"This is the best gift you could have ever dreamed up," said Dana Fawcett to her young husband Tom. "Years of fantasy, of virtual reality.... And now THIS! I can't WAIT."
Tom smiled but said nothing as he stood beside her in the rainforest clearing, near the hut of the man reputed to be the most powerful shaman in the Matto Grosso region, feeling a mixture of sheer excitement and some doubt, some slight nagging of fear.
Tom and Dana had met as role-playing gamers several years ago, and realizing their mutual love of the worlds of fantasy, quickly became friends, began dating, and ultimately married. Always in pursuit of new thrills, they realized that traditional Gaming would quickly grow stale.
Then came Virtual reality, the new technology. Seduced by its high-tech allure, they fell into its charms, its adventures, with a schoolchild's passion. Blessed with family wealth, Dana was able to explore new avenues of excitement with Tom, finding scientists throughout the country who could create sensory scenarios for them. With electronic enhancement, they could simulate battle, wizardry, swashbuckling adventure, sensual fantasies..... from the most violent, to the most romantic, to the most erotic.
And explore it they did, with passion, until soon this too lost its magic. For two young people of Dana's and Tom's addiction to the most extreme of sensory input, they needed more.... The next level, so to speak.
And then they found Tekeli. Through a contact of her father, a delver into antiquity and the esoteric, young Dana heard of the shaman. Tekeli was supposedly a man of immense power, known by many in the Matto Grosso, but spoken of by few, and then in hushed tones, tones of fear. But Tekeli was also a man of greed, a man who basked in the awe he inspired among the lesser informed, but yet one who craved the creature comforts that only wealth could provide. Given his power and uncanny quickness of wit, it did not take him long to realize that the passions of affluent Americans could be turned to personal profit. $10,000 American dollars couldn't even buy you a car in the States.... But it could buy you a small village and the loyalty of a hundred men in the Matto Grosso.
Dana's connections and skillfully placed bribes allowed her to ultimately connect with the mystic. And she explained her plan to Tom.
Tom was a headstrong, passionate and independent man, but his infatuation with his beautiful young wife, coupled with his desire to reach new adventures in the worlds of fantasy, compelled him to follow her every desire and agree immediately with her plans.
Though Tom and Dana were given completely to their excursions into imaginative worlds of the unknown, they kept themselves in top-grade shape, working out assiduously, giving careful attention to their bodies, avoiding excesses of food, drink, drugs.... And while Tom was a rather handsome, dark man, Dana dazzled everyone with her sheer brilliance of personality and beauty, overpowering and controlling a room with a smile the moment she'd enter. Honey blonde hair framed a tanned face, eyes of emerald green; and a perfect hourglass figure with long, lithe legs could instantly capture every man's (and indeed many of the women's) attention.
It took the itinerant and eager couple days to travel to Brazil, find a local pilot to puddlejump them into the interior, then to locate a guide to hike them another 30 miles into the maddeningly rich green of the Matto Grosso. And the cost was enormous.
But their passions overrode all, the ultimate adventure beckoned, and as long as Daddy's pockets remained deep, Dana's skillful arms remained long!
They found Tekeli, and explained what they sought.
"Yes my children, I can do as you ask. Do YOU however understand the risks? This is not a fantasy from which you can awaken on a whim."
The couple eagerly, almost breathlessly nodding in their desire, he continued, "I deal in true magic.... Though my magic is based upon nature, and upon your own body. I will bring you into the ~tamati naka-te~, �the sleeping that is awake'.... You will join minds in the most exciting and perilous of adventures.... Yet this will not be a dream. You will share the experience as one. You have no control over the setting. You two may only control your actions and reactions.... But yet you will feel it as though it is reality. If fact it WILL BE reality for you.
"If you are hurt in the tamati naka-te, your body will sustain the real injury. If you experience the most intense of passion, your bodies, entranced here in my hut, will actually experience the effect.
"And..... if you....."
"Yes..... Yes, what IS it, Tekeli?" asked Dana, bursting at the seams with desire for adventure.
