Tina’s 99% Fictional First Submission, Chapter 2

(Thanks @BenJGrimm64 for the creative input!)

Hank owned Point Blank Firearms.  He watched from behind the register as the weird chick he just sold a Mountain Dew to practically danced out the front door with his employee.  He thought it was odd that she didn’t mention knowing Tina or ask for her or anything.  She just took her drink and dashed off, dragging Tina along behind her like a pet or something, right out the front door.

“Pop!  Pop!  Pop, pop, pop!!”

Hank’s curious musings about the possibility of Tina being a closet lesbian were interrupted by the sound of his paying customers letting off rounds outside on the range.  He peered out the rear window to verify what he already knew; his one any only Range Marshall for the day was not at her post.  “What the hell is that girl thinking?”

Hank maneuvered his way around the counter and headed toward the front door.

Tina was held tightly in the coils of the giant serpent.  Her arms were squeezed tightly against her sides.  Both of her hands were outside of the coils but hung limply with nothing to do.  The snakes twisted body wrapped around her legs as well.  Tina wondered if her ankles were crossed.  She looked down to check but, of course, saw nothing but the black and grey scales constricting around her.  The goddesses’ powerful body pulsed as it glided over the gravel lot.

“Yes Ma’am?  Did you say something, Ma’am?”  Tina’s eyes turned upward to the face of the smiling serpent.”

“No pet.  I was just watching you.  I did not say anything.”  The snake’s massive head turned away from Tina and peered straight ahead once again.

“Where are we going then?”  Tina asked?

“You need to call me Ma’am, pretty thing.”  The snake corrected Tina, with more than a HINT of sternness.

“Ma’am.  Yes.  So sorry, Ma’am.”  The snake’s coils tightened as Tina spoke, causing her to gasp on the second ‘Ma’am.’

“AND, you need permission to speak or ask questions.  Tsk tsk, Little One.  You really have no idea how it works, do you?”  The snake stopped.  Tina knew she was still in the parking lot but everything beyond the serpent was cloudy and out of focus.

“How do I ask for permission to ask for permission to ask?”  Tina was truly perplexed.  Mia chuckled.  What a helpless little slave.

“Shhhhhhh.  I will tell you everything that you need to know.”  That was reassuring news, Tina thought.

“Because I’m yours now.?”  Tina asked proudly.

“You’ve always been mine, slave.”  Tina hadn’t thought of that before, but that made perfect sense.

“And I will serve you?”  Tina asked, but it was really a statement.

“Obviously.”  Mia replied.

“And you will not let anything hurt me,” the coils of the snake were getting tight.  Tina’s hands, although still outside the coils, were slowly being dragged together in front by the contortions of her scales.  “Mistress?”  Tina felt like she was sinking.  It was like she was being swallowed by the gravel.  She felt it’s suction.  Tina’s wrists were crossed and held in front of her at her waist.  They were wrapped tightly in the very tip of the snake’s tale.  “Mistress?  Please.”  The snake had released Tina from it’s coils now, but Tina was now up to her thighs in the gravel and being pulled down.  Tina tried to climb back out, but her legs could not move.  Tina sank up to her waist.  The snake had moved away but Mia glided her head on her long neck close and whispered into Tina’s ear.

“You are mine.  I must leave you for now.  But I’ll be back.  Be a good girl until then.”  And Mia was gone.

Tina was shocked.  No!  This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.  Tina tried to find Mia, but she was helpless.  The gravel continued to consume her.  Tina was now up to her chest.  The gravel was caving in on itself as Tina slid down beneath it.  She was being crushed from all sides.  Her hands were still bound.  The snake must have shed the end of its tail.  She was still sinking.  Tina was up to her neck now.  She tried to cry out for help, but no sound escaped.  Tina leaned her head back as she was dragged down more.  Only inches to go before she’d be under, and the gravel would pour into her throat.

“Jesus Tina, waked up!”  Hand was standing outside of the shop.  Tina’s friend had driven off, but she was just standing there facing where the car had just been.  “You need to get over to the range.  Hello!”

Tina was barely standing.  Her legs were bent.  She couldn’t feel them.  She was exhausted and dizzy.  She took an unsure step back and pivoted a quarter turn back to the shop.  “Yeah.”  She looked over her shoulder.  The parked cars were coming back into view.  Tina saw Hank standing in the open doorway.  “Coming.”

Tina felt pure confusion.  On the one hand, she was walking in straight line toward her boss.  She knew exactly where she was going and what her job was.  At the exact same time, she was having memories or visions or dreams of being squeezed or buried.  She remembered a voice.

“You’ve always been mine.”  Tina stumbled and recovered.  Damn gravel.

“What the hell Tina?!”  She’d made it to just a few feet from the door.  Hand was in front of her.  He had the most confused and annoyed look on his face.  “What’s THIS??”  Hank motioned down at Tina’s waist.

Tina went to lift her hands and felt her pants tugging into her back.  She looked down to see for the first time that her wrists were crossed, and zip tied together.  The zip tie had been fed through her belt holding her bound hands to her waist.

“Your friend.  She’s a strange one, Tina.”  Hank pulled a knife from his pocket and went to help Tian with the zip ties.

“Mia?”  Tina wasn’t sure how she knew that name.  She was quite sure she’d never heard it before.

(To be continued)