Tracy unlocked the door to number 101 and stepped into what would be her room for the next week, while the conference was taking place. The room was quite pleasant with everything she wanted to be comfortable. She flicked through the TV channels, but nothing caught her eye.
Bored, she left the room, locking it behind her, and looked for the hotel bar. She found it without difficulty, but there was no one their. She checked her watch. Quarter to three. She had arranged to meet up with a few of her work friends at six, and so that left her just over three hours. That would be enough time for her to have a swim at the hotel pool.
She stripped off. She had a nice body and she knew it, having had over twenty partners at the age of just 24. She looked into the mirror, checking her appearance. Once she was satisfied with herself she opened her case and searched through for her swimming things. She put them on and then pulled on a shirt and shorts.
She left her room again and set off downstairs. As she walked through reception a couple of builders whistled at her. She was used to it by now, and laughed it off. She was proud of her figure, and loved people showing their appreciation of it.
Once in the pool she removed her shirt and shorts. There was no one else in the pool and she was glad of the peace. She lowered herself into the water. It was colder than she had expected. She swam a few lengths of the pool to loosen herself up. She was a competent swimmer, and had been in her school team. Even then she had looked good in a swimming costume, but now she looked even better.
Thinking about this, she rubbed her hands down her body, over her breasts, her hips and then down her long legs. She loved the feel of her own body, and often spent hours in the bath, just thinking about herself and masturbating. She was not a lesbian, and found no other women attractive, but her own body was a great turn on.
As she rubbed her hands across her, she realised that the cold had left her with erect nipples. "It's a good job the builders can't see me now," she said to herself. All this self-manipulation was beginning to make her feel horny, and she decided to leave the swimming pool to go back to her room.
She dried herself off and put her shorts back on again, deliberately leaving her shirt off for the builders. She wrapped the towel around her, leaving just one erect nipple showing under her costume.
As she walked back she heard the whistles of the builders again. They would be whistling even more if they knew what she was going to do when she was back in her room.
When she got back, she started a hot bath running. She took of her swimming costume, and again stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself. Eventually the bath was full enough, and covered in bubbles. She liked the bubbles in with her, and found them all the more arousing.
She lowered herself into the bath. The heat was almost unbearable, and she nearly had to get back out again. However, she managed to stay in and gradually became accustomed to the heat.
Once she was comfortable, she began to play with her breasts. They were what she considered to be the right size, and without any of the surgery that the famous women had. However, if she had the money then she might make them a little bigger, so that she had all the more to play with.
After exhausting the joys of her breasts, she moved down to her vagina. She considered it almost magical, and knew that she could work her magic on it. She inserted a finger, and then another, and started to explore inside, finding her clitoris and giving it just the right amount of attention to get her well aroused, but not quite at orgasm.
She wanted a new way to finish herself off, to take her all the way. She had long ago exhausted anything on the market, and was now trying everyday objects. She looked around. There was the showerhead. That looked like it could be fun. However, it had all been done before. However, the taps were another thing entirely. They could be much better.
The taps were ornate brass models, with one outlet for both hot and cold. At the moment this was too hot to touch, from the water that had been through. She ran the cold water for a few seconds, until the brass was ice cold. Then she moved herself into place and inserted the tap into her. She had only tried cold things a few times, and never much enjoyed them. However this had just the right amount of decoration to be interesting.
She slid herself up and down on the spout. Gradually she came closer to orgasm. When she finally came, she lay back in the bath, and just managed to suppress a scream. She did not want to be found out.
She stepped out of the bath and took a towel. She gave herself and quick rub dry and stepped out of the bathroom. She looked at her watch to check how much time she had left.
"Shit," she said. It was 5:45. She had just fifteen minutes to get dressed and across town. She threw on her clothes and dashed out. She caught a taxi and raced through the busy streets. In the mirror she did her make-up, and by the time she reached her destination she was ready to meet her friends.
Anne was in town for the week with her boyfriend, Henry. They were staying in a small hotel just out of town. She collected her key from the reception. Room 102. They took their cases upstairs and put them in the room. Anne lay down on the bed. Henry lay down next to her. She glanced at her watch. It was just before three. Henry had a meeting at four, which could stretch on for hours.
