Coils

Kaa hung in disinterested loops across a tree limb, very depressed. Why had he ever become involved with that man-cub?

It had started that one fateful night nearly a decade ago when he'd slipped down to that sad little man-cub, consoling him, hypnotizing him, and then carrying him into the tree-tops. All had been fine and good. But unlike the usual "guests" he'd entertained over the years, he found himself playing with his victim, sliding him about his coils, marveling at his smooth, warm flesh. Even when the cub had been so nicely trussed up and ready for ingestion, he found himself delaying. And then the interruption, followed  by being toppled from his branch. Such a painful association.

But the knot in his tail had not been the worst affliction. Kaa had found himself thinking of the man-cub, that hairless little ape whose skin was so warm and soft against Kaa's own scales. Without realizing it, Kaa had found himself drawn along the man-cub's path. Once more, he'd attempted to seduce the man-cub into his coils, and once again he'd been rebuffed. As it turned out, the man-cub had been seduced by a greater force, having found himself lured into a village by a woman-cub. And that should have been the end of it.

But Kaa found himself thinking about the man-cub, his warm flesh and pathetic struggles, and how perfect he'd felt within Kaa's coils. Kaa had tried to not think about it but it had proved impossible. He'd ranged to the ancient ruins and had picked off a few monkeys, for monkeys were not unlike men. But fire was not their own difference; Kaa could find no pleasure in their captivity. They just lay in his coils, hairy and petrified. They were only good for the 'circle of life' usage and nothing more.

And so he thought of the smooth warmth of man-flesh, the delicious struggles of a sentient creature in his coils, and his absolute domination over them. He'd tasted this heady mixture and wanted more.

Against every instinct, he found himself drawn back to the village. By night, he'd hang in the high trees beyond the palisade, spying. By day, he'd slip through the high grass and speak to the domesticated water buffaloes who feared him not, gathering information.

He learned that the woman-cub had gotten her sub-pack (her family) to adapt the strange wild boy. But he'd proven unable to adapt to his new group. Unable to domesticate him, his new family had taken to binding him up in ropes and leaving him in the fenced yard behind their hut at night. Kaa dared not enter the village, but he watched the man-cub with the same hypnotized helplessness of his victims. There was the man-cub, night after night, sometimes hanging from his heels in his vine-ropes, sometimes trussed with hands and feet behind him. Often his hosts jammed cloth into his mouth to silence his wild cries. Night after night, he fought his ropes, unable to escape, while Kaa watched from the nearby tree-tops, his cold blood heating his veins.

But the strangest thing had started occurring a few years ago. The woman-cub had matured into a creature as delicate as a gazelle. Her eyes were brown shimmering pools. Her hair was black as night. Her long purple dress still covered her coltish legs, but her breasts had grown beneath her halter top.

In her earlier years, she had slipped out to view her captive, to giggle at his helplessness, to tickle his feet and sing her little songs. Roped and gagged, the man-cub could only wiggle in frustrated agony. But as she grew, she took to brushing her hands across his body, sometimes to tickle his ribs, but often to simply trace those long yet roped limbs. She began to kiss him, something Kaa had to struggle to understand but eventually found enduring, her little lips brushing against his gag as she cradled him in her arms. The man (for he, too, had grown) was helpless to resist. Kaa found his heart rolling with sorrow. He should be cradling and loving the man with his long slinky coils, not this singing, frail woman.

Then had come the deaths of her wealthy parents, one after the other, and she was left alone in the world. Yet every night, she still bound up the man-cub, singing to him, teasing him, kissing him. And something new. Kaa had watched, mesmerized, as she'd pulled away the man's loincloth with a twinkle in her eyes. Still singling, she'd settled over him, her skirt rucked up, dusky legs as strong as Kaa's own coils pinning the man-cub in her grips. Kaa had caught a glimpse of something in the moonlight, something as snaky and strong as himself, pulsing on the front of the man. But then she was fully astride him and they pumped away like a two-backed beast, the man roped and bound and unable to resist, the woman smiling and willful and in absolute control.