"If you DIE in the trance.... It is not fantasy. It is not a dream. You will.... Die."
"Yes..... DO it. We're ready," replied Tom, equally enthralled. Dana nodded vigorously, grinning dazzingly like a child at the prospect of a new toy.
The somber shaman, accepting the Brazilian equivalent of $20,000, motioned them into his hut. "Remove your clothing. All of it." He nodded toward two pallets side by side.
Tom felt some hesitation, the nagging of fear, but overwhelmed by excitement at new frontiers of fantasy, quickly stripped. Dana was done 15 seconds before him, and the shaman gaped at the svelte body of the stunning blonde, though he regained his composure and began combining herbs, compounds and even some oddly colored mud into a pot, heating it until it steamed and bubbled. The couple lay down on the pallets beside each other, as the shaman began to chant. The aroma of the potion filled the hut, the cadence of the shaman's words pounded in their minds.
Minutes later, the shaman drew thick fronds over the windows, the only light in the hut coming from the low flickering flames of the fire. With the flames dancing in his dark eyes, the shaman filled a hollowed gourd with the hot potion, and after a few minutes of mind-numbing chanting, he offered each of them a sip from the gourd.
Within minutes the couple sank deeply, irretrievably into the tamati naka-te.
And....
Dana, long sword in her hands, backed into something as she stood facing three thickly-muscled, armed trolls. "It's me Dana, I'm here!" It was Tom, standing back to back with her against a ring of seven foes. Their young tanned, slim bodies were clad in brief loincloths, a strip of fur around Dana's firm large breasts. Tom was armed with a stout club, and each of them had two knives at their belts as well.
"Tom.... This is.... This is the real thing!" And it was, there was no feeling of pretense, of imagination, of virtual reality. They felt the ground under their bare feet, the weight of their weapons, the stench of the snarling trolls, the touch of each others' warm smooth skin where their backs made contact.
The trolls sprang in, and the couple's weapons sang twin anthems of red destruction, as they parried the attackers' weapons and swung and slashed with passion and vigor. One after another of the trolls died redly, and the couple laughed with berserk rapture. Soon, covered in sweat and blood, they stood victoriously, the enemies fallen around them.
"Dana, this is better than my wildest dreams..... It can't be any better..... where is Tekeli, can we contact him?"
"No.... we can only come out of this when HE brings us.... And I told him, AND paid him for, eight hours of this mesmerization. So let's not mention it. Tom we're HERE, we're US........ Come ON! And for Chrissake, will you stay in character?"
And running together to the shelter of some trees, they fell to the ground, and Tom was on her instantly, tearing at her few strips of clothing in mad desire. Her lips found his, her tongue thrust deeply into his mouth, her hands clawed deeply under his loincloth, and they rolled on the ground each striving for a position of sexual dominance, as what little clothing they wore came off. Everything was entirely, maddeningly ~Real~.
A sudden sharp hissing snapped them back to reality, and Tom's head moved to the side barely in time to avoid a hurtling knife, thrown with deadly force, which stuck into a tree directly behind him.
They looked up in mute shock as a large figure moved sinuously out of the shadows and into the clearing. Tall as a man and half again, it appeared to be a woman, amazonian yet lovely, rippling with long lean athletic muscle, long flowing dark hair, hauntingly deep dark brown eyes, and a dazzling though decidedly sinister smile.
They could see her from her hips up, completely naked, long torso, full breasts unprotected though she was armed.... In every sense of the word. For this tall woman had swords in each of her two long arms.... With two other arms, bearing a large mace each, beneath the first two.... And two more below that, one of which held a knife. Six lean, powerful arms.... Yet this freakish aspect didn't turn Tom's rapt attention away.
"Tom....." whispered Dana, "remember our fantasy gaming.... That's a �marilith'...."
"Marilith," echoed Tom in shocked awe, "half woman, half......"
The woman emerged fully into the clearing, and below her full hips and pubic mound of velvety black hair, shimmering scales rippled over the steely muscles of eighteen feet of snake.... Slithering, powerful coils which carried the Marilith smoothly and effortlessly toward the couple. The couple was dumb with fear.
