Okay, here's my attempt to add something to the series begun by Coils. I'll try to keep to the story line, but I won't even try to do my paragraphs in the short 'chat room' style unless I feel it appropriate. A bit longer than the first 2 parts, sorry that's my style and I think it's worth it if you read on.
I would be glad to share my notes with anyone who wishes to try writting an act. We have 2 acts to go, maybe we can squeeeeze another out somehow. Anyone else want to try.
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Act I I,
by Py, 2/14/2001,
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"That was really great!" I said to her with a huge grin on my face. "Which, the snake scene or me?" she questioned in a teasing tone as we work together to prepare something to eat. Nothing major, we just need a snack, and I don't know about her but I really need a drink. I answer her cautiously because she's near the knives, "Both of course!" We sit down to eat at a small table, a few cracker sandwiches and a beer each.
"So, what exactly was your favorite part so far?" she asks. "I mean how it dropped on her, how she fought, or how it finally crushed her to death?" I pause to consider, "I liked it all." I said enthusiastically. "I liked the fact she fought and didn't just get killed quickly, and the tension as it kinda hung over her without her knowing it was there."
"Would it have been better if her breasts hadn't been so large? she said, then threw her head back to swallow from the can of beer, giving me an excellent view of the blouse clinging tightly to her own large breasts. I tilt my head slightly, not lifting my eyes as I pop a cracker into my mouth and reply, "No, I mean it doesn't matter much, a small breasted woman fighting a giant snake is just as good, although I prefer the woman to have large breasts. There's something extra nice about it if the woman has large breasts, and seeing the snake's coils crushing and rubbing them as the woman struggles."
She grins briefly, "What about if it had been me, would that have been just as good?" I really had to think on that, although my initial reaction was to say yes immediately. I clear my throat, "I wouldn't have enjoyed you being dead, even in such an... interesting way. Maybe if you were the one who gets away later in the tape." I smile, "Oh yes, if you were in a scene like that, and got away somehow, I'd love that!" Then I had a thought, "What about you, did you enjoy the first scene?" She gave a big smile, "Most definitely, not quite as much as you for sure, but more than enough!"
When we're nearly done and only have the beers left I sit back, "I wonder though how they did that. I mean you don't just advertise for an actress who's willing to become a snake dinner. She did die, I saw her die! There were no camera tricks, she fought that snake as hard as she could and it crushed the life out of her. You can't fake being constricted for all that time, at some point your body has to make up for not breathing enough, and the camera would catch that the way they did it!" I shrugged, "Nope, no way around it, she died for real. Now how do they get someone to do that?!" She sighed, and fondled her can of beer, "Maybe they tricked her, said this was for some other sort of movie, then dropped the snake on her while the cameras were rolling." "Maybe." I agreed. "Or maybe she had no idea at all that she was being filmed." "Like Candid Cameras or something." she said with a wistful tone. "Something like that." I agreed. "Call it Candid Serpents."
She stood and led me to the couch, "Time for the next one, are you up to it yet." I felt my erection begin stretching the fabric of my jeans, "Absolutely!" She fixed the video recorder so it would stop playing at the end of the scene, and began pulling off her black skirt, revealing the black crotchless panties again. She began undoing my belt buckle, commenting on my erection, and I reached for the VCR remote to begin the next segment of the tape.
A tall and voluptuous young Asian woman climbs out of an indoor swimming pool. She is soaking wet from her swim, the nipples of her large breasts are hard from the cold water, and show slightly through the thin fabric of her swimsuit. The rooms large windows are dark, and she is the only person in the echoing room.
She crosses to a wall where a nozzle sticks out over her head, and below are 2 control knobs at about hand level. She turns them on, fresh water flowing down to engulf her, washing away the chemicals in the pool water that cling to her skin, long dark hair, and blue one piece swimsuit. She is oblivious to the huge reticulated python slithering out of the open women's locker room door behind and to one side of her. It's massive over 20 foot long form curls into a semicircular pile about 4 feet away from her as she washes, then it raises it's head. A forked tongue flickers in and out to taste the air as it's head looks at her and sways. As she turns off the water the serpent hisses, so she looks and screams as it strikes.
