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Cobra Queen by Monique Rohmehn (c)1998 ------- Author's notes: This isn't the first piece of tg fiction I've written, but it Is one of my favorites. I'm a big sci-fi fan, and I've had these characters, ideas, and situations in my head for a while. I will eventually make Sequels to this, and hopefully have some more fun with it. ? Monique ------- Something about the way this woman walked was unnatural. I sat there in the back of the bar, watching this goddess walk through the crowds, not looking at anything but what was in front of her. As she walked, she created a small part in the crowd as those who were male began to stare in lust, and those who were female began to stare in envy. Her body was coated in a snakeskin-patterned bodysuit that went all the way from her snake-patterned high heeled boots, which in themselves were quite the sight, pushing this goddess to an excess of 6'4", all the way to her ample chest, covering her large, at least double-D breasts and ending just above the end of her deltoids, leaving a long trail of snake- patterned designs on her arms, ending at the wrists, which were encased in tight, apparently vinyl gloves, which glistened in the low, almost hypnotizing light. Her face was framed by a head of beautiful blonde hair, cut in an uneven bob, hanging low off the right side of her head. She ran her fingers through her hair as she continued to walk towards the end of the crowd, showing the near shaved sides of her head, dyed in an apparent snakeskin pattern, continuing the overall theme of "snake". She slinked towards the edge of the crowd, having now dispersed into a few groups of sparse people, occasionally talking in hushed voices and looking towards the back. I almost got up to leave before I came back to earth and realized that the snake-woman had sat down across from me. "Hello." She said, trailing off with the usual feminine listlessness. "Um, hello." I stammer at her, gazing in awe at her apparent beauty. She parts her green lips and smiles, revealing her lovely, white teeth. "I'm Corrine. My friends call me 'Cobe'" She said, extending a gloved hand towards me, palm down. "Pleased to meet you," I grab her hand, and turn it sideways, giving it a manly yet soft shake. Her smile widens at my lack of etiquette in such manners. "'Cobe', then?". "It's short for 'Cobra'" She reaches to her left and grabs the drink that was apparently placed by her side when I was too infatuated with her beauty to notice anything else. She takes a few sips off of her straw and slides it back to her side, sucking in a little air through the corner of her upraised lip, making a clicking noise. I notice her rather long, thin canine teeth as she does this, and immediately break from my stupor. "I'm sorry. My parents always told me not to stare, but..." I place my hand on the side of my head, and rub my forehead with the tips of my fingers, attempting to wipe away the sweat. "That's okay. I get a lot of stares. It comes with the territory." She takes another sip off of her thin straw, leaving a thin coating of dark, green lipstick on the end. I stare at the straw in awe, equating, (in my mind.) her choice of the straw with some proficiency at oral stimulation. "Not now. You just met her. Try to get to know her before you try to jump her." I think to myself, finding another thing to stare at. I gaze up at her eyes, done-up in a dark green eyeshadow that slowly fades to either a very dark red, or a light shade of black, if that's possible. I'm immediately distracted from her lovely eyelids by somewhat of an enigma on this mystery woman known as 'Cobe'. Her eyes, while lovely, are a stark contrast to the rest of her attire, for they are a bright, clear blue. "Odd, aren't they?" She asks, looking down again at her drink, wrapping her lips around the straw once more. "What?" I manage to blurt out. "The eyes. They're so different from the overall theme. Heh, I wanted to get contacts, but so much has changed that I figure something should stay the same." She tells me while once again sliding her drink to the side. "Can I buy you another?" I say, pondering what she means by her statement of "so much has changed.", but before I can raise my hand to call for another one, a man has already walked over to the table, and replaced her drink with another one, complete with a fresh straw. "That's okay," She puts her hand over mine, stopping me. "I have them make these for me. I don't drink." "You..." I hesitate as I look at the man carrying the two empty glasses away from our table. "Oh no, this is just a coke and chocolate. I can't drink alcohol. It tastes funny to me." She tells me, pulling her hair back and securing it with a yellow and green tie. "Ah." I say, looking at the sides of her hair, which upon first sight I had thought had been dyed in some snake-pattern, but upon closer inspection see that the hair is almost too short to be easily dyed in such an ornate pattern. Not thinking clearly at the time, I blurt out "You have some interesting hair.". She finds this amusing, as she lowers her head slightly and runs two fingers through the short sides of her elaborate 'do. "Yeah, It's kind of my style." She blushes, as I notice that her bracelets are rather interesting, consisting of what appears to be a real snake, biting it's own tail to secure itself on her wrists. Highly polished wood, I decide. "So what made you.... Well, 'Cobe'" I ask her flatly. A smile cracks her once silent face as she giggles slightly, again revealing her long canines to me. "Well, I've always been fond of snakes. They're such beautiful animals." She gazes at the ceiling while telling me this, almost dreamily. "They've been kind of like a family to me, ever since I was little." "Oh really. That's interesting. I myself have never been too fond of snakes." I tell her. Her face falls sullen, as it turns to me, almost menacingly before cracking back to it's original state. "Oh really? Why not?" She asks me out of veiled anger or frustration, of which, I'm not sure. "Well, when I was young, a snake bit me on my heel and I had to go to the hospital to treat it." I say while calling for another coke for myself. "Maybe it's not the snakes, but the hospital that bothers me, really." I pour the coke down my throat as she mulls over my statement for a few moments. "Maybe." She says, as I feel her hands reach over to adjust my tie for me. She tightens it up rather much, but I thank her for it. "I don't like to see such a nice man in such an unkempt manner." She tells me. I apologize, and set my drink back on the table. I continue to look this newfound companion over, taking in her entire image. Her once dark- green bodysuit, or dress, (I've never been good at naming women's clothes, but then again, I've never been such a pervert as to learn all of their names.) now shows signs of dark red tinges in it, adding to the snake-ish look of her. I catch a glint of light in the corner of my eye and notice that two long fangs dangle from hooks inserted in her pierced ears. I question her as to the origin of these snake fangs, and she replies that she got them from a man she once knew when she