The Black Deeds of Yolie

Spring came early in the sleepy town of Yahvon in the far south of England, where the sunshine was forever present and magnificent white swans soared across the pale blue sky. It was a gorgeous little town, inhabited by the friendliest people in the entire country, home to the second largest forest after the new forest in Hampshire, Elderberry. Ancient as it was, the armies of conifer, pine, spruce and redwood trees made up the bulk of the town, providing a source of exploration and adventure for people of all ages, regardless of desired hobbies.
    She rose from her bed like a reverse in the law of gravity, limply waving her arms in defilement as she moaned with displeasure. The alarm was ringing, as seven 'am' read on the digital screen, one of her eyelids weakly opening as she looked upon the time. It was time to go to school, the worst possible thing she could've known at that moment in time. Shannon was unlike most other girls, yes she was svelte and lithe and beyond curvaceous, sporting a head of rich, black hair that tickled her smooth shoulder blades, but she was quite dark at heart. Even as she leapt from the warmth of her bed sheets and walked into the bathroom to clean her teeth, shadows followed her. Shannon had been born with a most unusual gift, to attract the forces of evil from all around.
    Indeed, she had given her family a lot of unwanted grief over the years, and now as she broke into her late teens, was just about to ready to move out and leave them in peace. It was her final week at Testbourne, her school that was special in that it only accommodated the super-rich. Her garb consisted of a plain white shirt, fitted loosely around her slender waist, a blue and black tie that flowed like liquid down her chest, and a pair of tight black trousers that accentuated her buttocks rather nicely.
    "Shannon, come down immediately!" her ears were strained as her mother's voice bellowed through the hallway and into her bedroom, before she continued. "There's something on the news about an escaped python".
    A…python? Escaped? Surely not. Thought Shannon as she moved across the bathroom and wiped her face clean with a small, black towel. Her pert lips, fair cheeks and petite demeanour were quite lovely to look upon, however she was renowned at school for being quite the audacious type, getting into trouble for cyber bullying, amongst spreading rumours.
    One of the school's brightest and most infamous students, Emma Thompson, had recently died from an unknown cause, and the funeral was to be held later on today.
    The black-haired teen had made a few unkind comments here and there about the way the deceased girl looked during her life, but surely that wasn't enough ground to hold her responsible for her rather untimely death? She struggled to clear her thoughts as the running water of the tap flowed into the pale sink and down the steel drain, making a plunging sound before Shannon turned off the light and closed the rosewood door behind her.
    She quickly grabbed her black blazer, satchel bag and phone and sprinted downstairs.
    "Mum, what's the problem?" she asked as she brushed herself up a bit more, entering the living room.
    Shannon's emerald-green eyes were drawn to the back of her mother's head as she looked at the television screen intently. There was something about locking doors and shutting windows, preventing the escaped python from entering houses and causing potential harm.
    "It's this…python, I think we've seen it before…" Kara replied as she turned around, a look of worry riddled across her hidden face. The middle-aged woman wore a facemask, a thick layer of green goop that would apparently allow her to reminisce in the old days of her youth once more. Shannon knew that this was folly, for how could such a cheap, nonchalant invention ever make it to stardom?
    "Turn that thing off and come have breakfast, you look ridiculous," the young teenager laughed before a deep sigh escaped her small, rosy parted lips.
    "What can I say? It works like a charm," Kara smiled as she left the tough, leather sofa and walked into the chrome kitchen. Unemployed, the mother of the house was waiting for a slot to open up, but in the mean time she was resigned to staying in the comfort of the indoors, away from the buzzing activity of the working environment she had grown to adore.

    It wasn't long before Shannon was out of the door like a mouse, scampering into the outdoor world and catching the same yellow bus that passed down her street every day. It was pleasantly warm, the rich vain of the prolonged summer sending goosebumps across her skin. Everyone was laughing and throwing paper airplanes around the bus, picking on kids with glasses they aptly named 'four-eyes' before hitting them with their winged creations of humility. There was a stunning contrast, with the bullies and jocks at the back, nerds at the front and glamour girls in the middle. However the rich girls, all three of them, sat together just behind the nerds, away from the peering eyes of the 'popular' girls.
    Shannon quickly moved along the small corridor between the foam seats and sat besides her two friends, Elise and Vera.
