her hand and we both watched the sea shining a deep azure before us.

As we approached the Island I realized the fault of my imagination. There were no palm trees, no beach with golden sand. It was a volcanic Island, leaping in green majesty from the sea. We entered a narrow channel, the vertical walls of stone reducing the light above us to a bright line in the green vegetation. Monkeys howled at us as we passed them.

I saw the dock, there was a sand beach and everything had a green glow. There was a tall man waiting for us.

“I called Ted and told him to meet us.” Cybil told me, now standing at my side and waving to the tall man who returned her wave. “Ted, she’s perfect, so darling.” she called.

He smiled, looking at me, I blushed like a school girl at his appraising stare. The crew tied off the boat and we went into a courtyard leading to the house, Cybil on my right and Ted, his hand resting on my shoulder to my left. The house was built into the Island, buried in the living rock.

Dinner was magnificent, but brief, I had to see a doctor again, they drew blood and then had a maid escort me to my room. I removed the sarong, and took a long hot shower. Sleep came quickly.

December 11<span class="ord">th</span>&nbsp; 

A drowsy day, ate in my room and slept. The doctor had given me a mild sedative, said I was exhausted.

December 12<span class="ord">th</span>

By evening I felt like a stuffed pig! When the doctor checked I was down to 46 kilograms (102 lbs.) now I was back up to 106 lbs. 4 pounds in three days. Ted and Cybil took me on a tour this evening, with their children arriving tomorrow and their guests on the fifteenth they said this was our last quiet day. 

  I was never alone, I asked if I could stay on the beach for a little while, did want to be alone with my thoughts, but Cybil insisted she stay with me.

Dreamy, warm, the sea lapping on the shore. I turned to Cybil, “Will I last long in Mya?” 

She laughed, It was strange to hear that New England accent on a woman wearing nothing but a sarong tied at her waist, as I was wearing. “Irene, we leave the ribs in the pigs so the girls usually are not crushed before they enter Mya, Ted says it’s better that way. Feels the girl’s movements help Mya to swallow them and move them into her stomach. And the body surrounding you slows the effect of the digestion on you.”

Placing her hand on my thigh, “ We have tried several experiments over the years, we’ve used a wireless speaker three times. The first two didn’t work out well because the girls were Chinese and very frightened, but last year we used one, Chell had suggested it, on an Australian girl and it worked out very well. Ted placed an air bladder in the pig with her, her last words to Chell were nearly two days after the feeding.”

“Would you like to try that?  Ted recovered the speaker, the bladder was dissolved, but I know he has another.”

“Two days, how did she die?”

“Ted says Mya’s juices ate through the bladder, it was probably best because by then her skin was being digested also.”

Cybil raised her head and captured my eyes, she tilted her head slightly a look of concern on her face.

“Irene in three days you’re going to be eaten by a python and digested in her stomach, most girls are suffocated quickly with little pain.” 

“Cybil, could you get Ted to set up the speaker and air bladder?”

She moved her hand from my thigh to my loins and quickly started a fire that I’d thought would never return after my time with Mervat, “Of course my dear, Chell will be so pleased.”

December 13<span class="ord">th</span>

I stood between Cybil and Ted watching the approaching boat. As it approached I saw&nbsp; Cybil’s children, actually young women, waving to us. Cybil took my hand and squeezed, I looked at her, remembering last night then turned and watched the girls disembark.

Ted had tested the air supply and speaker this morning, He showed me how it would be attached and ran a test with the sound system. I asked him if I could see Mya, but he said that he preferred that we wait till Thursday. 

The twins, taller now, walked up to us, feigning a lack of excitement at who they were going to meet. Maddie kissed her Mothers cheek, while Margie hugged her Father. 

Chell came to me and smiled, a tentative smile, almost as if she didn’t know what to say to me, “You must be Miss Delacorte, Maddie and Margie have told me all about you.”

Without thinking I said to the girl, “Please call me Irene, Miss Delacorte sounds so formal.”

The twins were staring at me as I looked up at there faces, “It is Miss Delacorte!”

They said in unison, “This is so delicious!” Maddie said, while holding her Mother’s arm.

