The address was a little way out of the town centre. Ken Stoker stood outside a plain wooden door set in the back of a nondescript building. Tattered scraps of faded material hung down between the metal framework of an old awning above the door. Behind him was a builder's yard. On either side of him the road ran past old industrial plots, their red brick buildings slowly decaying from neglect. This area had seen better days.
The door was slightly ajar. Ken pushed it open, feeling some trepidation. On the other side a short corridor terminated in another door. Ken walked up to it and pushed a buzzer.
He heard the outer door creak as it started to close behind him. Shadow poured into the narrow corridor and Ken felt his chest tighten. He turned and watched the door swing shut. It stopped before closing all the way, letting in a small chink of light from outside.
Not enough. Ken still felt confined, trapped. His finger was already jabbing back towards the buzzer when he heard the inner door click open in front of him.
He walked through into a spacious reception area. Comfortable looking sofas lined the walls. A water cooler stood in the corner, flanked by two potted plants. The only piece of furniture that hinted at the true nature of the building was the TV. Currently it was showing a hardcore porn movie.
A plump woman with an overly made-up face sat behind the receptionist's counter.
"Can I help you dear?" she asked.
"I'm ... um ... Ken Stoker," he answered. "I think I have an appointment."
The only other person in the room was a slender young blonde girl in tight white pants and top. She was sitting on one of the sofas and filing her nails. She looked up at Ken and smiled, flashing long false eyelashes.
"Oh yes, so you do," the receptionist said. "We were told to look out for you."
She squeezed out from behind the counter.
"Follow me. We've already prepared a room for you."
She led him down a small corridor. The first door was open and behind it was a tidy little kitchen space. The second door was closed. Ken heard loud moans--of pleasure rather than pain--coming from the room behind it.
The receptionist saw his astonished expression and smiled. "I take it this is the first time you've visited an establishment like this," she said.
The receptionist chuckled. "Amanda is going to have fun with you."
"Um ... would it be possible to get the massage only?" he asked.
"Of course sweetie," the receptionist replied. "No one's going to make you do anything you don't want to. Officially, we only offer massages anyway," she added with a cunning little wink. "If you change your mind and decide you want something extra, discuss it with Amanda in the room."
The last door on the left was ajar. Through the door Ken saw a luxurious bedroom with a little en-suite shower cubicle in the corner. He expected the receptionist to lead him through into this room, but instead she opened the door opposite onto a small flight of wooden stairs leading downwards. She flipped a light switch and started down the steps.
Ken paused at the threshold.
The stairway seemed awfully narrow.
Realising she wasn't being followed, the receptionist stopped and looked back up at Ken. "Are you okay, dear?" she asked.
"I'm claustrophobic," Ken said, feeling sheepish. "I get panic attacks in enclosed spaces sometimes."
Understanding dawned on the receptionist's face.
"I'm sorry," she said. She started to head back up the stairs. "We can use one of the other rooms."
"No, it's okay," Ken replied.
The walls of the stairway seemed to throb and constrict before him, closing like the gullet of a great beast. Come on, he thought, it's only stairs leading down to a converted cellar, not some gothic dungeon at the dark centre of the world.
Actually, there might be a dungeon down there, he thought with wry humour. It could be that kind of place.
He looked at the walls. They were covered in lurid pink and darker pink striped wallpaper. At regular intervals there were photographs of models in various lewd poses. It brought home just how ridiculous his terror was. He placed a foot on the first step and started down the stairs.
"I bet that's the first time you've seen a grown man trembling in fear at a narrow stairway," Ken said with a nervous smile.
"Irrational fear's a horrible thing," the receptionist said. "My great aunt was agoraphobic. She never left her house once in the last twenty years of her life. It might as well have been her prison. I'm guessing your claustrophobia doesn't do much for your love life."
"Screaming fits in elevators do tend to frighten the ladies away," Ken said with a wry smile.
"Yeah, I suppose that would make second dates difficult," the receptionist said.
Ken nodded. "But that's not why I'm here," he added hurriedly. "It's for my claustrophobia, not my love life ... at least I think so. I don't sound very convincing, do I?"
The receptionist pulled a face.
"I don't know why I'm here either," Ken admitted. "My doctor, sort of, told me I should come."
"Ah, her," the receptionist said, smiling at a secret only she knew. "She's a canny one that one. She really understands what makes people tick."
She had an unconventional approach to therapy, to say the least. Ken remembered his surprise when she'd passed the address to him.
"Isn't this a... ?" he'd said.
"Yes, and it's exactly what you need right now," she'd answered in a tone that brooked no further debate.
"Very big on the importance of proper relaxation," Ken said to the receptionist as he returned to the present.
