Try a Little Fantasy
by Sqz890 



Kasey flips the magazine shut and sighs. Looking through the breakfast bar,
she gazes at Larry, her lover/slave/squeeze toy as he sprawls on the couch in
the living room watching an old movie.

God, she wants him right now, between her legs, feeling his ribs bending as
she squeezes him. And yet, she doesn't. Because it will be the same old same
old. Sure, they would orgasm, but the intensity she longs for just isn't there
anymore.

She stands up from the kitchen table and stretches, her 6'3" muscular body
appearing merely voluptous in the jeans and blue turtleneck sweater she wears,
no hint of the incredible power her years of bodybuilding have endowed her
with.

She is just about to head for the gym and a good hard workout when she notices
Larry isn't sprawled anymore, but is leaned forward watching the T.V. with
rapt intensity. Curious what he is watching, she moves silently on bare feet
into the room and stands behind him.

On the screen, a man in tattered clothing staggers through a jungle, obviously
on his last legs in an effort to reach civilization. As the camera pulls in,
he stops, gasping with effort, and leans against the bole of a tree. Suddenly,
the camera cuts away to the head of a snake, tongue flicking the air. Kasey
sees Larry lean forward.

The camera pulls back, and as it does, it becomes clear the snake is huge, and
lying on a branch above the man. The snake begins to ooze down from the branch
in an "s" shape directly over him. Kasey hears Larry's breathing speed up.

Suddenly, the snake drops onto the man, it's weight forcing him to the ground,
loops of its thick body twisting their way around him, once, twice. From his
knees, he topples to his side, then rolls to his back, the giant snake wrapped
around his torso, a loop around the back of his neck. Somehow, the man has
managed to grasp the snake just below it's head, holding it off, keeping it
from completing a noose around his neck. The man groans with the effort of his
struggle. Kasey notes Larry's face is flushed. It appears he also has a huge
hard-on.

Kasey's attention now alternates between the screen and Larry as she watches
both with puzzled fascination. On screen, the snake is now going slowly about
its business. As he grunts and groans with futile efforts to escape, the snake
squeezes. Larry is breathing shallow and heavy as he watches. Once, he matches
an agonized groan from the man on the tube with a faint moan of his own.

Now, the man's eyes bulge from the pressure of the coils around him, and his
vocalizations are reduced to the small retching sounds of a man being crushed,
a sound Kasey is familiar with. It is obvious, he is not going to make it to
the safety of civilization. Suddenly, his hands lose their grip on the head
and flop to his sides. Now, along with his bulging eyes, his tongue protrudes,
and his head rolls to the side. The sound of ribs cracking accompany what is
obviously his demise.

Kasey sees Larry swallow, and a small wet spot on his jeans. His breathing has
slowed, but is still deep.

Quietly, Kasey backs out of the room. Something in all that has just occurred
tickles the back of her mind. She needs to think. And she does her best
thinking while working out. She grabs her gym bag and slips quietly out of the
apartment.

"Wierd," is what Kasey at first thinks as her body works almost automatically
through her first set. What kind of sexual secrets has Larry been hiding from
her? Larry got turned on watching a giant snake crush another man!

She moves into her second excercise as she analyzes what she has seen, and,
she admits to herself, felt. Because there had been a definite tingle in her
own loins as she had quietly slipped out of the room. Ignoring, for the
moment, Larry's obvious arousal (which always worked to arouse her, or
increase her own.) she replays the movie scene in her mind, and as she does,
feels warmth once again develope between her legs.

Huge, massive snake, coiling around a man, holding, then slowly squeezing,
crushing him, coldly, dispassionately, crushing him, squeezing the life from
his body, watch him struggle, (the weights move up and down, almost of their
own accord) see him thrash, see him purple, his eyes bulge, the snake
squeezing, hear him groan in agony, (the weights almost fly up and down, as
though made of air) watch him writhe, his tongue protrudes, the snake
squeezing, squeezing, crushing him to death!!!!!

She almost drops the weights as her own orgasm flushes through her. She lets
them back into their cradle and looks around guiltily to see what attention
she has attracted. She is relieved to see that the only two other people in
the gym are in the "amateur" section with the machines at the far end and have
paid absolutely no attention to her.

She grins to herself as she realizes there is absolutely nothing strange about
her love slave. On the contrary, he simply knows himself better than she knows
him, or herself, for that matter. Additionally, he has given her the answer
she has been seeking in the way a slave should--without even knowing he has.
Truly, he deserves a reward. And she knows what it will be. "I just hope he
survives it," she thinks as she returns to her work out with renewed vigor.

It takes Kasey two weeks to obtain the items necessary and arrange things for
Larry's "reward". During that time, they keep up their usual "encounters"
which have regained a degree of the intensity Kasey has missed, even though
she is extra careful not to injure Larry. For herself, she knows it is
anticipation. On Larry's part, she knows he has taped the movie, and is
watching it frequently. His adoring obedience is better than ever, and she
wonders to what efforts he would go if he knew what she planned. Her work outs
have moved to a new level.

The note she leaves is simple: "Larry-You need to work out. Meet me at the gym
at 10:00 p.m. Wear thong underwear, nothing else. Kasey". She is so glad the
gym owner is such a good friend.

With only the night lights on, the gym is a gloomy, shadowed cavern with only
the occasional highlight of light on silver upright. Light enough to move
around, carefully, too dark to see anything but shapes and shadows.

Kasey watches as Larry enters, the bright shaft of hall light spearing then
disappearing as the door closes behind him. She perches on the pull-up bar,
waiting.

"K-kasey?" quivers Larry.

"I'm here," she purrs.

