Phantom stared up at Sozothala. Phantom had her hands on her hips, with a half-smirk up at her captor. But Sozothala had her muscular arms below her chest, propping up her breasts and looking so very coy.
Sozothala the serpent-mistress was a snake from the waist down, and had fascinating features befitting her python heritage, including crests, eyes, fangs, sharp features, a tongue, and a certain predatory predilection.
The poor Phantom had come to visit her, seeking the snake’s expertise and service. The ophidian’s lair was not for guests, though. It was for victims. And Phantom had found herself falling prey to one of her traps - a disguised platform and a pit. It was ludicrously simple, but effective. So simple that the executive could never have imagined seeing it. Who falls in a pit trap? Not me.
“Is this a snake pit?” Phantom asked. The left side of her mouth turned up into a grin.
Sozothala put a hand to her face and laughed haughtily.
“Kya-hah hah hah hah. Would that excite you? Did you come to find yourself in my iron grip? Or did you come for knowledge and talents? Or did you simply come to worship me?”
Phantom flipped her hair, still staring up at the serpent-mistress. “Actually, I came to make a deal. Which is good. You seem to enjoy talking!”
Sozothala descended. She was massive, powerfully built, coiling down and descending the pit. She circled Phantom, and the executive turned around, trying to keep track of her. She clutched her fists. Prey behaviors. Fight or flight. Sozothala was a predator. A few seconds of circling. She lunged. The serpent coiled around her, hugged her, and clutched her.
The serpentine woman disbursed an advanced liquid-latex polymer. It coated her everywhere it touched. Phantom struggled, she wriggled, she bucked away and felt the coiling begin. By the time she was trying to escape, it was too late. Phantom didn’t realize it was already over, and began her struggle with the futile survival instinct of something being pressed. Squeezed.
It started at her legs as Sozothala grabbed and wound around her. Tight. Like having her feet in irons, the snake-woman’s weight pressing down on top of her feet as well as ankles and knees and thighs. Phantom tried to pull herself up and out, like she was trying to get out of a pool. But the water was the rippling, warm flesh of an eager snake-woman, and there was no ladder. Just the slippery sensation of liquid latex being distributed everywhere that Sozothala coiled.
She was being coated. Up to her waist, her stomach. Phantom gasped at that moment, as the snake did more than coil. It squeezed. Sozothala had the good sense to let out a bit of a laugh as she wound, ensuring that the exec felt a bit of humiliation to go with her encasement.
Phantom’s fingers wiggled, trying to stretch by pushing out her arms. Sozothala took it as a challenge, and using her hands, cutely folded Phantom’s arms in front of her. “Hussssshh… no use fighting, tasty little thing.” Phantom felt a sickening, sweet sensation of her captor’s tongue on her cheek. She was short of breath from the squeeze, and rolled back her head, desperate to try to get in some air.
In that moment, the latex coating finished its job. It slipped up her neck, over her cheeks, and into her mouth. Glossy. Black. Total enclosure. Phantom fell unconscious as Sozothala gently cradled her, nuzzling the squeaky-smooth snake-slut up against her breasts.
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Phantom’s fate was sealed. She was sealed. Sozothala was just playing with her food now.
The serpent explained with the kind of glee that she reserved for these moments of triumph. “A serpent like myself must survive on many things. I usually prefer strong emotions. My personal favorites are pleasure, fear, terror, arousal. Joy and jealousy and pain and anger, yes, all of them have their place. But there’s something…”
Sozothala stretched out, rolling her head to relax. “...something SPECIAL about SQUEEZING an emotion out of a captive. Metaphorically… and literally. Crushing you, reforging you like a diamond.” She took a moment to hiss, extending her tongue and grinning.
“I always make sure my visitors are awake for this part. The feelings you’re feeling, the emotions running through your body… it’s enough to feed me for weeks. Longer still, once we’re done.”
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