Wrestling and Wrapping

Susan smiled, getting into her sweat shorts and orange tank top, eager to begin what she wanted to do for a long time. A new sport had come out a year or two ago that involved wrestling with, and wearing down, large constrictor snakes. The smallest allowed were boa constrictors, but there was no such thing as 'too big' so far in wrestling matches. Susan had tried to get into the sport professionally, but the pigs in charge said that she had a limitation. She was too light to wrestle. Weight minimum for the pro's was 130 pounds. Susan was 114. Perhaps the first time a woman wanted to be heavier! Susan planned to show them though. She had been asked by a friend to babysit a certain Burmese python pet while her friend was out of town. Susan was only too happy to agree, having a plan in mind.

"Okay Brutus, ready for wrestling?" the busty late teen asked, flicking some of her black hair behind her ear. Brutus was a very large and heavy Burmese python, weighing 238 pounds and was 23 feet long. A gorgeous specimen of a snake to be sure! The snake lifted its head towards the door of the cage, tongue flicking curiously.
"Atta boy. Now just keep tight, I'll be back in a sec." Susan said, giggling to herself. Susan set up a tripod with a camera, angling it so that it could view the entire room she was in with the python.
"Hi there! This is going to be a demonstration of my skills at handling and wrestling snakes. Consider this my formal audition for the pro's, m'kay? We'll see who's laughing at the end of this, so nyah!" she chuckled, sticking her tongue out at the camera. With that she turned and opened the door to Brutus' cage and heaved the large python out. She grunted under his weight, having difficulty holding even a small section of him. But she was able to pull the large snake out and have him partially ball up at one side of the room.

Susan smiled, stretching on the other side of the room.
"Watching judges? Here's your upcoming champion!" With that Susan jumped on the python whom she was actually supposed to be feeding. She planned on feeding him afterwards though. Susan pounced onto the python's coils, making it hiss and writhe in surprise and irritation. Susan tried to wrap her hands around its neck and force it into submission. At first she seemed to be winning. She was strong for her size and was lithe with muscle. Try as the python might, it couldn't pull its head free of her tight grasp. She used her knees to pin most of his neck to the ground, making him unable to bite. Susan smiled, showing off her bright white teeth.
"Now this is how its done!" she cheered, smiling at the camera as if she were a model. But thats when things started to turn against her. Unable to slither away, Brutus had no choice but to retaliate. She had made a big mistake in tackling his whole body coiled up. From between her knees came on coil, rolling up between her legs and curling around her waist, immediately applying pressure once firmly in place. Susan grunted, looking down with a look of almost puzzlement on her face. Another coil nearby wrapped around her leg and also began to squeeze.

"Oh, tough guy huh?" Susan asked, using one of her hands to try and shove the coil around her waist off. It budged a few inchest, pulling some of her sweat shorts with it. She blushed a bit, knowing the camera would see some exposed skin. But she concentrated on what was happening. She pushed more until her waist was safe but the coil was around her hips. There weren't any vital organs there and she should be safe until she made the python submit. She had everything under control.
But that all changed when Brutus slicked his tail up behind her and wrapped it around her neck, sliding around her neck twice and then squeezing. Susan gasped, knowing that she was now in a bit of trouble. She tensed the muscles around her neck, hoping that would hold off the snake's strong grip. She knew that if she released her hold on the head that it would be very free to move as well as bite her. She couldn't let that happen. She shook her neck, hoping to dislodge the tail but it wouldn't move. It seemed glued to her neck. It slid some more tail around, now 3 coils around her neck and pressing in ever tighter. She couldn't take it! She released her hold on Brutus' head and quickly began to peel the coils away from her neck, but it was slow work. The coils were reluctant to have their choke hold removed. While that was happening Brutus quickly began working his head and neck up and around her torso, making an X shape over her chest as its coils crossed over one another. Susan cried out, feeling her chest being smothered in the scaly muscle. She shoved her elbows down, trying to push the mounds of muscle off of her torso. She tried to stand up, using all the muscle she had in her petite body to try and escape the death grip. She got to a crouch position, but that was all she could manage. The weight around her torso was too much for her to lift and she fell back down with a thump. She tried again. Beads of sweat beaded her face and forhead while sweat pooled beneat her arms and other places. What a fight!

Then Brutus seemed to deside to end her attempts to stand. From behind her again came a thick coil which covered her neck and face, hugging her head tightly and pulled backwards stiffly. Susan let out a muffled cry of desperation. In her crouch she was now pulled backwards by the big coil. She landed on her rear and then her back with a dull thud as the snake's weight began to pin her down. She could no longer feel her left leg, Brutus' grip cutting off the circulation. Susan was now in very big trouble. Half of her body was trapped beneath squirming muscle and the rest would surely follow if she didn't escape quickly. She pushed with her right leg as hard as she could while managing to pull the coil around her face down, now settling around her neck. She was now on her chest. She was breathing very loud and heavily. It wasn't just from the exertion, but from her torso slowly but steadily being squeezed. She still had her arms though! She had to get next to the cage where there was a bottle of alcohol which was a snake deterrent. Her friend kept it in case Brutus got aggressive. It was her only chance! If she could just dribble it onto Brutus' face, she would be safe. She didn't care about the wrestling anymore. She just wanted to be free! Susan placed her hands on the ground and pushed hard, trying to at least get herself into a sitting position so she could reach up and grab the bottle. She continued to breathe heavily. She knew she was in even worse trouble as another section of Brutus wrapped around her chest, right beneath her arm pits and held tight. She could feel the cold scales touch her skin greedily.

Susan grunted and pushed with all her might, sweat rolling off of her face like rain water. Almost there! If she could just get a tad bit of momentum, she would be able to sit on her heels and reach the bottle. Her arms trembled with effort and lack of oxygen. She had to make it, she had to! Susan's air came in gasps, the coil around her neck showing her little mercy as it steadily cinched tighter and tighter, closing off her airway. It was like a thick sadistic collar around her neck.  But all hope for her faded as her arms gave out and she collapsed to the floor heavily. She was completely spent and the sudden jolt made Brutus close tighter around her. Her breathing now only came in shallow gasps. She was bundled in Brutus' muscular body and now had no chance of rescue. Her arms flopped limply to the ground. She hissed in light breaths, feeling light headed, only able to watch now. Brutus' head slithered slowly past her face, flicking his tongue at her nose and mouth almost tauntingly. Her vision started to blurr as she saw the pink gums of Brutus' mouth as he opened his mouth frighteningly wide.  It seemed very ironic to Susan's oxygen deprived brain. It was feeding time for Brutus, wasn't it? The camera continued to record the entire ordeal, even until Susan was gone and Brutus was curled in the corner of the room, a tight bulge in his muddle....