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Subject: {ASSM} SACRIFICES (Fantasy, FF, FM, MS, C and NC, SNUFF)
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reposted or published elsewhere without written permission from the
author.

WARNING: This story contains sex and violence, and is not intended for
readers who are minors or folks live in places where viewing this
material is illigal. If you become offended, STOP READING! These
characters and situations are just figments of the authors sick mind,
any simularities between actual people (Living or Dead) is purely a
coincidence.

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 Sacrifices 
Written by: Ripper X


Chapter 1

	Mischievously, Kali giggled as she splashed water at Noim who was
quietly sunning herself naked by the side of the pool.

	"Cut it out!" She squealed, bolting upright from the sudden shock of
the cold water on her warm flesh.

	"Come with me into the water," Begged Kali, "I want to make love to
you one last time."

	Out of all of the girls, Kali preferred Noim.  It wasn't just because
of her long red hair-- she didn't know why, but she liked her
personality.  Bir and Jager, she thought, were much too quiet.  She
supposed that they were proper enough sacrifices though.  Noim was
much like her, more spirited and care-free.

	"I want to look good for Zanna." Noim said as she wiped the cold
drops of water off of her perfect light-brown skin.

	"Oh, but Jager and Bir are." She mewled, pointing toward the two
girls and pouting.  Just watching them, she could feel herself getting
hotter, "Please?"

	"Why don't you join them?" Noim asked laying back down, knowingly
taunting her.

	"Because, I want you." She protested, pulling herself out of the
pool.  Noim looked up and seen Kali's jaunty smile as she boldly
crawled toward her.  She thought about pushing her away but she wasn't
fast enough, and as soon as their lips met all of her resistance
entirely melted.

	Her hands explored Kali's beautiful little body-- She was the
smallest of Zanna's girls.  She had the straightest, blondest hair
that Noim had ever seen, and eyes that were blue enough to get lost in
for eternity.  Her hands ran easily over Kali's cold, wet body. Her
teeth playfully biting her on the neck as she felt Kali's chilly
fingers fondle her hot pussy.

	"Oh Kali." She whispered into her ear, enjoying the girl's cold, but
expert touch.  Noim sat up in attention, and eased her onto her back,
kissing her pouty pink lips, her arched throat, between her plump
perky breasts, and down her stomach until she got to her trembling
pussy.  She loved watching Kali's tight tummy quivering as her pussy
got hotter and hotter until tasty cum coated her tongue.  Enraptured,
Kali arched her back, running her hands up and down her tight tummy,
relishing the sensations.  Noim slowly climbed back up her body and
kissed her long and hard, granting Kali a chance to taste her own
sweet nectar.

	Overlooking the harem pool, Opher, the High Priest, watched the girls
frolic.  He loved to observe the gorgeous sacrifices playing at the
pool.  He had chosen Bir and Jager as his favorites-- particularly
Bir.  With her long shapely legs, and innocent demeanor; Opher's mouth
watered at the mere thought of snatching her up and spanking her
shapely toned bottom until she cried for mercy.

	Then there was Jager-- an exquisite creature. A nice full figure, the
plumpest breasts of the bunch, and the biggest brown eyes that he had
ever seen.  Not one of the girls were ugly by any measure, in fact he
would love to tie any one of them down and listen to their screams as
he raped them; but they were not his to take. No, these young beauties
were the sacred property of the Goddess, and only the best were
suitable enough for Zanna.  Speaking of . . . they had to be ready
soon.

	"Bella!" He ordered a cleric, "Her Holiness should be awakening
within the hour.  Inform the sacrifices that it is time for them to
prepare."

Chapter 2


	Bir slowly got into the warm bath, Jager was already lathering up her
hands to bathe her. Knowing that this would be the last bath that she
would ever take, her heart beat so hard that she could feel it all
over.

	"Calm down Bir." Jager murmured tenderly as she lathered up the
girl's back.

	"I can't help it. I'm scared." 

	"I know Sweety," comforted Jager, taking a deep breath, swallowing
her own fear, "so am I."

	"I guess that I am kind of excited too, though." Bir contemplated,
giving her arm for Jager to wash, "We will actually get to see her. We
will get to feel and touch her. We will be food for her. Us!  Food for
a Goddess."

