Pt 9

The water cannons sprang into life. Mandy and Niamh put all their concentration into getting as much through their respective targets as possible while Amy and Jenny kept looking between their friends behind the cannons and their other friends with the ropes around their necks. From what they could tell, Niamh appeared to be winning, keeping the stream from her cannon steady with far more going through the hole that not. Charlie and Beth’s targets were being sprayed by two boys, similar-looking enough to be brothers, Beth’s around eight years old and Charlie’s eleven or twelve. Both had serious, focussed expressions and the way they were holding their cannons made it clear that they were used to playing video games with big prop guns.

Despite knowing that his victory would result in her death, Beth found herself cheering on the little boy shooting at her target, shouting encouragement to him and assuring him he could beat his brother. The boys that Niamh and Mandy were shooting at, however, were doing their best to distract them and put them off.

All of a sudden, somewhere in the distance, there was a loud splash and a huge roaring cheer. Mandy and Niamh, along with the four naked volunteers and all the spectators of the game turned momentarily to see what was going on. It looked as if someone had successfully hit the target on the piranha tank and that the volunteer who had been dropped in was now being devoured by the ravenous shoal.

“Damn! We missed it!” Mandy muttered turning back to the target.

“Crap!” Niamh swore as he cannon cut out. It took her half a second to realise why this had happened but a sudden high-pitched yelp snapped her attention, along with everyone else, to Charlie who’s platform had fallen away and was now thrashing about, writing like a fish on the end of a line, hanging from the rope around her neck. The boy shooting at her target had been the only one not to break concentration when the man-eating fish had received their over-due feeding and his focus had paid off. His friends ran over to congratulate him while his younger brother looked a little morose. The other four girls ran over to Charlie to watch their friend’s final moments in horror and fascination.

“Wow…” Niamh stared, wide-eyed as the pretty brunette’s face started to turn from red to purple. “I feel kinda guilty! I… Sorry, Mandy.” She put her hand on the slightly smaller girl’s shoulder, worried that she would be upset to watch her sister die but Mandy was breathing heavily, obviously very aroused by the show, with a broad grin of her face.

“Don’t apologise!” she laughed. “This is the hottest thing ever and I bet Charlie thinks so too! She’s always had a thing about hanging! Bet that’s why she joined in this game!”

“I guess that’s okay then!” Jenny chuckled a little uneasily, glancing away from Charlie’s final dance to see the other volunteers being released and giving their prizes. She was used to seeing girls and young women die in her dad’s shop, everything from little cuties who were hardly more than babies up to women in their early twenties, many of whom found real life beyond university with it’s requirements for employment, rent, car payments and various other mundane drudgery to be too much like hard work and decided selling their body for meat was a far easier alternative. Heck, she had even helped to kill a lot of them and processed the meat of many more. But never before had she watched a friend die.

She looked around at her four remaining friends as Beth rejoined him, hugging a large panda toy which was her prize for surviving. What if one or more of them decided that they wanted to volunteer and asked her dad to process them? Would she assist like she had with little Maria earlier? It was a troubling thought but also thrilling and Jenny was more than a little disturbed by how exciting she found it.

Charlie’s body was still now, hanging limp such a short distance above the ground and gently swaying. The five girls watched in fascination as the noose was loosened and her body was added to the cart at the back, casually laid across the corpse of the boy who had died in the previous round. Already a new quartet of volunteers were undressing, all girls this time, mostly older teens with nice bouncy tits that would surely look great as they danced on the rope, and one younger girl, maybe twelve years old, who’s own breasts were just starting to protrude pokily from her chest.

“Should we stay and watch another round?” Jenny asked, wondering if the rest of the girls were feeling as shell-shocked as she was by Charlie’s admittedly incredibly sexy demise.

“I think there’s a show or something about to start over there!” Beth pointed to a stage where a crowd seemed to be starting to gather, above which hung a banner advertising the local zoo. “We should go watch!” The others agreed and the group moved off, Mandy lingering only a moment longer to give her sister a final, silent goodbye before following them, wondering if they would see Charlie’s body on the grill later and wondering if she’d get to try a bit!