"It does take the mind off things," the receptionist said. "Why, if this was twenty years ago you'd be too busy staring at my sexy little behind to worry about any silly little fears." She gave her wobbly butt a shake that brought a smile to Ken's face. "Of course, there's been a few too many years-and cakes-since then," she laughed.
They reached the bottom of the stairs and the receptionist took him through into one of the rooms.
It wasn't a dungeon, but the room was still a little strange. There was no bed Ken could see. Instead there was a sunken depression in the centre-like the room had once housed a shallow bath or pool-filled with a large round mat or mattress. The mattress was covered in furs and silken cushions. The walls were hidden behind curtains of gaily coloured silks. Low lamps in the corners illuminated the room with a soft orange glow. For its location and odd appearance the room still managed to seem luxurious, sensuous and thankfully spacious.
"Give me a mo." The voice came from an en-suite bathroom to the right of the door. "I'll be right out."
"It's twenty and whatever you agree on with Amanda," the receptionist said.
"Oh ... sure," Ken said, fishing out his wallet and handing her a crisp twenty pound note.
The receptionist flashed him a playful wink before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
"Take your clothes off," Amanda called out from the bathroom. "I'll be ready in a minute."
Ken did as he was told, hanging his trousers and shirt over the back of an old wooden chair. He wondered what she looked like. She had a sexy voice, with a soft accent he couldn't quite place, completely unlike the coarse city accent he'd expected.
He took off his underwear and walked into the centre of the room. The matting was soft and deeper than it looked. It felt very much like a comfortable bed beneath his naked feet. He sat down. The mat didn't have as much spring as a bed, but it was thick enough that he couldn't feel the hard floor beneath his buttocks.
"Coming right out," Amanda called out.
Ken felt a little thrill of anticipation. He wasn't sure why. When he thought of massage parlours he pictured coarse women with big tits and too much make up, or skinny illegal immigrants with haunted eyes. His imagination was having no truck with that though, and was currently conjuring up images of sexy buxom beauties.
To be honest, Ken hoped she was fairly ordinary looking. He was just here for the massage, as his therapist had ordered. He had no intention of paying for sex.
Even if she happened to be fabulous looking.
Amanda happened to be fabulous looking and then some. Or at least half of her was. Her skin was a rich Mediterranean shade of olive. A lovely pair of full breasts bounced above a trim stomach. A bright green emerald was studded in her naval. Her eyes were the same shade of green and almost as bright. Viridian lipstick added sparkles to full, kissable lips. Her luxuriant black hair was cut in a Cleopatra style with a short fringe and long straight wings that fell down onto her shoulders. It framed a face that could have belonged to a top Bollywood actress or maybe even an exotic Arabian princess right out of legend.
If that had been all, Ken might have kicked his 'massage only' intentions right out of the window. He had his principles, but he was still a red-blooded male. Gorgeous princesses like this were not girls you could say no to.
If that had been all...
Above the waist she was a sex goddess, an absolute knockout. Below the waist she wasn't human. What should have been her legs instead merged into a long snake-like body covered in green and brown scales that glittered in the light like polished copper or bronze.
Her lower half was a snake.
Ken jumped back in alarm, scarcely believing what he was seeing. Was this some kind of hallucination?
"Mmm, what tasty little morsel has been sent my way?" the monster said.
Ken backed away on the mat. He glanced around. It was exactly as he dreaded. The only exit was through the same door he'd entered by and the monster was between him and that.
The snake part of her body was enormous. It was thicker than any python or boa constrictor he'd ever seen at a zoo and he couldn't see the end of it as the tail extended back into the en-suite bathroom.
Maybe her massive size might work in his favour. She didn't look like she was that manoeuvrable. Ken crouched down, preparing to spring either left or right.
"So you want to play," the monster said with a smile. She crouched down as well, arms outstretched as if waiting to tackle him.
And tackle him she nearly did. Ken dived first to the left and then to right and on both occasions she moved to block him, her body slithering over the floor like quicksilver. So much for thinking her snake body would make her cumbersome.
Ken continued to back away while she advanced on him. He was acutely conscious he was running out of room to back into.
"This is fun," the monster said. A forked tongue flickered between her full lips.
What the fuck was she?
Ken had a sudden idea. He changed his stance to look more relaxed.
"You have a really sexy body you know," he said.
"Why thank you," the snake girl said, dropping her guard.
Ken dropped his shoulder to make it look like he was going to dash to the right and instead sprang to the left. It was like selling a dummy to a lumbering defender on a Saturday afternoon football pitch and it worked just as well. The snake girl bought it completely as she leaned to her left and Ken left her for dead as he dashed around her other side.
Unfortunately, the snake girl had something no lumbering central defender possessed-a tail. She flicked it out and casually slapped him back into the centre of the room.