was a little girl. I acknowledge the sentiment, and nothing more, trying not to get too deep into her personal life. "Don't scare her away." I keep telling myself. I notice a slight sigh come out of her mouth as I look around the room, noticing that all of the other patrons had left. "Uh-oh, I think we're the only ones left." I jokingly say. "Don't worry about it 'Cobe', just lock up when you go." Comes a voice from behind the bar. "Kay, Tone. I will. You have a good night." She says to the bartender, either a "Tony" or just a plain "Tone", of which I was unsure as I was new to the area's bar scene. "We're cool, just don't disturb the neighbors." She winks at me, taking a sip of the last of her chocolate coke, killing it off and then chewing on a few pieces of ice. "That's a sign of sexual frustration, you know." I say, teasingly. "Yeah, well I don't have a boyfriend, and masturbating just isn't my thing." She tells me flat-out. "Oh I'm sorry, I was only joking. I didn't mean to offend you." I say, sincerely. "That's okay. I've just been lonely lately. I don't usually go to these bars. I never meet anyone nice." She confesses to me, near crying. I reach over to wipe any tears that may fall from her eye, but am stopped halfway as she pushes my arm to the side. "It's okay, I'm not going to cry. I'm used to it." She says. "Well, we can talk about it, do you want to leave here, maybe go to my place, or....?" I ask her innocently, still remembering my original intent of coming here. "I would really rather go home, but you can come if you like." She tells me, getting up from the table. "Sure, I'll come. Did you drive here, or...?" I say, standing up from the table, noticing at least a three inch difference between myself and her, a nasty side-effect of the beauty of high-heels. She didn't seem to mind though, so I didn't mention anything to her about it. "No, I walked here. I live in the area, so you can leave your car here if you want." She tells me as we walk out towards the doorway. "I can walk. I'm cool with that." I hear the clack of the locked bar door behind us as she begins walking. "Follow me." She says, sauntering in front of me in the same way that first attracted me to her. I watch her walk as she leads me like a dog on a leash back to her house, or apartment, I forgot to ask where she lived, so I had no idea where I was after a few blocks. She reaches up to undo her hair from it's green-and-yellow prison, letting it fall back down to the sides of her head, in a lovely bob-style. I repeatedly notice the cut of her hair, as although I have never been so perverted as to study their clothes, women's hairstyles have always fascinated me. I recognized hers right off the bat because the bob is one of the particularly more sexy styles that I'm fond of. "So where do you live?" I ask innocently, attempting to gauge our distance from the bar. "Not too much farther, K?" she turns around quickly, though still continuing to move forward. I notice her ample breasts jiggle slightly, and wonder if she had been wearing a bra at all the whole night, or had mother-nature simply gifted her with anti-gravity bosoms. None the less, I was still tired from walking, so I began to stare blankly forward. "We're almost there," She tells me, "just a few more blocks." I say a simple "mmhm." To acknowledge her talking to me, but otherwise am mesmerized by the swaying of her hips and buttocks as she walks. There was something strange about the way she walked, like something was up inside her, but one that either caused her no pain, or that she simply wanted everyone to know about. I shake my head from this sight as I see her ass slowly tightening up as she walks, pulling up any slack that her bodysuit had left behind. "Here we are!" She announced, unlocking a large wooden door leading to a rather lush house nestled in some trees in the hills. "Wow! Nice place! You live with someone?" I ask, wondering if she had any other partners of girlfriends in the immediate area. "No, I just have a lot of money, so I tend to splurge on myself. I'm really very lonely in such a big house. I keep telling myself to either get a steady boyfriend or a maid, whichever follows me home one night." She giggles as she looks at me looking around her lavishly decorated household. "Come on, sit down." She pats a cushion of the couch next to her, having already sat down and apparently made herself comfortable. I sit down a cushion away from her, as she leans forward, exposing the back of left arm, revealing two rather large scars coming out of her sleeve. I look away as she removes her earrings, and pops a mint in her mouth. "They're from a little bit of surgery I had to have done when I was little. That's why they don't pop out of the skin, they're just colored marks." She tells me, obviously knowing what I was thinking about. "I didn't mean to look, it just caught my eye. I'm sorry." "That's all right, I tend to leave them in plain view don't I?" She giggles and prepares a chocolate coke from the table-bar that is in front of us. "Would you like one? They're delicious." She tells me. "Well, I wouldn't want a lovely lady like yourself drinking alone, now would I?" I cock a half-smile as she mixes Hershey's syrup into both glasses. I thank her as she hands me one, and places a straw in her own. "May I have a straw?" I inquire. She giggles at my request and says yes. She hands me the dainty straw and sips from her own drink as she watches me wrap my lips around the tiny straw, causing my to draw deeply from the coke, sucking my cheeks in strongly. "Heehee. I like that in a man. You're not afraid to suck on something to get your refreshment." She laughs a little as she tells me this, and finishes her own coke. "Wow." I think, as she sets her glass down, completely empty of not only the coke, but the chocolate syrup, which I myself am having a hard time sucking through such a tiny straw. "You'll get used to it." She says, moving closer to me on the couch. "You want to see my pets?" She asks me, while I continue to struggle with my chocolate-coke. "Sure." I tell her as she rolls her left hand around and flicks out her pointer finger, revealing a small, yellow snake that slides up her finger, coming to rest on the end and flicking it's little tongue at me. "Agh!" I shout in surprise as she puts a hand on my shoulder, somehow holding my normally strong frame down into my seat. "It's all right." She coos softly into my ear. "It can be your friend." She whispers a few words at the snake as it slowly makes it's way off of her slender, gloved finger and over to my shirt. I shudder, but am stopped as she says to remain still, or it may bite me. I obey her, as I continue to watch the long snake curl off of her fingertip and curl around my chest, encircling my arms and preventing me from moving. This snake is a lot bigger that I had previously thought, not only in length, but in general girth, it appears to be at least an inch and a half thick. It ensnares me about three times around, and then proceeds to work it's way between itself, and finally comes to a stop as it rests it's head on my now heaving chest, apparently happy with the grotesque half-windsor