Snakebit

 


Mouse gets dressed in her new two-piece outfit... golden sequined bikini over shimmering tights... the circus having decided to create a dramatic number with her as the star... in which she steals a jewel... then has knives thrown at her... gets shot from a cannon... and has to acrobatically make her way over the lion cage to freedom... it begins with her descending on ropes to snatch the jewel...

A drum rolling as you're lowered down... holding onto the rope with your toes... heading closer to the giant diamond... a fake prop... but glittering like the real thing... as the audience ooh and aah at the thief about to steal the prize...

Mouse reaches for the diamond... her own costume glimmering like the faux jewel she grabs... making a show of smirking as she slips it into a little bag dangling from her waist... and begins to climb hand over hand... swinging away as the police clowns rush in throwing knives... one intentionally thrown to sever her rope... at just the right instant for her to fall in the cannon... screaming...

The police clowns going into a routine where they look all around for you... even as your kicking legs make a show for the audience in the cannon's mouth... showing off as the theatrical kicks also display your curves... finally wiggling inside... the clowns lighting the fuse during some play with a cigar... the audience rolling in the aisles... even as you have to squirm around inside the cannon... only your flexibility allowing you to turn around in the tiny space...

Mouse is only able to get turned around in the cannon because of her tiny size coupled with her flexibility... flying out head first as the cannon goes off... sending her sailing over all three rings... the one from which she just stole the diamond... the middle one with the lion cage... and into the middle of the donkey diving pool in the last... spewing water theatrically as she surfaces...

The audience cheering... applauding wildly... even as a trio of newcomers somersault into the ring... tumblers... flipping and cartwheeling around the pool... dressed in stripy vests and black legging... like stereotypical burglars... as if wanting to steal the loot... the audience taking it for part of the act... but you don't remember this being planned...

Mouse blinks... wondering who decided to change the costuming of these clowns... but continuing with the show... sweeping one attacker off his feet... kicking a second into the pool... where he lands with a big splash as she flips to the shoulders of the third... and leaps for the trapeze... grasping the bar and swinging back over the lion cage as the crowd roars...

The tumblers still not sticking to the script... one pulling a pair of knives from his belt... and hurling them at the trapeze ropes... severing them... and dropping you down... into the middle of three hungry lions... the big cats licking their chops... eager to sample a Mouse... as the crowd gasps in shock... and so do some of the clowns...

Mouse blinks as well... since escaping being mauled by lions was not part of the rehearsal... diving aside as the first big cat pounces... rolling under the slashing claws of a second... the crowd gasping as those claws spin Mouse around... until the top on which they were caught rips free of her body... she runs for the door... arms pumping... boobies bouncing... as the lion sniffs her top... and a third charges...

The monstrous beast leaping through the air... growling... and landing on top of you... sending you slamming to the ground inches from the door... a pair of paws flattening your frontage... as the lion roars... opening wide... your head inside the lion's mouth as you stare down its gullet with eyes wide... the audience not daring to look...

Mouse squeals as her life flashes before her wide eyes... pinned by the massive beast... about to be ripped to shreds... the cage door swings open and the tumbling burglars open up on the lion with dart guns... the creature blinks and then slumps to one side even as Mouse scrambles away... losing her bikini bottoms to a stray claw... climbing the cage wall and leaping for her ropes above...

The burglars frowning under their makeup... aiming the dart guns at you now... and letting loose another volley... the audience murmuring... not knowing quite where to look... and whether the tumblers are meant to be on your side or not...

Mouse climbs the ropes and spins about toward her clown friends... avoiding the volley of darts... which seem to fly harmlessly past... she looks down... one protrudes from her shimmering rump... and one from a bare breast... she slumps... the rope catching about her ankle... dangling upside down as she swings back... the rope untwisting at the end of its swing... dumping her into the donkey tank...

The audience clapping at the splash... laughing... as the tumblers tumble in... with a large sack... marked SWAG... picking up your near-naked body and stuffing you into it... tying the sack tightly closed... then lifting it up... and carrying it out... as the band play on... not sure what else to do... the Ringmaster hopping mad... demanding to know where they're taking you...