Ted, looking up and seeing the boat crew, said, “Everyone, let’s go back into the house, girls you must be exhausted from the trip.”  Margie said, “We were so excited about meeting Miss Delacorte again, we hardly slept during the entire trip!” 

The crew followed with the girl’s baggage, the six of us leading the procession. In the house, Ted ordered the girls to their rooms to wash up and change. They ran up the stairs, glancing back and giggling as they did. 

 Jasmine came into the room and Cybil sent her after the girls, telling her to introduce herself and help them unpack, she disappeared up the stairs.

Cybil turned to me, and told me to go to my own room to rest till supper, she said I was looking so much better, saying she was very concerned about me.

As I turned to leave, Cybil added, “Irene, the doctor’s report came back today, and he says that you’re fine, luckily you acquired nothing in that dirty place. I’m sure the girls will dote on you, but let them wait till after supper!”

Evening, December 13<span class="ord">th</span>

Supper was a luau, everyone was in sarongs tied at their waists. 

The main course was a large pig that had been shafted, stuffed and was being cooked over a pit as we entered. The smell of the pork cooking, the visual image, caused me to gasp as we entered the room. Maddie and Margie, who had entered with me said almost in unison, “Oh Daddy how perfect!” and broke into girlish giggles.

The girls chattered continuously, but Cybil would glare at them if they brought up the subject of Mya’s upcoming meal.

As the supper ended, Ted stood and said, “Cybil, girls, Irene, I have an announcement&nbsp; to make, as you know this will be a very special event, Irene has consented to help us with Mya, as you know she will be our first American, and last but best (He directed his next comment to Chell) she has agreed to use the speaker and air system that Chell suggested and worked so well.”

Chell gave a little squeak and stood and threw her arms around me, “Oh thank you Irene, I had such great fun the last time, talking to someone inside was Mya was just so so … intense.” Ted then told the girls that I was all theirs till 9pm.

The twins wanted to know why, and repeated how they remembered me as their teacher. Chell just sat beside me giggling at her private thoughts. Feeling a little bitchy at their questions I asked the twins if they would be joining with Mya. The twins looked shocked and told me that there father would never let them. 

As I slept in bed that night, I woke to the door opening and saw Chell come in, get under the covers and snuggle up beside me. She was quickly a small lump&nbsp; warming my back.

December 14<span class="ord">th</span>

My recovery seemed to have been rapid, the food, the rest and the doctoring I’d received seemed to have aided in my recovery. At breakfast the twins asked their Father a favor. Maddie said, “Daddy can we help get Irene ready tomorrow night? We all talked and just thought it would make Irene happier then just having the Kitchen women prepare her.” 

Ted, looking around the table, “All?” 

Her Daddy’s eyes on her, Chell said, “I want to help also!”

Ted looked at me, I nodded slightly and he said, “Well, make sure you keep your sarongs clean, you must be presentable, I have a lot of friend’s coming and..”

The twins squealed and threw their arms around their father, while Chell, sitting next to me hugged me.

I glanced up at Cybil and saw the frown creasing her perfect forehead and thought I saw a little jealousy as the girls hugged their Father.

Ted told the girls to “scoot” and they left the room quickly, chattering excitably about their father’s approval of their request. I started to rise.

Ted said, “Wait Irene, I’ve sent Jasmine to the guest house on the other side of the Island. I thought, after your ordeal, that you would like to know that Mervat agreed to sell Jasmine to us for January.” As he said this he studied my reaction.

“Does she know?”

“No, not yet”

“She’s only eighteen.” was all I could say, remembering how hard she had worked to setup my demise in Mya. Poetic justice was all I could think of, I nodded and Ted took that for acceptance and started to rise.

“Cybil what happens today?”

“Ah, a massage after lunch for both of us, I’m afraid that will be your last meal my dear, then I want you to rest up. I’ll bring the girls by tonight for a while, they say they love being with you. Then I want you back in bed, it will be a long day tomorrow and I want you well rested.”

“Last meal?” was all I got from her comments.

“Of course dear, need your system clean when the girls get you ready!”

The logical part of my mind responded with, “Yes I understand.” I rose and Cybil stood with me and taking my arm, took me back to my room.

The day went as Cybil said it would, a light lunch then a long sensual massage, my body absorbing the warm oils and my tense muscles relaxing with the masseuse’s efforts. A cold shower then up to bed. Cybil woke me at about seven and asked if the girls could come in to my room.

