KATIE AND THE SNAKE KING

BY SPYTH

The following story is fantasy only and in no way condones the abuse of any child, adult, or giant snake.

Once upon a time there lived in a magic forest a little girl named Katie. She lived with an old woman she called "Auntie El," but who was not really her aunt and a her little two-year old cousin, Beth, who was not really her cousin.

They lived in a little cottage in the forest just outside the village. The village people would not let Auntie El live inside the walls of the village as she had a reputation as a witch. Auntie El was not really a witch, but she did have a knowledge of herbs that allowed her to remove warts, clear headaches, make aphrodisiacs and cure many simple ailments. Ironically many of the village people used her services, though most would never admit it.

Katie, who had just turned nine the month before, was a beautiful little girl. She had long, shiny, golden hair that she kept in pigtails and a soft rounded figure so characteristic of young ladies just before they lose their baby fat. She had the sweetest personality and always helped Auntie El around the cottage without argument.

Katie's mother had been one of the most beautiful girls in the village. When Katie's mother had turned twelve she had gotten a crush on one of the most handsome young men in town. Despite her own good looks, the young man seemed to pay her no notice, so she'd gone to Auntie El for a love potion. Auntie El had supplied her with a lotion that the girl could anoint herself with that would make her irresistible to any male in the near vicinity. Foolishly ignoring Auntie El's instructions, Katie's mother had applied three or four times the recommended dose. The result had been that the handsome young man, along with most of the older boys and men in the village, intoxicated by the love potion, had drug the girl into a barn and gang raped her for an entire night. Her family, ashamed by her promiscuity, had thrown her outside the village wall, hoping that she might be eaten by wolves thereby eliminating the source of their embarrassment.

Auntie El, feeling some responsibility for what had happened, took the girl in and before she died of despair, she birthed Katie. Katie's father, of course, was one of the men in town, but nobody knew who, and nobody particularly cared.

Beth was the third member of their family and Auntie's real grandchild. Sadly her father had been killed by bandits and her mother, Auntie's daughter, had succumbed to a rare disease that even Auntie hadn't been able to cure. The child had large eyes and long straight, black hair. While not quite as pretty as Katie, she would no doubt be a beauty when she grew up.

Katie wished she could visit the village, but she was not allowed inside the walls. She desperately wanted a playmate beyond Beth. Often she would walk down to the nearby pond to bath and after stripping off her clothes would notice village boys, and some of the men, watching her from beyond the bushes. Why didn't they come out and play with her? The watchers would have been only too happy to "play" with Katie, and only her Aunt's reputation as a witch prevented her from suffering a fate like her poor mother had.

The three of them lived happily, though they were desperately poor. Four times a year, however, they had to face the Snake King.

The Snake King was the most powerful beast in the magic forest. He was almost a hundred feet long with a monstrous, wicked head and a body as wide across as a fat man's waist. He was covered with shining scales of deep blue-green that were impervious to any weapon. The village men had once tried to kill the King, but most of them had been crushed by his coils and digested in his belly.

In order to live outside the protection of the village wall, Auntie El had to pay tribute to the King four times a year. Auntie El not only had a knowledge of herbs, but she was a chef of skill far surpassing any in the country. She would prepare for the Snake King a wonderful roast of pig or goat which he would greedily gobble down.

This season was a problem, though. This winter had been unaccountably mild with the result the few villagers had come to her door to buy cures. This meant they had no money to buy the goat, pig or sheep to provide the meat for the Snake-King's tribute meal!

"What will be do, Auntie?" asked Katie, her blue eyes wide with fear.

"We will just have to beg mercy from the Snake-King," answered the old woman. But even little Katie knew that the Snake-King had no mercy to give.

* * *

The Snake-King arrived the next day and he was not pleased.

"Where is my tribute meal, old woman?" he demanded. "I hunger for my excellent dinner!"

"I sorry, Great King," Auntie answered. "We have no meat for the meal. Please have mercy on us."

Anger flashed across the Snake-Kings features, but a sly smile quickly appeared as he saw Katie standing behind her Aunt. "Of course you have meat, old woman. And of the finest kind too! You little niece shall provide the meat. I've had little girls before and they are as soft and tender as any meat you could offer me. Prepare her for tomorrow. I'll be back!"