Mouse does not hear the angry cries of the ringmaster to the police to not let them get away... the clowns tripping over each other per their act... not sure if their pursuit should be in earnest or not... the crowd laughing and giving a standing ovation... which Mouse can't hear... sleeping blissfully inside the sack... rolled up in a ball... wearing nothing but soaked tights as she is carried away...

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The sack tight... cramped... made out of some unbreakable polymer... and securely tied at the neck... leaving you able to do nothing but squirm around inside the too-tight confines... sweat... and position yourself to maximize your chance when the tight sack is finally opened... as the bundle is spirited across the world to Anarchistan...

Mouse has no way of knowing who has abducted her or to what purpose... but she knows it is taking a long time to get there... by plane... train... and truck... the sack becomes a wretched space... filled with her own sweat... and eventually her own urine... all the time wondering who could be behind it... Vicious Val... Abdullah the Butcher... Squire Knott?

The neck of the sack finally opening... your captors waiting... shock batons in hand... no longer dressed as tumblers... but now as Anarchistan's security forces... reeling back from the stink of sweat and pee... one growling as he reaches in and tries to yank you out by the hair...

Mouse squeaks out a protest as she is dragged out by the tangled mass of sweaty matted hair... her bare breasts waving at her captors... her sheer tights matted to her like a second skin... her eyes narrow... blinded by the light... her heart sinking as she discerns where she must be... and at whose mercy...

The shock batons lashing out at you... like snakes... the men snarling as they attempt to jab you with them... shocking you into submission... the cold eyes of Abdullah the Butcher watching cruelly... a frown on his face... as he sneers... "Did you think there would be no punishment for thwarting my plans?"

Mouse lurches... yelping... lurching again... the pain from the shocks paralyzing... she crumples to the ground... writhing at the boots of her captors... as they kick her about... laughing as her curves roll about in a pitiful effort to escape... she looks up with a sniffle as she finds herself at Abdullah's feet...

Abdullah smirking... and pressing a boot down on your throat... "I'll attend to her later... in the torture room... in the meantime, I think Nu wanted to take his own revenge... take her to the dojo and string her up from the ceiling..."

Mouse 's eyes widen and she contorts her face in anguish... "Please Abdullah... no... he'll kill me... I am a thief... I could... " Abdullah moving amazingly well for a seemingly morbidly obese man... already out of earshot as his men drag her off... binding her tightly with arms at her sides... two men holding her up... one with hands on her boobs... the other on her ass... as a third wraps her mass of hair around a hook...

The men enjoying their chance to fondle you... hands roaming... as your hair takes your weight... toes dangling a few inches off the floor... leaving your squirming in the tight ropes... a sound like snapping branches making you flinch... Nu... cracking his knuckles as he walks in... looking you over coldly... "Ah... my punching bag has been delivered..."

Mouse sniffles... straining at the ropes... her naked form twisting and turning... her soaked tights only serving to make her sex shine more obscenely than it might in naked... the wide-eyed sideways glance at the eight and a half foot tall mutant with four arms saying it all... but quivering with fear as well... "Please don't do this to me... please..."

Nu reaching out a fingertip to stroke over the gleaming pout... smirking... "You should be honored... not many enjoy such personal time with Nu... and I promised Abdullah that you would remember my treatment of you for the rest of your life... should it last beyond your time in this room..." His black eyes meeting yours for a long moment... savoring your fear... before he strikes... two of his hands slamming into your ribs...

Mouse stares back into his dark eyes... nothing human there that she can find... she screams in terror even before the punches land... turning her scream into a grunt and a gurgle... her body doubling over at the waist as it is driven back... swinging wildly by the hair as if flops back into place...

Nu smiles... clearly already enjoying himself... another double right slamming into the same ribs... a sickening crack echoing... before his two lefts slam into both breasts at once... finally spinning into a roundhouse kick at your other side... another rib snapping... an obscene twin bulge in his leggings...

Mouse grunts and squeaks as the beating continues in earnest... ribs cracking... realizing that if she can't free herself he will likely beat her to death... or near enough she'd rather be dead... desperately trying to loosen the ropes as she flops about... gaping at the bulge in his leggings... then grinning... kicking both bound legs up as one between his... straining... bending more at the waist... knowing she has seconds at best... her toes grasping at the hook... trying to lift and create enough slack to free herself...