Both Ted and Cybil referred to them as girls, but the twins were 20 and Chell was the same age as Jasmine, 18. Not really girls. They came in and we all sat on the bed together, they asked about my motivation, told me about other feedings they had observed, who was going to be here tomorrow, but they kept coming back to one subject.

Knowing this time tomorrow they would be speaking to me, through a microphone while I was slowly digesting in a snakes stomach they kept asking why I was doing it. Maddie in particular went into a great deal of detail about the preparations for tomorrow, her eyes gleaming as she watched my reaction to her words.

That night after Cybil came in and told the girls, “Enough I want Irene to rest”, they left slowly, as I lay in bed thinking about the day to come I felt the bed shift, thinking it was Chell, I rolled toward her then I felt the bed shift again and realized the twins had joined me instead. They touched and fondled and played my body like an instrument they urged to the highest notes. I responded over and over before falling in an exhausted, warm sleep. As I drifted off I could feel the warmth of their bodies enclosing me.

December 15<span class="ord">th</span>

When I awoke the girls were gone and my stomach was growling.&nbsp; It was 11am already, and throwing my sarong around my waist I left my room and looked over the balcony.&nbsp; Beside Ted, Cybil and the girls there must have been over 30 or more people there.&nbsp; Cybil saw me, “Oh everyone our Guest of&nbsp; Honor, Irene come down, everyone wants to meet you!”

The people looked up at me, mostly middle-aged, but with a scattering of men and women in their 20’s. The people looked like people you’d meet in an upscale resort at a yachting regalia. There conversation buzzed as I descended, the twins meeting me halfway and started to introduce me to people. Cybil came over and grasped my arm and directed me away from the twins, disappointment flared in their eyes.

Cybil, took me around to the rest of the people in the room, quick pleasantries and intense looks. The women were polite but uncomfortable meeting me, the men were very polite and watched my every move.

“Chell!” Cybil called, “Why don’t you take Irene to beach while lunch is served.”

Cybil looked at me and realizing I wasn’t getting lunch I followed Chell out to the beach then told her I wanted to go back to my room and get a shower, she followed me up, showing me a back way that avoided the crowded parlor.

December 15<span class="ord">th</span>&nbsp; 3pm

Trying to ignore my empty stomach, I glanced up as Maddie came in with Margie close behind, she had a tea set on a silver platter, which she set on the table next to the bed. Chell had stayed with me that afternoon. 

“Can I have Tea?” Margie spoke first, ”It’s a special tea, it will relax you and make everything easier.” The twins smiled at me as I drank the proffered “tea”. It was warm and filled the emptiness within me. The effect was quick, I felt a little dreamy and everything around me seemed to soften. 

December 15<span class="ord">th</span>&nbsp; 3:15pm

Maddie looked at me and took my hand, my body followed the gentle tug and Margie took my other hand leading me out of the room and down the backstairs. Rather then leading me back to the beach they took a side door which led to a brightly lit room.

The floor was tiled and the counters were stainless steel, it looked like a kitchen.

“Is this the kitchen?” I said turning to Margie.

“No this is the Prep Room Irene.” she answered smiling at me. At that moment three women, they looked like Indonesians entered pushing a large cart with a very large object covered in a plastic covering. The twins told Chell to leave and she objected but they said they would call daddy if she didn’t. She was angry and said she was old enough to help and wasn’t going to leave Irene. They relented and let her stay but told her to stay out of the way.

The Indonesian women removed the covering from the object on the cart and it was as I assumed a very large pig, but different, it was covered in reddish hair. Margie, her eyes locked on my face said, “it’s a Burmese Pig, Daddy got it especially for you!”

As I watched the three women turned the pig on it’s side. The legs were bound just like the pig we had eaten at the Luau. There was a large slit in it’s belly and I could see as they pulled it open that it had been completely gutted. I stared into the interior of the pig realizing I would be enclosed there shortly.

The women attached what looked like bungee cords to the top on the slit in the belly and stretched the cords attaching them to the far side of the cart. Then they returned to the room they had just come from.

Maddie, her eyes gleaming in anticipation removed my sarong. One of the Indonesian women returned pushing another cart which she maneuvered into a T position in relation to the cart holding the pig. It was aligned with the slit in it’s belly.