But Dana recovered quickly, and grabbed her long sword from where they'd dropped it. Before she could raise it to battle position, a thrown mace from the snakewoman struck it from her hands. The marilith flashed across the clearing quicker than thought, and beat Tom's club from his hand effortlessly with a sword.
"Foolish humans!" exclaimed the marilith, "no human can defeat me in battle, you are MINE.... Totally mine!" And she laughed demonically, at the couples shock with their impotent attack.
Tom remained mesmerized by the dark beauty of the beast-woman. But Dana picked up a knife from her clothing on the ground and threw it. Caught off guard, the blade grazed the marilith's shoulder, and green blood welled up from a deep cut.
Screaming in fury, the demon swung one of her swords. Dana saw the slashing blow and dove, ducking under it. But it brought her in contact with the demon's pythonic tail, which reflectively swung into her and knocked the breath from her. Dana collapsed on the thick serpentine tail and gasped for breath.
The demon's anger suddenly turned to glee, and the air rang with her laughter at the couple's childish effort. "You think you're warriors? You're prisoners now, MY prisoners.... No being EVER has escaped from Avalina's grip. You will DIE in my grip, and die slowly....."
�Avalina' dropped the rest of her weapons, smiled dazzingly and advanced on Tom, ignoring the fallen Dana. She licked her lips, stared into Tom's soul with her deep dark eyes which seemed to give an inner glow of their own. Tom found that he couldn't move a muscle.... He felt himself falling into those eyes, that smile.... He could smell her heat, her musk....... Avalina came closer, teasingly slowly, extended her long, strapping yet velvety arms toward him.....
"TOM!" screamed Dana from behind the anaconda-like creature. Awakening from his stupor, Tom snapped to reality and looked down for his knife. Too late, the snakewoman flashed forward and the long powerful arms enwrapped themselves around Tom. Though exquisitely feminine, seemingly carved from the finest alabaster, the power of the woman's arms was as strong as his own.... But tripled by the sheer number of them.
The lower two sets pinned the arms of the naked man to his sides helplessly, immovably, and began to lift him from the ground. He struggled to break their grip, but her hands, linked behind him, might as well have been welded there. The uppermost pair of arms reached forward, her hands cupping his face delicately, teasingly.
She pulled his face close to hers, he could smell her, and her face filled his senses. "You WILL be fun.... And you'll have fun too, please believe me.... �Tom?' Is that what she called you? At some point, you WILL die Tom, I'll love you completely to death. You really won't know when.... Nor will SHE. But please DO struggle, even though there's NO escape. It makes it fun for me, and if it's indeed fun, I MIGHT be merciful."
Tom struggled in her grip of iron, and screamed, and yet he felt his excitement building.... The sheer power and beauty, the sensuality of this..... this THING.... Aroused him beyond his own belief. The snake woman noticed, as his cock poked into her midsection.
"What is THIS?" laughed the dark beauty, tightening her steel cable grip on the man, making him gasp in pain. "Usually my victims make me use one of my charms on them before they can bring me any kind of pleasure! You LIKE my touch, mortal? You ENJOY being helpless in Avalina's silken grip?"
Tom struggled harder, but he was completely trapped.... The more he squirmed, the tighter her four arms squeezed, to the point where he couldn't breathe.
Easing up the pressure, the giggling demon spun him around in her inexorable grip, and now used all six arms to pin his, but from the rear. Hanging suspended and unable to move a muscle from the hips up, he stared in shock at the scene below.
The marilith had slowly surrounded his wife with her shining coils, until four of them, each the thickness of Dana's own thighs, enveloped her, and held her suspended above the forest floor. Dana's arms were free though her thighs were pinned together in the granite-solid python grip. She beat at the imprisoning coils completely without effect. "Please do, female..... please try, and keep trying. I find anyone's helplessness at my unmatched power to be so..... stimulating...." And on this last word she tightened her grip around Tom.
"Dana.....!" Tom gasped, struggling for more air against the constricting limbs.