Your feet impacting against Nu's twin sacks... sending him doubling over... for just a couple of seconds... his eyes closing tight in agony as two hands reach to clutch at them... the other two free to lash out... aiming wildly at the target of your pout... though unable to do more than flail wildly with his eyes closed in pain...

Mouse narrowly avoids his wild punches as she pulls up on the hook... screaming in pain herself as she shakes the mass of hair free and falls... leaving more hair than she would like still wrapped around the hook... landing on her bum and rolling... coming to her knees... then her feet... hopping to Nu's weight bench... sawing her wrist ropes against the sharp edge of the frame...

Nu grimacing... turning in your direction... growling as he reaches out for one of the weights... a long steel bar loaded at either end with massive weights... lifting it as easily as a baseball bat... then swinging it... aiming to slam it into you...

Mouse hops up on the bench... and then over the swing of the barbell... still trying to free herself all the while... her situation desperate... her heart pounding... bouncing again... trying to kick Nu in the face with her bound feet... while one pair of his arms are busy with the bar...

The other pair rising up... aiming to block the desperate kick... but coming too late as your feet impact against his jaw... sending him staggering back a couple of steps... furiously hurling the bar at you... "Your temerity will not go unpunished... Nu is not to be trifled with..."

Mouse oophs as the bar catches her as she comes down... driving her back against the wall... but finally snapping those pesky ropes... scrambling about on the floor as she frees herself... getting to her feet with a grimace... wincing more as she tests her joints... her jutting breasts oscillating as she tries to sound defiant... "Nor is Mouse!"

Nu growling... moving closer... between you and the door... circling slowly... his hands clenching and releasing... black eyes fixed on yours... "I'll remember those words when I take you... and break you... before your night in Abdullah's torture chamber..." Taking a step closer... and lashing out with two of his massive fists... keeping the other two in reserve...

Mouse faces off against this monster nearly twice her height... many times her weight... with two extra arms... she backflips away from the punches... realizing this is going to take every bit of skill she possesses... kicking up under one extended arm... aiming precisely for the pressure point that will render it numb...

One of the left arms going numb... dropping to hand limp at the monster's side... as he growls... eyes narrowing... all three of the other arms reaching to grab different parts of you... hair... arm... leg... and yank you off your feet...

Mouse keeps moving as fast as she can... running up the wall and flipping out and over... poking down on a shoulder... trying to deaden another arm... even as her trailing leg is caught by the ankle... she squeals as she is swung around...

Another arm on the other side of the body going dead... as Nu swings you around... aiming to slam you into the wall... then the floor... then swing you around again and hurl you at an opposite wall... eyes blazing in fury now...

Mouse has the breath knocked out of her by the floor and wall... toppling to the floor in a heap of heaving flesh... her eyes wide as they look up... the furious monster charging after her... she stays low... sweeping at his legs... prepared to lunge and jab the back of a knee when he steps over the sweep...

Nu jumping the sweep... and the back of his knee jabbed on schedule... sending him down... onto his knees... his fury unabated as he reaches to grab a hold of you again... roaring now... aiming to grab you and hold you down this time...

Mouse crawls for the door... squealing as she is dragged back across the floor... twisting around as the raging monster tightens his grip... threatening to crush her ankle as he leans in... and she strikes at his temple...

The big monster wincing... obviously in pain... dazed by the strike... keeping his grip tight... attempting to pin you... but his movements slow now... clumsy...

Mouse blinks as her strike fails to stop the mutant... who clumsily begins to mount her... dragging himself atop her... feeling the shape of his dual members rubbing against her nylon-clad pout... and abdomen... way too large for her... she gulps... begging... "Nooooo..." Nu collapsing atop her... leaving her trapped beneath him...

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Nu out for the count... but certainly going to follow through when he wakes up unless you can squirm out from underneath... if Abdullah doesn't drop by first to take you down to his torture chamber... the dojo deserted... you wonder if anyone heard the fight... or if they just wrote it off as Nu beating you to death...