"You can't expect me-"

"You will prepare her as I've asked," roared the King. "If you do not do so, or you do not do you finest job with her, I will kill you all! Do not defy the King!" And without another word he slithered away.

Auntie slid down to her knees, grabbed her chest and started weeping. "Oh no! We will all die!"

Brave little Katie raced to her side. "No, Auntie! You must do as the Snake King demands and prepare me for his dinner tomorrow! Then I will only die. You and Beth will live!"

The old woman nodded. The girl was right.

Despite her brave words, Katie little lip started to quiver. "Auntie, is there no hope for me?"

"Oh, my dear, dear, brave girl," said Auntie, as she hugged Katie, "There is always hope." The old woman whispered something into the girl's ear and the girl managed a little smile.

Though Katie couldn't see it, Auntie wore a little smile, too. Her dramatics had worked. The truth is as much as she was fond of Katie, as much as she would give her hope, she herself was skeptical. And she wasn't about to let her own grand daughter die for Katie. Blood, after all, was thicker than water.

* * *

The next day started early. Katie was sent into the forest to gather wood for the oven and get the fire going. Auntie, meanwhile, mixed up a draft for Beth so she would sleep through the day. There wasn't any point in traumatizing her by having her watch her "cousin" be roasted and eaten by a giant snake.

After the fire was started in the oven, Auntie sent Katie inside to undress for the last time. "This is my favorite outfit," Katie said, with a tear in her eye. "Perhaps Beth can wear it and remember me when she gets big enough."

Auntie smiled, then said, "Hurry up, dear! The King will be here sooner than you think and you'll require quite some time in the oven!" Katie nodded. After a minute she returned from the house bare naked except for a pair of little, pink slippers with a high-heel. Auntie gave her a bar of soap and a very sharp knife. She was to go to the pond and wash herself. Then use the knife to shave off any hair on her body up to her neck. Katie was too young to have more than a few thin strands, here and there, so this didn't take too long.

When Katie came back she was sent to stir the sauces Auntie had cooking up and sharpen the knives. Katie had done this many times before when preparing the Snake-King's meal, and had often wondered how the little lamb or pig being prepared felt. Now she knew. These sauces were meant for her. These knives were being sharpened to be used on her. What's more she knew even more than the animals knew. They had no idea how Auntie got her roasts so fresh and tender. Katie did.

Auntie believed in roasting the meat alive. This always had seemed incredibly cruel to Katie, but Auntie had told her, "It's the only way to make sure the meat tastes as fresh and juicy as possible! The suffering the meat goes through in the oven is well worth the excellent results!" Katie knew Auntie would not compromise this principle even for her sake.

When Auntie was done greasing her largest the roasting pan, she called Katie over. "Sorry, dear, but we must get started." Katie nodded her head obediently. "So," said Auntie, "what the first thing we do to prepare the roast."

Katie gulped, "Tenderize it?"

Auntie nodded. She always gave the meat a good going over with a leather strap, especially the fleshy parts, before roasting. The swelling would "plump up" the meat and make it softer. Exactly how this was done depended on the animal involved and Auntie had not worked with a little girl for a long time.

There was a rail supported by two posts that was used to dry herbs and Auntie decided that would do best. "Katie, come over here. Stand so you are facing the rail. Now bend over the rail and grab your ankles." As Katie did so her Aunt took some twine and tied ankle to wrist, then tied them both to the posts on either side. This left the little girl bent over the rail, unable to move with her legs spread wide.

"Try not to wiggle, my dear. If you make me miss, this will just take longer."

"Yes, Auntie."

The old woman went at it would a vigor surprising for her age. Katie yelped and cried, but did not ask her aunt to stop. Finally the woman finished her work by applying five hard strikes directly up between the legs on the little girl's pussy. Katie let out a scream that was probably heard for miles. Then Auntie examined the results. The child's tiny pussy lips, which before had just been a slit, were bright red, swollen, and very, very plump.

Releasing the girl from her bindings, Auntie asked, "so what do we do next?"

Katie, trying to hold back tears, replied, "Plug the holes?"

Auntie smiled. "Exactly right!"