Then came the night that changed Kaa forever. He'd watched the woman lead her man (who was now as domesticated as the village's water buffalos) into the moon-lit grass of her hut's enclosure. Her narrow little shoulders were festooned with ropes: thick ropes, thin ropes, ropes made of vines, ropes purchased from the red-jackets to the south. So many ropes! Kaa wondered if she'd been collecting them with loving fashion over the long years. Sweetly, she bade her man to lay on the grass and had then started trussing him up.

Kaa watched in open-mouthed rapture as the leggy, beautiful creature with the seductive eyes went about her ways, settling each rope with care. The man could do nothing save watch as his limbs disappeared beneath her lashings. Next came the gag and blindfold, yet that had not been enough for her. She'd tied ropes around his face, totally captivating the man in a complete display of domination. After much effort, he lay on his back on the sweet grass, cocooned in her ropes, the only part of him visible the strange snake-like part of him. Smiling, she ran her finger around it for some time, and Kaa was reminded of the tales he'd heard of snake-charmers and how they could make his cousins, the cobras, dance in their baskets. She was most certainly charming him, her finger making his snake grow erect and swollen. Moans rose from the cocooned figure, but it might have been passionate screams muffled almost to nothing by the layers of bindings. Heedless to his discomfort, she knelt low at his side, her small pink tongue relieving her fingers of their task, lapping up and down the man's brown column. The roped figure trembled, unable to move. And then she was swallowing him, much as Kaa swallowed his guests. The man shivered and bucked yet her strong jaws maintained their hold.

He arched his back, quivered, and then fell still. She stood, wiping her face and smiling sweetly, before she padded back to her hut, singing softly to herself. The man remained in his ropey coils for the next day and the following night. Many times, the woman came to his side, sometimes to eat him, sometimes to sit upon him. The man was powerless to stop her. Eventually when she did untie him, on the dawn of the following day, he was unable to move. She'd finally roused him by dumping a jug of water over him.

And Kaa had watched it all, his eyes radiating color in their strange, hypnotic way, Yes, the man was still soft and interesting, but that was not enough. Kaa was in love. He was in love with that woman, with her long limbs, her singing voice and her absolute command of her coils of rope. She was his equivalent. Like the man-cub who had been more wolf than man, she was more snake than woman.

The buffalos had told Kaa how she secretly collected the berries that animals knew about, the ones that kept the young from forming in their bellies. Evidently she was content with her trussed man and wanted no cubs to distract her from her pleasures. This might have meant nothing, save for the fact that without a daughter, she had to continue to fetch water from the stream herself. This fact hummed like a fly in Kaa's head. A thought burst in his reptile brain, one perfect and simple and delicious. She still collected water from the stream. And she did it in the late evenings. Alone. Perfect.
Hissing in delight, his depression forgotten, Kaa slipped along his leafy highways, making his way to the steam with its covering of thick, foliaged branches. He took up position on an overhanging branch. Shortly, he heard her melodic voice drifting down the path, the song's words in the tongue of man, incomprehensible to him.

"Now I have a man
I keep him bound up in my home
And I shall tickle him and stroke him,
'Til the time that he is grown."

The snake watched the fair maiden slip into the clearing, her brown limbs so strong and well-formed, her face an oval of dusky beauty, her eyes dark and knowing.  From her ears tinkled gold earrings. With animalistic grace, she stooped before the water. Kaa watched for a moment and then, with the utmost of control, looped a coil beneath her buttocks like the children he'd seen upon their swings and pulled her neatly into the dense leaf-scape. Yipping in alarm, she clung to her earthen water pot.

"I am ssssso happy to make your aquintencccccce, my dear female," Kaa hissed, reeking with charm.

The woman, evidently unable to understand his animal-talk, reacted in typical human overreaction by slamming the open mouth of the pot down around his head. Blinded, Kaa weaved his head back and forth, attempting to fling the container away.

"Sssssso rude! I wasssss only trying to be polite! SSSSSSSS!"

His last hiss was an exhale of surprise. The woman had grabbed his coil with both hands and wrapped her legs around it. Hopping from her scaly perch, she slid down his body like a pole, her skirt rucking so that her soft inner thighs and warm privates played along his length. Kaa's tongue came out like a party favor and his eyes flashed different colors. To have her warmth skid down him was like nothing he'd ever experienced. He had to have her!

