Chapter 11 - The Trap and the Trail

“Nice shot!” Rosemunda cheered, watching another squirrel fall dead onto the ground. Rose ran to collect the squirrel as Nichoni checked the darts on her pouch. Descended from multiple clans including the Apache, Cherokee, Navajo and more, Nichoni had practiced with blowguns as a girl. So she was a natural with the weapon she found dropped next to a tree. 

“One more and we'll have enough to make some clothes.” Rose joked, quite tired of wearing the same yellow laced nightgown she had been forced to wear since her captivity. Nichoni herself would prefer something other than her tube top and mini-skirt. Their sheer outfits were ill-made for outdoor conditions and had been more and more worn and torn as they traveled through this jungle. Fur apparel wouldn't be much better considering it was made from squirrels and possums. But it would beat what they had on right then.

Suddenly, Nichoni held up a hand, hearing something move nearby. She looked around and saw a dark form slither off into a clearing. Nichoni and Rose slowly followed the siuous traveler and came to the edge of the bush where they saw a large anaconda slither into a bed of mud.

The snake had a full stomach.

“You distract it and I'll shoot it.” Nichoni knew this was risky, but an anaconda that large would provide meat for a week. It's skin and scales could also be put to use in addition to whatever it had eaten already. Snakes tended to retreat into hiding after devouring prey, they lost much of their strength and mobility after engorging themselves. Which meant that this inexperienced juvenile would be perfectly powerless to dodge or resist Nichoni's darts.

“Nichoni...” Rose tugged on Nichoni's arm, bringing the woman's attention to the red annelid monster that emerged out of the jungle. The snake moved its head towards the wyrm and began to slither away, but it was too slow to evade the red leech.

The juvenile serpent felt the wyrm press its sucker upon it's body. The anaconda squirmed, trying to keep the wyrm from finding its head or its tail. The squirming bulge in its body was moved up as the anaconda began to convulse.

“What is that?” Nichoni asked in confusion at the scene.

“I think it's about to throw up.” Rose guessed as the snake opened its jaws. “Snakes can't move as far when they're full. If they feel threatened, they'll regurgitate eaten food so that they can escape.”

“Right...will that...thing take the bait though?” The Scarlet Wyrm found the anaconda's tail and swiftly slurped it down. A pair of legs were retched from the snake's mouth as it squirmed, slowly vomiting a human being covered in muck and juices.
But she was very alive and very familiar.

“Larissa!” Rose shouted, but was restrained by Nichoni. The two girls watched as the Ukrainian was pushed into the clay, still unconscious as she spat liquids from her mouth. Behind her, the anaconda was halfway swallowed, unable to escape despite its attempts to bite the wyrm devouring it.
Nichoni froze, caught between running out to rescue her friend and between running from the King Wyrm devouring the king of serpents. Moments passed as the anaconda's head disappeared into the Wyrm's maw and the serpent was swallowed down the red wyrm's throat. Both girls were horrified when they saw the serpent's form move down the wyrm's vermicular form to join a growing bulge where multiple humanoid forms were trapped.

“Rose...we need to leave...” Nichoni's eyes were moist with terror, tears falling down her cheeks as the wyrm moved its sucked towards Larissa. The wyrm had pushed much of its distended bulk towards the back of its body, leaving the front half free to slowly wrap around Larissa's chest. The two girls saw the Ukrainian gasp, her bare breasts pushed up by the ridged coils. The sucker grabbed a pink-tipped boob and mashed over the mound.

“Its tasting her...” Rose shook with fury, watching as Larissa was tormented by the predator that suckled her breast. Larissa's breathing quickened, her body flushing red with heat from the Wyrm's molestation. It sucked on the other breast, leaving the other lubricated in a thin white mucus that ran down her thorax.

“Not just that.” Nichoni saw that the wyrm had no eyes, no ears, no nose. Yet, it knew that the snake was there and attacked it. It knew where Larissa was and was now tasting her body. The only way that this creature could know the world around it was by touch.

By vibration.

“It's going to eat her!” Rose had to be restrained again by Nichoni. Rose struggled against the taller girl's grip, her eyes glued to where the wyrm expanded and sucked in Larissa's head. “Don't you see that! It's eating her!”

“I know...” Nichoni saw the sight too, watching as Larissa's face disappeared into the worm's sucker. But beyond the feasting wyrm, she saw a trap. The wyrm gobbled down the anaconda in mere moments and it was taking its time stretching over Larissa's body. This predator was blind, but it was intelligent.

It knew where two other humans were.

It was using Larissa as bait.

Rose however, couldn't see this. “We can't just leave her-”

“We can't help her! We have to warn the others.” Nichoni was right. However, what the Ponca American didn't see was the other trap. The scene of Larissa's consumption as just the most obvious trap. The second trap was what neither girl could see.

The wyrm's tail emerged from the wet clay as the girls argued. It first sensed the heat of Rose's body and wrapped itself around her ankle.

“No! I won't leave her!” Rose protested, ignoring the clutching grip of the red appendage as it moved up to her knee.

“Rose...I don't want to leave her either, but we if we stay-” Rose was ripped from Nichoni's grip and thrown into the clay. The tall girl dove into the clay and swam after the ripples where Rose was being dragged under. “Hold on!”

Sensing that the trap was sprung, the wyrm released the brunette from its mouth and let her fall back into the clay. Larissa was going nowhere, the Red Wyrm could wait to feast on her. It would let her bath in the dark clay while leading the brown beauty on a chase after the blond entangled in its tail. 
Nichoni watched the red tail lift a gasping Rosemunda out of the mire and wrap itself upon the petite german. Her pale skin marred by mud, Rose could only exhale and cry out as the tail tightened its grip over her body. Nichoni pulled out her blowgun and loaded a dart. She aimed for its body and exhaled with all of her might, sending a dart flying through the air at the wyrm.