    "How are you holding up today, Vera?" the black-haired teenager asked as she placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder, feeling the soft material of her yellow shirt.
    "Better, or at least…better than I was," the tall girl replied with a forced grin, the thin strands of her silky, ash-brown hair flowing in front of her ears as she adjusted her brown leather bag across her shoulder. She was only a year younger than Shannon, but she was exceptionally talented in that she was already published. Her wonderful work ‘The Tales of Yolie’ was published by HarperCollins and was becoming the best-selling piece of fiction in the country, soon to be the world. After the sudden, mysterious death of her twin sister, Emma, Vera had been battling insanity and the embrace of death by spending as much time as she could with her black-haired friend from the year above.
    "I think you'll be…" started Fiona as a sudden jolt caused all of the students to scream and hurtle forwards towards the glass window at the head of the yellow bus.
    Shannon felt the air punched from her lungs as she smacked her head against the banister, falling unconscious as she slipped into darkness. The last thing she heard was the terrible screams of the student as the bus rocketed in the air, collapsing into the dirty water of the river below, smashing the glass windows and filling up whatever space was available. Bubbles rose to the surface, the murky water clouding everything as the students screamed like a bunch of monkeys on drugs.
    There was a terrible explosion as the engine filled with water, the driver quickly drowning as he was dragged to the bottom of the river. Vera and Fiona hung onto the railing on the roof of the bus as they choked and spluttered; their hair matted down against their necks as they breathed heavily. The yellow school bus had swerved on the road, breaking through a barrier and straight into the deep waters of the River Yahvon below. Armies of giant seaweed and other aquatic plant life soon entered the bus as the air was forced out like a popping balloon in the vacuum of space.
    To their immediate horror, something else entered the bus, the flickering lights only adding to the fearful atmosphere, as the students looked upon a large dorsal fin break the surface. Vera slowly looked down at her wrist as she spotted droplets of blood fall from the open wound and into the briny water, and formed an expression of pure terror upon realising she had attracted a shark.
    The fin was as black as night, pointed like a freshly sharpened knife and extremely tough to the touch. Everyone began to clump together as the shark circled, a pocket of air remaining available as the head of the bus landed on a large, moss-covered rock, stabilising it for the time being. They all knew that it would be looking for stragglers, as sharks never attacked a large group of prey in fear that it might jeopardise its life.
    Vera slowly dipped her head and looked under the surface, much to the dismay of her friend who hung on tightly, her fingers squeezing the metal bar of railing. She saw the most heart-tearing sight of her life, that of an enormous bull shark as it opened its mighty jaws wide and swum around in slow circles. It was often said that sharks could smell a drop of blood in an entire ocean from over a hundred miles away, such was the sensitivity of their senses. Acute and highly evolved killing machines, sharks had been patrolling the waterways of the world for well over four hundred million years.
    "Tell Shannon I'll see her in the afterlife," Vera gently planted a soft kiss on her friend's cheek as she gave a sad smile, dropping beneath the surface as Fiona erupted in a chorus of screams.
    Underneath the dark surface, the pregnant bull shark saw an opening, a lone human swimming towards her as the bus began to tip towards the bottom of the river. Even under the water Vera could tell that the lives of thirty students were about to end, if she didn't do anything about it of course. She eyed the shark directly; the black orbs of lifelessness tearing into her very soul as she narrowly missed the biting rows of razor-sharp teeth and made her way towards the drivers seat.
    The ash-brown teenager was like a dolphin through the water, slicing her way into the front of the bus and turning the engine to maximum, causing another, even greater explosion as the bus suddenly flew towards the surface. But as it did so, Vera was left in the open water, completely defenseless – and the shark knew it as well. There was an unusual moment where the shark seemed to understand that the young woman had given up and was awaiting the killing blow, but rather than tear her limb from limb, the pregnant bull opened her might jaws and took Vera in one gulp. A few pockets of air travelled towards the surface as the survivors found themselves stranded on a small island of sand where a few trees grew.
    Fiona continued to search for her beloved friend, but as one of her tiny black plimsoles bobbed on the surface, she knew that Vera was no more. Of course she was still alive, passing down the extremely tight and powerful gullet of the monstrous shark as she found herself packed in the belly, a foul smell of rotting fish wreaking havoc on her nostrils as her entire body was coated in a soup of white liquid. Little did she know, that a shark’s digestive system was extremely slow and it would take a matter of weeks for her to be digested completely and turned into nothing but nutrition for this apex predator of the river.

