Cecilia was a local high school student.  Today she was with her boyfriend Alyx at a concert.  It was a rather small band and they decided to go only because Alyx had won a pair of tickets.  Cecilia stretched her arms as they waited for the intermission went on.  She was a gorgeous latina.  She was half mexican and half puerto rican with shoulder length dark brown hair.  Her brown skin was flawless and she had a very athletic and toned body.  The band wasn't bad,but she wasn't very interested in them.  During an intermission she turned to Alyx.

“Having fun?”  She asked.

“Its not a half-bad way to spend a friday night.”  He replied.  “Im with you.”  Cecilia roller her eyes, Alyx in response squeezed her sides causing her to giggle and lean away.  

“Who's that.”  She asked still smiling.  Alyx shrugged as a group of men walked on stage.  One who seemed in charge was wearing a white suit.  Three others were wearing black uniforms with pistols on their hips.  There was also a rather attractive looking woman who looked around thirty years old.  She was a pale skinned red head and wore rings on all her fingers.

Walking up to the microphone the man in a white suit started speaking.  “Hello crowd I'm Mr.Jones, VoreEntertainment.”  This brought a fairly modest amount of claps and cheers.  Cecilia rolled her eyes, she had heard of them but she wasn't interested in feeding people to animals.  She had both beauty and brains and was more interested in either sports or environmental studies.  “Today we need a volunteer, how does that sound?”  More cheers.

“This will take a while.”  Alyx said, having seen some of VoreE's earlier works.  Suddenly spotlights lit up and started going around the crowd.  Cecilia watched them go around, she herself was under the light more than once.  She watched as the pale skin woman whispered in Mr.Jones' ear and pointed to her area of the crowd.  Suddenly two attractive but muscular men came down the steps and grabbed either of her arms.

“Hey, what- let me go.”  Cecilia said trying in vain to pull her arms out of their grasp.  Alyx looked at her straight faced and said.

“You have to go with them, VoreE made it were the have the right to do this.”

“What?”  Cecilia said in disbelief as the spotlights all focused on her.

“I'll be pulling for you babe, good luck.”  He waved to her as she stood up and was forcefully led down the steps and onto the stage.  She was face to face with Mr.Jones and the pale woman.  

“Good pick Misty.”  Jones said to the pale woman.  So Misty was her name, thought Cecilia.  Mister Jones walked up to her and put his arm around her shoulders.  “We definitely have quite the looker her tonight.”  More cheers.  “What's your name bonita?”

“Cecilia.”  She replied timidly.

“So Cecilia, what are you currently doing?”  He held the microphone to her lips while keeping a firm arm around her shoulders.

“I'm going to Generic High School.”  She replied.

“Cool, what grade are you in gorgeous?”  

“I'm a senior sir.”  Cecilia replied looking up at the audience.  

“Well that is good to hear.  Now thank you for being here tonight, its always nice to have a beautiful young lady for our shows.”  He removed his arm and Misty came over and lightly took Cecilia's hand and lead her to the front of the stage as a cold metal table was led out.  Misty was much taller than her. Cecilia wasn't that short, around five-foot-three, but she still had to look up.

“Isn't she hot?”  Misty asked the crowd, this brought forth a chorus of cat calls.  Cecilia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.  

“Yes she is Misty.”  He chuckled.  “Now Cecilia please strip.”

“What!?”  Cecilia replied.

“Misty.”

The woman placed her hands on both of Cecilia's shoulders and stood behind her whispering into her ear.  “Would you like even the smallest of chances to escape your fate.  Please remove your shit and jeans, that's all.”  Cecilia looked of her shoulder with pleading eyes only to see stern yet twinkling eyes in response.  

After Misty walked away Cecilia looked at them and apprehensively pulled of her shirt.  The crowd was happy to see her lovely belly.  Her midsection was toned, yet very soft and silky smooth.  She then unbutton her jeans before pulling them down to show off her brown skinned legs.  Her beautiful brown skin showed wonderfully in the light and Mr.Jones smiled.  She stood their in her red bra and panties as Misty looked over her beautiful body.