The dart bounced harmless off of the red wyrm's exterior.

Startled, Nichoni was completely defenseless against Red Leech's counterattack. It roped its elastic form around the native american girl, wrapping itself around her alluring body and tearing open her already worn clothing. The wyrm slithered towards the two wrapped beauties, its slimy coils pressed and rubbed them into submission despite their resistance. 

Its open head loomed over a gasping Rose and a white liquid spilled out onto her face. Her yellow hair  lathered with white cream, Rose was forced to in inhale the substance in large gulps. Nichoni saw the german's feet twitch and her body writhe as a shade of pink appeared on her skin. Whatever she couldn't drink spilled down her body, lubricating her coiled curves like a porcelain doll. 

Mesmerized by the sight, Nichoni shrieked when she was dropped into the mud. She coughed and rose up her head, watching Rose fall into the mud as the Red Wyrm loomed over both of them.

Or it's body was.

Nichoni felt something grip her feet and pull her into the mud. She looked down and saw the wyrm swallowing her legs, pressing her shins into its foul maw with ease.

“No!” Nichoni couldn't pull her legs out of the great leech and she had no leverage to use her arms. The mud made her hands slip and sink with each attempt to grab something. Her lace tube top had the appearance of wet tissue, revealing her copious breasts to the open air. Her short skirt had fallen off, leaving her bare ass on the mud to be laminated in clay. The wyrm swallowed up to her hips and Nichoni could feel heat building over her slit. She was too tired to cry out, the slime on the wyrm's form had sapped her strength and the volume of her voice.

She could only weakly moan and beg as the wyrm slurped down her torso and arms pinned to her sides. The wyrm tightly fit over her body like a fleshy sheath, exposing the outline of her body through it's stretched body as she was gobbled. Once the wyrm reached her breasts, Nichoni ceased resisting, she knew now that it was no use.

“Nichoni...” Rose heavily breathed, she was on her knees and up to her torso in mud. Her hand was submerged between her legs, fingers pressing in and out of her cunt as she watched her friend get swallowed. Rose couldn't help herself, the wyrm's sludge had driven her into a maddened frenzy of lust. Her base instinct to find a mate and be breed was consuming her conscious mind. In the absence of a worthy mate, Rose could only finger herself to appease her body's needs.

As the wyrm slurped down Nichoni's head, Rose climaxed as she watched Nichoni's form move down the wyrm's body. The bulge that was once her fellow captive was now joining the massive hump where past victims were being stored for digestion. Why was she seeing her friend's consumption as arousing? Rosemunda didn't know and she couldn't answer. Nor could she stop touching herself when the Wyrm moved to Larissa.

“Larissa...” Rose had tears in her eyes as the Wyrm engulfed Larissa's head and shoulders in one gulp. It gripped onto her body, lifting the ukrainian into the air as her breasts wobbled in protest. The wyrm lifted Larissa into the air and let gravity do the rest, taking in the girl's body in large gulps. The wyrm continued on the move, swallowing up to Larissa's dangling legs as its long body slithered through the mud into the bushes. 

Rose watched in stunned horror, her fit of passion broken by the realization that she was alone now. She had been on her knees, masturbating to her friend's demise and did nothing to help her. The Wyrm that ate her was departing unmolested, its stomach enlarged by the additional prey now trapped there.

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Marcus rubbed his eyes, following the native Mivri as she guided him and Bonnie through this thick jungle. She knew the area far better than either of them and so they let the woman lead them in a search for their friends. 

"Why didn't we get a guide?" Marcus asked himself as Mivri started speaking to Bonnie urgently and then moving on. The mongoose was on alert, its fur vibrating as if it would pounce on anything at any moment. "What did she say?"

"The Red Wyrm is near." Bonnie replied and Marcus cringed in horror. According to Mivri, all of the native tribes feared and avoided the Red Wyrm. It was the apex predator of this jungle and even devoured other predators, especially off-guard snakes as they were easiest to swallow. For no reason at all, Marcus was thinking of the Kinabalu Red Leech and how they sucked down large earthworms for dinner. 

In this jungle, the snake was the earthworm.

"Dead skin!" Bonnie shouted, pointing out where a long sheath laid abandoned on the ground. The three of them inspected the tube of dead skin and Marcus recognized it as being the same as the tube Meili had showed them. "Mivri? Is it nearby?"

Mivri nodded, pointing to the fine trail of lubricant slime that formed a trail through the soil. 

"That looks interesting." Hearing a click, the three turned to see a thin eastern european man point an automatic rifle at them. The man was quite dirty and tired, but smiled at his catch. "Also, I am Gred. Who are all of you?"

"Mivri..." The native said with a hand above her breasts, she used the other to point to her companions. "Tavi...Marcus...Bonnie..."

"Wait...you can speak english?" Marcus asked as the native shook her head. "How do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Listen.." The girl answered though it was clear that her spoken vocabulary was limited.

"Oh...you're a very smart girl." Gred complimented the native and looked to the explorers. "Your packs...you're with those dumb bitches aren't you?"

"What?" Marcus asked in confusion.

"The Russian and the Japanese." Bonnie's eyes widened, knowing that he was talking about Galina, Noriyo and Meiko. "They stole my cargo. And I'd like to have it back or I will die. 

"I'd rather not die." Gred laughed with Marcus nervously joining in. "Do you want to die mulatto?"

Marcus' laughter had a volume of humor in it now. "No! Who wants to die young? Let's get your cargo back instead!"

"You speak my language!" Gred put the muffle of his gun in between Bonnie's cleavage, making her start to laugh as well. "So let's talk about how we do that, shall we?" 

Marcus was still laughing as he swiftly nodded.