Still feeling the effects of the tea, and with the twins holding my arms urging me forward, I walked to the empty cart and felt my bottom come in contact with the cold steel surface. The twins, still holding my arms, urged me unto the cart and reaching down grasped my legs and swung them up on the cart while I swiveled on my bottom. I laid back my head pointed at the opening in the pig’s belly.

Looking up I saw several camera’s with little red lights flashing next to them. “You’re taping this?” I said and Maggie leaned over me and said, “It’s also on the big screen in the next room, so everyone can enjoy the experience.”

Chell came over and inserted an ear plug into my right ear and taped a speaker to around my throat. “Say something Irene.” she said.

“Chell is this..” I stopped as I heard the amplified words coming from a speaker in the room. I looked over at Chell but she had moved away and the twins were on either side of me now. They placed a tube into my mouth and strapped the air bladder  between my breasts.

The twins had tubs of rendered pig fat, they applied the fat to my body then had me roll onto my side, face, and side while covering my body. The fat was warm and their hands smoothing it all over my body was a pleasant sensation. They moved to the pig and coated  the opening and interior with the same pig grease. Returning the twins had me place my hands crossed over my body and extending to my thighs. 

“Now this is the hard part.” I heard one of the twins say as she and her twin grasped my legs and bent them forward in contact with my chest. “Chell, while we hold her legs get the band and slip it over her butt.” Margie said.

The effect of the tea was starting to wear off and I realized my position, Chell had gotten the band on and with the twins help it was now around my legs clamping my arms in front of me with my hands extending past my bound legs while I was balanced on my back. The girls rolled me on my side, I looked up and saw the stretched belly of the pig before me. 

Maddie went to the pig and I realized the head was only attached to the pig at the top, she rotated the head back. Then returning started to slide me along the oiled cart to the pig’s belly.

Margie said to me as they moved me closer to the pig, “We measured the interior, you’ll be a perfect fit!” My mind, the effect of the tea wearing off completely started to realize fully what was happening, this was real, these girls were going to stuff me in a pig. I knew what was going to happen, Cybil had told me in exact detail what was going to happen, the twins and Chell had told me what was going to happen in during our evening chats. They wanted very much to tell me every detail, their faces reflecting their excitement at telling me what was going to happen. But it was now happening! I started to struggle as much as I could considering the bindings holding me. I looked over at Maddie, her arms pushing me slowly forward, she bent close and said, “Too late now Miss Delacorte, you’re just another little piggy!” 

My head reached the opening and entered the pig’s belly. The girls turned me as they pushed forcing my head into the chest cavity. It was a tight fit and I heard Maggie tell Chell to get the kitchen women to help. After a few moments the hands pushing increased and I started to slide into the interior of the pig again.

My head emerged from the neck opening as my feet slipped into the belly and the hands maneuvering me adjusted my position inside the pig. I was lying on my side, as was the pig, my head protruding from the neck and my feet and hands touching the back of the opening. Chell came around the cart and looked at me, “Are you Ok?” she asked, I stared at her, the enormity of my position, and the possibility of my being <span class="caps">OK</span> caused me to assuage her concerns. Not believing the words coming from myself I said, “Don’t worry Chell I’m just fine.” Her face lite up and she seemed so pleased that I was fine!

I heard Maggie, she seemed to have taken charge, tell the kitchen women to sew up the belly opening while she told Maddie to help her with the head. I could feel the motion of the flap covering the belly closing then the start of tugs as they sewed me into the belly.

The twins grasped the head and moved it forward, back to it’s normal position relative to the pigs body. It’s movement slowly covered my head and with a final push was completing covering my head. I opened my eyes and saw that the pig’s eyes were removed and I could see through the resultant opening. All I could think about was that I was truly looking through a pig’s eye, or eyes in this case.

Maggie then told the women to sew the pigs head up to secure it to the body. Again I felt the tugs of there needles closing the last opening.


December 15<span class="ord">th</span>&nbsp; 3:50 pm

Chell, speaking to me through the ear phone did a check on the speakers again. With the women completing the sewing of the head, they all rotated the pig, and me inside, onto its bound feet. 

