Posted by Menagerie on July 15, 2004 at 18:50:01:
IT’S MAGIC
This was, Lisa decided, the dumbest thing she’d done all semester. With two exams in the morning, she’d let Anna talk her into going to this crummy magic show at the Auditorium. “I won the tickets,” Anna had gushed. “It’s free! We’ve got to go!” Well, she’d spent the last week cooped up in a dorm room, slaving over the books; what’s more, she didn’t even have enough money to see a movie. Lisa went.
SAURON THE GREAT, read the cheaply painted sign at the door, decorated with crude drawings of snakes and a man in a top hat and cape hypnotizing them. A dozen colorful, papiermache serpents hung from the ceiling of the drafty old Auditorium; ominous music with a jungle beat blared over the loudspeakers. Lisa settled in, swept her long, brown hair to the side, and peered through the machine-made smoke in front of the stage; blue and red lights were swirling as the curtain parted, to reveal the performer.
He was tall—very tall. Anna had won great seats, front row center; the magician had jet black hair to his shoulders, a mustache, a pointed chin and long nose…and eyes that seemed to burn right through Lisa. Unreal, she thought, turning slightly away; the magician kept those eyes trained on her. They seemed to glow a brilliant crimson; then, he swept his cape before him, strode toward the wings, then turned again to face the audience.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced, “I am that evil that creeps through the night, without making a sound. I see you, but you cannot see me; I strike, and you are unable to resist. I am SAURON!” Big, hairy deal, thought Lisa, but all the same his theatrics, delivered in a thunderous baritone, made her shiver a little; unconsciously, she grabbed Anna’s sleeve.
“Look at all of them!” her enraptured friend exclaimed. Snakes had begun slithering across the stage; big ones, fat ones, long one. Bright green, deep maroon; striped, reticulated, polka dotted. All swarmed toward a large box in the center of the stage and surrounded it, then waited patiently.
“My friends,” laughed Sauron, “they know who is in the box. It is…their LEADER!”, and with that, the magician waved his arm; smoke billowed from offstage, obscuring him from view. When it cleared, the tall man was gone, and suddenly…to thunderous music, the box unfolded, exposing…
It was huge; it looked like a snake, but its head alone was three feet long, its body as thick as a tree trunk. It waved angrily back and forth; the snakes surrounding the box reared up, seemed to do a dance, swayed in unison to the pulsating beat. The giant serpent rose even further out of the collapsed box, towering a good eight feet above it…reared forward, eliciting gasps from the audience. It spoke, in the magician’s voice. “NOW,” the words rang in Lisa’s head, “do you believe in the power of SAURON?” And with that, the box reformed, the serpent dived into it…and the magician re-emerged, arms outstretched.
“Oh, brother,” Lisa muttered, as the audience burst into applause. They must be starved for entertainment, too, she thought, and started doing differential equations in her head. Calculus at 8 am…psych at 11:30…what was she doing here…?
“Young lady!” Sauron stood directly before her, his hand outstretched.
“He needs an assistant,” Anna gushed. She was enjoying this entirely too much, Lisa decided. “Go on,” Anna urged. Lisa was reluctant, looked up…caught the magician’s eyes; hesistantly, she rose from the cramped, underpadded seat, took his hand—it was cold, his grip firm—and walked up the stairs to stage level, to the cheers of the crowd.
“What is your name, young lady?” the magician asked; his tone was courteous, but the eyes continued to burn. I can see your soul, they seemed to say to her. She stammered out her name, inexplicably smiling; he went on, holding out a shiny, black snake, “Lisa, this is my friend Vladimir. He is my pet. Take him, he will not harm you.”
No, thanks, she was thinking, shrinking back, when Sauron suddenly flung the squirming reptile at her. She shrieked, raised her arms to fend it off…and found herself holding an armful of flowers. “Vladimir,” Sauron grinned, “he is like a bouquet to the ladies; but to me—” and again he wafted his cape; Lisa found herself holding a…a thing, an ugly terracotta gargoyle, three feet high. It looked at her; she screamed, dropped it, it shattered on the stage—and squirming out of the shards, there was Vladimir, slithering toward Sauron. It wound around his leg and looked up at him, flicking its tongue. The crowd went wild; Lisa slowly exhaled.
“My dear Lisa,” said the mysterious magician, again wrapping his chilly hand around hers, “you have been magnificent. Has she not been?” he cried, raising her hand over his head and beseeching the audience; as they applauded, Lisa smiled sheepishly, and hardly noticed when Sauron bent over and whispered in her ear…
The rest of the show was a blur to Lisa. Many small snakes entered a box; a huge one came out. Sauron grabbed a snake by the tail, snapped it out like a whip; it became a rigid shaft. He broke it in half; it became two snakes. Then came the finale; a giant prop snake, coiled onto a ten-foot square platform, was rolled onto the stage. Lisa caught her breath, stared straight ahead; her breathing became shallow, and she again gripped Anna’s arm. With a wave to the audience, the magician entered the mouth of the snake, head first; he slowly disappeared into it. Lisa’s eyes were fixed on the snake’s head, feeling a mixture of fear and…and wonderment. Lights flashed; smoke pots billowed…and the magician descended, triumphant, from a riser high above the stage.
Lisa felt her shoulder being shaken. “Are you all right?” Anna asked, anxiously. “You zoned out on me.”
She turned to Anna, forced a smile. “Sure,” she said, “just thinking about that calc exam. That would scare anyone.”
Anna looked worried; her bright blue eyes looked into Lisa’s, found them strangely calm, peaceful. “You look pale. Maybe we should find a washroom.” People were rushing for the exits; the Auditorium would soon be deserted.
“There’s something I need to do,” Lisa said, firmly; she stood up. “Why don’t you go back to the dorm? I’ll see you in the morning.”