Flinging his blinding pot away, he spotted her running down the path, looking back at him over her shoulder. All too easy. Unseen by her, his tail dropped out of the leaves, forming a ramp that her feet carried her right up. By the time she realized what was happening, she was back in the treetops. Kaa swung his head in close.

"You are not going anywhere, my pretty!"

She hunched down fearfully from him, and ended up sliding on her tight little butt down the slope of his coil, eliciting a delighted hiss from the serpent. How wonderful that felt! With ease, he lifted up his coil, forming a saddle which she slid into, falling onto her back has he loomed his head in close.

"Will you ssssssurender?"

She opened her mouth to scream, her last defense. Kaa had anticipated this. There was a small tree of apples nearby. Quick as a wink, his tail dexterously plucked one and swung it around, jamming it neatly into her noise-hole like those roasted pigs he occasionally saw men cook.
As an aside, Kaa had no religious training of any sort. Even if he had, it likely would have been Hindu. He would have been quite unprepared to spot the obvious Biblical lampoon of the scene.

She blinked, her eyes wide over the round red apple. Before she could reach up and dislodge it, a coil dropped around her arms, neatly pining them to her sides. She whined around the gag to little affect. And then Kaa's long face was before her, his eyes illuminated.

"Now my dear, you must trusssst in me... Just in meeeee...."

Her eyes widened, reflecting the strange colors he beamed into her. Kaa crooned and hissed, singing his little song while the woman in his coils stiffened, then grew limp. She was his, quite under his control.

The man-cub had been a creature of laziness as that bear had correctly surmised. When he'd been hypnotized, he'd slid around in the coils, happily snoozing, lost in his inner self.

The woman was different, delightfully so. She arched her head back, her mammeries jutting forward in the most interesting fashion. Curious, Kaa released her from his coils. Lost in her dreams, she began to dance thirty feet off the ground, her bare little feet traipsing along his cool scales. As he watched, her little brown hands pulled her top away with slow, serpentine movements. Her breasts were small and pert, their nipples dark and erect. She slowly spun before slipping out of her dress, one long leg following another. With a saucy motion, she kicked it away with a toe. Her clothing fell to the unseen forest floor below. She made no effort to remove the round red apple that muted her. It was almost as if she enjoyed being gagged by it.

Kaa watched her slow pirouettes, her body shimmering in the moonlight, her limbs so long and lanky, her body so compact, her face so angelic. Her earrings glimmered, reflecting the stars. She spun, she hummed, she twirled, a solo performance for her audience of one. Eventually her trance deepened. She leaned against a vertical coil, to slide down its length to the horizontal. Kaa smiled down at her.

"Are you comfortable, my precioussssssss?"

She nodded like a little girl, the apple so big in her mouth. Kaa smiled and then tipped the coil up. She slid along it, her back so nice and warm against his scales. Down and around she went, sliding towards a yawning looping of coils that gently closed around her. The thickest one was around her ankles, with each additional one tapering down, forming a nice snug cone of snakeflesh embracing her naked body. Her bare brown feet jutted out one end, her dreamy gagged face the other. Kaa snuggled up his coils with all the care of a mother tucking in a child, making her bondage inescapable. Then he smiled, a wide, blissful smile.

How wonderful she felt inside him. He could feel the curves of her body, the rise of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples and the warmth of her heating sex. She was as hot as a sun-baked rock, as soft as a mossy bed. Never had he wrapped up something so delightfully soft.

"Would you like the apple removed?"

She shook her head no, clearly at home with her bondage. As if exploring her own helplessness, she withered briefly within the bands of scales. Kaa hissed in contentment at the pressure of her struggle, enjoying every movement of her body. He slowly maneuvered his head this way and that, viewing her from every angle. Finally he found himself down at her feet. He leaned in.

"Goodness, but what do we have here? Sssssalt! You ssssweated sssssalt! Sssalt is rare in the jungle. Rare and delicssssious!"