I heard a door open then Cybil’s voice, “Girls you did a perfect job, you’re daddy’s so pleased and all the guests were remarking on how well you did it.” I heard her footsteps and she looked into the missing eyes of the pig, I stared back and she said, “You did so well Irene, thank you, I hope you’re enjoying this as much as we all are.”

I started to say something but realized the speaker was off, “Your blue eyes are the same color as the pig’s were, fascinating, Oh we had to cut off the speaker, Chell will&nbsp; turn it on in a when she returns, no wait I’ll just put it on local.”

Cybil left my line of vision, I could hear her tell the girls to bring out Mya’s meal at 4:30, that should be enough time for her to consume her meal and still get ready for supper at 6 pm. Cybil continued telling them to wash up, change their sarongs and be back ready to bring the pig out at 4:30. The girls left, but Cybil stayed. I heard her call back the kitchen help and had them grease the skin of the pig to make it easier for Mya. 

The interior of the pig was still warm, my body was making it warmer, then I felt a hand reach through the rear of the pig and start to caress my clit. The position I was in left access to my loins for the questing hand. It was Cybil, I pressed against her hand and used my own, inserting a finger into my pussy to increase the intensity of the building fire in my loins.

The door opened again, I thought it was the girls, but realized it couldn’t be. I saw Ted in front of me staring at the eye holes of the pig. “Damn, they forgot the lenses, at least&nbsp; they remembered to sew up the mouth. You keep working her Cybil, I’ll get the lenses and our surprise.”

As Ted snapped in glass lenses into the pig’s eye sockets he spoke to me, “Need these to keep the stomach acids out of your eyes, don’t want you to miss anything, now the camera and <span class="caps">LED</span> light.” I felt a pressure on my face as Ted inserted the mini camera in one of the pig’s nostrils and a compact <span class="caps">LED</span> light in the other. He then lifted his face and looked at me through the lenses. “This way we’ll see what you see, and I just can’t wait to see you enter Mya’s stomach.”

“How long will the batteries last ?” asked Cybil, maintaining her hands questing pressure now inside of me. “The batteries are no problem, we’ll probably get to watch her excreted in about a month! Won’t the girls be surprised!” Coming again, with another fire building on the last, his words didn’t really register to me at first. But as I trembled from the effect of the last orgasm I realized I’d be able to see the inside of Mya’s stomach with the <span class="caps">LED</span> Light and the fitted lenses.

“Yes, oh she’s going over again, you should feel how hot she is Ted.”

With the speaker now on local I heard the door opening and Cybil saying, “Good I’m glad you’re early Maddie, you keep her going while I wash up.” Withdrawing her hand from the pig’s anus and my soaked labia she said, “God I’m soaked to the wrist, Maddie you had better use a glove.”

  I then felt a gloved hand, smaller but just as active probing my vulva then slipping fully in and stoking the interior, hitting my most sensitive interior parts while I continued stoking my clit.

December 15<span class="ord">th</span>&nbsp; 4:25 pm

I was shaking continuously now, Margie had replaced Maddie, then Chell had taken over for her, each with a different technique but with the same result. I was gasping and my mind was a blur as another wave took hold of me.

“Chell, you can stop now, get washed up we only have a couple of minutes, Maddie, switch on the house speaker, and let’s get ready.” I caught my breath as the probing ceased. Margie told Maddie to put the tape over the ass of the pig closing off that last opening, I was on my own now, all openings sealed. 

As the girls took hold of the cart and started moving it toward the doors leading to the parlor I continued my own efforts and could feel an even stronger explosion starting in my loins.

The door opened and I emerged into a room full of people, each watching the girls pushing Mya’s meal. The words were muffled, with fragments drifting through, but I could tell they&nbsp; were praise for Ted and Cybil and the show they were putting on.

The cart turned and I observed through the lenses an approaching wall, suddenly the wall split horizontally, part moving down and part moving up and I saw Mya. I heard music in the background and could see Ted reach down in front of me and see a portion of the Plexiglas, that was revealed when the walls moved, slide open in front of me. 

Mya, un curled from the log she was resting on, moving her great bulk to the entrance, and Ted said, “Quickly now tilt the cart!” I felt it rise behind me and was sliding through the wall opening.