	"Strange isn't it?" Jager answered after a time, as she gave the soap
to Bir, "Unbelievable excitement, yet frightful all the same."

	"Exactly." Agreed Bir, rubbing soap all up and down Jager's full
figure, both girls nervously giggling for a time at their own morbid
sense of pleasure.

	"I'll miss you." Said Bir, clinging to Jager's slippery body,
wrapping her hands around her stomach and breasts.

	"Don't worry Bir." She whispered, patting her arm, "It's just like in
the stories. We'll be together forever. Remember?"

Chapter 3


	Opher quietly waited in the Goddess's chamber until she began to
stir.  She would sleep like this for four long months, then she would
awaken to feed.  She was so beautiful, even in naga-form: Covered in
shiny silver scales that gently expanded as she slumbered. Her large
reptilian body stretching twenty paces long, and four holds wide in
her middle. Always exquisite, with her long flowing blood-red hair,
large full lips, and a delicate looking jaw-- though Opher knew its
lethal power all too well.

	His heart beat faster the second that her haunting eyes opened.  Eyes
the color of the most expensive lapis lazuli-- So bright that he could
see the reflection of the entire room.

	Her mouth opened, seeming to break as her jaw dislocated and
stretched wide; a forked tongue rolling out of her mouth as the
Goddess yawned.

	"Hello, my lover." She said after a time as she shifted into her
human form.  Her scales sinking under creamy white skin.  Her tail
hardened and shrank, splitting into two long legs, while a dainty pair
of arms sprouted from an elegant torso.

	With hunger, she pressed her naked body against his; She could feel
his cock throbbing.  She was starving, but she first had to take care
of him.  The Goddess Zanna slid her delicate hand into his robe and
greedily grasped his member as harsh as she could, just short of
ripping it off.

	"Oh my Goddess." He moaned, letting his robe fall to the polished
marble floor, "I am he that is loyal only to the Serpent."

Zanna took him by the throat, pressing her lips against his before
pushing him to the bed where he fell, as if a slave, onto the mattress
of pillows.  Scooting himself deeper under the baldachin, she followed
in perfect unison, raking her long fingernails over his chest.  He
winced from the pain, but graciously accepted it.  Mounting him,
pinning his arms above his head, she slowly fucked him. Barely lifting
her ass-- her pussy as tight as his muscle would allow. He was totally
in her power.  She controlled his will to cum.

	For several minutes she tortured him.  Taking him on the verge of
orgasm only to stop, and tighten around his throbbing phallus, not
allowing his hot, burning seed to escape him. Enjoying his suffering,
until finally, when he could take no more. When she was happy with the
groans that rumbled from deep within him. Then, slowly, steadily,
firmly-- she milked his aching, demanding cock.  Rage, ecstacy, and
cum bursting from him.  His body releasing a primal roar, as for a
brief moment she had stolen his humanity. For a brief moment he had
become nothing but a rabid animal.

	He could do nothing for several minutes, that was enough time for her
to clean herself in her private bath, and refresh.  She always enjoyed
giving him sex, but it honestly did nothing for her.  The only time
when she could truly achieve orgasm was while in snake-form, which
just her weight alone would kill him, and that was the last thing that
she wanted.  Why, if he died, than there would be no one to feed her. 
Besides, she loved him very much, and found much satisfaction in just
catering to his needs.  That was her pleasure.

	"So my dear Opher," she asked once the man sat up, "what do you bring
me this day?"

	"I shall go get them, My Lady." Opher said, standing up and going out
to the hall to fetch the sacrifices.

	They all silently waited outside of the thick, ominous chamber door
dressed in short white sacrificial gowns that made their tan skins
appear all the more radiant.

	The priest had been in her chamber for an hour, when finally the door
opened, and he stood naked before them, his cock semi-hard and bright
red, which shocked them. They had never before seen a penis.

	"Follow me, ladies." He ordered sternly. 

	Simultaneously they all took a deep breath, Bir gave Jager a nervous
look but followed her and the others into the chamber. `My heart is
beating too hard,' she thought to herself, panicking, `I can't do
this, I'm too scared!'  She imagined herself running, but then the
door slammed shut with a loud thud and the mechanical sound of a lock
firmly securing itself (and her destiny) into place.