He loomed in over her tender feet, his tongue flicking over her helpless flesh. At the other end, a muted laughter rose. Kaa, delighted by the taste of salt as well as her reaction, continued. His tongue darted and danced over her soles. She wiggled her feet, unable to escape his torments. Tears ran down her cheeks. Within his coils, her lungs labored. She laughed and laughed, muted and helpless. Kaa lost himself in his delight of her taste, teasing her with abandon. He only stopped when her tiny feet drooped; she was nearly comatose from the horrific sensations.

He swung his head around to check her other end, to make sure she was unharmed. Her little oval head hung back, her tiny mouth still plugged by the apple, her cheeks wet with tears. Kaa found himself attracted to their salty taste and began to lap away with his slender tongue, darting it across her cheeks, her neck, and the chin. He traced the line of her ear, exploring her beauty, a caress that brought a muffled moan from her. Entranced by her reaction, he continued to lick her long, slender neck. She quivered within his coils, unable to move, unable to react, helpless. Through his tender belly, he could feel her heart fluttering faster. And something else.

He raised his head to look down at her. Goodness, but her midsection was warm. And wet. She radiated heat like a little campfire. And even through she was pinned within loops of raw muscle, she began to writhe. Kaa watched, confused, wondering what she was doing. Then he remembered how she'd tormented her poor man, and how her face had tipped back in the moonlight. It had been just like this! And here she was now, grunting and moaning in her tight loops, shuddering towards her climax. Kaa blinked at this unexpected development. Then he smiled, a broad serpentine smile.

"Ssssssssso. You are excsssssited, are you not? Let me help you...."

His slender, clever tail rose up, and deftly he fed it into the small space between her trim ankles, pushing it in further and further. She became aware of the transgression, shaking her head no yet moaning yes. Kaa resolved her indecision by looping a final coil under her chin, locking her head in stillness. Now she was his to take. The tail wiggled further in, past her delicate knees and heated inner thighs. Her temperature increased, backfeeding on itself from the envelopment of coils. Even with Kaa absorbing her heat, she was still slick with sweat. Then the tail seemed to wedge up against tender flesh and could advance no more.

"I know there musssst be a hole sssssomewhere here," he said to himself, carefully wiggling. A moment later, his tail slid neatly into her pocket. She squealed in delight, her entire body tensing. And Kaa, with all the dexterity at his command, proceeded to dance his tail within her, spinning it, wiggling it, wagging it, and plunging it in and out. It was certainly slick.

Finally she could take no more. The tight wrappings, the darting tongue, the devilish tail, all overcame whatever resistance she might have had. Her toes pointed, her head ached back and she shuddered, long and hard. For a moment, Kaa wondered if he'd accidentally killed her; it was so much like the death rattle those silly monkeys gave off when he crushed them. Concerned, he swung back to her head, taking the apple into his mouth and prying it from her lips. He spit it aside and looked over her.

"Are you ssssstill alive?"

She could not answer him, of course. Not with words. But her lazy, sated smile told him that she was quite alive, vibrantly so. He cradled her for a little longer before reluctantly opening his coils and lowering her to the ground. At first, her legs could not support her and she collapsed into the loam, moaning in contentment in the afterglow of passion. Finally she managed to wash herself clean in the cool water and slip back into her clothing. Kaa helpfully fetched her jug from where it had fallen and placed it near her. She scooped up the water she'd originally come to fetch and ascended the path towards the village, casting a lingering look back at her slender, flexible lover.

And so began a new phase in her life. The man she still kept bound, for he was hers and she enjoyed him that way. She still enjoyed using him for gratification. He groveled so well at her feet. But many nights, she would go and fetch her water. The village women would watch her go, assuming she was a witch, what with the wild-boy she kept and her willingness to go into the jungle at night.

Had they been brave enough to follow, they would have seen a most curious thing. When she arrived at the steam, she would carefully set her jar down before removing her clothing and folding them neatly on the ground. Gloriously naked, she would lift her arms. A long slender coil would descend from above and loop around her waist, bearing her up into the air. A moment later, the clearing at the foot of the path would be empty.

The End

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11.08.07