I could feel Mya quickly surround me with coils and start probing for my head. My heart, now pounding in my chest told her that her prey was alive and she tightened her coils to crush that life before she consumed her meal. Even with the pigs ribs protecting me I could feel the crushing power of the coils. I stared through the pig’s eyes and saw head jaws engulf the pigs and my own head. The light was on and illuminated the future passage ahead of me. A voice came over the earplug, Chell, “This is so great Irene we can see what you see, everyone can see!” Through the earplugs I could hear gasps and shouts in the room beyond.

The coils held me still as the jaws continued there expansion and pulled me deeper into her. My eyes could see the opening to her stomach part from the pressure of the pigs head, and could then see the stomach beyond, not dark but glistening in the light. It was a deep red, a blood red and I could see the juices flowing over the surface forming a, for now, small pool in the base of her stomach.

Another blast hit me and I shuddered uncontrollably inside the pig’s body. I could actually feel the jaws engulfing me, now halfway down the pig’s throat. My head was fully into the stomach, my vision blurring as the stomach acid coated my lenses. The voices in my ears constantly changed, the twins, Chell and others, but I continued to convulse and could not talk through the now continuous orgasms shaking my soul.

The jaws closed behind me, I could feel the pressure relaxed on my back and only the muscles of the glottis and the peristaltic movement of the muscle walls pulling me in further gave me a sense of motion. I could see the stomach walls parting as I slid further in, must be most of the way past the opening to the stomach now, a minute left and I would be fully into the snake’s belly. My seared mind laughed at the image that came into my mind, I was in a belly that was in a belly.

Suddenly I sensed the motion of Mya lifting her head, as the blood rushed to my head I realized that she was preparing for the final swallowing of her prey. As I awaited the final drop into the stomach acid, my vision gone as the acid ate at the lenses, I knew that Ted and Cybil’s friends would have a better view through the camera then I would. Even hung upside down I continued to search my body, hands probing for another expression of my&nbsp; hunger for the ultimate release. 

I didn’t drop in but rather Mya’s head came down abruptly and hit the floor of her feeding room with enough force to stun me momentarily. Then I felt myself being thrust from side to side and rolling with Mya’s thrashing. Through the earplug I could hear Ted screaming, “Damn, Goddammit, get the cage open.”

I could then feel myself moving within the snake again as something pushed from my rear forcing me further into the glottis. But Mya spasmed and through the earplug I could hear a scream, “Ted, oh someone get Ted out of there!”

Another violent movement ended with her head crashing into the log she was recently lying on, it worked to loosen me in the pig’s body and I could feel myself slip completely into the stomach chamber.

The thrashing had dislodged the air bladder, I could no longer find the nipple to provide the air to keep me alive inside Mya as she consumed me. Disappointed at the withdrawal of this final experience, I heard Chell’s voice over the earplug, “Irene Mya’s hurt, Oh she’s hurt and daddy is hurt, can you hear me?” Shocked by her words and feeling no movement around me I started to reply but lack of breath only allowed a small sigh as I sensed motion again.

December 16<span class="ord">th</span> 4 am

“She’s waking Mama!” I heard Chell say. I was dead, I knew I was dead was all I could think, I’m being digested by a Giant Python, I’d seen it’s stomach, my final resting place, what am I hearing? I couldn’t make myself open my eyes.

A hand drew back my right eyelid and a face, Cybil stared at me. “Can you talk?”

She said, her voice husky and her eyes bloodshot.

I tried, “Where am I, I’m dead, what happened?”

“Chell you stay with her and see if you can get any of the soup in her, I’ll get the doctor.”

My mouth help open, soup filled my mouth and I swallowed. A small pinch on my arm and I saw the doctor beside me holding a now empty syringe. 

December 16<span class="ord">th</span>&nbsp; 7pm

I awakened again and could tell the small lump beside me was Chell, snoring lightly her arm over my chest. I took her arm and placed it on her side and sat up in the bed. Dressing I surveyed the room I never expected to see again, I looked into the mirror and saw the body I thought would have been consumed by Mya, never to be seen whole again. I dressed and opened the room door, closing it softly so as not to disturb the sleeping girl.

I walked down the steps into the parlor, looking at the wall to the right where I had been so recently fed to Mya. The walls were closed, then I saw Cybil across from me.