    Meanwhile, not far from the bus-wrecked, drenched group of students stranded on the small island, circled by hungry sharks, a young auburn-haired girl walks through the forest, dressed in her smartest uniform. She was only young, but an exceptional beauty in the making, sporting a lovely curved figure and a pair of grey-blue eyes that resembled that of the white clouds that hovered above. Yolie was her name, the last surviving family member of the Thompsons', who were renowned across Yahvon for their generosity and kind nature. She was also the youngest member of the scattered family, but by far the smartest. However she and Vera were not orphaned by the recent deaths of their parents, for the wealth of the Thompson family was endless and therefore she was under the watchful eye of the bank, allowing them to live their lives without the worries of finance and housekeeping. She wasn't aware that she was now alone in the cruel world; Yolie had cut through the forest to get to school without the hassle of taking the school bus.
    Having recently fallen out with her older sister, Vera, the brightly clad girl opted to find her own way to school that day. She didn't realise the gravity of her mistake, as something slithered through the decaying undergrowth in hot pursuit, tracking her down as the molecules were absorbed into the Jacobson's organ above the cerebral cortex.
    After escaping the prison of a nearby Zoological Park, the 8.9m long Asiatic Reticulated Python made her way into the freedom of Elderberry Forest, content on evading recapture. It wasn't in her nature to remain an object of humility, trapped within a small box for the remainder of her mortal days. A proud and ancient serpent, she slipped into the wilderness unseen and unheard, like the whisper of the breeze that caused the trees to shake and their leaves to rustle against one another. Her scales were black and brown, a zigzagging pattern racing along her body and ending at the tip of her tail.
    Daisy was her given name, but she had no appreciation of the human term and therefore was ecstatic as she made herself a new home deep within the bowels of the forest. It was a hole dug by her, a place where she could keep warm and safe from the brutal, temperate climate of Southern England. As she was humongous in size, it took her longer than she would've liked to heat up in the pale sun, basking on a rock for over five hours just so she could remain active for three. It was a waste of the mighty serpent's time.
    She was like liquid slipping through the forest, her excitement increasing with each passing moment as she tracked her latest meal down. Yolie was completely oblivious of course, being so young and clueless to the dangers of the environment enveloping her, yet the rustling sound soon pricked her ear canals. The tiny girl swivelled on her own two feet, as it got closer, as if teasing her, coming from all directions as her heart began to sprint inside her chest, demanding to be free from the fear of it all. Adrenaline surged around her body, her grey eyes widening as she stood still, the numbing pain of terror forcing her muscles to become lax and somewhat resistant to her commands.
    In the blink of an eye, Shannon came hurtling from the undergrowth, destroying a bush in her wake as she yelled before crashing into the young girl. Yolie was astonished, but somewhat relieved that someone she knew, rather than a wild boar had smothered her.
    "Yolie? No…you have to leave now!" the black-haired teenager screamed at the top of her lungs as a pair of recurved jaws lunged from the foliage and clamped onto her shoulder.
    There was a brief moment where the two exchanged words before the massive constrictor ambushed Shannon. The teeth sliced into her naked shoulder as she was forced to the ground, the weight of the serpent keeping her pinned before her body was twisted in circles, the looping coils entwining her tightly as they dwarfed her petite frame. Yolie gasped as she cupped her mouth, darting behind a bush as she watched the grotesque scene unfold.
    The massive python had paused for a brief moment as she saw another prey item enter the scene, and noticed that she offered more meat and mouth-watering beauty than the younger, smaller girl who quivered in fear. Hissing loudly, saliva slapped onto Shannon's shoulder as she was spun round and round, a flurry of black filling her eyes as her own silky hair waved in front of her pale face, the mass of tight, chubby coils working to bind her and force her to submit.
    An avid snake lover herself, Yolie knew that there was no way for Shannon to escape her coming, inevitable fate and therefore calmed down, withdrawing a camera from her bag and turning it on. The red light didn't deter the python as she smothered poor Shannon in her embrace, four fat coils squeezing tighter as Shannon's naked body felt the force of the bands of pure muscle clench tighter. The belly scales tickled her exposed tummy as a prolonged hiss filled her ears, the her perky, bouncing breasts pushed firmly against her body as the pressure increased. She had already begun to feel the air forced from her scorching lungs, for there was not a single moment where she wished she couldn’t breathe. Now here she was, trapped in the frightening embrace that would surely ensure her death.