"'Dana,' that's lovely. Hello Dana my darling. Which of you will pass out first? Especially if I squeeze very very.....very slowly......? Hmmmmm?" The demon laughed with glee.
Contracting yet again, the tightening rope of muscle jerked spasmodically, Dana's head flew back in a paroxysm of agony, and it then flopped forward, semiconscious, gasping.
"Watch this, �Tom,'" grinned the snakewoman. The multiple arms relaxed, unlocking from his body and dropping him to the ground. Though out of breath and aching, Tom was more excited than ever, his large cock at full attention and throbbing. The scent of the demon was overwhelming and his senses swam. The marilith sprang upon him, and in a mind-numbing rapture, he felt the wet heat of her cunt descend over his throbbing cock like a steaming ring. Her arms pinned him effortlessly to the ground, and her muscles began to contract around his member, waves of searing ecstasy making him gasp, to groan uncontrollably.
"Tom," she huskily whispered into his ear, "Look up. Look up NOW."
Barely in control of his senses at the hypnotic she-demon's touch, he looked past her face, past those enchanting dark eyes, and stiffened in shock. The Marilith was holding his semi-conscious wife in the air above them both, suspended from her tail, coccooned in the steel coils.
"Tom, you want to come.... You NEED to, you want to more than anything. If you do come, Tom, I'll wring Dana to death right before your eyes. A slow death, you'll hear her ribs snap, you'll see blood coming from her ears, her mouth, her cunt..... I'll grind her into pulp right before your eyes. If you LOVE this woman Tom, you will NOT allow yourself to come until I am ready."
Swallowing hard, trying to maintain control against the maddeningly sensual snakewoman, he struggled to maintain control. He felt himself slipping away into the oblivion of the greatest orgasm he'd ever known, yet he dare not let it happen.... Dana........ His beautiful wife crushed to death....
The Marilith moved again, up, down, around his swollen cock, working herself into a berserk passion, her constricting tail effortlessly holding and squeezing Dana with a mind of its own, barely three feet above her head, so Tom could see her.
He felt his passion creeping out of control, so strong, so beautiful, so haunting was this creature..... The pressure built..... Avalina's soft yet unyielding arms and hands holding his face, hands and arms immovably..... He couldn't hang on, he felt the heat building, his hard dick throbbing, seconds away from orgasm, yet Dana.... Dana....
Quicker than thought, the Marilith flipped them both over onto her back, the enveloping tail lifting Dana out of view. Her arms flashed around Tom's helpless form in coils of velvety iron, pulling him down onto her, deeper, hotter, and her head snapped back as a scream of utter ecstasy exploded from her lungs, echoing through the forest. Tom himself exploded, fiery jets of come shooting into the beautiful snakewoman's twisting, thrashing midsection, each thrust making her screams of passion louder. Her arms tightened in spasm, until Tom thought his ribs might break....
His rapture seemed to continue forever, though it must have only been fifteen seconds. Her imprisoning arms unfolded from him, and Tom slipped off her slick, wet, muscular body. His head swam. He thought of Dana.... Had he saved Dana from an agonizing death?.... then felt himself falling into unconsciousness.
It seemed hours later though it must have been shorter.... He snapped awake. He was instantly shocked, yet inexplicably aroused at what was before him.
The amazing snakewoman had propped Tom against a tree, and had enwrapped him and the tree with two thick coils, pinning him against the tree as if tied there. The rest of the Marilith's serpentine body, both her incredibly lovely womanlike form, and many feet of python tail, were free.
And what Avalina was doing with that body......
Dana, now conscious, was wrapped up in the Marilith's arms from the rear, the uppermost pair caressing her long neck and shoulders lovingly, the second pair pinning Dana's arms back so they could not move at all, the lowest pair caressing Dana's perky boobs, fingering the erect nipples, stroking the pink areolae. Avalina was writhing in ecstasy already, as she held the lovely woman immovably. Worst of all, The remaining length of the Marilith's tail was stroking the inside of Dana's alabaster thighs with a life of its own, moving sinuously up and down her inner thighs, Dana's legs kicking in fright and agony.