knot that it had tried to tie on my person. "See, he likes you." She says, whispering softly into my ear as she slides her rear-end off the couch and comes to rest between my feet. "Now be still, or I'll have him bite you." She giggles, apparently getting a kick out of the obviously scary situation that I'm in. I'm not used to being submissive to a woman, but this time it seemed as though I must obey, or face one of my main fears in life, that is to be killed by a snake. So I loosen my arms from their previously flexed position as the snake tightens itself around my chest, crushing me slightly. "Now we can start." She says, unzipping my pants slowly, revealing the large bulge in my underwear. "Is this such a good idea?" I ask her, worried about the snake. "Didn't you want to talk?" I attempt to get on her good side, assuming that I've ever left it, and get her to release the snake. "Oh I'm sure about this. There's plenty of time for talking afterwards." She opens up the small flap on my underwear, and finding that it's not enough to get my penis out through, she begins ripping at the flap, tearing my underwear up. "This one's a tough little bugger, but I'll get him." She says, referring to my penis in almost a sentient, animal-like way. She finally unleashes my cock from it's tight confinement, and begins slowly kissing the end with her moist, green lips. "Mmm..." She coos, as she begins to rim the head of my now rock-solid cock with her expert mouth. I feel the edges of the head rub against her excessively long canines as she slowly draws the cock down her gullet. I writhe around in half pain/pleasure, watching as the snake eerily stares at me in my throes of passion. "Oh yes." I can here her say around the edges of my cock, now well into her throat. I never found myself to be a Casanova in bed, but I've always prided myself on my rather long penis, exceeding ten inches in length, and almost two inches thick. I feel her powerful throat muscles pulling my cock deeper into her mouth as she takes the entire length of my meat into her warm, soft mouth, passing it over her massaging tongue, and down her throat. Not just a simple deep-throat this, no. But rather a massiv, expertly delivered blow-job, as she begins to move her head up and down, swallowing again and again, simultaneously pulling and pushing on certain parts of my cock, driving me into pleasure that I never had realized before with my usual dates of "Mrs. Michigan", or my old high- school girlfriend. ("Mrs. Michigan" being my right hand, and my old high- school girlfriend being my left hand, most of the time.) I soon began cumming as my cock was still deep into her esophagus. "Shouldn't I pull out?" I ask her, thinking that she'd be disgusted by the large amounts of semen that were clearly blasting down her throat. She shook her head as much as she could from side to side, in a "no" fashion, continuing to suck on my prick until it was limp. After I had gone soft on her, she grabbed my cock by it's base and then pulled it out of her mouth, licking and swallowing whatever remained of the gizm that had spurted out of my tower only seconds ago. She then held on to the tip of my cock-head, pinching tightly. "Ow! That hurts." I confess to her, writhing a little. "It will only hurt for a moment my dear." She tells me before lifting my cock up and sucking both of my testicles into her mouth. I feel her sucking and rolling them around inside her mouth, occasionally opening her mouth slightly more, to accommodate for her fang-like canines. After a few minutes of this ball-bath, I notice her biting off a few snatches of hair from my balls, before returning her mouth to my returned stiffy, sucking on just enough of the head this time to get the semen that erupted seconds later from the cum-derrick that my cock had so recently become. "Oh, 'Cobe', You're great." I tell her, for lack of a better statement. "Thank you my dear." She says, as she whispers a few more words and moans slightly as four more, rather large yellow snakes sprout from an unknown location directly beneath her and proceed to wrap themselves around my wrists and ankles before securing themselves to nearby bolts and such on the ground and walls. "Please, don't hurt me." I blather, as I look around at my currently snake-infested predicament. "Oh I'm not going to hurt you my child." She places a leg around each side of my hips and sits down on top of my cock, letting it push against her bodysuit, jamming itself into the crook of her butt. "Did you like that?" She says to me, gazing deeply, almost hypnotically into my eyes. "Oh yes... it was great." I tell her, glancing first at her, then to the snakes that are binding me, then back to her. "Well then, we may continue, my sweet." She pulls and fixes her hair behind her head again, exposing the alluring snakeskin patterns on the sides of her head. She leans forward and turns her head slightly to the left as she opens her mouth and locks lips with mine. I realize that this beautiful woman has fellated me without even knowing my name, but before I can push away to say it, she has already inserted her tongue deep into the back of my mouth, spanning the entire crevasse with her tongue, stopping me from doing the oral-lambada with her. I feel her tongue moving around slightly, then I feel it block most of the back of my throat, allowing for only enough room for me to breath. "mmph!" I manage to squeeze out before I feel her throat muscles begin to twitch, and her tongue begin to spasm. "mmph!" I say again, intent on asking her if she was all right. Before I can get an "mmph" in edge-wise, she jerks slightly before regurgitating a large wad of what tastes like bile, hair, and some salty, unknown substance into my mouth. "Ggghk!" I get out, gagging on this sickening concoction that she spat into my mouth. She leans back on me, and sits, putting more pressure on the head of my cock, causing me to writhe, and spit up some of the horrible tasting sauce that she's made in me. "Do you like it?" She asks, before spitting the remainder of the solution onto my face. "Ghk! No, I don't. What kind of disgusting bitch are you?" I shout at her. She apparently does not enjoy being called a sickening bitch, because she opens her mouth and grits her teeth tightly, showing the full expanse of her fangs, now glistening white with what I now have discerned to be my own semen. "I'm sorry! Yes, I... I do enjoy it." I blurt out, hoping to quell her rage against me. "So, you like it.... Well, well, well. Little missy likes it." She says, looking satisfied now. She rubs the rest of the soupy mess that she spat onto me over the expanse of my face, much to my dismay. "Missy?," I think. "My name is Jo-" She silences me by leaning forward again and giving me a quick peck on the lips. "Silence." She says, holding her slender finger up to her now clean mouth. "Your name is Missy until I give you a better one. Is that understood?" She says, watching me inch around and look uneasily at my snake captors. "Yes." I tell her, only to be smacked across the face suddenly. "Ow! You-" Again she cuts me off, silencing me this time by holding my lips shut. "You will address me as Mistress Corinne." Is this understood? "Mistress Co-, But what about 'Cobe'?" I ask of her, only to receive another healthy smack across the face, this time in the opposite direction. "Mistress..." she puts a finger under my chin, and pushes my face up to hers. "Corinne." She commands, glaring her fangs at me. "Yes Mistress Corinne" I say, beginning to cry from the hard slaps that I received. "Aw, does Missy not like getting smacked?" She fakes concern, "well, we'll just let Missy stew in her situation, maybe then she will learn." 