Bogsweeper Incident: Slithering into Trouble (author: ptddddd)

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Content Warning: Blood, Vore

Danica giggled, staring at her dark-skinned partner’s shapely butt, which was complemented by her bright, blue jeans, along with how her white crop top (which only had a sleeve on the woman’s right arm) and black bra supported Petunia’s ample bosom. All the while, the two surveyors continued to meander through the dark, twisting mangroves, the latter holding the last of the pair’s signs that read ‘DANGER, QUICKSAND!’ as Petunia kept some of her attention on watching her step along the shallow, murky waters to respond properly.

As Petunia’s mind was filled with the thought of Dr. Marcovic’s heavy breasts, the ebony woman’s breath became soft pants, unable to speak, at least, not in coherent sentences. As the red-haired woman looked over at her partner’s sweltering, flushed face, all she could do was smirk, as if knowing exactly what was on the researcher’s mind, and it wasn’t anything about playing in dirt…

Danica paused for a moment, as did Petunia.

The red-haired woman looked around at the surrounding jungle. With no GPS to guide them, the two surveyors were essentially as good as lost, with no means to tell the time, as the sky above them was almost entirely blocked off, casting a dark veil over the swamp as the two lost explorers could only stare at each other in silence, unsure of what to do, as they lacked the experience of Aiko and the guides to properly get themselves un-lost (even then, the guides almost always had troubles when it came to navigating the Mangrove Swamp, which meant the duo were doubly trouble now…) The numerous cries from the unseen animals, as well as the splashing of the dirty, shallow water with each anxious step that was taken, deafened the two ladies’ ears to the true danger that was slowly closing on them; a large serpent, with a dark, muddy brown texture of scales. The snake seemed to be about forty feet long, capable of completely cocooning an average-sized human in its tight, strangling coils. Having slithered close enough to catch its prey unawares, the snake went on the attack; it quickly, but silently, wrapped itself tightly around Petunia’s muscular, shapely legs, cleansing them tightly, before hurriedly slithering away into the depths of the jungle beyond with the ebony woman in tow. It wasn’t until she heard the ebony woman’s screams that Danica herself noticed what transpired.

Wasting no time giving chase, the red-haired woman took with her the sign that Petunia dropped in the hopes of using it as either a lifeline or a weapon if needed. As Danica continued running through the Mangroves, she appeared to be gaining on the snake that had the ebony woman in its clutches, with Petunia herself futilely clawing at the soft, wet ground beneath her to try and stop from being forcibly dragged away. However, all that scratching and clawing at the earth did was tear away at the skin on the researcher’s fingers, leaving behind trails of deep, red blood for her companion to follow, as well as the deep, contralto yells and grunts from being bludgeoned and tripped by every rock or root that the snake carelessly slithered over. Things would only take a turn for the worse as the large snake haphazardly dove into the large, flowing river, deep within the Mangrove Swamp that flowed south towards a large lake. As Danica stopped at the shore of the rapidly flowing waters in front of her, the endless gushing of the waters filling her ears and drowning out all other noise, the surveyor could only assume that the snake dragged Petunia away with it into the bush on the other side. The red-haired woman couldn’t stand around like a nervous wreck forever, and she knew it.

With no time to lose, Danica quickly waded into the powerful river; the frigid waters, which relentlessly pushed her toward the direction of its current, could not deter the determined explorer from crossing. The surveyor’s wade now became a swim as she entered water that was deeper than she was tall. Danica struggled to keep her head above water, as it ruthlessly sloshed and gargled as the soaking redhead was struggling to get both herself and the sign she carried in her left hand to the Eastern side of the river. Each unwilling gasp of cold, foul-tasting water quickly spat out, Danica’s vision blurred as ceaseless waves splashed over her face, threatening to break her composure. Yet, without complaint or hesitation, Danica kept going. Unsurprisingly, the red-haired woman was gradually being dragged downstream, but still, at no point was she ever totally helpless, as the edge of the river neared. Quickly, the soaked woman grabbed her sign and stabbed it into the soft riverbed, grunting exhaustedly as she crawled out of the freezing water into the soft river’s edge, lying down on the muddy bank to catch her breath from the extensive, physically demanding endeavor.

Trying to keep herself from passing out from exhaustion, the red-haired woman sat up, looking on at the river that she had just crossed, before looking behind her at the dark jungle that extended beyond the river. Sighing in disbelief, Danica could only despair in the fact that if she were going to rescue her companion, she’d have to brave dangers that made the river she just swam through look tame in comparison.

Dusting herself off before standing up, the red-haired explorer grabbed her sign and began walking from the river, taking one last look before leaving it behind. Danica knew that to get back to camp, she would eventually have to cross that river again, whether or not her partner was accompanying her, but she had no interest in that scenario plaguing her thoughts. Continuing onward, pushing through the eerie silence of the swamp ahead, the redhead marched, her dark, burly hiking boots stomping through the reeds that would have slashed her feet had she worn weaker footwear. However, said footwear wouldn’t protect her from the loose, wet dirt she was stepping into as she entered a clearing in the reeds, the dark muck sticking to her boots like glue.

