((Okay, how about this for a posting order Crownflame - Me - SweetEmousey (if still here) - French Vorish (if he is still here) - Blobby (if he is still here) - Divine))<br/><br/>Terry gulped as Celia casually dismissed his attempt to save his life, before her head floated down to his feet. Pinned on the table, he could not see what was happening, but he could hear Celia chuckling as she taunted him.<br/><br/>He was about to respond, he was going to say he wouldn't wriggle, that he wasn't tender, anything to convince the snake not to eat him. Then, he felt his legs secured and felt a thin, strong, warm object delicately flicking betwen his toes. He clenched his teeth as he tried to look down and see what was happening. He tried to keep from giggling, but he could not stop himself from reflexively wriggling. His little toes, frantically widening and clenching, his legs, moving as much as they could out of reflex and his upper body, giving a some small periodic spasms.<br/><br/>Then, he felt his feet enter the mouth. He gasped and said in an exacerbated fashion, "No stop... I-I don't want to be eaten!" as his feet sank into the soft, spoogey muscles of Celia's mouth, the feet trying to flap about. His feet were becoming drenched in saliva, they were heavy to move and Celia's soft muscles kept a firm grip of his feet, only allowing pathetic slow movements.<br/><br/>His feet, becoming warmer after being coated in drool moved about, moved about as if exploring Celia's mouth. His toes happened upon the entrance to the throat, a small, tight canal, coated with viscera. Terry began to panic even more, as he thought about being forced through the tight canal and into the stomach, "Please, I'll do anything!" The futility of his pleas did not even register with him as he continued to struggle against Celia's coils, arching his back and trying to slide his arms out.