'Cobe', er... Mistress Corinne says, getting up and leaving the room. I begin to cry from pain, and whimper at the snakes that are holding me down. Eventually I begin to call for Mistress Corinne, shouting for her every once in a while, hoping that the snakes around me don't see this as a threat to them. "Mistress Corinne!" I shout, noticing my voice's higher pitch. "Must be from the crying." I tell myself. After a few minutes I hear "Are we ready to continue?" as she saunters in and questions me, putting her hands on her hips and leaning forward, exposing her large amount of cleavage to me. "Actually I was wondering if-" She cuts me off again, this time by placing a hand on the side of my cheek, and stroking it slightly. I'm fairly surprised at this action, and so I begin to rather enjoy her smooth, gloved hand against my face. I notice a rather smooth contour to my face now, which I assume is due to the new shaving cream that I had been using. "I think Missy is ready to continue." She tells me, strutting over to my leg area again. She adjusts herself between my legs again, and hitches my hips forward, exposing not only my balls and cock, but now my brown-eye also. "No, please no I-" She puts a finger to her mouth and I fall silent suddenly, surprised at how much I had learned to listen to her. "Hm. An anal virgin? My-my, you are quite the rarity. Well, we'll fix that right up for you. "Please, Mistress Corinne! I don't want to-" I tell her before she clamps my lips down tightly between her fingers again. "What you want is no longer a part of this discussion." She tells me, as I gaze at her face, examining her neck, which I now notice has a rather wide ridge that appears to come from the edge of her head, and down her neck, curving slightly forward before tapering back into her neck before disappearing. I find this odd, having never noticed it before, but now can see why someone may call her 'Cobe', because if it were any larger, it may resemble a cobra snake's hood. I decided to ignore it, as there were much more pressing matters that had come to hand, such as my freedom, or lack thereof. "Now we shall begin the final steps of our acts." She says, as she whispers a word and widens her stance slightly. To my amazement, her bodysuit busts into a million little pieces that immediately scatter to the dark edges of the room. Thousands of little snakes, apparently. I had been nearly appalled by this, and almost began throwing up, but decided against doing it, for fear of being reprimanded by my Mistress. "Do not be afraid, my dear, we are almost done." She tells me, as she spreads her legs wider and relaxes, allowing for a large object to uncurl itself from between her legs. "Oh my god!" I say as I look closely at the full enormity of this object, a full twelve inches and backed up by what appear to be two huge testicles. "Oh please no! I thought you were a chick, I didn't think that you were one of those freaks! I'm sorry, I, I thought you were a-" she cuts me off with a motion of her finger again, as she whispers another word, and the snake that is binding my chest begins loosening, and working it's way up to my mouth. "Kiss it. It likes you." She tells me. I fearfully obey, puckering my lips and placing them on the nose of the snake. I kiss it, and to my surprise find that they are not slimy, as children and friends had always told me. Perhaps my fear was mislead. But that was not the problem now. The problem was my imprisonment. "Oh it really likes you. It wants to kiss you back. Will you let it?" The now naked 'Cobe' stands before me, her cock, larger than mine, lay in full view. It glistened in the low light, and I thought that I could make out the outlines of parts of tattoos covering it's entire length. And possibly her testicles too. "Y... yes Mistress Corinne." I stammer again, now worried about the increasing changes in my voice. The snake that I had just kissed now slinks forward and approaches my mouth. I pucker up for this miniature lover, thinking that it is only going to flick it's little tongue at me. "Ooh, I think he likes you a lot. He's taking his time with you this time." Mistress Corinne says, reaching down to touch her cock. I look down at her, or his, I don't know what freaks like this like to be called, cock, and shudder slightly as I see it begin to harden slightly. "Oh no. I'm turning it on." I think, worried what my newfound mistress may be intending to do with her power-rod. Before I can add any more thoughts or comments, Mistress Corinne whispers a few more words, and the snake that is to "kiss me" suddenly lunges at my face. "Gah!" I manage to shout before the snake dives into my mouth, and begins to wiggle itself down my throat. "I'm...chok...ch...choking!" I gag out from around the snake, watching helplessly as my tormentor only laughs and becomes harder from my pain. "You won't choke my darling. It likes you too much to kill you." She tells me, giggling a little. "Ghhk...gh.." I try to say something, anything to make her stop this thing. "In fact, I think it wants to give you a present. Will you let it?" She asks me, nodding a "yes" with her head, instructing me on the correct response to give. "nnn....nnnhnnn...." I manage to work out from around the huge snake that is now well over halfway to my stomach. "Good. It's almost ready to give it to you, just let him do his work." Mistress Corinne tells me, as I feel the snake tense-up slightly. I begin to choke a little around the now harder-than-before snake, but am relieved when it begins to work itself backwards, and out of my throat. I gasp for air as I stare at it wiggling around just below my nose, but before I can get any air in, the snake rams itself deeper into my throat, back and forth, in and out, pulsing and swelling as it goes. "mmmf!" I get out at the first pump. "nnngh!" I manage to writhe out as the snake pumps me a second, then a third time. "Aaaaannngh!" I shriek as my mistress laughs at my predicament, watching as the snake skull-fucks me, in and out, in and out, over and over again, each time deeper, each time harder, until I think I may die from this thing beating my head to death. Just before I think I'm going to conk-out, I hear my mistress say something. "Now, my pet." She says to the snake, as it pulls out of my throat and begins jerking slightly, before regurgitating a large amount of the concoction that I had been subjected to before. Only this time, it had a tangy taste to it. It also lacked the hair. So in general, I assumed it to be a completely different substance after a few seconds. "Do you like it's present?" She coos softly to me, watching me squirm. "mm..." I