"Do you want some fun before I go?" asked Henry. Anne nodded in agreement. Henry undressed, and skilfully did the same to her. When they were both undressed, Anne lay back on the bed as Henry lowered himself on top of her.
Henry was a good lover, and was usually gentle and compassionate. However, this time was different. He was rough with her, just trying to get his pleasure. Anne knew that he was under a lot of stress, and did not begrudge him this. She could see him reaching his orgasm, but she felt nothing. She did not bother faking, letting Henry realise that she was not enjoying this. When he finished, he rolled off her and lit a cigarette.
"Sorry. I could see you weren't enjoying that as much as normal. To tell you the truth I have an uneasy feeling about this meeting, and I could not really concentrate. However, I have to go to this or I lose my job. I'll make it up to you tomorrow, just you wait and see." Henry dressed and left Anne alone.
Henry left the hotel and unlocked his car. He got inside and drove off. The traffic was quite bad. As he got to within a few miles of his meeting place, driving at sixty down the almost empty road, a car suddenly pulled out in front of him. He had no way to avoid it. His car smashed into the side of the one in front, and his body snapped forwards into the steering wheel, destroying his face. The other driver was fine, as only the back of his car was hit. However, he was in shock, and sat in the seat, doing and saying nothing.
Back in the hotel Anne got into the shower. She washed herself clean quickly and efficiently. When she was finished she sorted out her hair and face, and left to go to the bar.
The clock on the bar showed quarter to five as Anne entered. There were a few people in the bar, and Anne spotted two or three she guessed were about her age. She ordered a vodka and coke, and went over to introduce herself to them. They soon became deep in chat, and Anne got through two more vodka and cokes. At about half past six she went off with her new friends to the hotel restaurant for a meal.
Jodie checked into the hotel at half past three. She was seventeen, and was flying from New Zealand back to England, her home country. To do this she was taking two flights, from New Zealand to America, and after staying the night, to England. She was exhausted after the long flight, and was glad to be back on solid ground.
She was in room 103. She carried her one bag up with her, unlocked her door and collapsed onto the bed. She set her alarm to wake her up at six, in time for the half past six mealtime. She quickly fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
At 6 she was woken by the alarm clock. She got up, feeling much refreshed, and jumped into the shower. She took a cold shower, to wake herself up in preparation for the meal. She dried herself off, got dressed and went down to the dining room.
At nine Tracy returned from her meal. She was exhausted and ready for bed. The day had not been tiring, but she had not had a proper night's sleep for a week. She undressed, and slipped under the sheet. "Too tired even to play with myself. That is a first," she smiled to herself. Soon she was asleep.
At about half past Anne and Jodie returned to their rooms. They had made friends in the bar after the meal, and were surprised to learn that they had adjacent rooms. They each went to bed soon afterwards, and were asleep by ten.
Tracy suddenly awoke from her slumber. The room was dark and silent, but something had woken her up. She tried to sit up, and for the first time realised the great weight upon her. She thought at first that the roof had fallen onto her. However, she felt it moving on top of her. She had one hand free, and with it tried to feel the thing on top of her.
"Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit." She realised that this was no roofing tile, but a snake on top of her. Snakes were here all-time worst fear, and now she was trapped under one. Feeling round she realised that she was not just under it, but it was around her. As she felt for it, a coil moved, catching her arm, and pinning it to her.
As she lay there helpless, unable to scream in her terror, the snake started to squeeze her. It was not noticeable unless she thought about it, but she could tell that it was tighter than before.
"My breasts, my beautiful breasts," she whimpered. A coil was over them, crushing them to her body. The coil felt like iron on them, the strength of the hold like nothing she had experienced before.
"Don't crush my cunt, please," she begged. The snake had another coil round her waist and one below, over her hips. It did not listen to her, but continued to crush. She started to panic, and her breaths grew larger and jerkier. Each jerky breath gave the snake chance to tighten more.
The snake was tight enough now for her to feel its restrictions on her. Breathing was hard, and more so in her panicked state. With every breath the snake grew a little tighter, a little closer to crushing her to death.