Mouse can barely breath as the body of the massive mutant over six times her weight crushes her to the floor... the sensation of his sweaty flesh pressing down on hers as she squirms is maddening... even in the midst of this terrible peril she feels her nipples becoming painfully tight... panting for air as she finally squirms free and looks around...

The huge mutant groaning... soon to wake... the doors of the dojo open... if you can just find a way out from here without running into any guards... or Abdullah... you may have a chance...

Mouse slips out of the door and pads down the corridor... her scent the thing most likely to give her away... as she ducks behind a tapestry to let two guards pass... fortunately their noses too used to camels to notice her... racing on after they pass... rolling under a box truck loading in the courtyard... clinging to the frame as it lurches into gear...

The truck shuddering and shaking... even as you hear shouts... Nu racing out of the palace... looking all around for you... yelling at various guards to search everywhere... as the truck begins to creep towards the exit...

Mouse clings tightly to the muddy undercarriage... knowing enough Arabic to understand some of the shouts... willing the truck forward... closing her eyes as it passes through the gate... opening them with in a start as she hears Nu yell for the truck to be stopped... just as it bounces through a mudhole and drenches her with muck... she drops free and runs into the open market beyond...

The men in the truck halting... getting in Nu's way for a crucial second or two as he chases after you... bellowing at the market-goers to stand aside... smashing right through a fruit stall... as you duck to and fro... your muddy body drawing stares and gasps...

Mouse dodges left and right... women in burkas gasping... a merchant cursing as she knocks over his table... another man grabbing for her... kicking him and flipping over a tapestry hanging like a wall... finding herself in a deserted alleyway full of baskets... hopping in one to hide... pulling the lid over her... gulping as something slithers between her legs...

The basket filled with snakes... no telling what type... but they certainly seem to want to get close to you... your heart pounds as one wraps around your throat... sliding... as if preparing to constrict... another hissing in your ear... fangs brushing against one nipple as if preparing to bite... worst of all, the slithering touch of snakeskin on your trembling flesh is everywhere... but you know you can't move a muscle...

Mouse cowers... as the crawling snakes entwine with her as if one of their own... investigating every crook and cranny... as Nu rages into the alley... demanding to search baskets... the basket keeper agreeing... contorting her body against the outer wall of the basket as the lid is lifted... and a flute begins to play... a cobra rising up... hissing at Nu...

Nu rearing back... enough to miss seeing you... and severing the cobra's head with a single chop... then yelling angrily at the basket keeper... as hissing cobras surround you... wrapping tightly... twisting... leaving you wondering if they simply enjoy your warmth... or if they want you as food... a tasty mouse...

Mouse gulps... trying not to shake with fear... as the cozy cobras cuddle with her mud-caked flesh... one bite from any one of these snakes potentially fatal... several bites certainly... hoping that the presence of the cobras will keep her basket from being searched... since she obviously couldn't have hidden in it... trying not to squeak as a pair of fangs sink into a taut breast...

The cobra enjoying his bite... your eyes widening as fangs brush your bottom... then slowly sink in... your flesh already tingling from poison... a chill running down your spine as you realize these evil snakes are playing with you... playing with their food... hissing in your ear as they slowly stroke all over... Nu still searching the other baskets...

Mouse sweating profusely as she is gripped with fear... she closes her eyes and bites her lip as she feels another bite... and another... like needles of numbness... tears rolling down her cheeks even as she accepts that death better than the fate awaiting her with Abdullah... surely the poison will kill her in quick order...

Another bite... making you tingle maddeningly... but the expected oblivion not coming... the snakes having been de-venomed ready for sale... although they still pack a punch... like the hand that reaches down into the cobras to feel for you...

Mouse holding as still as death as the nervous hand searches briefly and then retreats... the merchant graciously offering Nu the basket for use when he finds his escapee... but the enraged Nu simply storming off... searching other areas of the market... Mouse lying still and listening to her heart thump as she waits for death to take her... becoming more and more puzzled...

The snakes continuing to nip... but their venom sacs already mostly empty... even after all of them have taken a turn... allowing you to clamber out of the basket... dazed... dizzy... and tingling all over... but nothing some rest couldn't set right... hopefully you'll get the opportunity... Anarchistan still dangerous country...

(June 2009)