Arabella's Mistake 4 (Patreon)

Arabella gasped as the serpent began its deadly squeeze on the poor girl. Her lungs had no chance against the incredible strength of this well fed predator. Her flesh bulged out of the coils and purpled as she lost her breath to his grip. Her feminine frame was being crushed as the snake took its time to admire the large servings of female jello spilling out of her brazier. 

It tasted her as she screamed in agony. It relished the flavor of the young jewish girl who was in his complete control. Taking great satisfaction in the her soft girlish flesh, it helped itself to Arabella's meat bags and savored the shy struggle she gave at his lustful advances. The snake was instinctually subduing her for dinner but also prolonging her suffering out of enjoyment and pleasure. 

His grip was so tight that her joints could be heard popping and cracking as if she was in a chiropractic office. Her bones now bending as he extracted the last drop of energy she could offer in resistance. She let out and exhausted moan, and the snake rejoiced at the primal signal. Her body was now limp and tender, and properly prepared for her journey into his digestive system.