Chapter 4


	The chamber was huge, the largest that any of them had ever seen.  A
spacious tester bed sat to the side of the chamber, decorated by
hundreds of soft looking pillows of all different shapes, colors, and
sizes.  A crystal clear pool was set in the center of the room. On one
of the walls hung two single sets of golden shackles, and at the end
of the room -- siting naked on the throne -- was the Goddess herself. 
Her fair skin gleaming in the bright firelight that was cast from the
burning braziers in each corner of the room.  Her hair was a brighter
shade of red then even Noim's. Her breasts were full and supple, her
figure strong and lean.  This was truly a Goddess of unexceeded
beauty!

	"So who have we, this day?" She enquired, her musical voice filling
the chamber.

	Stricken, the girls were all hushed silent. Taken aback by her beauty
(and by their danger).

	"Well?" Zanna subtly ordered 

	"My name is Noim, my Lady." A sacrifice said, being the first brave
enough to step forward.

	"Don't keep me in suspense, child." Beamed the Goddess, "Allow me to
look upon you, take off your gown."

	Obeying, she let the gown fall to the floor and presented herself
proudly, the Goddess grinning greedily with pleasure while mentally
determining the pecking order. She loved the red hair. Noim appeared
to be the strongest of those gathered-- and the prettiest.  She seemed
healthy and intelligent, yet possessed enough discipline to be a
proper sacrifice, "Very nice Noim. Now who cares to be next?"

	"I am Kali, your Highness." She said with a pretty smile and a polite
curtsy as she exposed herself.

	"My!" The Goddess gasped, gazing at her beautifully sculpted body. 
Opher has truly outdone himself this day.  She absolutely adored this
one. Though she was quite small, this Kali, could prove to be the
object of much entertainment.

	The voluptuous brunette was next-- it had always seemed to Zanna,
that the Creator had repeatedly taken a little more time with the
girls of darker hair. Perhaps it was the way that it compliments the
eyes or their complexions? Regardless, she looked quite athletic and
healthy, and had a lot of meat on her bones.

	"My name is Jager!" Exclaimed the girl rather defiantly. `She will be
a good struggler,' thought the Goddess as Jager removed her tunic.

	"And how about you my sweet?" She inquired, licking her lips and
looking at Bir, "What is your name?"

	Her heart felt ready to jump out of her. She just stared until Zanna
asked again.

	"Bir" She spit out, "My name is Bir." 

	The Goddess stood up, smelling the girl's fear. She began to walk
toward her-- with each graceful step, Bir could feel her fear growing.
 She had fought it long enough, she could no longer help herself. She
had to run away! Tearfully, Bir scurried to the door and feverishly
pulled as hard as her little muscles could, deaf to the Priest Opher's
harsh orders to stop.

	He had started to run after her, but with a motion of Zanna's hand,
was stopped.  She knew that if he got a hold of her then he would only
bruise her; Besides, her fate was already sealed.  She could find no
safety from a bolted door.

	Weeping, the terrified girl yanked stubbornly at the locked portal
until a soft reassuring hand touched her back, dispatching all hope of
ever escaping this chamber with her life.

	"I know that this is a scary time for you." Said the charismatic
voice from behind her, "But this is what you were born to do. This is
your destiny. I gave you your life, and this beautiful body.  I gave
you safety and luxury. You were allowed to live for the soul purpose
of feeding me, Bir."

	"I am sorry." Bir sobbed in shame, her shoulders sinking, her head
leaning defeated into the unaffectionate door.

	"I need your help." Zanna prompted assuringly, gently patting her
back, "Can you help me now?"

	Bir bravely nodded, sniffing back her tears. 

	"I will chain Noim and Kali, but I need you to tie Jager to the bed
over there." She said softly, "Can you do this for me?"

	Bir nodded again and took Jager's hand, escorting her to the
luxurious tester bed.  Her friend submissively allowing her hands to
be tied to the poles that held up the canopy.  Once done, Bir lightly
kissed her and sat on the edge of the fluffy mattress, drying her
tears, feeling a bit better.

	Zanna had chained the other girls to the wall and had blindfolded
them while telling Opher to leave, which he did, through an unseen
passage.  She walked over to Bir, and held her arms out to her with a
comforting smile on her face. Dutifully, Bir accepted them, giving her
her fingertips and returning a modest smile as Zanna pulled her to her
feet.