 “Cybil what’s happened?” I asked.

“Mya’s dead Irene, the pig got stuck halfway in her throat and as she thrashed to free it she crashed into the log and died.”

“You cut me out?” knowing it must be true, then remembering some of what happened I added before she could reply, “Is Ted alright?”

“Ted has a broken arm and a slight concussion.” her voice was flat and toneless.

Her face paler then I’d seen it before, the lines accentuated by stress said in the same flat voice. “Ted and the twins wanted to bury you with Mya, but Chell had a fit, had two of the guests cut you out while the doctor looked after Ted”

“And you Cybil”, her eyes flashed, “I’d have left you there it’s what you wanted wasn’t it?”

“Damn, we loved Mya like a daughter , get yourself something to eat Irene, the kitchen is behind you, you remember the kitchen don’t you…”

Turning away from her anger and grief I went into the kitchen, now transformed from the processing room into a kitchen again. I saw one of the Indonesian women, as she saw me she crossed herself and stared like a frightened deer.

“Do you have any food?” she stood quickly went to the next room and quickly returned with odds and ends of the supper planned for the night. I sat down to eat, hunger a living presence within me, the women left the room after she set the food down, I was alone.

December 17<span class="ord">th</span>&nbsp; 7 am

I watched the Island receding into the ocean my experiences having shaken me. The twins had been very cool to me and Ted and Cybil had me sign a confidentiality statement and told me to never mention what happened. Michelle was the only one to say goodbye. She had asked before I left, “Irene did I do right, everyone was so mad at me?” 

“Thank you Michelle, you did right.” I hugged her 

As we neared the exit of the channel leading into the sea, I walked slowly into the wheelhouse and approaching the Captain asked if he could stop and let me speak to Mrs. Harrington on the radio.

“Cybil, I’m ready to come back.”

“Ah. Ted was right, let me tell him quickly.” there was a pause, just a minute maybe, then, “Everything’s ready for you Irene, I’ve sent Chell to her room with a sedative, but everyone else will be here.”

Her demeanor had changed, through her voice I felt a relief, I asked the captain to return me to the Island. He called the Island then turning the boat he returned.

The colors were the same, the deep green, the mist rising as the heat of the tropical sun raised the temperature rapidly. They were waiting at the dock.

Ted had his arm in a sling and a purple bruise colored the right side of his forehead, the twins were quiet as Cybil took my arm in hers and led me into the entranceway. It was surreal, my thoughts again drifting into the abyss of oblivion awaiting me. I was dressed in my traveling clothes, as we stood in the parlor, the wall of the cage, now closed facing me, the girls slowly undressed me, their eyes again shining.

I had on a light tropical suit, white linen jacket, skirt, a white blouse&nbsp; a light cream traveling bra, silk panties, garter belt ,white stockings clipped to the garter belt and white heels.

As the girls removed the last of my clothing I raised each foot as they removed my stockings and&nbsp; the heels. Nude I faced Ted, his face still reflecting his loss, but now ameliorated by my willing posture.

The girls again at each arm held me, Cybil too placed her warm hand on my shoulder. Ted pressed the button and the walls slide up and down to reveal the snakes abode, I could see Mya’s body, the head bruised and on her belly a gaping wound were I had been removed from her body. Ted motioned to the girls as he opened the entrance to the cage and I entered with a gentle tug on my arms urging me forward. 

Once inside, Ted activated another control and a portion of the floor opened and revealed a pit, a bone filled pit. I could smell the girl’s excitement as they then led me back to Mya, no one speaking.

Without being told I kneeled in front of the opening in Mya’s belly. I ran my hands over the wound leading to her belly. Glancing up, Cybil nodded and said, “Yes, Irene, you’re were you should have been.” Tilting her head she looked toward the opening and back at me the redness in her eyes now matching the flush on her cheeks. 

I entered, the cavity was still warm with the tropical heat in the cage, the pig I had formerly been ensconced within was gone and the belly still pliable. I glanced back my eyes taking in the legs of the twins as they closed the gap. The walls of the stomach closed in as they strapped the wound closed, compressing me again in Mya.

I pulled my legs up and moved my arms across my chest, duplicating my former<span class="widont">&nbsp;</span>posi