It was Auntie's method to plug up all the holes in the roast so that the juices would not escape during roasting. She picked up a very large, short carrot that she had just coated with her special honey barbecue sauce. "Face the table and bend over, Honey. The more you relax the easier this will be, on both of us."

Katie obeyed and fell Auntie spread her soft, round, little ass checks. Warm, thick barbecue sauce was dripped down her crack. A little pool of it formed at Katies' butt hole. Suddenly she felt the tip of the carrot pushing in on her little rosebud. At first it didn't hurt, but as it when deeper and the carrot grew wider, Katie's blue eyes began to tear again. To her credit, though she sobbed deeply, Katie never once begged her aunt to stop.

"Just a little bit more-" grunted Auntie as she pushed the top of the carrot up the little girl's stretched hershey highway. Suddenly it popped through and Katie's little asshole closed after it. Just the long, green, leafy top of the carrot hung out of her ass like a little tail.

"Besides, the juices escaping, why else to we plug the butt hole?" quizzed Auntie.

"Well when the meat - I mean, when I get close to death by butt muscles will relax and anything inside will come out all over the pan and ruin the roast - I mean me," said Katie.

"Very good! I taught you well," said Auntie. "Alright, Katie, come over to the roasting pan." Auntie led the little girl to her largest pan and helped the child lay down in it on her back. Auntie noticed that the carrot up her butt gave Katie the cutest little walk and the green tail, swaying between her rounded and perfectly formed butt cheeks was extremely fetching.

Even the largest pan was not large enough to fully contain the little girl, do her aunt positioned her so that the top edge of the pan was under her neck with her head hanging out. By spreading her legs and bending them the feet could be made to sit crossed just below Katie's little pussy. Her knees hung outside the pan on either side, however.

Auntie began to use twine to tie the "meat" into position. The twine was tied from holes in the edge of the pan around the child's neck, hands and knees. Another piece secured the girl's ankles together. Katie was not concerned about being tied to the pan at all. The carrot in her ass hurt, and she was just glad to be able to lay still.

After Katie was thoroughly trussed, Auntie pulled out a small cucumber and pierced one end with a stick. "Time to plug the next hole, Honey," she said.

Katie's eyes grew wide That thing was not going to fit in her little slit down there! Auntie must be crazy! The old woman poured barbecue sauce over the cucumber and then over Katie's pretty little pussy. Then she positioned the cucumber at the girl's fresh little twat and started pushing.

"Ouuuch! It won't fit Auntie!"

"Oh yes, it will, my dear!" and with that the old woman redoubled her efforts. Slowly the young girl's pussy lips spread apart and stretched to the limit.

"Aghhhhhhhhhhh" said, Katie as her eyes crossed.

When the cucumber was perhaps ¾ inside of Katie's little hole, Auntie took the stick running out the end of the vegetable and wedged it against the side of the pan so that the cucumber would not slide out. To be sure it remained in this position the old woman tied the stick to the twine holding Katie's ankles together.

With that out of the way Auntie started rubbing Katie's body all over with various herbs and spices. Next she poured a warm sauce over Katie using a brush to make sure the thick, sticky, sweet liquid got into every little nook and cranny the little girl had. Katie giggled as Auntie carefully applied it to her pussy lips and tiny clit.

When she was done Auntie looked into Katie's eyes and said, "Honey, its time for us to say goodbye. You won't be able to speak during this part and I'm going to find difficult to do this if I'm thinking of you as my little niece. From now on you just a little piglet to prepare for a feast. Goodbye."

The little girl nodded sadly. "I understand. Goodbye, Auntie. I hope to see again some day."

With that the old woman laid a piece of cloth over those beautiful, sparkling blue eyes. Then she got a strange device. It looked like a funnel attached to a small wooden frame. The legs went on either side of Katie's head and the end of the funnel went into her mouth. Auntie was afraid that she was going to have to pry the girl's lips open, but they parted without resistance. Damn this little girl was brave! The end of the funnel, which was perhaps an inch and a half wide, slid deep into her mouth stopping just short of the back of the throat. The old woman tied it into position so that it could not be removed. Next tiny plugs were inserted into the child's nostrils so that she was forced to breath through the funnel. Now to start the stuffing the roast.

