Damsel who Digests

Lady Miranda was a knight of high repute, one of the bravest warriors in all the land. She was a champion for all who could not defend themselves against the monsters and marauders lurking in the wilds. Sadly, like many young bold warriors, she was not fated to live long. The tales of her escapades are many and well beloved, but the story of her final adventure remains one of the most popular, even though she never returned from it.

As the tale goes, the Lady Miranda rode one day into a remote village. At once she took note of the villagers' despairing expressions and listless manner. Hoping at once to help, she investigated and learned that this town was but a short distance from a den of mighty serpents. One of these unnatural beasts would come hunting in the village every few weeks and devour someone. The snakes were so large no weapon or defense the villagers could muster even slowed them down. Anyone who tried to flee from town was ambushed and eaten before they had gone a single mile. Worst of all, these serpents were unnaturally clever as wells as large, for they had carefully left the village with a sustainable population, despite decades of hunting.

Needing no more information,  Lady Miranda charged into the woods to find and slay the serpents. She quickly found the lair, a large cave plunging deep into the ground. Unable to continue on horseback, she dismounted and climbed on down. Deep underground, the cave expanded into a massive cavern. The only light came in the form of narrow beams filtering down from cracks in the ceiling. The illuminated patches of floor looked like brightly lit islands in an empty sea of black. There was no sign of any serpent.

Lady Miranda cautiously walked into the room, sword at the ready, until she came to the largest illuminated patch of ground. Just as she stepped into it a great hissing sprang up all round, like reptilian laughter. The serpents began emerging from the darkness all round, eyes gleaming and tongues flickering, eager to taste her scent.

At once she could see there were far too many for her to defeat, and she prepared to die fighting. Alas, that glorious and dignified end was not to be hers.

A massive gray snake, the one that would next have attacked the village above, slithered forward, its huge yellow-green eyes locked with hers. Miranda felt like she was falling forward into the infinite blackness of its slit-pupils. Not entirely aware she did so, Miranda dropped her sword.

 She felt overwhelmed and broken as if she never had a chance against these mighty beasts. The smallest one of them could crush her with no more effort than she would need to crush a spider. She didn't deserve to be called a knight; she didn't even deserve to be called human. 

In numb despair and fear she ripped off her helmet and cast it aside. She suddenly liked how much more natural she felt without it, though that had never been the case before. She began removing the rest of her armor, thinking that one who doesn't deserve knighthood shouldn't be wearing a knight's trappings. She paid no heed to the serpents closing in on her, coming so near that their flickering tongues actually slid over her skin, taking in the flavor of her flesh.

Miranda felt much better with her armor gone, though still rather presumptuous in her simple tunic and breeches. Such things belonged on real people, she thought to herself, not on scared little woodland creatures like me. So off came the shirt, the pants, the loincloth and breast wrap, leaving her completely nude in the warm moist air of the cave.

She liked this a great deal, thinking that nudity was more appropriate to her subhuman status. But even now she berated herself in the back of her mind for her arrogance and cowardice. She hadn't even tried to fight, to fulfill her knightly oaths and protect her charges. She deserved even greater punishment, greater humiliation. She needed to die in a way befitting a pathetic little mouse like herself.

And in a sudden moment of clarity that did not come from her own mind, she realized the perfect role for her. Lady Miranda walked toward the gigantic gray snake towering over her, whose eyes had not parted from hers for more than a moment at a time and laid down before it. A different snake slithered forward, gently seized her in its maw, and lifted her high into the air, positioning her before the open jaws of the giant gray that had stared her down. There, poised in front of her doom, the great hero Lady Miranda experienced her first fully lucid moment since staring down the snake.

She realized she was going to die, and soon, but that was no matter. She was not in pain, for the snakes had no teeth. All she felt was the sun's warmth, the even warmer flesh of the snake's mouth (so slick and sensuous on her exposed body!), and the smooth sensation of serpent coils supporting her tiny helpless body. Though she was a little scared, she was free of the shame and terror that the serpent's gaze had induced, and there was something strangely comforting about knowing that her now brief future was entirely beyond her control. At peace, she stretched her arms above her head, closed her eyes and relaxed. 

Who knows, Lady Miranda thought to herself as she was lowered into her devourer's mouth, I might enjoy being food. All my life I've been adored for being a knight and a hero. Even if it's only once, I'm glad that at long last I'll be appreciated for what I am, not what I've done. Even if all I am is meat...

The serpent closed its mouth upon the delectable young woman and, after a few moments of savoring her, swallowed her whole. To her delight, being a meal suited the creature once known as Lady Miranda rather well. She got to enjoy several days being massaged by soft, hot flesh, slick with juices. Wanting to make the most of her plight, she kept both hands busy between her legs, adding her own juice to the bath of enzymes around her.

For a brief time she was bothered that she had failed her final quest and left the villagers unprotected. However, when the next contraction of stomach muscles squished her tender breasts into the wonderful walls of flesh around her, she came to the decision that the only responsibilities food has is to digest well and to nourish whatever ate it, so she focused on doing that. As it turned out, she was very good at it too.

Only a week after being devoured, the sweet young meal managed to work herself up to a climax so powerful that the strain it placed on her digesting body made her pass out. As she faded into a warm, comforting, sensual darkness not unlike her current surroundings, the girl-meat realized she wouldn't wake up ever again. Despite that, the snake food once known as Lady Miranda was glad she got to experience digestion like this. She honestly couldn't think of a more wonderful reward for a lifetime of heroism.

Not long after that, her body melted into a sweet, nutritious soup that the serpent absorbed and used to grow even bigger and stronger. And so ended the tales of the great knight Lady Miranda, known far and wide as a mighty hero, and even better known as an amazingly hot piece of meat who got her tasty titties swallowed and digested by a snake.
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