“You sure?”
Lisa grinned. “Go on. Maybe I’ll find you a snake, bring it home…” Anna squealed, backed off. “Don’t you dare!” A pause. “OK?”
“OK,” said Lisa softly, and waved. Anna shrugged, turned, and filed out with the rest. Lisa headed toward the side exit, the one that led backstage…
She found the door, the one Sauron had instructed her to seek. Green, peeling paint; it squawked with rust as she opened it. “Come in, my dear Lisa,” intoned the deep voice from within the bowels of the darkened room. “Please, prepare yourself.”
The door closed behind Lisa, enveloping her in the twilight dimness of the room; only a faint glow from the campus buildings outside, reflecting through dirty windows, provided any light. Lisa stood still for a moment, and then began to disrobe. Her sneakers came off, followed by her jeans; her legs, full and smooth, as she peeled off the Levis. She pulled the T-shirt over her head, unclipped her brassiere; her breasts spilled out, heavy and full. Down came the cotton panties. She stood, nude and barely breathing, sweat glistening on her body from the dim light. The voice spoke again. “I have selected well.”
“Why do you want me?” asked Lisa; a tear began to trickle down her cheek. She didn’t understand why she had come here; she was powerless.
“Every few months,” the voice rumbled, “I must feed. It has been so for five hundred years. I live among your people; my command of the serpents, my brothers, amazes them, and allows me to make my way among you unnoticed. But I must feed,” and the voice grew ever deeper, more menacing. “The time has arrived. Come forward.”
Lisa slowly stepped forward, one bare foot in front of the other, brushing against the pits and splinters of the rough wooden floor. In the reflected light from outside, she could see the giant head, mounted to the huge stalk of a body, weaving back and forth before her. “You are quite fragrant,” she heard. “You smell of raw womanhood, of youth. Your muscles, your blood; I will savor it all.”
The tears were flowing freely now; Lisa could not resist, despite her terror. “I don’t want to die!” she whispered. “Please—let me go!” She stood still, her fists clenched, just inches from the creature.
“It will be slow,” it responded. “You are of a good size; my gullet can only swallow a few inches at a time. It will take many minutes for you to work down my throat. Sit down.”
Obedient though it would cost her her life, Lisa lowered herself to the ground; her plump, bare bottom met the harsh floorboards. She waited, tears continuing to boil from her eyes, an occasional whimper emerging from her throat...until she abruptly realized her lower legs were enveloped by the beast’s enormous maw.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she screamed; the spell, she knew, was broken. In vain, she put both hands on the floor, tried to scoot her fanny back. She was disappearing into the creature, inch by inch; its throat muscles would ripple, and she would be sucked in a little bit more. Up to mid-thighs now. In desperation, she pounded on the hard, scaly head; it hurt her hands, but not the monster. “Oh, stop!” she sobbed. “Please, let me go!”
Another swallow; her tender pussy was up against the beast’s mouth. She found the stimulation, the wet, slimy lips against her womanhood, oddly titillating. For a moment, she stopped struggling, looked down in awe. Another feeling; its tongue was tickling her rectum. Her legs were within the serpent; she resumed struggling, squirming, trying to pull her legs out of the beast. Another thrust; she was in, up to her navel. She became aware of something hot, burning, against her feet; its stomach juices, she thought. It’s beginning to digest me! She resumed pounding, screaming, begging to be released; the burning hurt worse, crept up to her ankles, her calves. “Somebody,” Lisa shrieked, “please, please help me!”
“None will come,” replied the voice.
Lisa was stunned, momentarily forgot her peril. “Your mouth is full—full of me; how can you talk?”
“You are not hearing talk,” came the response; another spasm, and her breasts were squeezed against the monster’s jaw. “I speak telepathically. That is how I was able to command you to come to me. Surely, in my current form, you did not think I could speak as a man.” Her breasts disappeared within the mouth; the burning was up to her thighs, and she could feel the flesh of her feet beginning to give way.
Lisa was beginning to swoon; with her chest enveloped by the serpent, her breathing was labored, and the pain was excruciating. Her eyes began to roll back in her head. “Why me?” she whispered, her head lolling.
“It is the flesh of young women that keeps me alive,” the voice boomed in her head. “Your friend…I could not get her to focus on me; she would glance, and then away again. You were intent, your gaze firm; I could bend you to my will.”
Up to her shoulders; Lisa’s arms were stretched overhead. The meat was dissolving from her bones, her pussy was inflamed with the beast’s poison. “You are most tender,” came the soothing baritone, “most succulent. A young woman like you, with such a firm body…your flesh will keep me strong for a long time.”
“What are you?” breathed Lisa. She was just barely conscious; only her head peeked out of the creature’s mouth.
“I was born of evil,” it responded. “The witches gave birth to me; they cast a spell on a cock rooster, and it produced an egg without germ. I have grown these many centuries, larger and larger. The man you saw before you this evening was an illusion. I—am Sauron.” And with one final, massive contraction, Lisa’s head disappeared; only a few strands of her long, flowing brown hair hung outside of the now-closed mouth.
With a sigh, Sauron reared; a huge lump, the lump that had been Lisa, bulged from its thorax and belly; it wriggled and kicked a bit, her dying throes. Her flesh was being digested, breaking down into fibers, washing down its esophagus. Every bit of her being would eventually be absorbed into the strange beast from another time. It felt sluggish after such a meal—Such a meal, Lisa had been!—but knew it must take flight; they would come looking for her, find the clothes and nothing else, speculate a maniac had taken her. As it slid through the door, it became invisible to the eye, and guided its massive bulk through an exit and toward the open road. Lisa gave one last kick and was still. There would be others, Sauron knew; other college campuses…