    Yolie was beside herself, growing more and more excited as the python toyed with its prey, her hands trembling as the rushing excitement plagued her tiny, delicate body.
    This is so…unusual; look at her naked, gorgeous body being dominated by such a superior member of the food chain. Pondered Yolie, as she made sure to get a good view of the proceedings.
    She knew exactly what was happening, the python's coils were constricting Shannon so that she would either pass out from exhaustion or simply become too weak to resist. There was no hope for her now, the coils were simply too large too many, and her strength was outmatched.
    The victim, now under heavy constriction, was absolutely, positively, petrified. She had been stripped naked after surviving the crash into the river as she refused to suffer from pneumonia, how fitting that she was about to suffer a fouler fate. Her slender arms were pinned to her soft sides like twigs, held in place by the coils which slid over one another like rough sandpaper, gradually forcing more air from her body as she looked into the sky, a puff of air being seen as it escaped her pale, parted lips.
    Even she realised the gravity of her mistake running into Yolie, for she had inadvertently caused her death by delaying her movements.
    It was Yolie who had sealed her fate, and not the enormous serpent.
    The python herself was overjoyed, having successfully captured a meal, which would keep her going for another year or so. Such was the slow rate of digestion that a python could easily survive for a whole year without having to feed again. The black-haired primate was an acceptable prize, her giant coils crushing any remaining hope of escape as Shannon coughed and groaned, her teeth gnawing against one another as the power of the constriction only increased.
    The python's devilish forked-tongue tickled the top of her nose as the python slowly slithered behind her head, a guttural hiss escaping her windpipe as Shannon was forced to experience the foul breath of her captor. This was the end, she rightfully surmised. Everything she had done in her life, all her hopes and distant dreams…vanquished, her true fate lying directly with this mother of the snakes who only wanted to feed.
    As the coils kept squeezing, she saw in the corner of her wide eyes the head of the python carefully slip past her ear, licking it as she did so and finally come around to the summit of her pretty head.
    Yolie's heart raced as her breathing quickened significantly.
    Finally, she was about to witness a snake actually eating a human-being.
    "Wonderful," she mumbled as she crawled from her current position to a more favourable one about two meters away from the unfolding drama.
    As Shannon spotted the yellow garb of Yolie's uniform, hope appeared, for she believed that the tiny girl would aid her in the deteriorating situation.
    However she was met with the most horrific set of mouthed words imaginable; you're going to be snake chow, swallowed whole and fucking digested.
    The over sexualised style of Yolie's soft, rosy lips moving up and down was enough to send Shannon's heart into the void of despair. Her fate was assured; she would give everything she was to this python, right down to her bones — soul.
    The python began to warm her jaws up by stretching them out. It had been a while since she fed and wasn't about to fail in swallowing her newest belly companion whole. Her stomach ached and grumbled as it anticipated new company; at long last, after a year of waiting, it was about to be filled again.
    Yolie's fingers throbbed as she struggled to contain her excitement, the camera shaking as she witnessed the python slowly extend her mighty jaws and take the first baby step in consuming the unfortunate teenager whole.
    As piping hot saliva trickled across Shannon's sweaty, salty forehead, her green eyes shot wide open, a scream turning into nothing but a feeble groan as the coils tightened to inflict discipline, reminding her of her role. The exploring tongue was all over the girl's face, lolling across her cheeks, as she tasted the sweet nectar of salty sweat built up from her prey's terror. She enjoyed feasting off the fear of her prey, adoring their desperation as they faced the end of their lives. It gave her no greater pleasure than to smother Shannon’s crown in her mouth as she began to wrap around her eyes.
    Shannon struggled to blink as her eyes drooped, and she managed one more glimpse of the outside world that she would never seen again. Her orbs rotated to look at Yolie one last time, which was sweating from the sheer excitement of it all.
    Goodbye, snake food…I'll see you in about ninety years when I've got children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren to call my own. You won't be remembered; I’'l erase every single evidence of your existence.