push out of my mouth, before remembering that there's still a large snake inside it. I start to swallow it's "present" and ingest all of the sickeningly thick substance. I wonder if I could have just ingested it's venom, but I remember that the venom is just a clear liquid, and begin wiggling my tongue around to get all of the gross-tasting substance out of my mouth. "Ooh, good girl Missy. Good girl." Mistress baby-talks me into a pseudo-calm state as the snake retracts from my mouth. "Hmn.." I say, suddenly unaccustomed to having the freedom of moving my mouth. "Oh, does Missy like my pets? Does she?" She pinches a cheek and wiggles it from side to side, causing me to cry a little. "Yes." I get out between tears, surprised at my weakened state. "Good. Soon we can begin the last part of our acts." She tells me as she sits down in front of my ensnared body, now being subjected to whatever she wants. A small giggle comes from her as she reaches to her crotch and wraps a hand around her tattooed-cock. She begins pumping the end of it slightly, and I watch in awe as it rises up from it's near-the-ground position. I look closely at it's meaty stem, and notice that the entire cock is apparently tattooed to look like a snake. She giggles as she notices my own cock involuntarily rising. "unnn...." I groan out, noticing that one of my high-school problems had returned to me. I never thought I was gay but for some reason whenever I saw a cock being teased to erection, I slowly got hard with it. I never thought I'd have to run into this problem again. "Missy likes my cock, doesn't she?" Mistress asks of me, as I slowly begin to nod an involuntary "yes." She giggles a little bit more, as her cock-head rises up, almost into my view. She covers the head with her opposite hand, saying "not yet, my pet. I will soon show you to my new friend." "ha! Friend, she says!" I think, while still staring at her genitals. I notice her huge testicles, they seem to be pulsating with her ministrations. I stare at them, noticing that they are rather shriveled, and red. An odd combination I decide, but for someone who is as obsessed with snakes as this fag was, it seemed perfectly normal. "Does Missy enjoy what she sees?" Mistress inquires of me. I coo a soft "yes", against my will. "Well here we are then, my pet." She takes a hand off of the cock-head of mystery to reveal a large snake's head. I gasp in shock at this disgusting body-modification, but cannot find the will inside me to say or do anything about it. "And now, the final act." She says quietly, moving between my legs. I can no-longer resist her intentions for some reason, and find myself simply staring at her face as she wraps a hand around each of my hips. "Ooh wait, we've forgotten, my pet. Our Missy is an anal virgin. We wouldn't want to hurt her now would we?" Mistress says, letting go of my hips and kneeling down, putting her head close to my crotch. "Hm... this should help." She says, slipping two fingers into her mouth, sucking on them slightly. I watch in half horror/half wonder, as she begins to jerk slightly, before noticeably regurgitating a thick, phlegm-like yellow substance onto her fingers. She pulls them out and shows them to me before lifting my genitals with her other hand, and then placing a wet finger against my tender brown-eye. She slides a finger into the hole, delighting at my resistance to her intrusions. She slides her fingers in, two at a time this time, coating the ring with the thick, cool substance. "Ooh, no, please, I-" I manage to get the will to resist this one last time, before she silences me and stands up, licking the rest of the phlegm-like material off of her fingers, now coated not only in her own regurgitation, but also my own fecal matter. "Mmmmmm......" she coos softly as she puts her hands back onto my hips, bucking them up slightly before placing a hand back on her most likely self-deformed cock, guiding it against my wet hole. I groan slightly as she pushes on my hips, slowly inserting the odd, snakelike head of her huge cock into my virgin ass. I coo softly as she pushes the thing in it's entirety into me, I cannot resist her will, nor do I want to for some reason. I think she must have drugged me or something, because now all that I felt was warmth and her huge cock pulsing inside me. She continues to push and pull, driving her cock deeper and deeper each time into me. "Ooooooh yes Mistress! Yes!" I shout out, not caring about the snakes that still bound me to the couch. For some reason I no longer felt myself, no longer felt male. I only could feel the warmth of her hard cock deep in my ass. Already I could feel the head of it penetrating deeper into me, it's snakelike agility propelling it past my rectum and curling into my intestines by what must have been a good three inches. I felt her laughing as she watches me writhe in pleasure to what would have most likely killed a normal person. I felt her stiffy growing inside me, lengthening, stiffening-up, reaching deeper and deeper into me. "Does Missy enjoy her new pussy?" Mistress Corinne says, as I coo a soft, girlish "yes". She tells me that this is good, and whispers a few more words, as I feel her cock beginning to thicken, tearing at my ass like some kind of balloon. "Ahn! Mistress! Mistress you're hurting Missy!!" I shout out, feeling the increasing size tearing at my o-ring. "No honey, no. I'm not hurting you, I'm loving you." She tells me, as I feel her cock drawing out of my ass. "Oh thank you Mistress! Thank you! I thought you were going to hurt me more." I tell her, speaking in a very feminine tone, not coinciding with my male body. "Oh we're not done, my dear. There is one last thing." She says as she puts her cock against my hole again, it's "nose" pushing into me slightly. This suddenly sends waves of pain through me, breaking whatever hold her will, or drugs had on me previously. "No! I don't want to! Stop it!" I yell at her, but she only pushes the cock inside, saying: "You already gave your consent when you accepted the present from my snake. It is impossible to go back now, you would die from the changes that have already occurred in your body." "What?" "You see, I was not always like this." She tells me, pushing her cock slowly deeper. "I was a genetic experiment. I was a military child, the son of a high-ranking officer in the army. When I was 11, they decided to take me away from my family, and 'train' me. They taught me everything I know, and then begin the genetic-engineering and chemical therapy that was to mix my body with the traits of a snake." She confesses, as I try to contract my ass around her love-rod to cause it enough pain to get it out of me. I look back up at her face and notice that the ridges on her neck have now grown out to at least a half-a-foot from her neck, with large, dark red panels lining the insides, horizontally. I notice that her skin has become less of a pale-white, and more of a light green as she speaks. I am captivated by not only the pain in my ass, but by what she is saying. "...but someone gave me the wrong genes. They implanted several snake genes and traits into me, but they were that of a female snake. I had