	The Goddess drew her close, she knew what the young nymph needed.
Zanna pressed her lips against hers and slowly suckled her pink
tongue, her hands sneaking into Bir's gown to stroke her round young
bottom.

	Bir's entire body blushed as her soft white gown fell to the floor,
the soft caress of the Goddess reassuring her of her own beauty.  She
ran her hands over Zanna's flawless skin, exploring her strong,
shapely back.  She felt so comfortable now.  She was perfectly
content, and in a strange way . . . almost happy to die at such a
gentle hand.

	Zanna backed away to gaze upon Bir's flesh.  She had such delicate
features.  She turned her around to view her lovely backside.  "Such a
work of art." She murmured to herself. She had always loved the female
form: The suppleness of the breasts, the flowing curves, the soft
skins, the strong bellies, the perfect toes, the wet pussys. They all
sent her pulse souring, and her excited mouth to water.

	With her tongue, Zanna played with a delicate nipple until it
hardened, distracting her as she slowly led her to her throne and sat
her down.  Her body was so warm that Zanna could smell her honey
flowing, making a damp spot on the seat. She nibbled on her nipples.
She tasted her throat and tight tummy.  Lowering herself between Bir's
long perfect legs, she blew onto her throbbing clitoris, forcing the
girl to close her eyes and coo.

	She nibbled inside of the girls soft thighs for a time, before
sticking a forked tongue deep inside of Bir's hot virgin pussy. 
Slowly her legs grew together to form a tail.  She could hear one of
the girls from behind her screaming. `It had to be Jager,' she
thought.

	Her hands squeezing the girl's thighs as she began to give way to an
orgasm.  Zanna could take no more, she had watched Bir's soft
bellybutton dancing before her, taunting her.  With predatory hunger
she attacked, sinking her fangs deep into the girl's stomach.  Bir
grabbing her head in horror as sharp teeth tore through her skin and
muscle. Zanna ripped back her head, pulling out some of the girl's
pink intestines.

	Bir, twisting free from the Goddess's grasp, screamed as she lost
part of her innards to the beast, falling and desperately trying to
crawl away on the floor.

	Aggressively, Zanna twisted round and darted for her again, this time
catching one of her legs in her vice-like jaws.  Bir screamed as her
entire lower appendage was pulled deeper and deeper into the monsters
mouth.  Having her entirely secure, Zanna's teeth bite down hard,
until they hit bone.  She could feel Bir's blood rushing down her
throat, down her chin, and spilling all over the polished stone floor.
 Giving a quick jerk, Zanna dislocated her hip and ripped the leg
free.

	The loss of blood had killed her.  She no longer moved, except for
her existing leg which twitched mechanically on the floor.  Zanna knew
that the struggle was done.  She just sucked on the leg for a while,
savoring its flavor before swallowing it.

	She finished turning to snake-form, and grabbing up Bir's other leg,
she swallowed again, this time until the girl slipped all the way down
into her belly.

	She could hear Jager screaming in rage, and as she turned to look at
her, she knew that Bir must not have tied her down securely enough. 
Jager had broken free from her bonds, and was harmlessly pounding her
with angry fists.

	With a simple swish of her tail, she wrapped the girl inside of her
powerful coils. Jager was enraged. Twisting and kicking and cursing,
trying with all her might to escape from the Goddess's embrace. Her
eyes were filled with the beginnings of tears. Zanna could feel her
breathing. Tightening her hold a bit, she was still able to breathe,
but she now knew what the Goddess intended to do to her.

	"Oh no no no!" she squealed.  With her next breath she tried to
scream, but as she did, Zanna's constriction tightened around her
stomach and her rib-cage, not allowing any of the life-sustaining air
to enter her crying lungs.  She watched as Jager's eyes got larger and
larger the tighter that she squeezed.  Her strong arms and legs
thrashing about, and her tongue stretching out from her pretty lips as
she fought for breath between each painful shudder.  Zanna looked away
from her suffering prey and over to the others, to see how they were
reacting so far.

	The redhead had her head tilted back, invitingly barring her heaving
breasts and throat. This didn't seem to be bothering her too much, but
her friend was very bothered. Concentrated, Kali's body seemed to
pulse with excitement, her blindfold had slipped and she wasn't
looking away from her slowly suffocating playmate.  Instead of
screaming, she was rubbing her pretty round bottom against the wall,
her excitement seeming to match that of her Goddess's.