Suddenly there was a crack, and pain shot up Tracy's side. She tried to scream, but could not. "I'm going to die. I'm going to die," she repeated to herself. Still the snake continued its crushing, holding her, squeezing her beloved breasts and vagina.
As the snake grew tighter still Tracy felt another rib break. The terror overcame her completely, and she lost control of her bladder. She started to cry. "My beautiful body," she said to herself. Still the snake tightened.
Her air gone, Tracy felt herself start to fall unconscious. The snake had won. Her beauty was no more. Soon, nor was she.
Anne was awake. She guessed that it was because of the room next door, where there were sounds of moaning. She wished that Henry was here so that she could get some as well.
Eventually the moaning stopped. Perhaps now she could get some sleep. However, hearing the noise next door had left her unable to sleep, wanting sex again. She turned off the light and lay in peace.
She started to fall asleep. She dreamt of Henry, of his body next to hers. She was in his strong arms, laying in bed at his mercy. "Not so hard," she murmured in her sleep. "That feels good."
She slowly woke up again. She could feel Henry around her. "You're cold," she said to him. "Hold me tighter." As she woke up properly she realised that something was wrong.
"Henry, what is this?" she asked. There was no reply. Also, there was none of Henry's usual heavy breathing. "Whatever it is, it feels nice against my skin. Is it getting tighter though?"
The snake continued its silent constriction on its unaware victim. "Mmmm," Anne said. "Tighter, please." The snake was only too happy to comply. "Squeeze me." Suddenly she put two and two together, and realised what this was on her. "I never knew snakes could be so sexy."
She knew that she was finding this snake arousing and, after hearing Tracy, had only sex on her mind, no thoughts of the consequences. "If Henry's not here, I may as well enjoy myself. Maybe this is from him."
The touch of the snake on her sensitive skin was very new and very erotic. The pressure of the snake heightened her pleasure, pressing its smooth skin over all her body. The ripples of muscle over her vagina were magnified to huge waves of pleasure through her. With every small movement of the snake she felt her arousal growing.
Soon she realised that these movements that were bringing her pleasure were also bringing her death. She did not care. If she lived she would never experience this again, so she might as well die. The thought of dying in the coils of this snake seemed strangely erotic, and she decided that she had to do it.
Her breaths were now shallow and often, to try and keep up the oxygen to her aroused body. The closer to death she came, the more erotic the end seemed. She had enjoyed orgasms with Henry, but they were nothing to this one building up.
After a long time, she came. It had been building up for so long that the strength was immense. Her entire body convulsed under the coils, and the snake helped her by tightening more around her. She tried to cry out, but could not for lack of air. Suddenly she realised that she did not want to die. She pulled at the coil, and for the first time realised the size and strength of the snake. This aroused her again involuntarily, and she tried to fight it so that she could survive.
Her struggles were in vain. Soon she was still in the coils, her ribs crushed, her heart stopped.
Jodie shut the door, and stepped out holding the snake. It was a great weight for her to carry, but she had lifted weights in preparation. The snake was a 28 foot reticulated python, which she had stolen from a nearby zoo. She had been planning this for the last three months, and now she could put it into action she was thrilled.
She slowly dragged the snake. The hotel was silent. Although it was only to the room next door it took a couple of minutes to move the snake. Eventually she managed to get the snake into her room, and onto her bed.
"The final part of my plan, and the one I will enjoy most," she said to herself. She undressed and lay down next to the bed. She was still a virgin, and would remain that way for the rest of time. However, before she died, she would have one fling with this snake. She had dreamt of this since puberty, and now she had the chance.
She pulled the snake towards her. It was hungry, having not eaten for two months, and was angry after constricting two victims without reward. This one was smaller, just five foot two, and the snake judged it as food. It started to coil round her, the first coil over her neck.
Jodie was beginning to get aroused. She had seen what the snake could do to the other women, and wanted it to do it to her. She had also seen the responses and the sights and sounds of the other two women and had enjoyed them.
The snake moved to take its next coil round her, this time lower, around her waist. It knew that it could kill this woman with the same ease as the others. The hunger drove it onwards, on its killing spree.