The breath whooshed out of Ken's body. It was like running full tilt into a waist-high iron railing. He crashed back, momentarily stunned. Before he could recover he felt her tail slip around him. The next moment the room was spinning as she wound him back into the thick coils of her body.
"Got you," the monster girl's voice chimed in triumph.
Got him? No! Her thick muscular coils wrapped all around his body. They were pressing down on him. Crushing him. Panic surged through Ken. He couldn't move. His arms were pinned firmly to his sides as she wound her sinuous body tightly around him.
Ken's heart pounded in his chest.
"Hey," the girl said.
Got to get away. Can't. Trapped.
Panic ignited in Ken. He started hyperventilating. His chest tightened. Her remorseless coils were squeezing the breath and life out of him.
"Hey," the girl repeated.
Ken didn't hear her.
The walls were closing in. Falling down on him. Crushing him.
Her coils squeezing him. His rib cage on the verge of shattering.
"This should get your attention," the girl chuckled. She pressed her bosom down over his face.
Ken's heart rate shot even higher. Blood pounded through his ears like the beats of a massive drum.
No light. Trapped. Tiny space. Something smothering him. Blocking off his air.
His heart screamed in his chest like the final metallic death wail of a piece of machinery pushed far beyond its limits.
Trapped. Smothered. Crushed. Suffocating.
"Oh shit! He's claustrophobic, remember. Stupid, Amanda, stupid."
The smothering obstacle was removed from Ken's face. Still he couldn't breathe. The panic had taken hold of his lungs. He continued to hyperventilate, breath rushing in and out far too fast for his body to extract any oxygen from it.
"No, no, no! Don't you dare die on me!" Amanda said. She leaned close, pursed her moist lips and exhaled a cloud of pink smoke into Ken's face. "Inari will make me into a pair of matching snakeskin boots and gloves."
Ken's face was enveloped by a cloud of sweet perfume. It passed down into his lungs and immediately soothed his spasming airways. Ken began to breathe more easily and as a result took in more of the lulling scent. The perfume, drug, whatever he'd inhaled, entered his bloodstream and flowed right to his heart, where it seemed to wrap his stuttering organ in a soft cocoon that slowed frantic, arrhythmic beats back down to steady pulses.
He calmed down.
Amanda's exhalation continued to work through his body, sinking all the way down until Ken felt a pleasant tingling sensation in his balls. He felt a little fuzzy. His vision was a little hazy, like the soft focus filters used with hot actresses in 80's films. He also felt a little horny. Looking at a naked girl with a lovely pair of breasts probably helped.
Her tongue, forked like a snake's, slipped out between her full lips and tasted the air. It cracked the spell and reminded Ken she wasn't human. He became aware again of her lower body wrapped around him like the coils of a monstrous serpent, squeezing him, crushing-
No, it wasn't. Not really. His arms were pinned at his side, but there was no pressure on his chest. He could breathe in and out without any problems.
"Are you okay?" the monster asked. She looked genuinely concerned.
Ken didn't really know how to answer that one. He was trapped in the coils of a gigantic snake that felt powerful enough to squeeze the life out of him at any moment. "What are you?" he asked.
"That's complicated," the girl replied. "In your myths creatures like me are called naga or lamia and that's as good a name as any." She smiled. "Mostly I prefer to be called Amanda," she said. "You're Ken?" she asked.
Ken nodded, about the only movement he was capable of at the moment.
"What do you want with me?" he asked.
Amanda looked puzzled and then laughed. "I thought you already knew the answer to that."
Ken blanched as a cold shiver of fear ran through him. So she was going to kill and eat him after all.
"Stop being silly," Amanda said, noticing Ken's ashen colour. "Your massage. You know, the one you've already paid for."
"I give a wonderful body-to-body massage," Amanda said. "It helps when you've got a body as flexible as mine."
Ken felt motion all around him as her sinuous body rubbed up against and squeezed him. He was upright, but her coils supported his body completely. He wasn't even sure if his feet were touching the floor. Her scaly skin felt smooth against his naked skin and her body was warm not cold like he imagined a reptile's to be. Her coils gripped parts of his body and gently twisted and pulled, manipulating the muscles beneath.
"My, there's a lot of tenseness I'm feeling here," Amanda said, concentrating while she flexed the muscles along the length of her body.
It wasn't hands, but Ken did feel a force pressing against his flesh. Her coils squeezed and rolled against him, kneading the muscles of his back. It wasn't just his upper back; he felt her touch all over his body, like being worked on with multiple hands simultaneously. It felt pretty good, like receiving relaxing physiotherapy after a football match.
"I suppose I did frighten you half to death," Amanda said, giving him a wide smile.
She had fangs. Long, horror movie vampire fangs.
Ken went white.