    Those were the last words mouthed to Shannon as the stretching jaws, wrapping around her entire head as the coils tightened and loosened in methodical patterns, finally covered her eyes. It wasn't so much a case of squeezing her now, it was more to keep her trapped. Besides, the python could ill afford to potentially damage her ultimate prey, she was at least deserving of that. Her eyes closed for a moment as she felt the pelting warmth of inner fluids covering her eyelids, a horrible squishing sound filling her overworked ears, evidently the python enjoying her meal.
    She could feel the interior of the python's mouth and soon, the throat as her face was taken inside. The damp, putrid fluid soaked her nose and a truly ghastly odor filled each nostril, almost causing her to vomit right there and then. However the further she travelled, the more disgusting her little…adventure became. At last her mouth was lost, closing it shut to prevent any of the foul liquid from entering and causing her further sickness.
    A rushing whirlpool of torturous thoughts had since infested the deep confines of her mind, whispers of death floating around like a lingering mist as Shannon whimpered. She tried desperately to move her arms, to twitch her fingers and wiggle her toes, but the coils were insistent and remained tightly woven around her naked, goddess-like body.
    Yolie had put the camera on a tripod; her excitement proving too great as she slowly slipped her hand down her smooth, young belly and opened her trousers a bit. The smell of her young juices was perhaps a drug to a pedophile, but Yolie couldn’t care less, she was so aroused by what she saw. It was perhaps the first time she had felt the anticipation of having multiple orgasms as her trailing fingers moved beneath her small thong and plunged into the walls of her tight vagina.
    Meanwhile, Shannon had been consumed up to her neck, the recurved teeth gnawing against her delicate skin in order to pull her in further. The inner-muscles of the throat aided in grabbing Shannon and pushing her inside, the lubricating fluids coating her naked, svelte body as she was slowly swallowed whole.
    Oh my god, I'm being eaten alive! The black-haired teenager gasped as her head formed a viewable, signature shape from the outside of the python's body, stretching her scales somewhat as she was slowly drawn into the gullet.
    It was then that Yolie began moaning with undulated pleasure, her breathing becoming sharp as her dull, grey eyes sparked with fiery passion upon seeing her friend eaten. It was the manner in which Shannon was going, swallowed head first like many prey the python had taken in her ninety years of existence. She was easily the largest, for certain, but she wouldn't be the last.
    The young, devious student was fortunate in that the python was too preoccupied with her prey to concentrate on her watching. Yolie understood that it could be her in such a position one day in the not too distant future if she wasn't careful. Luckily, she had time on her side and delved deeper into her womanhood, only able to use one finger as her muscles tensed and flexed repeatedly. She was still a virgin, and her flower was yet to be taken.
    Shannon whimpered deeply as her shoulders came about, her last, real chance for salvation. She had watched many nature documentaries where the python couldn't get past the shoulders of humans and therefore gave up, but what she wasn't counting on, was the experience and knowledge of the snake. Without warning, she felt herself rotated so that she was on her side, the coils bobbing as her lovely breasts jiggled.
Wiggling her toes and kicking her feet weakly, she was horrified as the python extended up and over her shoulders, the teeth chiseling her biceps as she increased the speed of her consumption.
    This was the defining moment of her entire life, all of her actions boiling down to this single event where she was assuredly snake food. Now that she came to terms with this, Shannon began to accept her fate, understanding that she was simply chosen by this enormous python to be her meal. In a way, it kind of forced her to blush, for it made her feel important and desired by something so primitive.
    Yet as the python slipped effortlessly over her arms, she was met with more terrible fluid, coating her round, shapely breasts. The python took care when passing these unusual mounds of sweet flesh, rolling her tongue around the sides of them as she made more hissing and sucking sounds, keeping her windpipe out of her mouth so that she didn’t suffocate. They would be scrumptious, thought the snake as she continued her mission.
    Yolie was beyond herself now, plunging deeper and deeper into the farthest reaches of her small, untouched womanhood, taking sadistic pleasure in watching a young woman succumb to a scaly demise. There was something about the way the belly scales rubbed across her skin and tightened that made her go insane with lust, her heart beating faster and faster, her fingers twitching as an orgasm rocked her.