Larry homes on the sound of her voice, unable to see anything but vague shapes
in the direction from which it came. Slowly, he moves across the gym, winding
a crooked path around equipment, sometimes reaching out to feel what is in his
path. Like a lost explorer.

Kasey has positioned herself well, as far as he can go in the direction he
travels. Getting there, and not finding her, he will have to stop almost
directly below her.

Larry stopd and lookd around. "Kasey?" he quivers again.

Her long legs slide off the bar above him, around his shoulders. She lowers
herself swiftly onto him, the "V" of her legs against the back of his neck,
and lets go of the bar, putting her full weight onto him. His 5'7" frame
buckles to his knees at the unexpected weight and his hands reach up and clamp
on the, for now, soft thighs on either side of his head. He feels the silky
smoothness of lycra, and, turning his head, sees the golden brown pattern of
the Reticulated Python.

"Welcome to the jungle, Larry" hisses Kasey. She tightens her thighs around
his head. His hands pull at them.

With that, Kasey twists to the side, pulling them both over onto the floor.
Rolling Larry onto his back, she releases her neck scissors, twists, and
slides over his face down his body until she can once again trap his head in
the "V" of her thighs. The full length lycra python bodysuit slides sensously
across his bare skin and Kasey quivers.

Larry arches and twists, and, using only a small amount of her strength, Kasey
allows him to separate her thighs slightly, and twist part of his body through
them. Her arms encircle his waist to maintain her control.

"Yes, Larry, struggle. Escape, if you can, the grasp of death," she husks.

With a heave, Larry rolls them over, and Kasey reclasps around his upper body
and head, leaving one arm free. She feels his erection press into her cheek.
Her own wetness demands she squeeze, and she does. Larry grunts as she
compresses his sternum, his free hand grasping and pulling at the smoothness
of her leg.

Wrapping her arms around one of his legs for purchase, Kasey loosens her
scissors again, and begins to pull herself further down his body.

Sensing a chance, Larry rolls once again, bringing Kasey back on top. But even
as his maneuver begins, she senses it, and reclasps her legs, this time around
his upper chest. She again squeezes and is rewarded with a painful grunt as
she forces air from his chest.

"Don't let it get around you, Larry," whispers Kasey.

Larry arches again, and Kasey is able to make her final move, sliding her legs
around Larry's torso just below his diaphragm. She locks her ankles as he
sinks back, twisting to the floor. She presses the "V" of her thighs against
him as tightly as she can, the deadly muscles of her thighs enclosing his
body.

"Ohh, Larry, it's got you now," she husks in mock sadness.

Knowing the truth of her statement, Larry begins to thrash and squirm wildly
in futile efforts to escape. His hands alternately grasp, then pound the hard
muscle around his torso.

With a small smile, Kasey begins. Feeling his labored breathing, she tightens
around him each time she feels him relax, or breath out. Slowly. Like a giant
python constricting its prey. She releases her arms from his legs and slides
her upper body back from their thrashing, then reaches out and lightly
caresses his erection through the blue thong bikini. She looks at her lycra
clad legs and admires how much like a python's coils they look, wrapped around
his body.

"Oh, god, oh god, no," Larry is gasping with shallow breaths as he twists and
turns, seeking escape from the crushing thighs around him.

Slowly, Kasey increases pressure. Larry's face is turning red now and panic
appears in his eyes.

"C-can't-breathe," gasps Larry, even though Kasey knows that he can, if he can
talk. That will change in a few seconds, though, she knows.

And indeed, very shortly, Larry begins to make the retching sounds they both
know and love, of a man no longer breathing in, a man whose little air
remaining is being forced out of his lungs.

Kasey squeezes harder. Now Larry's eyes begin to bulge. From a source of
energy known only to dying animals, his body thrashes and writhes harder than
ever. Kasey lightly grasps his swollen cock through the thin material of his
bikini.

She squeezes harder. Larry's face purples and his tongue begins to press
outward. His struggles begin to weaken as his oxygen starved body uses up its
last remaining enery.

Kasey tightens again as Larry's hands flutter weakly. His face purple, his
eyes bulging, she feels his organ spasm, then again, and again, and her hand
feels wetness spread beneath it. Her own orgasm, as she rubs against his body,
begins to spread upward, and she squeezes harder. The sound of one, then two
ribs cracking, and the sight of Larry's head, rolling to the side, tongue
hanging, shoves it through her like a blinding strike of lightning and she
goes rigid, holding Larry's limp body in her deadly grasp for what seems like
hours, but can only be seconds.

Kasey releases her grip and rolls away from Larry even before the last little
wave surges through her. Scrambling to check, she is rewarded with a weak
pulse, although he no longer breathes. Lowering her mouth to his, she begins
artificial respiration, and is rewarded within a few seconds with a choking
gasp.

Color returns to Larry quickly as he draws in ragged breaths. Kasey sits back
and watches as slowly, he returns to the land of the living. It is quite some
time before consciousness returns. When it does, he gasps in pain from the
broken ribs as he tries to sit up.

"Lay there," she commands, and he sinks back onto the mat where she has
dominated and crushed him as he has never been crushed before.

"H-how did you know?" he asks weakly. His head rolls towards her and he
admires the snakeskin catsuit she wears that is so tight it only accentuates
her voluptuous curves and cut musculature.

"That is not important," Kasey says. "What is important, is that any sex life
or fetish can be enhanced with a little fantasy, a thing I learned from you.
This was part of your reward."

"Part?" he questions.

"There are many fantasies, my little man," she says with an enigmatic smile.

But she wonders if any will top "the jungle", where she can combine the cold,
merciless mind of the snake with the lustful heat of the warrior to reach
zeniths she never knew existed. She wonders, and smiles to herself. "We'll
find out," she thinks.

The End.