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The snake hissed in frustration, it was getting harder and harder to swallow its meal, it needed to change its position. So it started to lower itself slowly down, leveraging the weight of its meal to guide the process downward. As it got further down, the snake started to rise its head upwards so it could let its meal slide easily down its moist throat. Gwen moaned as she felt the snake’s entire body start to move, as it moved its throat muscles started to become tighter around her naked body, creating an inescapable sensation of pressure around her body.
“Da---Damn yo---you!” Gwen moaned. The moist, rhythmic contractions of the serpent's throat muscles, while initially uncomfortable, carried an unsettling undercurrent of pleasure that Gwen found impossible to resist. As the snake got into a better position to devour its meal, it kept on eating it, eager to satiate its hunger with a filling meal. The snake, driven solely by its primal instincts, showed no mercy as it devoured more of its meal. With each rhythmic gulp, Gwen's form was gradually drawn further into the snake’s body. Now, with its head raised upward, the snake optimized the trajectory for its meal descent down its throat. The upward orientation made it considerably more convenient for the serpent to orchestrate the seamless sliding of its meal along the slick contours of its moist throat. Pushing its meal form further down. Gwen felt how it was getting hotter and tighter the further she went down, and it seemed that she was heading faster down the snake’s body. Had the snake found a quicker way to eat her? She wondered. The uncertainty heightened Gwen's sense of vulnerability. As the snake kept on eating her, Gwen started to think how all of this had happened. The events leading up to this moment replayed in her mind. It had been an ordinary day, indistinguishable from countless others, until the abrupt shift that relegated her to nothing more than sustenance for a gluttonous snake. How had she allowed this to happen to her, she went from Gwen Stacy to a mere morsel. But how hard she tried to fight back, how hard she tried to convince herself that this was wrong on so many levels. She just couldn’t. Her travel down the snake’s body was just so good. The heat, an exotic dance on her skin, created an intoxicating symphony of pleasure that defied her rational understanding. The tightness, constricting around her naked body, reached a point where Gwen could feel her very bones trembling as if on the verge of snapping. In the midst of this bizarre and unsettling pleasure, the demarcation between life and death became increasingly indistinct for her. She also found a strange allure in the snake’s saliva. As the snake continued its relentless swallowing of her body, its moist saliva coated her skin, creating an unsettling yet oddly intoxicating sensation. The thick saliva intertwined with the heat, creating a sensual feeling that made it hard for her to tell the difference between pain and pleasure. And as her mouth was open wide by force, tongue exposed, she found herself involuntarily tasting the snake’s saliva. Tears streamed down Gwen's cheeks, mingling with the snake's saliva that adorned her face. As the pressure became unbearable, her eyes rolled back into her skull, the crushing tightness around her head invoked a simultaneous blend of agony and delight. It felt like her skull was about to break at any moment, she was in unbearable pain. But she was also enjoying herself. The snake was now half way done with its meal, this is the best meal it has ever had.

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The snake hissed in frustration, it was getting harder and harder to swallow its meal, it needed to change its position. So it started to lower itself slowly down, leveraging the weight of its meal to guide the process downward. As it got further down, the snake started to rise its head upwards so it could let its meal slide easily down its moist throat. Gwen moaned as she felt the snake’s entire body start to move, as it moved its throat muscles started to become tighter around her naked body, creating an inescapable sensation of pressure around her body.
“Da---Damn yo---you!” Gwen moaned. The moist, rhythmic contractions of the serpent's throat muscles, while initially uncomfortable, carried an unsettling undercurrent of pleasure that Gwen found impossible to resist. As the snake got into a better position to devour its meal, it kept on eating it, eager to satiate its hunger with a filling meal. The snake, driven solely by its primal instincts, showed no mercy as it devoured more of its meal. With each rhythmic gulp, Gwen's form was gradually drawn further into the snake’s body. Now, with its head raised upward, the snake optimized the trajectory for its meal descent down its throat. The upward orientation made it considerably more convenient for the serpent to orchestrate the seamless sliding of its meal along the slick contours of its moist throat. Pushing its meal form further down. Gwen felt how it was getting hotter and tighter the further she went down, and it seemed that she was heading faster down the snake’s body. Had the snake found a quicker way to eat her? She wondered. The uncertainty heightened Gwen's sense of vulnerability. As the snake kept on eating her, Gwen started to think how all of this had happened. The events leading up to this moment replayed in her mind. It had been an ordinary day, indistinguishable from countless others, until the abrupt shift that relegated her to nothing more than sustenance for a gluttonous snake. How had she allowed this to happen to her, she went from Gwen Stacy to a mere morsel. But how hard she tried to fight back, how hard she tried to convince herself that this was wrong on so many levels. She just couldn’t. Her travel down the snake’s body was just so good. The heat, an exotic dance on her skin, created an intoxicating symphony of pleasure that defied her rational understanding. The tightness, constricting around her naked body, reached a point where Gwen could feel her very bones trembling as if on the verge of snapping. In the midst of this bizarre and unsettling pleasure, the demarcation between life and death became increasingly indistinct for her. She also found a strange allure in the snake’s saliva. As the snake continued its relentless swallowing of her body, its moist saliva coated her skin, creating an unsettling yet oddly intoxicating sensation. The thick saliva intertwined with the heat, creating a sensual feeling that made it hard for her to tell the difference between pain and pleasure. And as her mouth was open wide by force, tongue exposed, she found herself involuntarily tasting the snake’s saliva. Tears streamed down Gwen's cheeks, mingling with the snake's saliva that adorned her face. As the pressure became unbearable, her eyes rolled back into her skull, the crushing tightness around her head invoked a simultaneous blend of agony and delight. It felt like her skull was about to break at any moment, she was in unbearable pain. But she was also enjoying herself. The snake was now half way done with its meal, this is the best meal it has ever had.