to undergo hormone treatment and several operations to change my young, teenage boy body into that of a girl's. It was horrible. But the genes eventually took hold, and gave me these abilities. I left the military after they declared me useless, and this is where I have lived ever since, on the money that they give me to keep quiet. But now, I have told you, so you must not ever leave my side." She says, pushing her cock in most of the way again. "But I can't.... I have a life, family and friends will worry about me." I tell her, as I jerk suddenly from an intense pain in my ass. I feel a piercing pain inside of me, as I notice that she has commanded the snakes on my arms and legs to leave. "You cannot leave me and you know it. Your body would die. This is how I reproduce. You consented to be my offspring when you swallowed the toxin that the original snake spit into your mouth. Soon you will be almost completely female." She says as I watch her huge testicles pulsate rapidly, spitting some kind of poison into my bloodstream through the walls of my rectum. "No....so many friends....." I slur, as I begin to cry. "You can see them again. You will want to soon enough. But you will never be who you were before. I have already injected the final toxin into your body that will act as the genetic catalyst. Soon, you will wake up a new man. Or rather, a new woman. And you will live with me, as my vipress." She says as I drift off into unconsciousness. The last thing I feel is her snake-cock pulling out of me. Phase II - The acceptance. "Wake up. Wake up Missy." I lift my head off of my chest, and find that my entire body hurts. I can see and hear fine, but the rest of my self seems to be drugged, or restrained. "Where am I?" I ask. "Silly. You're home. It's me, 'Cobe'. You've been out for almost a week." She tells me, sitting down in front of me. "A week??," I shout in surprise, not noticing the pitch of my voice. "My job! I'll be fired!" "It's okay, honey. You called and said that you quit a few days ago." She eases my worries with her hand, now glove-less, against my cheek. "My family, they'll be worried about me. I have to call them." I try to get up, but find myself unable to move. "I already called them. I told them you're with me. They say it's fine." She pauses before continuing. "You're heavily drugged. I have to keep you that way until you are complete. That is why I woke you. I have to see how your hood is developing." "M...my h-hood?" I stutter, now noticing how high-pitched and female my voice sounds. "Yes, you are my vipress now. Your old life is gone. You will turn to me for all that you need from now on." She tells me, placing a hand on my leg. "Now to see your hood, I must arouse you. Please be quiet while I work." She kneels down in front of me, and begins to coerce my hips forward with her hands, she adjusts her head between my ass-cheeks and slips her tongue out of her mouth, running it quickly over my ass-hole. "ngh!" I shriek at her actions, having heightened feeling in the area suddenly. "Be quiet. You must learn to control your urges." She tells me, patting the side of my leg gently. She continues to slide her tongue forward, pushing it past my now loose o-ring, and into my rectum. She probes around for a bit before finding just the right spot to lick. "Here we are." She runs her tongue over the spot, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure through my lower body, rocketing from my ass up to my balls, which I cannot see, but can feel them beginning to pulsate rapidly, pumping cum into my cock. I feel my cock harden, and yearn to reach for it, but my arms refuse to obey. I get an odd, tingling sensation in my neck and head, as I see a large wad of yellowish spunk fly up into the air before me. 'Cobe' pulls her tongue out of my ass, instantly ending my orgasm, dropping my cock back to it's limp state. She cups her left hand and catches the wad, holding it up to my lips. I lean my neck forward and sip from the thick liquid, gulping it down eagerly. I try to turn my head to the left to wipe my chin, but I find that my neck now is tense, and refuses to turn. "Here." 'Cobe' leans forward and wipes my chin off, wiping her own hand on a towel. "Your hood is now fully complete. Here:" She holds up a mirror and shows me a grotesque picture of a beautiful young girl, with a grotesque cobra-style hood spawning from her lower neck and curving out a few inches from her head, before turning up on her skull and disappearing at the dome of her skull. I wink, and the girl in the mirror does too. It takes me a few seconds before I realize just what I had become. "I'm a fag... I fag-freak.... Oh my god...." I slowly utter in disbelief, as the girl in the mirror does the same. Except when I say "fag", the snake-hood recedes back into my head, without a trace. "You will only become snake-like when you are aroused. That is why, for a while at least, you are forbidden to leave the house." She finishes as my hair falls back down into place, a stunning head of bright red tresses replaces my formerly short black hair. "Leave the house? I don't ever want to leave the room! I'm a disgusting freak! I just want to die!" I tell her, beginning to cry. "I once felt that way," she puts a hand on my shoulder. "but I soon came to accept my fate. You were selected as I was. And you will soon behave as I do. You will come to enjoy it." "No.... I don't.... oh god.... No....." I stammer, wishing that I hadn't ever seen the lovely Corinne. "Come to your senses. You're stuck this way, so you may as well learn to like it." She grabs both of my shoulders and shakes me slightly, forcing me to look at her. "You're a beautiful woman now. There is nothing to be ashamed of." She keeps telling me, despite my disbelief. "But I'm not a woman.... My name is.... Is, my-" I burst into tears at not being able to remember my own name. "Nonsense. You're a beautiful woman whose name is Addara." She wipes the tears from my eyes, and lifts my chin to look at me. "Now I'll let you move around, if you promise not to run." She waits for me to nod a "yes" before injecting a white substance into the corner of my leg. "There, now stand up." I stand up shakily, and as soon as I get a good footing on the ground, I begin to run. I don't get more than two steps before I fall flat on my face. "I told you not to try and run, Addara. Now you'll have to be punished." She says, picking me up effortlessly, and carrying me off down a hallway. "You fell and got dirty, didn't you Addara? Well, we'll have to wash you up now." She sets me down on the toilet, or bidet, whichever, and locks the door behind us. "A nice hot bath will do you good." She turns a few knobs and I hear water splash into the bottom of the deep, well-like tub. I glance around and see that everything is a pink tone, or otherwise very feminine- looking. Not thinking, I catch a glimpse of myself in a full-length mirror in front of me. I almost throw up from the sight of myself, now a grade-A faggot. I lift my arm to touch my face, a soft, hairless surface. I soon notice that there is no hair anywhere on my body, except for a small patch above my genitals. I looks at my crotch, and