The five naked girls managed to squeeze their way reasonably close to the front and got a good view of the stage. There were big cages with cute little monkeys, some colourful birds and one with two very cuddly-looking tiger cubs. There were also bigger cages, however, one that a very large and irritated-looking adult tiger prowled back and forth and the other which had an artificial tree set up in the middle from which hung a very large, thick python, it’s head the size of that of a large dog! There were roll-banners stood along the back of the stage explaining the important conservation work that the zoo was part of and inviting people to subscribe and become a “friend” of the zoo or to adopt a specific animal.

“I wonder what’s going to happen?” Mandy whispered to nobody in particular as a cheerful-looking man in safari gear and an explorer’s hat over his appealing tousled, dark-blonde hair emerged onto the stage. He looked vaguely familiar and Jenny realised she had seen him on the zoo posters all around the town and was pretty sure he’d occasionally been on TV too. Everyone clapped and cheered, obviously happy to see him, as he waved to the crowd.

He was soon joined on stage by a young girl of around thirteen, dressed in baggy tan shorts, an orange t-shirt with the zoo’s logo on it and sandals with no socks, her light-brown curls tied in a high pony-tail like a fountain on top of her head. She too smiled and waved but received a far more subdued greeting, nobody quite knowing who she was or why they were supposed to care.

“Hey there everyone!” the man grinned, speaking into a wireless microphone. “What an awesome day, huh?” Everyone cheered and clapped again. “The sun’s out, we’ve got great entertainment and great food! What more could anyone want?” There were more cheers and some laughter. “In a bit, you’re going to have the chance to come up here and meet our animal friends. You can even have your picture with some of them, but first, we need to give Myrtle her dinner!”

There was a little murmur of confusion and intrigue running through the crowd. Just who was Myrtle and what did she eat?

“Myrtle here is a very rare breed of python!” the man explained, walking over to the large cage where the apparently placid serpent rested in the tree. “There’s only three like here in captivity and they’re nearly extinct in the wild so she’s very precious! Such a friendly girl, too, arent’ you?” He reached through the bars of the cage, which were wide enough apart for a fully-grown man to comfortably slide his arm through but nowhere near wide enough fro the snake to slither out, and gave the giant python a little tickle under the chin. There was affectionate laughter from the audience as she raised her head in apparent pleasure and flicked out her forked tongue.

“Now pythons like Myrtle,” he continued, “digest their food very slowly so only need feeding once a month so what you’re about to see is a very rare treat to witness!” He grinned out at the audience, pausing a moment to allow his words to sink in. “In the wild, she’d eat pigs or goats or sometimes even a small cow or horse if she found one but we’re going to be giving her something a bit different today. Something easier to find and a little more cooperative!” It was at this point that the girl stepped up to the front of the stage and gave a wave.

“This is Bobbi.” the man explained. “Bobbi’s been helping out after school and on weekends for the last year and she and Myrtle have grown pretty close so she volunteered to be the one to feed her in front of all of you today so that you can experience this wonder of nature for yourselves!” There was a polite round of applause for the athletic-looking your girl as she grinned and waved again very perkily. “Perhaps you’d like to prepare?”

Now people were interested! Bobbi pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing a toned stomach and black sports-bra. There were cheers and whistles and she dropped her shorts and kicked off her sandals. As she pulled off her bra, revealing a pair of small, pointy little titties it seemed as if the audience would go crazy!

“Because there’s no other naked girls about of course…” Jenny half tutted, half chuckled to her equally nude companions. Growing up the daughter of a butcher had, for her, been much like growing up in a naturist family. She was so used to female nudity, her own and others, that she could never understand why it was still such a big deal to so many people. Maybe it used to be, she wondered, before women and girls were routinely eaten but these days any boy wanting to see a pair of tits could just take a wander down the high-street! Yet here everyone was, whooping and cheering as an admittedly attractive girl got naked in front of them. Perhaps, she wondered, there was something exciting in watching the act of getting undressed? The tease being more alluring than the end result?

The girl on stage was completely naked now, having pulled down her black panties to reveal her young vulva crowned with trimmed but still visible pubic hair. This, admittedly, surprised Jenny a little bit. She was so used to the meat-girls she helped process either being naturally hairless or having removed any body-hair in preparation for their trip to the butcher’s so seeing a teenage pussy in its natural state, so to speak, was quite a novelty.