“Now please come over here Cecilia.”  Cecilia nodded apprehensively and walked over to the table, she saw four pairs of metal cuffs on the table.  She started to breath faster and deeper.  “Please lay down.”  After a moments pause she nods and lays down on the cold hard metal.  She doesn't resist and the move her feet and knees into the cuffs.  She does flinch when the snap them shut.  The hard metal securely kept her legs immobile.  The men in uniform then take her arms and raise them above her head.  She seemed to be in another world as her wrists and elbows were snapped in.  She started to breath deeper.  

Mr Jones smiles as he walked up, placing one hand on her thighs and one on her midsection and started to rub her silky smooth and soft skin.  Cecilia squirmed a bit as he rubbed her perfect belly.  “Now Cecilia I have a question for you.  Are you ticklish?”  

Cecilia stared at him for a moment before nodding.  He asked where.  “My tummy mostly.  My thighs to I suppose.”

Mr.Jones started grinning.  “Thank you for the information Cecilia.”  He then sunk his fingers into her warm skin of her belly.  Cecilia burst into hysterics and she started to squirm back and forth but was unable to move much.  Her sweet laughter was audible to the entire stands as Mr. Jones fingers danced up and down her sides before digging into her tummy.  She bucked and laughed.

“Haha-ohgod-please-haha.”  She cried, Misty then walked over and started to tickle her thighs and feet.  Cecilia shook her head side to side as she kept laughing.  “HAHA-oh-haha!”  She laughed.  Finally they stopped.  Mr.Jones turned to the audience.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, the main attraction.  Cecilia how do you feel about the idea of us feeding you to a snake?”  He asked smugly leaning against the table.  Cecilia's eyes went wide.

Shaking her head quickly she started to plead with Mr. Jones.  “No please, don't.”

“We call him Jake.”  He said as a box with a long twenty-foot andacona was housed.  

“Please you can't!”  Cecilia pleaded.  “I have plans you know.”

“Well we will leave your final fate to the audience.”  He said smugly.  He then took a roll of duct tape out of the box and placed a few strips across Cecilia's lips.  The anaconda was special trained for events like this, it did not wrap and suffocate its prey, instead it swallowed them whole and digested them alive.  Its head was placed by Cecilia's cute little feet, its forked tongue flickered out tickling Cecilia's soles.  Cecilia mean while was hyperventilating on the table, desperately trying to get out of her restraints.

The anaconda took in her soft feet, as it reach her ankles those metal snaps were released, to late for Cecilia, her ankles were taken in to fast and her knees remained restrained.  She pleaded through her gag in a series of 'mmphs'.  She felt the ridges of the snake's mouth on her toes and her feet slipped into its slimy throat.  She continue to squirm as as she felt her muscular calves being taken in.  She felt the fangs of the snake on each side of her legs.  

Her knees were unclasp as the snake reach them, she felt her calves now enter the snakes throat.  The inside of the snake was hot and human, and the throat of the snake was slimy.  Mr.Jones enjoyed the show as did the overwhelming majority of the crowd.  Mr. Jones smiled and walked up to the gorgeous brown skin girl.  

“I just can't resist.”  He said to the crowd.  He then sunk his fingers back into Cecilia's midsection.  She squirmed and laughed into her gag even as her shapely thighs shaped by hours of running was taken in.  Her thighs was covered in saliva and even as she gasped for air while her super ticklish belly was tickled she still was trying to escape her impending doom.  

The snake finished of her thighs and moved up to her red panties.  Her shapely body was taken in even while Mr.Jones was still tickling her.  Finally with a couple of pats on her belly Mr. Jones stopped.  “Amazing girl.”  He muttered.  He looked up to the crowd.

“Miss Cecilia has been a rather good sport here tonight, hasn't she?”  The crowd replied with cheers.  “So now we need to make a decision.  Should we let the snake swallow her completely, or be nice and pull her out before she goes all the way in?”  There was a moment of silence as even Cecilia stopped squirming.  The only thing that she heard was the squicking and smacking of the snake that was turning her into a meal.  “Swallow whole, or let out?”

The crowd started to chant, “Swallow, swallow, swallow.”  Cecilia moaned and felt tears in her eyes as Mr. Jones turned back to her smiling, and winked.  