see no cock or balls, even though I felt them there not ten minutes ago. I reach down to touch there, just as I get a tingling sensation in my groin. I watch in half horror/half wonder as my cock uncurls itself from somewhere underneath me. I look at it, as the testes, larger than my original ones flop down from under the cock. They're a shade of bright red, almost matching my hair, and they pulsate slightly, as though they were breathing. I then finally look at my cock, only to find some type of snake-like creature where my cock was. I shriek slightly, and try to twitch it up and down, as I had been accustomed to doing whenever I watched an adult movie. Its only response to my controlling attempts at it was to lift up slightly, and then wiggle from side to side, like a snake would. "It will take a bit of getting used to. The alterations redirect the muscles, so you'll have to re-learn how to move it. But once you do, you'll enjoy a larger range of movement." She tells me. I return to my experimentation with my new form, and slide an arm up my torso, coming to the large globules of flesh that I hadn't bothered to notice beforehand. I touch a nipple and feel coarse waves of pain shooting through my upper body. "Anh!" I moan, as I cup my hands over my nipples to shield them. "They'll be pretty sensitive for a while, I'm afraid, but you'll get used to that feeling as 'pleasure', instead of the 'pain' that you're used to associating it with." She motions for me to enter the tub, and I stand up, almost losing my balance from the weighty bosoms that now adorn my small ribcage. I walk over to the tub, and sit down, being careful not to burn my genitals on the water. I lower myself all the way down, allowing the water to hit my long locks, and then lean back, leaving only my head out of the water. For the first time in over a week, I feel relaxed. The warmth spreads all over me as 'Cobe' begins to speak. "You don't need to scrub anything, this isn't water, it's an acidic chemical. It will strip off any dead skin, dirt, makeup, or any other foreign substance that my be on you. When you exit, you will feel refreshed. I will leave you alone now to soak for a while. When I come back, we will begin your feminization." She gets up from what I now realize is a bidet, and leaves the room. I am now left alone to ponder whatever my mind comes across. "Addara" I whisper. I mull over my new name for quite some time. "Must be a humanesque version of "Adder"." I decide, happy with my deductive abilities. "So, I'm a faggot now." I say, suddenly. "no. I'm not a faggot. I'm a female." I say to myself, suddenly upset with having referred to myself as a fag. "A female with a snake for a cock." I console myself. Upon thinking of this new addition to my sexual repertoire, I find that my hand is drifting down towards it. I grab it tightly in my left hand, and then fool with the head of it in my right. I discover that the head actually opens, (with some force) to reveal a small set of fangs, and basically, a fully-functioning snake's head. Bemused, I remember 'Cobe''s fangs, and reach a slender hand towards my mouth to find that my teeth aren't any longer than when I was... when I was, well my name isn't important, it's my new name that is. "Addara" comes from outside the door. I stand up. "yes?" I question the voice, not thinking that it can only be Corinne. "Open the door, my hands are full." Comes her voice, as I stand up from the bath, noticing that no liquid follows me up, but simply drains off of me instantly. "Must be the chemicals" I tell myself. While walking to the door, I realize that my old self is now gone forever, and that I may as well get used to the new life before me. I open the door, and 'Cobe' comes in, and drops a huge pile of stuff on the floor, and locks the door behind her. "We've got a lot of work to do. Sit on the bidet." She commands me. "Yes Mistress." I reply instinctively at her commanding tone. I sit on the bidet, and stare forward at my image in the mirror. "I am beautiful" I say to myself, as Mistress places a chair in front of me and begins combing out my hair. I drift off into miscellaneous thought as she begins to snip bits of my red locks off here and there. About an hour later, she removes a few curlers from my head and lets my hair fall down, a nice pageboy look, I find out. I bring my hands up to my head to examine my hair, and notice that the same snake-style pattern has been put on the sides of my head also. I begin to wonder if this is a voluntary thing, or if the hair just doesn't grow long there. I let the hair fall back down, covering my head beautifully. "Since the most popular adder is the black-adder, as British television proves," mistress giggles at her pun, "you will wear only black and dark red. Is this understood?" "Yes Mistress Corinne." I tell her, still infatuated with my new hairdo. She then kneels down and injects my lower jaw with another thick, white liquid. I stare into the mirror as my vision clouds temporarily, and then clears to show me in the mirror, same as before. Only something is different. My eyes now have no pigmentation in them, and my pupils have been covered by a thin, translucent membrane, giving my eyes a totally white look. "You're making me a Goth, aren't you?" I ask her, as she prepares a tube of black lipstick. "Well, we can't have two women of the same style in one household, now can we? I covered the trendy look, so you will be gothic." She then hands me the lipstick tube, and instructs me in detail on how to apply it. I mess up a few times, but on stern correction from my mistress, finally get it right. "There." I say, after finishing my makeup. "Very good. Now the clothes. Luckily, none of them go over your head, so you won't have to mess up anything." She hands me a wad of clothes, and I begin to put them on. "First the bra." She tells me, pulling out the sheer & lace black brassiere. I reach over with my black-tipped fingers and daintily snatch it from her hand, flipping it over a few times to figure out which end if the front. I mimic her actions as she demonstrates how to put it on, leaning forward and showing me how to adjust my breasts into the cups, and then fix it in the back. "Perfect fit." I tell her, standing up and shaking my chest from side to side, watching as my breasts remain mostly where they were when I put them in their lovely little prison. I notice that the wires inside the cups of the bra grab my tits and push them up slightly, giving a very sexy look to the bust. "Now the tuck." She says, grabbing for my snake-cock. "This is one of the most important parts for you to master. You MUST make it look as though you have nothing down there. No bulges, no nothing." She finishes, grabbing my 'penis' and wrenching it back rather harshly between my ass-cheeks. She pushes the testicle-like sacs up into the hole from which they would have dropped at birth, had I been born this way, and secures them there by folding my cock over the hole. "Ahn! It hurts...." I whisper to her, half-enjoying the pain that comes from this mild form of genital torture. "It will only hurt for a little while. Soon you will grow to enjoy the sensation." She