Auntie had force feed many animals before and knew that for them this was the worst part of the preparation. It was torture, pure and simple, but necessary to producing a superior roast. Once you started it was important you kept going. The animal would swallow easily in the beginning, but would start to resist once the stomach filled up. It took a while for the stomach to realize how full it was, though. At some point the desire to avoid bursting the belly would exceed the desire to breath. If that came before you were done, your meat could expire prematurely.

There were five cook pots of warm stuffing ready to go. In each the bread was combined with a juice to make a mixture that could be poured. The old woman poured the first pot into the funnel until the funnel was half full. Katie's only way of breathing was through the funnel, of course, so she was forced swallow the mixture until the funnel was clear so she could breath again. Auntie just allowed two quick breaths and they refilled the funnel. In that way they went through pot after pot.

Little Katie could not have conceived what this would be like. With her eyes covered and the mixture filling her mouth she felt like she was drowning. Whenever she cleared the funnel and begin to catch her breath, the funnel would be refilled. Again and again and again! Her stomach filled, then overfilled, yet mixture kept coming! She reached a point where it felt like her stomach would explode if she swallowed another mouthful. She decided to just give up breathing and die, but she couldn't. After a few moments her lungs burned too much. She had to clear her mouth to breath. Despite the pain she started swallowing again. Please! Please! Make it stop!

Auntie watched as the little girl's stomach expanded before her eyes. She laid a practiced hand upon the child's silky soft skin gauging just how much her belly would take before it would rupture. Katie, who had had a tummy just slightly rounded with baby-fat, now looked exactly like she was nine-months pregnant. A strange sight considering she wasn't yet ten years old. The old woman tapped the little girl's belly. The skin was pulled so tight it vibrated like a drum head.

Only a half pot of stuffing was left. Did Auntie dare risk force feeding the whole thing to the little girl? If the child's tummy busted it would ruin her. Still, Auntie's professional experience said that she should risk it. She shoveled the last of the mixture into the funnel. For a moment nothing happened. Katie had stopped swallowing. Had Auntie miscalculated? It was important that the meat be still alive when the roasting started. Was Katie dead? "Come on, Katie" thought Auntie, "you can do it." After a few long seconds the mixture started sliding down the funnel again. Good work, Katie!

The old woman removed the funnel and took the cloth from the child's eyes. Katie was gone. She still breathed, but the eyes no longer sparked. They were flat and dull like those of a doll. Auntie waved her hand in front of the little girl's face. The eyes did not move. The force feeding had been too much. Katie's mind had gone. She was catatonic.

If there had been any hope, and there hadn't been much, it was gone now.

Auntie finished the final preparations. She took a large apple and pulling the girl's mouth open, forced it inside until it was tightly wedged. The final hole had been plugged. Now the old woman wheeled the cart with the roasting pan over to the opening of the brick oven. The black metal doors were swung back and with some effort she pushed the pan inside. The doors clanged shut.

As Auntie started stoking up the fire, she felt something nagging at her. She'd forgotten something important. What was it? The nose plugs, of course! She raced back around to the door and flung them open. Pulling the pan part-way out she popped the bits out of the little girl's nostrils, then felt for the movement of air. Thank goodness the child started breathing. If she had expired early, it would have ruined the whole roast!

Sliding the pan back inside, Auntie closed the doors again, then flipped over her time measuring glass to make sure Katie wasn't in too long. It wouldn't make any sense to burn her after all the work that they'd put into this meal!

* * *

As it turns out Katie wasn't as out-of-it as her aunt had thought. True, she had the worst stomachache in history, but shortly after being pushed into the oven her brain slowly, very slowly, started working again.

Katie's first vague thought was that it was delightfully warm in where ever she was. The cold of the morning against her naked body had chilled her to the bone. This place was a great improvement. Katie tried moving around a bit, but found herself restrained in almost every way. The only change to her position she could make was to push with her legs. This caused her to slide an inch or so backwards. As soon as she relaxed her muscles, however, she slid right back where she was. One strange thing about this motion, however, was the feeling it gave to her in between her legs. There was something big and rounded halfway up her pussy and as she moved it would slid in and out a bit. Katie tried moving a few more times. What a delightful feeling it gave her down there! Katie did it some more moving faster and faster. Her pussy began to get damp and the skin around her crotch seemed to buzz with pleasure...