Jodie felt the snake over her breasts. She had never wanted men, and this snake fulfilled all her desires. She made sure that she had a hand free to use on herself. She liked to masturbate, always fantasising about snakes. The two coils felt amazing on her, but she wanted to feel a third, below the other two. She started to struggle to try and grab another coil.
The snake noticed her struggling. It needed to restrain her. It took a third large loop of its body and moved it to form a third coil. This went below the other two. This coil was larger than the other two, and stronger.
Jodie smiled at her success. She could feel the new coil over her young cunt, the first and last thing not part of her body to touch it. When the coil was still, she knew that the constriction would start. Soon it was still. She could feel herself getting wet in anticipation.
The snake was now ready to begin constriction. This woman was in its hold, secure and in its power. She had no way of stopping the crush, and would soon make excellent food for him.
Jodie felt the constriction begin. This was the moment she had been waiting for. All of her life had been in expectation of this. It was slow progress, and she liked it best that way. She wanted to be crushed to death in the coils, but slowly.
She thought of the other women as she was squeezed. There was Tracy, with her perfect body, and lovely breasts. Jodie replayed the moment where she had pissed herself in terror. That was an amazing thought, the beautiful women and the even more beautiful reptile, one in complete fear of the other.
Then there was Anne. She had enjoyed the snake, treated it as a lover. Jodie wished she could have been in the coils with her, sharing her enjoyment. Jodie was envious of the orgasm Anne had achieved, and wanted to do the same with the snake around her.
Thinking about the snake and Anne, Jodie realised she was in an even better position to achieve orgasm. With her free hand she gently stroked the snake, loving the feel of its skin under her hand. The raw power it possessed, along with the grace and elegance it used the power with, was such a turn-on.
As she stroked the snake, her hand moved under the coil and found her vagina. She had shaved in preparation for the encounter, so that she could feel the snake against her skin better. However, while it was as loose at it was at the moment she could masturbate under the coil.
Her fingers deftly touched herself, but the thrill was not there. She was nowhere near as sexy as the snake, and her fingers brought no excitement, no arousal. She took her hand away again, and let the cool skin move over her. That was much better. It was slower, but that was all part of the experience.
The coils were now tight enough to restrict her breathing. The shallowness of breath surprised her, and she panicked, thinking that she might not be able to bring herself to orgasm in the time she had left. However, she was not suffering yet.
The snake felt harder and more powerful as it tightened more. The stronger it held her, the more it aroused her. The crush on her cunt was an amazing feeling, and she wanted it to be harder, and more amazing.
True to her wishes, the snake continued to tighten. It knew that the woman would not last for long in her coils. She was an easy kill, not putting up any resistance to the gradual constriction.
Jodie had never felt like she did before. She had had orgasms before, but this was a thousand times better, and very different. It came from throughout her body, from anywhere the snake was touching. Each coil sent electric shock waves of pleasure through her, centring on her cunt and then up, into her brain.
The tighter the coils, the stronger the waves. Even a touch of the snake's skin had the same effect on her, and she took the tail between her feet. Immediately she felt the pleasure running up the inside of her legs, almost burning. She felt like she could explode with pleasure, and still it increased.
She had not much time left, she could tell. She could also tell she would not need it. The coil over her cunt was so powerful, and this alone could give her orgasms like never before, but her whole body was amazing. Even the least sensitive parts felt like the most amazing sexual devices for her pleasure.
As the snake constricted again she felt the orgasm start. It was like an explosion running through her body, starting at her cunt and spreading outwards. As it reached her mouth she could not, and had no intention of holding back a scream. She had thought just the touch of the snake was amazing, but the orgasm from it was something else.
The orgasm continued for what seemed like hours. Every tiny movement on her skin and the pleasure would wash through. She took the snake, and kissed it, a long passionate kiss, her tongue now electric at the touch.
Suddenly, her screams stopped. She had no more oxygen, no more energy. She could see life slipping away, and still the orgasm continued. Finally, she could feel no more, and lay in the snake's coils motionless.
The snake's constriction complete, it began its eating. It took Jodie head first, and soon the entire body was gone. The python slipped off through the window into the night, to digest its meal in peace.