"Oh stop worrying!" Amanda said. She gave him a playful squeeze all over that didn't help matters at all. "I'm not going to eat you."
Ken didn't know what to make of this. It couldn't be possible, right? There was no way he could be wrapped up in the coils of a girl that had the lower body of a giant snake.
"I'm hallucinating, aren't I?" he said.
"No," Amanda replied. "But if it helps, you can imagine I wrapped a sheet around your body and hypnotized you into thinking it's the coils of a giant snake."
"No, but you're going to be so busy wondering whether this is all one big mind screw it will keep you quiet while I squeeze all the tension out of you."
She was right about that. Ken was clueless what to think. She continued to rub the loops of her body against him, working and kneading his tissues. She concentrated her attentions on his spine, rubbing her scaly body against each vertebrae.
"Your back could use some work," Amanda said.
That was all the warning Ken got before she gripped his torso tightly and wrenched him in competing directions. His spine was tugged straight and he felt an odd rippling sensation as she used her body to nudge against each vertebrae in sequence. Despite the size of her body, she manipulated each bone with delicate precision, carefully bringing each vertebrae back into alignment. The initial force was jarring, but afterwards his back felt good, really good, like he'd just shrugged off an enormous burden he hadn't even been aware he was struggling under.
"I really should charge extra for the chiropracty," Amanda said.
She shifted position and her body slithered around his left leg. She stretched the limb out straight and then her coils formed cuffs that rubbed up and down his thigh and calf, smoothing out the muscle underneath.
"Nice legs," Amanda commented. "You keep these in good shape."
"I referee kids' football matches up on Lambton Park every weekend," Ken said. "Lots of running around."
"Lambton Park? That's a rough area," Amanda commented.
"Yeah, a lot of disadvantaged kids," Ken said. "Getting them out on the pitch is good though. Gives them something to do and keeps them out of trouble."
"I bet keeping them in line is a real handful," Amanda said. She released his left leg and coiled her body around his right leg.
"Heh, you wouldn't believe the gobs on some of them," Ken said.
"Oh, I know," Amanda said. "Some of the girls pass through here from time to time."
"They're mostly good kids," Ken said. It felt strange to have such a normal everyday conversation with a creature out of myth.
"They just need a little discipline," Amanda said with a smile.
Ken noticed how her green eyes flashed as she mentioned discipline.
"Are you ticklish?" Amanda asked.
She didn't wait for an answer. Instead the tip of her tail started to tickle the exposed sole of Ken's foot. He squirmed helplessly in Amanda's coils as her tail teased him.
"Hee hee, thought so," Amanda giggled.
She didn't tease him for long before shifting position again. Her coils relaxed and their weight settled around Ken. She twisted round Ken until she was behind him and low enough so that the back of his head rested against the soft pillows of her breasts. Her hands came around and massaged his temples. Around him her muscular coils gently undulated and squeezed.
"How does that feel?" Amanda whispered in his ear.
"Nice," Ken replied.
It felt wonderful. Her attentions had left him feeling warm and floppy. He sank back in her coils and basked in the feeling as her motions slowly caressed his back and shoulders. Her fingers kneaded the muscles of his jaw and gently rolled his head from side to side to loosen his neck muscles. Her fingers slid up through his hair and he closed his eyes in pleasure as she massaged the back of his head.
"Relaxed?" Amanda breathed.
"Yes," Ken sighed.
"I think it's time to talk about extras." Amanda twisted him back around until he was facing her again. The full curves of her dusky breasts hovered right before his face.
"Extras?" Ken queried.
"Fun," Amanda elaborated with a mischievous smile.
Ken knew what she meant. That put him in a dilemma. Her upper body was jaw-droppingly beautiful. Was he going to violate his own morals? Could he? She wasn't exactly human.
"I have a confession," Amanda said with a sly smile. "I'm a terrible control freak. There's one thing I find more fun than anything."
She pressed Ken's face into her cleavage and rubbed the soft globes of her breasts against his face. Ken felt a sudden constriction across his chest. It was a powerful muscular tightening sensation that grew in strength.
"I really love breathplay," Amanda said, her eyes twinkling.
Ken's lungs deflated as he wheezed out a stale breath. His chest fell and her coils immediately tightened to occupy the space his falling chest had left behind. Amanda looked down at him and her bright eyes flared. She licked moist lips.
Ken only managed a shallow little breath. His chest could only rise a little as her coils tightened around him. He expelled that breath and her body squeezed down even tighter.
"Mmm. What greater control can there be than deciding when and if your victim can draw their next breath." Her face was serene as she flexed her muscles and her body squeezed tighter and tighter.
Ken couldn't breathe at all. Her coils were pressed tightly all around his chest. His rib cage couldn't move. His lungs couldn't expand. He couldn't inhale.
She was squeezing him to death.