While the now-naked Bobbi stood patiently, the famous zoo-keeper explained a little about Myrtle’s species and their habits in the wild. He then invited the naked and clearly excited young girl who was clearly either a gymnast or dancer to enter the cage. She drew back the bolt and opened the cage door only wide enough to slip inside before reaching through the bars and bolting it behind her. The snake looked up with mild curiosity but seemed otherwise unconcerned about the intruder.

“Now like I said,” the man continued while all eyes were on the cage where the girl was petting the snake that was about to eat her, scratching her scaly head and giving little kisses on the nose much like anyone might do with a beloved pet, “these two girls have been friends for a long time and Myrtle is used to Bobbi coming and going, maybe not dressed like this ‘though, more’s the pity!” He paused for the laughter that followed his remark. “So anyway, it won’t occur to her at first that Bobbi is food. She doesn’t get hungry the way you or I do so Bobbi will need to trigger her feeding instinct.

Everyone, including Jenny and her friends, watched with interest as the young teen coaxed the snake to open her mouth which was wide and gaping and slid her slim arm inside. Everyone seemed to hold their breath expectantly.

“Bobbi’s not going to have her arm bitten off!” the man explained with a slight chuckle as if reading their collective thoughts. “You’ll have to come to the tiger presentation at four if you want to see something like that! No, what she’s doing is stimulating the inside of Myrtle’s throat. We do this when we deliver her a pig or goat carcass to feed on or, indeed, when any of our volunteers want to give her a special treat like today.” Bobbi drew her arm out and stood still, arms by her side and her chest moving heavily with her obviously excited breathing.

“Myrtle’s trying to sniff out her food now,” the man explained, “seeking carrion first as that is, of course, far easier prey in the wild but, as you see,” he commented as the huge snake began to move her head from side to slide and uncoil her massive, muscular tail from the tree, “finding none, she will go for Bobbi. Watch this, folks!”

As the audience watched in silence, the tip of the snake’s tail began to coil around the girl’s ankles, creeping slowly upwards until she was encircled up to her knees. Bobbi glanced over at the zookeeper a little nervously, as if asking permission for something. He gave her a gentle nod.

“This is a painful experience for Bobbi, of course,” he explained to the watching crowd, “so I’m sure none of us would begrudge her a little pleasure, huh?” Bobbi placed her hands almost coyly over her vulva as if shielding it from view like a girl caught coming out of the shower with no towel but quickly slipped two fingers inside her tight but extremely wet young pussy and began to stimulate herself as the coils snaked higher. Soon her arms were pinned in place and anything she may still be doing with her fingers was hidden from view. “Good luck, Bobbi!” The man called out in her direction, “And thank you for everything you’ve done for Myrtle and the other animals!” The girl gave a slightly weak smile as her chest disappeared inside the writhing coil, leaving only her head and shoulders still visible.

There was absolute silence as the audience watch the snake decide she had coiled far enough and begin to contrict. There was a crunching sound as Bobbi’s bones were crushed within the incredibly strong coils of the huge serpent. She gave a cry of pain and coughed a little blood onto the snake’s yellow-white scales but she continued to squeeze and constrict. Bobbi’s face began to change colour much as Charlie’s had not fifteen minutes earlier and still the snake squeezed.

Suddenly, the large head shot forward, jaws open wide, taking the apparently still barely alive teenager’s head in one go then pressing down, loosening her coils as she forced Bobbi’s crushed body inside her own. Having reached Bobbi’s hips, Myrtle released the rest of her coils and allowed her prey to fall to the floor of the cage. From this position the snake slithered forward, gulping the pretty, tanned legs inch by inch into its massive throat. When no more remained visible of what had been Bobbi, Myrtle the snake coiled herself up and began the slow process of digesting her meal.

“Well, that’s it, folks!” The zookeeper announced. “Come back at four if you want to see the tiger fed and in the mean time, do come meet some of our smaller critters!”

“What do you think?” Jenny asked as quite a lot of the audience began to surge onto the stage.

“I’m pretty hungry actually.” Beth conceded. The others all agreed. “Shall we go see what’s cooking?”

“Becca boobs from what we heard at the coconut shy!” laughed Niamh.

“Don’t forget Charlie!” Mandy laughed, thinking of her sister’s limp but still delicious-looking body laying on the meat wagon. “We might find her on the grill!”

“Only one way to find out!” Jenny grinned. “Let’s go see!”