puts a flat black panel of cloth over the package, and tells me to squeeze my legs together. I follow my mistress' orders, and clamp my legs down around the cloth. I notice that my legs now come together, instead of just moving around the sides of my testes. "Now, bend down without moving your legs, and pull these up, holding the cloth there still." I struggle for a few moments with the panties, but finally manage to pull them up around my small "vagina". "Another perfect fit!" I say to her, enthused at how well I am learning. "Good. Now pull the hose up, and secure them to this." She holds out a small, four-clipped garment with a latch in the center. "How do I...?" She scoffs at my slowness with such things, and wraps the garment around my waist, just above my hips, and secures four hook- and- loop straps off of the ends. "Now pull the hose up!" She shouts. "Yes Mistress Corinne." I reply, automatically switching into submissive mode whenever she shouts. I pull the hose up slowly, and attach the black, lacy tops to the hooks, pulling the hose up slightly as the four points. I wiggle my legs back and forth, resting my feet on their balls, checking to see if they move comfortably. Mistress and I nod in unison at my first attempt to put the stockings on going so well. "Now, the dress. Here." She hands me a dark red, crushed-velvet dress, and shows me how to unzip it. I step into the dress, being oddly fond of how well it hugs my figure, and ask 'Cobe' to zip me up. She does, and I take a few steps forward to grab my shoes. I've never been fond of wedge heels, but then again, I've never been fond of Goths, or being a woman. I slip my feet into the shoes, making sure to show off the dark- red toe nails, matching my black fingernails when not in the light. I spin around and show my finished product to my mistress. She nods in approval, and hands me a small bag. "What's th-" She cuts me off with her finger as she pulls her gloves over her hands, and summons the thousands of tiny snakes that make her clothes. "We're going out tonight, and I want you to look like a full female. A purse will help you walk with your insecurities." She says, walking out of the bathroom. "But I'm not ready! I don't want to be seen! Someone will recognize me...." I blather as I hear the door close behind her. I begin to walk quickly to catch up to her, as she steps out to what is apparently her car. "Get in." She motions for me to get into the passenger side. "I thought you didn't drive." "Just because I don't drive once, does that mean that I don't drive ever?" She inquires, raising an eyebrow at me. "I'm sorry mistress I didn't think...." I shudder from her hand as she begins to giggle. "Enough of that. I don't want anyone thinking I'm your mom or anything." She laughs as we pull out of the driveway. "Night already?" I ask. "Well, it took us about 7 hours to complete your ensemble Addara. Soon you'll settle on one look and then you'll learn to use the genes like I do, and you'll be able to get dressed instantly. Don't worry about it." She puts a hand on my leg, and gently pats it to calm me down. I notice that for some reason I am always very calm when she touches me, except of course for when she hits me, but that's obvious. We stop in front of a gray building and step out of the low-seated car. I look around to see if I recognize any of my surroundings, wondering if there was any route of escape that may be available to a young girl who can't run. To half of my persona's dismay, (and half delight), I find none. I turn to look at 'Cobe', (as I am to call her when we are outside of her, excuse me, "our" house) and see her narrowing her eyes at me. "I must have been too obvious with my observations." I tell myself as she closes the car door and walks over to me. "Recognize it?" She asks with a grin. I submissively reply with a soft "no 'Cobe', where are we?" "Tone's, silly. He redid the place recently." She tells me, placing a hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently, almost consoling me for having lost my previous life. "Well, let's go in." I say, noticing my hood flaring out slightly when she rubs my shoulder. We walk into the bar, now totally redone into some kind of rave-type dance club. "What happened Tone?" I ask, slamming my hand against my mouth as I realzie that I'm not supposed to know who this is. "Huh?" Comes from behind the bar, as "Tone" turns around to look at us. "I said, what happened, Tone?" Comes from behind me, as 'Cobe' walks up and puts a hand on my shoulder again. "Oh no." I think as I feel my hood beginning to pulse at the sides of my head. "Well, over the past year, I've been saving up to make a larger bar out of it, but once I noticed that less and less people like me were coming in, and more and more people, well, like you were, I decided to change it into a club instead. I just took over the top two floors, and viola!, there it was." Tone says rubbing a glass, bartender style. "So what can I get you and your lovely friend here, 'Cobe? Whiskey sour?" He chuckles, as he hands us two chocolate cokes. "I didn't know what your friend would want, so I just made her what you take." He says, sliding the glasses over to us. "Thank you." Comes from both of us as Tone turns back to his glasses. "Well, he certainly didn't recognize you, Addara." Cobe says, nudging me in the side. "I guess not," I trail off as I take a sip of my coke. "mmph..." I groan as I can't get anything up through the straw. "Tone, she can't drink this, man. Get 'er a glass of ice, would ya?" Cobe asks. "Thank you Mis- Cobe..." I say to her, shyly. My glass of ice comes all to appropriately as soon as some sex-related song starts coming out over the speakers. "You wanna go mingle with me?" Cobe says to me, as she wipes her lips of anything that may have gotten on them. "No, that's okay. If you don't mind, Cobe, I think I'd like to sit here for a while..." I tell her as she replies with a simple "fine.", before entering the crowd of people dancing to the odd music. I notice as I chew on a piece of ice, that the crowd does not split apart to let 'Cobe' through, they practically smash her as she fights her way to the other end. I finish my glass of ice and notice that she has trotted upstairs with some miscellaneous guy, probably to introduce him to her pets. I continue to look around, but find nothing to do besides sit,and eat more ice. Twenty minutes later, my lips are numb, and I've taken up several offers for drinks, each time trying to suck the chocolate/coke concoction through the swizzle-stick straw. I see Cobe coming down the stairs, and pointing out her "goth-beauty" as I can read from her lips to the same guy that she had originally walked up the stairs with. He walks over to me, and introduces himself as "Jeff" he asks me a few questions, of which I reply with stereotypical girlish things, and then he asks if I'd like to go somewhere and talk. "My house, perhaps?" He asks as he lifts my hand and kisses the back. I look around for Cobe, but I see her out the front window, getting into her car. "Actually," I brace myself. "I don't live too far from here, if you want, we could go to my house and....talk."