	She turned from the two girls and put her attention back on her
victim, who had turned blue.  This is usually when she would squeeze
as hard as she could -- crushing the girl's bones -- but not this
time. No, she would have more fun playing another game.

	She held strong but moved in for a closer look, and to partake a more
active role in her prey's anguish. She gently cupped the pretty girl's
cheeks in her hands, tenderly gazing into her pleading brown eyes.

	Shaking the poison from the needle-sharp spur on her tail, she
cautiously inserted it into Jager's sucking cunny, and tickled her
dancing clitoris, careful not to injure her.  With renewed passion she
kissed and licked Jager's throbbing swollen lips while listening to
her distressed croaking growing weaker and weaker.  Each desperate
kick kicking lighter and lighter.  Each struggle fainter and fainter.
Her heart beating slower and slower until finally it stopped. . . .
She stopped.

	Zanna heard a wad of Jager's passion hit the floor as she removed her
cum-slick spur, she sighed and allowed the girl's head to fall back,
her pretty dead eyes half-open, half-closed.  Uncoiling herself from
the lifeless girl's limp body, she lowered her to the floor and
watched as Jager's skin quickly changed from a dull-gray back to the
lovely bronze that it was when she was alive.

	`Time for a new game,' thought the Goddess as she slithered over to
Kali who was still so enraptured by the show of violence that she
wasn't even aware that she had finished until she touched her.

	"Did you enjoy watching the girl dying?" Zanna asked, circling Kali's
erect nipple with a long bright red fingernail.

	"Yes." She answered, breathlessly.  She felt drugged and a fresh
orgasm building.

	"What do you think that I am going to do to her now?" She asked,
lightly pinching her sensitive nub, teasing her.

	"She is your food." She replied, her flesh aching to be touched. 

	"That's right." Smiled the Goddess before giving her a little kiss.
She had only to lightly touch the girls wet pussy to make the horny
little creature shrill as a hot orgasm washed over her.

	"What was her name?" The Goddess asked. 

	"Jager." 

	"Did you like her?" 

	"Yes, my Goddess.  I loved her very much." 

	"Did you enjoy her body in life?" Zanna asked, grabbing the keys to
the shackles.

	"Yes my Goddess. Many, many times." 

	"Would you like to enjoy her now?" 

	Kali couldn't respond, she could only bite her lower lip and nod.  

	Zanna gave her kisses on her lips and cheeks. "Would you like to feed
on Jager's body with me, Kali?"

	"Yes, yes!" Moaned Kali, "I want to eat her with you, my Goddess." 

	Zanna stuck the key into the golden shackle and released the littlest
sacrifice.  Together they walked to Jager's pretty dead body.

	`She was so peaceful looking,' Kali thought. Her muscles relaxed: One
arm bent over her stomach, the other behind her head.  She got down
onto her knees and straightened out Jager's corpse, putting her arms
at her sides, and running her hand over her smooth belly.  With a
glint of joy in her blue eyes, she looked up at Zanna, feeling as if
she were a child.

	Smiling at her, Zanna grabbed one of Jager's arms while  Kali
positioned herself between the dead girl's legs.  Both women admiring
the beauty of the moment for a time before burying their teeth into
Jager's tender flesh, tearing off chunks of her luscious flesh and
swallowing them whole.

	Hungrily, Kali ripped into the insides of Jager's soft, tender
thighs.  She loved the way that the girl tasted: Her warm blood, her
soft skin, her strong muscles.  Soon, Kali was covered in her. She
looked back at Zanna who had all of the flesh striped off of her arm,
leaving nothing but pink and white bone.

	Zanna was pulling out Jager's collar bone when she noticed Kali's
blue eyes staring at her with fondness: Her lovely soft skin slick
with blood, her blond hair drenched in it.  She smiled and told the
girl to come to her, and over Jager's mutilated body, the two shared
bloody kisses.

Chapter 5


	Zanna's sharp nails raked over Jager's skin, from her soft
well-trimmed pubic mound to the center of her breasts, gashing her
right down the middle.  Feverishly, Kali lowered her head into Jager's
open belly, and began feeding rampantly.  Her head moving wildly. Not
eating, just biting every exposed organ that she could sink her teeth
into until finally in ecstasy, she came up to breathe.