Struggle as Danica might to press forward, it would only take a few more steps before the soaked, pale woman would eventually find herself at her shapely thighs, unable to escape the muck’s pull any further.

Meanwhile, deeper within the Eastern part of the swamp, the ebony woman was completely wrapped in the dark-scaled serpent’s coils. Every part of the researcher’s sweaty, bruised, cut-up body was enveloped in a tight embrace, with Petunia softly moaning through the coils that covered her mouth and, briefly, her nose, providing limited oxygen to the researcher, as she was kept in a torturous state between conscious and unconscious, the woman’s scarlet eyes darting all around her, as her blurred vision attempted to make sense of her unfamiliar surroundings, yet still, unable to think coherently while coiled up and barely able to breathe.

Just when the dark-skinned researcher felt the coils loosening up around her, Petunia attempted to break free, her vision becoming more and more clear, until…

SQUEEEEEEZE

Suddenly, the coils surrounding the ebony damsel tightened up once more, cutting off her airway completely. Attempting to scream through the coils covering her mouth, Petunia could only let out a futile peep, as her vision slowly faded to black once more, forced back into her daze while being on the verge of passing out.

‘Ugh… Danica… you better not have gone back to camp…’ was the only coherent thought that the ebony woman could produce before her mind slowly went numb from being forced shut by the massive snake, which was only keeping its prey alive long enough to lure in Petunia’s friend…

Things weren’t exactly going well for poor Danica, either. Having sunk to her bosom in the wet, squishy peat bog, the muck making loud squelches with each helpless struggle, the red-haired lady continued pulling at the tall reeds that grew at the clearing’s edge, risking cutting her hands open if it meant grabbing the closest lifeline in her vicinity. While Danica did bring with her the last remaining sign from her and Petunia’s excursion in the mangroves, it, sadly, was out of the surveyor’s reach, as, in the initial shock of getting stuck in the bog in the first place, the redhead foolishly dropped the sign on the muck’s edge, leaving it out of Danica’s reach for the time being. Even as the bog was slowly swallowing her bosom, the redhead knew she couldn’t give up. Yet still, her situation looked awfully grim; she was shoulder-deep, too far away from the edges of the peat pit to try and claw her way out.

Bobbing her shoulders up and down, before they too vanished into the rippling mire, mimicking its prey’s frantic struggling, Danica could only grimace in terror as she was sunk to her neck, the heavy, gunky peat burying her, her breath more panicked and huffed.

Her cries despair doing little to break the silence of the swamp, and now down to her chin in the quivering morass, Danica knew that with each futile movement, her inevitable fate would arrive sooner… or did it… as the last thing the redhead heard before her ears slipped under, filling up with gunky muck was the soft hissing of another snake, which slowly eyed Danica as her mouth slipped under.

In the blink of an eye, the snake went on the attack, effortlessly diving into the muck, slowly but surely, its way through the thickness of the deep slurry that bound a human like Danica to it, like thick cement. As the snake made quick work of ‘rescuing’ its prey, the muck-coated surveyor’s upper body was quickly wrapped up in the creature’s dark-brown coils, forcefully dragged away from the bog toward the dark unknowns of the swamp.

Forcefully dragged away by the beast holding her heavy, muck-caked body in its grasp, Danica helplessly struggled against the snake’s binds, only able to do as much as flail her legs, as the red-haired woman’s lower body could do nothing to grab a hold of the rough, dusty earth beneath her, tripping and scratching herself on every little branch, root, or stone that the surveyor was forcefully run into, each obstacle effortlessly dodged by the snake as it neared another of its kind, the same creature that had poor Petunia trapped in its coils. As the mud-coated snake slowed its slither, the loud hissing made the red-haired damsel scream in pain; the agonizing noises were torturous, and, worst of all, inescapable!

As Petunia (whose ears were buried in the coils of the snake enveloping her) saw through her blurred vision, her fellow surveyor, having been captured by these vile snakes as well, the coiled and gagged ebony woman could only look on in horror, as, while being tightened by the snake coiling around her, the snake that held Danica in its grasp quickly got to work on enveloping the mud-coated woman in its coils. Spiraling its way around the red-haired damsel’s body, wrapping itself around every inch of her thin, shapely form, the tip end of the serpent’s tail even wraps around Danica’s neck for good measure, her airway being able to be blocked at the leisure of the dark creature holding her in place.

The ebony woman’s face was forcefully yanked back, forced to look up at the dark jungle canopy, the sky entirely obscured by trees and more snakes. Hundreds of them. All equally as long, if not longer… no. The forty-foot serpents that had captured the two surveyors were both fairly young. By devouring these two large, busty women, their bodies would only grow larger and longer, able to devour more and more humans. The coils around Petunia’s face subsided, the cacophony of hisses finally reaching her ears.

