"Where are you going?" asked her mother.
She stopped with her hand on the door handle.
"For a walk."
"Dressed like that?"
She looked down at her seventeen, almost eighteen, year old body. At the red triangle bikini top, two years old, that seemed to have shrunk, and at the tan legs which seemed to extend forever from the baggy khaki shorts that still couldn't hide the rounded swell of her hips. "Yeah, why not?"
"You're almost naked, that's why not," exclaimed mother indignantly.
She shook a lock of long black hair out of her blue eyes. "Mom, we're in the middle of the Phillipine jungle for god's sake. There's nobody here to see. Besides, I'm not naked," and with that she bounced through the door before her mother could retort for the hundredth time about the men working the plantation, or exhort her to not leave the house area and go into the jungle, or any of the myriad other warnings and cautions Amanda Good had been heaping on her daughter Julie since coming here two years ago.
She headed immediately for the animal track behind the machine shop.
Carlos, her father's foreman stepped out as she passed the small building.
"You should not go into the jungle alone, miss Julie," the old man cautioned, as he had been since the first time over a year ago.
"Why, is there something out there?" she asked, playing her game with the old native. She wondered if he knew.
He nodded solemnly. "I have seen the signs."
"What kind of signs?" she asked breathlessly, wide-eyed, egging him on.
"I have seen the track."
"What kind of track?" she quizzed.
"A great python. The mother of all pythons!" he exclaimed.
Her heart pounded. She loved to hear this old man warn her of the giant snakes that had roamed these forests years ago. He had seen them, she knew. In his youth, before civilization and poaching and the leather trade had driven them all away. She envied him, oh, how she envied him.
"The big snakes are all gone," she said disgustedly.
"They are few, true, but they are not all gone," he said.
"Have you seen one?" she asked.
"I have seen the sign," he said again.
"Where, and I won't go there," she asked slyly.
"There," he pointed into the jungle, just off the animal path," a kilometer, in a small grass clearing just off the river."
"I won't go there, then," she said and smiled sweetly, turning and moving onto the path.
Maybe I won't and maybe I will, she thought to herself as she moved easily along the packed earth of the trail. But she knew she would. In fact, she was already changing direction. No matter how many times she was disappointed, she still had to go see. The dampness that occurred between her legs, and the visions in her head engendered by Carlos' dire warnings drove her.
Like the child of civilization she was, she blundered noisily through the last wall of vegetation into the clearing, and gasped, wide-eyed at what she had almost stumbled onto.
Shining patterns of tan/black/gold lay piled just fifteen feet in front of her, topped by a pale wedge shaped head over half the size of her own.
Her eyes took in the thickness of the python's body, and she put her hands around her waist as a gauge. Not quite, but it had to still be at least twelve inches thick at it's heaviest part! There was no way to tell how long it was as it lay in piled coils.
Her heart pounded and her chest rose and fell as she stared. Then, she saw the heavy body slide, over and around itself, moving together and apart at the same time, flowing like golden syrup.
Mesmerized, she watched the shifting colors pass over and by and under. She felt a tingle between her legs and and her mind drifted to thoughts of having the smooth reptilian skin against her own, the feel of having it sliding around her as it slid through and over the vegetation of the forest floor.
Her eyes continued to track the sinuous bulk of the muscular body while her mind led her farther into her fantasies. Around her, what would that be like?
Like a bird, she watched almost hypnotized, unheeding as the giant reticulated python pulled itself slowly, deliberately within striking range, frozen, unmoving until the prick of the needled teeth into her thigh snapped her into reality.
She began a scream as emotions clashed--a cold fear that warmed and heated into the thought that she was about to experience what she had moments before fantasized.
A cool weight slid up the back of her leg, the scream died. A hand reached downward, rested for a second on top of the muscular coil, then slid down and around and pulled it upward around her waist./P>
As though aware of the willingness of its victim, the python slowed its attack. The huge snake body squirmed its way up her legs and around, slowly twisting her as it drew her into it's coils.
Two coils around her torso was more than she could support, and she sank to her knees, falling forward onto her hands.
As she felt the python's body leisurely sliding up, over and around her, she thought of the movie scene that had started her hunt for the great serpents. An old Frank Buck movie, a fight between a python and a tiger. The sight of the great snake slowly winding itself around the tiger's body, just as it now encircled hers. Slow, heavy, muscular. She had masturbated to orgasm as she watched it.
She felt the weight increase as the big snake leisurely continued to cocoon her. She was barely able to support herself on hands and knees. Thick, heavy coils were on either side of her head, over her shoulders, around her chest and waist.
She remembered again the movie; remembered wondering if, and when, the giant constrictor would begin to squeeze the tiger. Searching the screen for signs that the constriction had started, feeling her arousal increase as she watched. Now she wondered the same about herself. Was the snake getting tighter? She felt the heat in her loins rise. It didn't feel like it. The python was still moving around her, sliding sensuously around her body, as though it too liked this game.
As if to confirm her thoughts, a heavy loop slid down her back, between her legs, and twined around her thigh and she gasped at the pleasure as it pushed upward between her legs.
Her quivering arms could no longer hold the great weight of the huge snake, and she collapsed, rolling sideways as she did, coming to rest on her back.
Unable to turn her head within the coil on either side, her view was restricted to a small patch of blue above, and the shining tan and black scaled body of the serpent that embraced her.
She watched and saw small quivers and shifting muscle and knew that it had begun. Her panting was not entirely from the erotic sensations flooding her body. The snake was beginning to squeeze.
Even as she felt the polished warm body contracting around her, she felt the smooth barrel between her legs push harder, and she groaned and began to rock her hips against it, slowly. The harder it squeezed, the faster she would go. She hoped the snake would crush her slowly.
She began to moan, mostly from lust, and her hips rode the coil between them steadily, yet with a mounting urgency.
By the time her thrusting had taken on a frantic, writhing quality, she was groaning from the pressure around her. Her ribs were bending inward, and there was no air. She couldn't seem to close her eyelids, and her tongue filled her mouth.
She squirmed maniacally, now, a tinge of fear that this would all be wasted, her life given, and the orgasm she was building, that would justify it all, would not arrive. She needed something, something to push her over the edge, something to break the dam....
The python provided. A sudden contraction, the sound of ribs popping, a final groan of agony and....ecstasy, as the sun burst through her body, from her loins to the tips of her toes and fingers. Even within the binding coils, her body arched at the sheer ferocity of the orgasm that drove through her, and took her into blackness.
She rose lethargically through the pool of unconsciousness, savoring the feel of her last orgasm, wandering blissfully through cool unreality. Seeing faces, her mom, her dad, Carlos....
Then the pain hit, and the dream face of Carlos became solid, if not steady.
"C-c-carlos?"
"Si, Miss Julie. Lie still."
She tried to sit up, and pain lanced into her torso. She gasped, and sweat beaded her upper lip. She gritted her teeth and came upright.
"I'm ok," she gasped, half statement, half question.
She looked around. "Where's the snake?"
The old man frowned at her. "There is no snake here, Miss Julie."
"There was. A big one. The one you told me about."
"Ah, Miss Julie," he replied smiling, "there are no big ones anymore. I tell you those stories because I know you like to hear me tell them."
She pondered silently for a moment, then held out her hand for the old man to help her up. She cried out and winced in pain.
"You must have fallen very hard, I think you have some broken ribs," he said.
Hell, why tell him she thought as he helped her back to the path and home. They'd probably just come hunt it down. And after her ribs healed, well, maybe she'd find it again. She was pretty sure she'd try.
By Coils