The impact of the serpent's head in her stomach quiets her and pushes her backward, and she stumbles and falls. Stunned momentarily she lays there, but only a moment. Then she sits and tries to move away, but a coil encircles one leg already weighing her down, and as she attempts to roll onto her stomach to get away, the needle sharp teeth bite into her other leg.
"It's got another one, she's not going to get away!" she says to me as we watch. "She could, but I doubt it." I reply. "Do you want her to escape?" she teases between breaths as we fondle each other. I don't answer her, but we kneel on the carpet and I kiss a full round naked breast, as we both enjoy each other and try not to lose sight of the television.
She tries to crawl out of the serpent's grasp as she screams unintelligible words. On the bottom of the television screen appear the translated words "Help me! Someone please help me!", as quickly more of the creature's sinuous body reaches her, first piling on and around her legs, then onto her back. She slips on the wet surface surrounding the pool, the serpent rolling her and getting a couple of thick 8 to 10 inch coils around her wet body as she strains and rolls in an attempt to escape.
"It's going to squeeze her now, and keep squeezing until she can't breathe." she whispers. "Yes." I agree as I squeeze my beautiful blonde in my arms. "Like that, but a lot more." she says. I attempt to squeeze her harder, but know my arms can never match the strength of the python's coils. I don't try, as I lower her to the carpet.
The Asian woman lays on her side facing the screen as her arms push futilely on the coils of reptile flesh surrounding her body. Slowly the muscles of the python ripple, the triangular pattern shifting as the coils tighten on the woman's damp body. A knot of serpent length behind her back ripples also, turning slightly as if someone were turning a handle on a vise. Her legs kick gently as the lengths of serpent flesh surrounding her hips and one leg twice ripples also. Her calls for help become weaker and broken by pauses between words, and the translation attempts to indicate this, "Help... help... can't... breathe." it reads at the bottom of the screen.
I have a hard time concentrating on the show as she does also, but we manage to watch as we continue pleasuring each other in a somewhat distracted, but not totally unaware manner.
I see the Asian woman getting weaker, the knot of muscle on her back preventing her from rolling that way. I hear her calls for help growing softer, her struggles growing slower and more feeble. I see the pressure marks as tight python muscles press into her uppermost breast, making a clear indentation and leaving no doubt that the serpent is squeezing her with intent to kill.
I move almost robotically above her as both of our heads are turned to watch the Asian woman inhale and hold her breath as long as she can, and the python just waits. Then she exhales, her lungs contract, her ribs relax slightly, and the serpent muscles ripple to make the coils tighter.
Over and over the same happens, sometimes the Asian woman can't hold her breath and there is no hesitation in the tightening of the coils. Sometimes there is and the delay is only as long as she holds her breath. I feel a tightening around me, and realize that a pair of female legs are trying to crush me also. I feel an intense pleasure from this squeezing, and our love making becomes intense, or as intense as possible while keeping one eye on the television.
The knot on the woman's back has moved enough to allow her to flop onto her back. The band of muscle around her chest is so tight that one large breast is as flattened as it can be, the other is pushed up, with the erect nipple showing through the fabric. Both breasts show the marks of soft tissue trying to flow around the tight band of muscle surrounding them. There is little to be seen of compression marks elsewhere on her body, but clearly all the coils are growing tighter.
The woman's head raises, and her arms feebly push then pull on the coils around her chest. Breathy sounds escape her lips but no words. Her legs grow motionless, the coils ripple, her head and neck stop moving, the coils ripple, her head falls back slowly to the floor and her arms fall limply to her sides. A few tiny sounds escape her wide open mouth as her eyes move frantically, the coils ripple, the coils ripple, the coils ripple.
She screams, I groan and burst inside her, and we lay there like that spent. The last frame of the scene is gone, the screen is black as the VCR waits in it's paused mode.
I kiss her and she kisses me back. Then I roll off her and watch her black clad derriere as she crawls to the VCR remote and presses the 'Stop' button.
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By Py