However, the agonizing noise wouldn’t be heard forever, as the serpent’s head slowly neared Petunia’s screaming face, which turned from unbearable pain to silent fear, her vision becoming increasingly clear as the snake’s jaws opened wide.

Meanwhile, Danica could only look on at the terrifying scene playing out, the snake next to her slithering its way down Petunia’s body, the ebony woman flailing helplessly as more and more of the dark-skinned woman was slurped up by the snake.

Before the mud-coated, red-haired damsel could react any further, she felt a strange, warm goo drip from above her, prompting her to turn her attention upwards, at the snake’s expansive maw, readying itself to devour its prey as the serpent’s mouth drew closer and closer…

With each passing moment, more and more of the two surveyors were quickly slurped up into the serpents’ bodies, using whatever strength they had left that had yet to be wrung out of them to struggle against their fates of being devoured alive. But still, nothing either of them could do was enough; the two damsels’ slim, tender bodies painfully twisted to fit inside the predators’ mouths and down their throats, a process that was very deliberately slow, the two snakes toying with their prey as they were forcefully slid into their bodies, until finally, the surveyor’s mud-coated shoes were the last to be devoured, the snakes nearly choking before finally able to close their mouths once more. All that was left was for their newfound meals, their playthings more so, to be digested.

‘Ughh… this is… is this… it for me…?’ Petunia wondered to herself, her wet, goop-coated clothing slowly melting away, leaving the ebony woman totally naked as she remained trapped, totally cocooned within the serpent’s insides. ‘Nnnnghh… I’m… totally stuck… I never thought that I’d be eaten alive out here…’ The dreadlocked woman could only helplessly struggle against her slimy cocoon, her scarlet eyes only seeing pitch-black, and the lack of oxygen slowly suffocating her as she drifted deeper and deeper into unconsciousness. Nothing else in the Great Swamp could hear her final struggles or muffled cries, the snake that had just swallowed her whole slithering its way deeper into the jungle darkness.

Meanwhile, Danica was suffering a similar fate, her body twisting and bending at the whims of her devourer, her clothes having melted away, as the nude red-haired woman could only struggle in fear, her eyes jolting all around her at the slimy darkness surrounding her. ‘No… this can’t be real… how did I… no…’ The red-haired woman’s instinctive grunts met only silence, as the snake slowly slithered into the treetops above her, its prey forced to hear the cacophony of hissing from inside the snake’s stomach. The loud, unstoppable hissing only getting quieter and quieter… the closer Danica had gotten to passing out… until… as she slowly lost all feeling in her faint body…

Opening her eyes as she sat up at the wooden desk, Danica slowly wiped the drool that was leaking out of her mouth. Looking around through her blurry vision, she found herself blinded by the light of the large, 22-inch monitor in front of her, which displayed a map of the Great Swamp’s various biomes. At each of the major biomes that the Bogsweeper team explored (Northern Peat Bogs, Central Peat Bogs, Mangrove Swamp), there were a series of red dots that correlated with each of the signs placed by the various members of the Bogsweeper team, each sign containing a microchip that could be detected by the Bog Detector (Beta v0.1.3) server, the same software that was connected to by Danica, Petunia, and anyone else who took part in the Bogsweeper project via their cell phones. Meanwhile, as her vision cleared, Danica looked on as Petunia, sitting in the seat to the redhead’s right, still wearing her usual white tank top/black bra combo (and luckily, no big snakes wrapped around her), scrolled over toward the Eastern side of the Great Swamp, which, to the ebony woman’s surprise, was empty. No dots, no actual designations of landmarks or major areas. All of it was nothing but a mystery.

Danica shrugged, not sure what else to say without giving away that she just had a dream about her and her companion being coiled up by giant snakes and eaten. What the red-haired woman really wanted was to have dreams in which she and Petunia ditched their clothes and messily made out, pressing their bodies against one another, their tongues interlocked as rivers of wet, sticky drool flowed from their mouths… their moans filling their ears as opposed to the hissings of giant, hungry snakes, and the only thing coiling around the pale-skinned surveyor being the ebony woman’s long, muscular arms, pinning her in place so she wouldn’t have second thoughts of being devoured by the dreadlocked lady’s lust.

Meanwhile… deep in the Eastern part of the Great Swamp, far from the river that separated the Western and Eastern halves, the dark brown-scaled serpents lay in wait, as the vast menagerie of serpents slithered up and down the large, moist trees that blocked out the blazing sun, the humid mist weakening any humans that were taken into the snakes’ unforgiving territory. Deeper within lay about seven dreadlocked, ebony women, all of whom were renowned huntresses from an all-female tribe, who frequently went on excursions into the desolate jungle to hunt. But alas, in the hopes of taking the lives of the serpents that dwelled within their hunting grounds, the huntresses were quickly humbled, as, one by one, the snakes quickly ensnared the dark-skinned warriors in their coils, taking them back into the murky abyss to be coiled up even further. Time seemed to slow, as the huntresses were squeezed, choked, strangled, and brought to the brink of suffocation over and over again…