My Lamia 2 2/6/16

My Lamia

Part 2

  Her head is killing her and her body feels all sticky; as the sunlight forces her eyes open she realizes she can't move her hand or feet, and she is covered in BBQ sauce...also tied to a poll...with tape over her mouth, in what appears to be a forest of some kind with the sound of a waterfall nearby...and naked...naked, covered in BBQ, tied to a poll by her hands and feet, gagged, her head is pounding, and...she's in a forest somehow. These things keep playing over and over in her head.

    "Okay Kristi," she thinks to herself, "just once more, I am tied down to a poll in a forest, completely naked, and covered in BBQ sauce....and shit my head is pounding. So how did you get from the club last night to...what ever the hell this is."

   Her mind flashes to the guy sitting next to her asking her weird questions, she was drunk, and a little too honest for her own good, "that dick! He drugged me...who the fuck does that these days? and wait...Bruno...the bouncer...why'd he let...and the drug detectors..."

   Her head pounds on her as a loud thud and high pitched weird noise shakes her cranium, "Ow. Shit...wait..."

   She struggles a bit, the ropes holding her feet and hands to the poll are actually pretty weak oddly and she gets her feet free; and immediately slips on the slippery sauce covering her and this platform landing on her ass.

   She *winces* as between the pain shooting through her from the angle on her hands behind her, her ass on the metal platform, and her head, this; as she puts it herself, "really sucks."

  A quick yank and her hands are freed from the pole, barely held to it by the odd feeling rope. Pulling her hands apart, which have the rope wrapped around her wrists but barely connected together. Pulling her BBQ sauce covered arms around and looking at the rope it dawns on her that its beef jerky. She shakes her head and starts to unravel the tape stuck over her mouth.

   Her thoughts are cut short as a hissing sound followed by the bushes rustling draws her attention. A naked woman's torso emerges from the brush, however her eyes have slit pupils, and a forked tongue flicks in and out of her smiling mouth, a predatory gaze in Kristi's direction. Kristi is stunned still by the sight as the creature emerges from the brush, where hips and legs should be is a snake body that vanishes out into the brush. It emerges, very quickly and coils around the platform, its body easily being thirty feet in length, the human torso a shade larger than she is, if this creature were human she'd likely be abnormally tall.

   It leans down, its forked tongue flicking around Kristi's neck and chin, small droplets of BBQ flicking onto the tongue as it darts back into the creature's mouth.

  "mmmm," smiles the creature as it sways back and forth in almost orgasmic delight. With ease the snake creature shoves Kristi on her back and leans down over her, forcing Kristi to spread her legs out of fear of them being crushed by the snake's body as it comes up more on the platform. Its tongue darts around Kristi's face and neck, taking a long stroke under Kristi's chin.

   Kristi would scream if not for the tape still on her mouth as the creature's lips part and it sucks along her neck, afraid it is going to bite her.

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   In a dark room elsewhere an old businessman watches the entire scene on a large monitor designed to look as if he were watching from just on the other side of a window thanks to his spy drones. One of his hands on the arm rest of a large comfortable chair, the other reaching into his pants.

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   Back at the platform the creature continues sucking the BBQ sauce off Kristi's delicate skin, along her should, her collar bone. The creature stops and leans back, its head tilting from side to side as though confused as it looks at Kristi's chest. Its tongue darts about Kristi's right breast, flicking along her now erect tit. The creature descends and sucks on her tit, Kristi despite herself moans beneath the gag. It starts to feel weirder however as more of her boob is being sucked in, the creature's mouth opening unnaturally wide sucking on half her boob now. In a bit of a panic some of Kristi's senses return to her as she starts to kick back and away from the torso of this creature. Her boob dragged from its mouth, BBQ sauce mixed with its hungry drool.

   *Haaa, heeee, faaaa!* hisses the creature in protest, its mouth opening wide and showing off some serious teeth Kristi is amazed she hasn't felt chomp down on her yet.

   Wide eyed and with a burst of adrenaline Kristi tries to strike the creature with a wide left hook, however it catches her wrist in its clawed hands. It *hisses* as the BBQ sauce runs off the beef jerky handcuff onto the creature's claw. It a flash Kristi feels and sees her fist go down the creature's throat, sucking on them. Further her disappears, she can feel her forearm being massaged by the creature's throat muscles. The long forked tongue showing it is prehensile by wrapping tightly around her arm holding her there as mouth and throat suck on her like she's a giant lollipop. More of the creature's body comes onto the platform. Fear dawns on Kristi as she can't move, her legs pinned apart by the creature's lower body in an awkward position, her arm nearly up the elbow down this thing's throat, just waiting for the chomp.

   However it stops, even the throat stops as the creature just looks at her face, the tears of fear running down her cheek mixing with the BBQ sauce. It looks puzzled looking at her face, its eyes scan her face, neck, chest, slowly. The grip of the tongue loosens and it gently releases her now clean (minus snake drool) arm from its throat. It backs away slightly swaying about looking at her, head tilted like a confused dog. It examines its own BBQ sauce covered claw from grabbing her earlier and sticks its claw in its mouth sucking it clean. Pulling it out covered in drool looking at it with a furrowed brow.

    Kristi doesn't know why it stopped, but she tries to stand. As she comes to her feet the snake woman creature releases a very loud *HAAAAAHeeee!* sounds and grabs her up, holding her tight against its chest as it races off from the clearing with incredible speed; forcing Kristi to wrap her still BBQ sauce covered legs around it for fear it crushing her toes as it slithers across the ground, crushing log and brush beneath it.

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   "God-damn it!" exclaims the old man pulling his wrinkled pud in his fancy pants, "you were supposed to eat that bitch in the clearing with nice clear shot; not take it someplace else you stupid Lamia! Shit, never ran off eating other large prey."

"Then again" thinks the old man,  "It has never consumed something so large whole before that has bones and fights back; perhaps it seeks a less open place to consume such a new morsel?"

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