    Shannon's ribs were treated in a similar fashion, coated by the saliva and inner fluid to ease her passage to the stomach where she would be trapped. The inside was hot and steamy, thick muscles squishing against her naked body as they forced her down like toothpaste being squeezed out of a tube. In a way, she found admiration and appreciated the python's efforts, for surely it must be difficult to take down a human and successfully swallow them whole without so much as slight intervention. Her black hair was wrapped around her neck, matted down by the endless tsunamis of boiling fluid as the hissing forever echoed in her ears. She could still feel the coils around her thighs and legs, slipping in and out as she was forever bound.
    The camera continued filming, its owner now staring at the unfolding drama with wide eyes, a great regret filling her mind. She flashed back to when Emma was still alive, and when she told her about a black-haired girl she knew falling pregnant. It was her evaluation that this was the same girl she was talking about. She stretched out her right hand, her fingers fading as they recoiled. Yolie knew that there was nothing to be done.
    Shannon's unborn child would never see the light of day, doomed digest along with its mother. It was a strong possibility that she wasn't aware of it herself, thought Yolie as she checked on the camera. It was still running, capturing the momentous event unfolding without any problems whatsoever.
    By now, the black-haired teenager was enjoying her journey down the python's tight body, dwarfed by the muscles as they hugged her naked, impressive form. Strings of saliva were slapped against her firm womanhood, causing her to grow incredibly wet and horny as the python deliberately slowed down, taking a moment to taunt her victim even further. There was not a shred of remorse in the python, she only desired to be supplemented with nutrition, and cared little for the thoughts and emotions of her welcomed meals.
    Shannon strongly desired to be able to move her hands down to her vagina as the tongue slipped inside, tasting the fine juices that would soon be robbed of her. Her body didn’t belong to her anymore, the deed to her life signed by the python as she moved onwards, beginning the arduous task of taking her muscular thighs into her great maw. Doom surrounded the hapless, helpless, hopeless teenager as she soon saw the opening of the stomach in the fleshy abyss of the python's long body.
    Yolie continued to look around, making sure that no one could interrupt this amazing feat of nature, and if they did, she would take care of them. It would be a sin against nature to save Shannon now, and besides, she was knocking on death's door already, what chance did she really have to recover from such a traumatic event anyway?
    Yolie chuckled as she used her other hand to cup her mouth, her auburn hair dancing in the faint breeze as she heard the distant cries of many students, some of whom she recognised.
    However she had more important things to attend to now, assuring her fate as she essentially stood guard over her consumption, making sure everything went along smoothly.
    Sparrows and starlings watched from above as the hourglass shape of Shannon could be seen passing down the python’s body, her head finally entering the stomach where she rightfully belonged. Her breasts were mushed down, her stomach soaked and her womanhood drenched by the warm fluid as the python finally came to her tiny calves, making sure to give them a good, long lick, her body quivering with hunger as she tasted the salty sweat. At long last, the black-haired teenager entered the stomach, the smell causing her belly to rumble with grief, as she strongly desired to vomit there and then. Her whimpers could be heard from outside as Yolie picked the camera up from the tripod and moved behind the python where she couldn't be seen and began stroking the belly where Shannon’s figure was easily seen. Inside, she began to groan even more, clenching her bound fists, as she knew that Yolie was being beyond the definition of sick and twisted. Yet Yolie was simply fascinated by the whole process and wanted to document every minute of it in the name of biological science.
    Finally, the last step of Shannon's consumption arrived as she mumbled deep within the stomach. Her dainty feet were given a good lick and then coated with long, thick strands of saliva as the python gave a soothing hiss, knowing that the last of her prey was about to vanish forever. The two ankles were tightly pressed together as she sucked them down, the squishing sound becoming more and more consistent as the python felt Shannon slide and writhe through her impressive body. In a matter of two hours, a long and grueling process reached its conclusion. The wonderfully pretty and kind girl had been swallowed whole by a larger, superior predator, doomed to be digested in the fleshy prison of the belly.
    Knowing her task was completed; Yolie turned the camera off and gave one last massage to Shannon's body, causing a few more helpless groans before whispering. "Goodbye, snake prey, you were born for this you know…I'm glad fate was so kind to realise that."
    And thus it was, another girl had mysteriously vanished in the sleepy town of Yahvon, seemingly without a trace. The weeks that followed were hectic as Yolie kept the only evidence hidden within her room for her own safekeeping and use for future purpose.