“Very well, Jake the Snake do your thing!”  More cheers.  Finally her shapely bottom was taken in and she felt the snout on her hips.  She took deep breaths and looked at Misty with pleading eyes.  She smiled at her.  The Snake's long tongue flicked out.  It danced along her swarthy midsection.  Cecilia giggled and tried to squirm without success.  It tongue danced up and down her midsection, from her sexy tummy, to her ribs and even into her navel which made her arch her back.  She felt saliva start to coat her belly as he continued to plead into her gag.  

The tongue continued to flick around as she felt the ridges in the snake's mouth press against her smooth midsection, her belly was coated in saliva and she moaned.  She was losing all hope as her thighs started to slide down the humid throat.  Finally the snake moved up and took in the entirety of her amazing midsection.  Her bra was taken in.  At this point Mr.Jones asked for the crowd to be silent.  He looked at the skin tight silhouette that was forming in the snake's body and smiled.

The snake continued to take in the latina's body as Mr.Jones started to speak.  “Now we are going to let Jake here eat her completely.  But we can still get her out.  You can get your entertainment, she'll squirm in those burning stomach acids for a little bit but she won't have any long term damage, we'll pull her out, and she'll be able to go home, keep on keeping on.” Cecilia's spirit rose at this but Mr.Jones continued.  “Or we can allow Jake the snake to digest her.  This is just one small part of your county fair after all.  Will set up a booth right outside.  You can watch her digest.  To slowly and painfully reduce her to nothing but nutrients and leave behind only- excrements as any evidence that poor Cecilia ever existed.”  He turned to Cecilia.  “Now would the time for puppy dog eyes.”

Cecilia pleaded with her eyes as the snake finished engulfing her chest and her midsection was covered in the slime in the snake's throat.  She was still gagged but she tried to look like a desperate damsel, which she was.  Slowly the crowd started to chant.

“Digest her, digest her.”  Some started to chant “Digestion time!”  Cecilia moaned and shook her head as she felt tears roll down her face.  She was smart, athletic, she was kind, why did they want her to be digested.  She felt the snake start to take in her neck and she shook her head side to side, plastering her dark brown hair everywhere.  She saw the snake maw appear over her face as she panicked.  She  squirmed so hard that even the skin tight silhouette of her lower body could be seen moving.

“They always pick that.”  Mr. Jones said.  He smiled while nodding and walked over to Cecilia.  “Sorry gorgeous, I'll at least remove that.  He pulled off the piece of duct tape covering her mouth as the maw of the snake started to seal her face.  She started to yell.

“No!  No!  Please, don't!  Please!”  The snake then closed around her head even though heard begging could still be heard.  Her brown hair was slurped up as the metal clamps around her elbows were undone as the snake slurped up her arms as well.  The silhouette continued to squirm as her wrists were released from the metal clamps.  The snake had engulfed most of her body but the mexican-puerto rican girl didn't want to give up just yet.  She grabbed the open clamps with a death grip as her upper arms was engulfed.  Unfortunately for her while she was an athletic girl that loved sports Mr. Jones was a millionaire who had millions of twitter followers and a personal trainer.  He slowly, mockingly pulled her fingers off of the clamps just in time for Jake the snake to engulf them.  

Now the poor brown skin girl started her descent to her final resting place.  The inside of the snake smelled putrid and she slime rubbed all over her body.  She squirmed desperately as she was sealed inside the snakes stomach.

“She seems to have come to a rest.”  She could hear Mr. Jones say.  “Now lets enjoy some Vore Entertainment!”  Cecilia moaned.  She started to feel a liquid on her body that started to tingled.  She started to desperately squirm in the snake's stomach to no avail.  

“She is a squirmer isn't she.”  Misty said with a smile.

“Keep on keeping on Cecilia, it is very entertaining.”  Inside the snake the tingling slowly started to burn.  

“No, no please.”  She whisper to her self, she was claustrophobic inside the snake, the stomach pushed every inch of her body, her head, her midsection, her legs.  Her arms were pinned above her head, she was stretched out tight  The humid and slimy stomach pressed on her body, messaging acid into her skin, intensifying it.  “Oh god.”  She moaned as the burn intensified.  The air was putrid and stale, yet the snake naturally swallowed enough to keep her alive, which wasn't good for her.