No.... not fright and agony, Tom realized, but sheer pleasure.... The same as he himself he experienced in the demon's unbreakable clutches. Dana's legs were kicking, but her toes were curling in spasms of excitement.
The bright eyes of the demon flashed in pleasure, the grip tightened, Dana's head snapped back in pain and ecstasy. Tom struggled against the two coils which bound him to the tree, but he might as well have been trying to escape manacles of the strongest iron. Almost contemptuously the Marilith glanced at him and tightened the grip warningly. Gasping for air, Tom stopped struggling and watched silently, his cock growing yet again, almost impossibly after being so spent minutes ago.
The Marilith's tail slipped about Dana's waspish waist twice, forging two viselike coils there, and Avalina renewed her steely grip on the helpless girl's lithe arms to be sure she was completely helpless. Contained now in two sets of Avalina's arms, the third set still caressing her tits, Dana felt waves of white ecstasy washing over her in spite of her horror and fear. The touch of the demon was purest sensual paradise in spite of its sheer constricting power and unstoppable squeezing strength. Her soft velvety skin seemed to cry out for more of the Marilith's agonizing constriction.
The coils about Dana's waist tightened.... And again.... Tom could see the muscles ripping in contraction. And then Dana screamed....
....But not because of the agony of the anaconda-like coils. No, the tail..... Tom saw the tip of the Marilith's tail crawl up Dana's powerful, tanned inner thighs, the thighs which had, in a weird reversal of this scene, so often wrapped and squeezed his own body.....
And the tip of the tail began to teasingly trail across Dana's clitoris. Dana gasped, breathlessly. Again. The smooth scales slowly drew across the tenderest of flesh.
Dana's body shook, struggled anew, but this time not to fight for escape. No, this time it was to turn and embrace the powerful Marilith, the lovely enchating snakewoman, in love and tenderness.
But Dana was hers, totally hers, and Avalina tightened her grip further..... squeezing..... squeezing.....
The blonde fairly screamed in sensuous frustration of her own wish for dominance, dominance over Tom, dominance over anyone, the deepest maddening desire to have someone contracted within the grip of her own athletic thighs.
Avalina's head drew back...... as she herself approached a cataclysmic climax.
And Dana almost involuntarily threw her legs wide apart, as the muscular tail of Avalina entered her, thrusting, pounding, questing upward into her greatest depths. Dana screamed in delight as she climaxed as never before, her thoughts lost in thunder. The tail withdrew and thrust inward again.... again, again, as spasms wracked Dana's body.
The snakewoman threw her mouth open almost impossibly wide, and a horribly long tongue, fifteen inches long, slipped quickly about Dana's long neck. The dripping tongue contracted visibly, and Dana's eyes bulged, flashing from a moment of purest pleasure to gut-wrenching horror. Dana's lovely body, still penetrated by the phallic tail, snapped in agony and panic, but the demon's grip was unbreakable.
The eyes of the Marilith snapped to meet with Tom's, and a smile of purest evil crossed her beautiful features. It seemed to say �Good bye' and then her face changed to one of concentration.
The long, wet strangling tongue contracted yet again, and Dana's face turned blue as she realized she'd had her last breath.
At the same time, a grip of steel seized Tom's chest. The imprisoning coils tightened impossibly with a herculean grip, crushing him back into the tree. And squeezed..... and squeezed still tighter!
He realized he too had drawn his last breath, and as Tom died, he realized that his worst two regrets were that he couldn't be inside of his lovely wife as she died, and that he had the largest erection of his life and yet he'd never experience the release....
And sitting cross-legged in his hut, the magical fumes of his dark potions still floating about his head, the Shaman Tekeli stared at the bodies of the young couple barely in their third hour of trance.
And he regretfully shook his head, as he stood and walked away, knowing that his hopes for additional money from the lovely blonde would never come.
...As Tom's chest visibly collapsed upon itself, ribs snapping, and the face of stunning blonde adventurer turned blue, her breathing slowing.... And yet her hips snapping forward until the final moment of life, in a parody of the most sensual of acts.
Copyright 8/9/01 by Moe A. o:>