It took Katie just about 10 minutes to have her first orgasm. After the pleasure started to subside she found she could think just a bit more clearly. Where was she? What was the flickering orange light she could see reflected off the low, rounded brick ceiling?

At first the feeling of warmth had been welcome. Now it was really much, much too hot! Her little buns were burning! If she hadn't had some kind of fruit jammed in her mouth she would soon be screaming in pain. Was she in hell? Is this were bad little girls go when they die? No, it couldn't be hell. She could smell her Auntie making dinner. Katie recognized the warm, sweet smell of her Aunt's special sauce. She wondered just want her aunt was roasting.

Suddenly it all came back to little Katie in a flash. The meat that Auntie was roasting, the thing that smelled so good in the oven... it was Katie herself...

* * *

The Snake-King could smell his tribute dinner as he approached the house. The sweet smell of the sauce over the tender meat. This meal would be extra delightful as he would be consuming the old woman's little niece. He didn't get to eat little girls often, but when he did they were a real treat.

As he entered the clearing around the house he saw the table set for him. The old woman had outdone herself. The child lay on her back on a try on the table garnished with fresh fruit. The old woman had slid something under the small of the girl's back so that her distended stomach rose like a small mountain. At the peak, in the child's naval, had been placed an enormous, red, ripe strawberry. A cooked apple was jammed in the girl's lips. A pineapple had been sliced and two rings of the fruit had been placed on the girl's chest so that they circled her tiny brown tit buds. Her hair (preserved from burning by oil) hung in two pig-tails that dangled on either side of the table. Her skin, under the sauce, was a beautiful, golden brown. She was indeed a meal fit for a king!

"Old woman, you have out done yourself!" the snake hissed.

"At a terrible cost!" she replied, a tear running down her face.

The King usually liked to watch, even play with his food, before starting his meal, but this was too good a feast to delay. He opened his mouth and let his jaws wrap around the girl's tiny beautiful feet. Like all snakes he swallowed his meal whole working his way up the child's body. Thighs and ass were followed by hands, arms and chest.

The giant snake paused only when he approached the end. Closing his mouth for a moments the only part of Katie that could be seen were her head and hair hanging between the King's giant lips. Then he opened his mouth again and the head disappeared.

The lump that had been Katie could be seen moving down the king's long body toward his stomach. Auntie watched in fascinated horror.

"An excellent meal, old woman!" the snake cackled. "I can't wait until your granddaughter reaches this age. She will make a fine meal too!"

"No! No! Never! She is my own flesh and blood!"

"When the time comes you will do as I say or-" The king stopped in mid-sentence. His face twisted in pain. Suddenly he started whipping his body around as if in a spasm. Then he froze. His huge, ugly head dropped to the ground with a crash. From the look in his eyes Auntie knew he was dead.

She raced over and grabbed her sharpest knife. Running to the lump in the King's body she started prying away scales until she could cut him open. When she did a gush of blood came out. Cutting some more she peeled back some skin to find Katies face, apple still in place, staring at her. At first the old woman thought it was too late, but suddenly the girl gave mighty cough and the apple when soaring across the clearing. Katie opened her mouth and gave Auntie a big grin.

"It worked!"

* * *

They talked by the pond as Auntie washed the King's blood off her niece.

"I was so worried. I thought you would be too weak after the roasting to do it, but I had to keep you in the oven as long as possible, otherwise he would have noticed," Auntie said.

"After the oven, I didn't really wake up until my head was in his mouth," Katie said, " I just lay there until I felt his heart right above me, then I found the folding knife you hid in my pussy after you took the cucumber out, and started cutting a hole from inside toward the sound of the beating. You were right. He was invincible from the outside, but from the inside it didn't take me long to kill him. I might have drowned in his blood if you hadn't cut me out of him when you did!"

"You are such a brave girl! Is there anything special I can do for you?" said Auntie.

"Well, there is one thing," replied Katie.

"What?"

"Could you get this carrot out of my butt hole? I gotta shit real bad!"

So our story ends with brave little Katie bending over while her aunt, with one booted foot on the girl's shapely cheek, tugs on the green leafy tail hanging out of her ass, hoping it doesn't break.