	Zanna was watching her, nibbling Jager's collar bone, hungrily
pulling off the meat.  Her gaze went to Noim who was still blindfolded
and chained invitingly to the wall. Distracted, Kali looked back at
Zanna with a smile while she slowly lowered her head-- keeping eye
contact with the Goddess. She wrapped her lips around one of Jager's
plump nipples and bit down hard, pulling until it tore free.

	Surprised, Noim jumped when she felt Kali's hand rubbing her belly,
smearing Jager's warm blood over her shuddering breasts.  She felt
Kali's soft lips and expected the taste of her luscious tongue,
instead she got a surprise as Kali spit the bloody nipple into Noim's
waiting mouth.

	Kali left Zanna alone to finish devouring the rest of Jager, and
busied herself torturing Noim with a tickling feather. The sounds of
cracking bones could be heard under the music of their laughter.
Devilishly, Kali ran the feather between Noim's pert breasts. Under
her arms. Her neck and throat. She was tickling her thighs when Zanna
drew near.

	"Why don't you wash the blood off of yourselves, girls?" She asked.
Obeying, Kali put a collar around Noim's neck and led her with a leash
into the pool.

	In a few moments the two girls were cleaned and Noim tied to the bed.
 Together, they carefully prepared her-- rubbing her pampered body
with fine oils and lotions.

	"Noim," The Goddess remarked, rubbing oils into her skin, "You have
such a perfect body." Her arms and legs were properly proportioned.
Her stomach pert, but almost concave. Her nipples round and firm. Her
face beautiful.  Her red hair, wavy and impossible to put out of
place.

	Zanna untied the girl and allowed her to walk across to the center of
the room. She had such a beautiful bottom as well, which swayed
seductively with natural feminine grace.

	She had her lie face down on her stomach and immodestly sprawl her
arms and legs open, allowing her to finish her work, and to appreciate
the supple curves of her luscious body.  Kali, kneeling besides her,
lightly swatted her vulnerable ass with her hand, her flesh  jolting
from the surprise and the sting. She did it again and again, spanking
her until her firm bottom had a nice rosy hue.

	Soon however, her hour had approached, and she was asked to turn over
onto her back. Taking a deep breath, Noim did as her Goddess desired,
her excitement and fear mounting.

	Captivated, Zanna and Kali admired her glistening body, watching her
breathe-- her breasts rising and falling, her rib cage lifting into
view beneath her glowing skin, then falling again. Disappearing, only
to return.

	"Such a exquisite girl." Zanna said, touching her face. "I want you
to help her into me, Kali."

	"Yes, my Goddess." She nodded, taking her position between Noim's
trembling legs.

	Adoringly, Kali kissed the insides of her soft thighs while Noim --
trying to forget her surroundings -- massaged her own breasts.  She
closed her eyes tightly, feeling the warm mouth of the serpent as the
Goddess took her head into her.  She could smell the mustiness of her
breath.  She had to fight panic . . . Kali had stopped kissing her
thighs, she could feel her hands on her sore bottom pushing her deeper
into the snake; Zanna's sharp teeth lightly poking her back and belly,
her breath quickening as the jaws lowered.

	Spellbound, Kali watched as Zanna's mouth closed around her beautiful
companion's body. Half inside, only her bottom and her legs were left
exposed and she was beginning to panic -- Her legs kicking wildly -- 
Kali knew what would calm her down.

	Tenderly, she gave a few licks to Noim's pretty pink rectum, she
could smell her blood and lymph just below the thin skin.  Sticking
her finger deep inside of her anus, she licked and sucked on her
tender pussy. It worked, Noim calmed down; Kali could feel her young
flesh getting titillated.

	From inside of the snake, she could hear Noim's moans of ecstasy. 
The oil on her skin made her pussy taste extra good. Hungry, Kali's
fingers went deep inside of her own pussy as well.

	Soon Noim's flesh began to tremble, her vagina grew lubricious and
then the delicious taste of cum coated her tongue.  She kept licking,
wanting to extract every drop of Noim's luscious honey, as she could
never taste of her ever again.  Noim kept cumming and cumming. Each
time that Kali was ready to finish her off, she would suffer from
another orgasm, each hotter and harder then the last.