The crowd watched as a microphone was placed around the snake.  Also a special camera that could see fairly well through the muscular snake skin was also set up.  The t.v screens showed the poor girl squirming and moaning.  Her body was burning by now, her stomach was messaged and her bellybutton was filled with acid that just sat their, burning unceasingly.  Her thighs were messaged, the skin slowly dissolving.  She pleaded and moaned the best she could.  She felt as Mr. Jones run the silhouette and heard him talked to the crowd.

'Only like one inch of muscle keep me from survival, from clean air, why.'  She thought followed by a moan.  She felt as the snake was picked up and transported a very short distance outside to the 24/7 fair outside.  VoreE had a booth already set up.  The audience obviously made their way there, as did curious onlookers who were interested in seeing a girl trapped in a snake's stomach.  People paid a small fee and she felt person after person rub and message the squirming and moaning silhouette, her silhouette.  

It continued all night, Mr. Jones retired to his trailer but Misty waited until he returned to sleep.  They took shifts, they were the spokesperson.  They explained how digestion was coming along, sold memorabilia, heck they already had DVDs of the event ready to sell.  By the next day Cecilia was in unceasing agony.  Her skin was slowly but surely dissolving.  It felts as though greek fire and napalm was unleashed upon her midsection, with millions of tiny nail poking and digging into her brown flesh.  Fire and brimstone was what she was emerged in.  Tiny burning claws attacked her thighs, thats was it felt like.  He hair and scalp was slick with acids.  

“Please, mercy on me!”  She cried out.  The people outside heard her and actually laughed or made comments, some took out their phones, asking her to yell again so they could get it on camera, she did desperate for any chance to escape.  It didn't work, and by that night most of her once flawless brown skin was dissolved.  Now the rest of her shapely body, her athletic muscles was due for digestion.  The only thing not digestible was her hair.  The camera show this her new form, still strangely attractive with her dark brown hair still in place.

The following night she heard a familiar voice.  “Hey Cecilia.”  She felt hands run up and down her silhouette, starting at her midsection.

“Alyx!  Please get me out.”  She pleaded.  

“I wish I could Cecilia, I wish I could.”  He said sadly.  “But I can't, I'm here to say goodbye.”

Cecilia let out a moan of agony as she tried to speak.  “Bye Alyx, I love you.”

“I love you too.”  He replied squeezing her silhouette.  “Good bye Cecilia, you were a hell of a meal though.”  He walked away and saw Mr. Jones glance at him before talking to a group of guests with the moaning and squirming, digesting girl framed to his right.  

“Now remember we will be auctioning off vials of her 'remains' once they become available.  If we get enough interest that is.  The murmuring of the crowd proved there was.  “Good to hear.  Now continue to enjoy the entertainment we provide.”  He motioned to the silhouette.  

Alyx shook his head and walked up to him whispering.  “Listen my family is pretty rich.  I wish more than anything it was rich enough to get her out but its not, but well pay good money for all of her remains, so you know we can actually have something.”  Jones looked at him and chuckled.

“The populace really doesn't know what happens to them do you.”  He smiled.  “Of course we would be willing to arrange any deal with people with the financial capacity.”  He smiled.  “I guess we owe you, separating a very lucky man like you from your own Helen.  Here's my number, call us in about two weeks.”  He handed him his business card.  Alyx nodded and disgusted- walked off.

Cecilia continued to digest.  By the end of day two much of her muscle had been broken down into protein.  During that day she felt acid seep into literally the entirety of her abdominal muscle.  Not to be outdone her thigh and calves had also be properly marinated into acid.  She continued to moan.  People continued to watch her and pay money to see the silhouette.

She couldn't beg anymore after the second day, she could only moan.  Her ribs were exposed and were being exposed and her abdomen was pretty much gone, her toned and sexy tummy was no more,  Now she could feel her internals being turned into nutrients.  It was excruciating.  She wanted to fade away.  Finally by the end of the third day she did.

Mr. Jones saw this and turned to a man sitting at a computer wearing a headset he turned to Jones and nodded with a thumbs up.

“Good.”  He said.  “Call central, tell them they'll be receiving a new delivery soon.”  He walked up to what remained of the silhouette as his beloved snake grew stronger.  “Good showing for your first time Cecilia, thank you.  Now to make some arrangements.”