	Unfortunately Kali knew that it was time to stop, she gave a goodbye
kiss to her dripping, unsatiable pussy and pushed her bottom up inside
of the snake.  Zanna pulled her trembling body deeper and deeper until
only Noim's cringing toes were left. Thinking quickly, Kali kissed the
pink soles of her feet just before Zanna gobbled her up, and watched
as the lump that was Noim, slid slowly down into Zanna's middle.

	In great haste, she climbed atop Zanna, directly over her friends
body. She could feel her struggles.  Kali lowered her cunt and wrapped
her arms and legs around the swelling of Noim within her Goddess,
grinding her excited pussy across the scales.  Zanna too, slowly
moved. Stimulating her under scales-- She could feel the girl's
shivering as Kali's cum pumped out of her -- an incredible jet of
orgasm -- in-tune with her vibrant young heartbeat, bursted from
within her. Breathless and letting it fade, Kali felt that she had
never in her life cum so hard. Still in a daze she appreciatively
kissed the snakes back over and over.

	"Goodbye my love."  She said before -- with the speed of a striking
viper -- Zanna twisted up seizing her, grabbing her up in a heat of
passion. The action ending the fleeting struggles of the fading
redhead inside of her: Ripping her in half, her organs spilling into
the serpent's belly.

	She threw Kali to the floor, pinning her, kissing her pretty face and
frantically caressing her soft tiny body as Zanna experienced
something she hadn't felt in over two hundred years-- Orgasm! An old
friend that she hadn't realized until just then, how long she had been
built up. The Goddess reeling back and screaming as a thick milky
puddle of cum oozed from beneath her.

	Caught in the moment, Kali writhed in Zanna's passion. Coating her
body with the thick fluid that made her skin shiny and slick.
Intoxicated, she rubbed her hands all over herself-- down her arms,
across her belly. She felt her legs, her bottom. Every inch of her
flesh seemed to be screaming for attention.

	"That's it, Kali," Zanna purred, "sense your self.  Feel your flesh,
your toes, your whole body.  Feel the blood rushing through you.  Feel
your lungs breathing freely. Taste your tongue while you still can. 
Enjoy your life."

	Zanna's hands lightly grazing her breasts and belly, gently pacifying
her.  Her touch was so soothing yet so intense that soon Kali's eyes
closed and she -- her senses overloaded -- drifted into sleep.

	The Goddess watched as the girls body lay motionless, only her belly
and breasts passively rising and falling. She had been such a
wonderful playmate, but she knew that it was time for her to let her
slumbering companion answer to the hunger that she felt, too.  Without
waking her, she gently eased Kali's head to the floor and straightened
out her legs.  She picked up her feet and gave each a kiss goodbye. 
Turning to full snake-form, she got a hold of Kali's perfect pink
toes.  Slowly but steadily she swallowed and moved higher and higher
upon her body, her legs going deeper and deeper down her throat.

	Aroused, Kali awoke with a start, she looked down to see that her
legs were being eaten! Zanna had her!  She screamed and tried to
wiggle away, but the snake darted upright and Kali's body slid deeper
into the snake.  She was swallowed all of the way up to her shoulders,
her arms flinging, trying to find something to grasp onto.  Her strong
legs trying to kick, but the insides of the snake were too tight to
allow much struggling.  Soon she felt Zanna swallow.  Ripples of flesh
pulled Kali in deeper,  forcing her arms up into the air, her head
disappearing. Desperate, Kali's fingers grabbed Zanna's bottom jaw.
She swallowed again, ripping the girls hands free.

	Terrified and screaming, Kali slipped further and further into the
darkness, she could feel and hear Zanna's powerful beating heart
pumping around her. Trying to squirm only helped the Goddess's muscles
pull her deeper into her stomach where she finally stopped, lodged
between a hard rubbery wall and the broken body of Noim, who's stiff
dead fingers somehow lodging themselves inside of Kali's slick
helpless pussy, teasing her as she cried.

	`This isn't fair!' She screamed as the first of many exhausting and
unwelcome orgasms tore through her whimpering flesh.

	Zanna lowered herself to the ground, keeping her mouth ajar, not
wanting to rob the girl of her much needed air.  She just lied down,
feeling Kali thrashing and crying.  Weeping for freedom.  Fighting for
life.  Allowing the girl's struggling to lull her to back to sleep--
For you see, no matter which Goddess, they always seem to enjoy the
smallest of sacrifices the best.

-The End-

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