Slaves to the Serpent Goddess

A Smuthunter Story

“I wonder if we could use this in the bedroom,” Sabrina smiled over at her husband Eric as they unhooked themselves from their climbing harnesses, and rolled her soft brown eyes at him.

“You say that every time lover, and…”

“If you wanted to tie me up in bed, you would have done that already.” He laughed as he turned on his large flashlight and shined it down the curving passage in front of them. He was athletic, broad shouldered, tall, tanned, and smart, he had to be to keep up with her.

HIs wife was of Mediterranean descent, and while he was a smart and capable man, she was the Egyptologist of the two. She’d taught him how to read hieroglyphics, made him memorize the different dynasties, and he loved the fact she didn’t really shave her body hair unless she absolutely had to.

Yes, Sabrina was fit, and feminine, and strikingly attractive, but it was the one little detail that had brought them together, and kept them that way.

Eric had been at a party with her, and he’d been… well, they’d both had just a few too many drinks, and their flirting turned into him saying he loved her bushy pits, and she’d pulled him into a side room at the party and made him rub his face in them… and they’d been together ever since.

“And you really have no idea whose pyramid this is?”

Sabrina smiled at him as she adjusted her own flashlight. They were some of the first people to be in this place in thousands of years. “We don’t know for sure if it’s actual a buried pyramid, or just a tomb, but no honey, no one does. But we’re going to have the chance to find out.”

She walked towards the curving passage and he followed after her. “It’s amazing to think a whole pyramid could have been swallowed up by the desert, and it’s even more amazing that we get to do this.”

Eric laughed, “Yeah, you get any more details on why it’s us, and not…”

She laughed, “More experienced people? Or local experts? Apparently, after the discovery, the survey teams, and the seismologists, someone somewhere wanted to cover this up. I think there was concern about new artifacts getting lost or pillaged. Or, you know, the Mummy’s Curse.”

They came into a large round room with open and empty sarcophagi.

Sabrina walked over to the far wall and started to brush gently at parts of it, ““Good old Mummy’s Curse,” she muttered under her breath, “ clearly a real thing based on all those treasures in the British Museum.”

Eric flashed his light, and his head lamp, “Would you look at that.”

“I know, that’s what I’m trying to do, come over here and help me dust.”

They had bags of rope, provisions, and gear, including dusting brushes, and they gently cleared away dust and sand that obscured a large muriel of some kind on the wall.

“If this has been untouched for so long…” Eric stopped halfway through his thought.

“It’s buried, it’s not even guaranteed to be in one piece, and this… what kind of metal is this?”

They stepped back and got a better look at the wall.

There was a snake woman, some kind of ruling figure or lost goddess standing above kneeling male worshipers. They were painted and engraved into the stone, but she was made of some kind of flattered metal, with gems encrusted in her eyes, and adorning her body where jewelry would be, all except for a red jewel painted on the metal at her neck.

“And that’s a big spiral.” Eric said it in the same way people in the movies said, that just happened.

“It is, I’ve never seen it before in any art from any age from this culture, not like that at least. And this snake woman… she could be so many things, but she’s not an established figure in myth or history.”

“It almost looks like she’s hypnotized everyone.” Eric said the words with wonder, understanding that hypnosis having associations with snakes and spirals was an anachronism.

“Spirals exist in all human cultures, in all our arts, and hypnosis…”

He nodded, “I know, I know, but…”

As Sabrina dusted at the image more, there was a rumble, then a shake, and metals bars fell from the ceiling, first separating them from the way they game in, then cutting the remainder of the room in half, the sets of bars making a “T” with Eric stuck on one side, and Sabrina stuck on the other, each with one passage way out of the room.

Eric laughed as he tried to lift the bars back up, “Is this an actual boobytrap?”

Sabrina came over and tried to help, but they couldn’t get any purchase. “Yeah, looks like we set off an actual trap. The initial team went deeper in, they may have left tools down one of these passages, anything that we could use to dig out the rock under the bars and make a lever or…”

Eric shook his head, “Do you think we should split up? We have radios, cell phones, satellite phones…”

“I know,” there was a glint in Sabrina’s eye, something he had never seen before, “and we can stay in touch with each other as we look. You can stay here if you want to, I’m going to go look for a way out.”

The glint in her eye was more than enthusiasm, there was something fanatical there, something irrational.

He called out after her, and her voice echoed back out, “I’ll be fine.”

“No we won’t,” he said the words to himself as he thought about the actual ancient trap that had triggered.

And worse, there was no reception for his phone, and she, as it turned out, had the satellite phone… but he didn’t know if that would penetrate up and out of the pyramid.

Well, if he wanted to go after her, he had to find a way out, so down he went.

Erica walked, and walked more, following a single, spiraling passage down, and as he walked, flashing his light on the floor and the walls, he started to see patterns in the designs, scales on the walls and the ceiling, stretches of worked stone patterned like a serpent, pieces of art depicting the eyes of a serpent with a spiral twisting in them.

He became fascinated by the designs, and by the twisting and turning patterns in the walls, the ceiling, and the floor, his lights catching inlays of metals and jewels, precious and common, and he found himself at the end of the long, downward spiral, standing in an empty chamber, deep enough underground where he felt the weight of the earth above him.

But, as he scanned the room with his high powered flashlight, he saw something in the far wall that he swore wasn’t there before; a deep, wide, tall alcove with a statue in it, and a sarcophagus at its feet…

Not feet… surrounded by its tail.

The snake goddess from the wall, but in statue form.

If any room in this tomb was trapped, it had to be this one… or did it? Maybe bars were to trap people inside, make them starve to death, die of thirst, who knows… he didn’t.

Carefully, with light and nimble steps, he walked over to the statue and looked up at it more closely. It was human sized, or close enough to it, and it looked just like the painting, but with the red jewel, or splotch, whatever it was, missing.

Well, not missing maybe, because a ref jewel was in the open sarcophagus, sitting on the chest of a mummy. Usually, taking something made traps go off, he’d played enough video games to know that, so maybe putting the jewel back in its place, on the buxom snake goddess with the spiral eyes, and the spiraling metal bra that adorned it… the statue was adorned with thin metal everywhere the painting had been.

He felt foolish, both for his line of thinking, and for the fear he was feeling as he reached towards the mummy.

If it came to life and grabbed him as he reached for the jewel, it would have been less surprising than if it hadn’t

But, nothing happened, nothing past him picking the jewel up and holding it. As he held it in his hand and looked at it more closely. As he did, his head lamp shone down on it, and the ruby caught the light, holding it, and pulsing in his hand. Shades of red that did not exist in nature, shades of red that had no name glowed and sparkled from within, radiating out, getting brighter and stronger the longer his light cast down on it, and the whole of the chamber was illuminated for a moment in rose tinted light.

He didn’t have a chance to look around though, his hand was moving the gem up into the statue, back where it belonged.

He wasn’t really thinking about it, it was just a feeling, seeing something out of place that needed to be corrected. It was a compulsion to nudge something back into place, back into balance, and the gem slid into place perfectly.

Then, something did happen.

The statue melted, running down into the sarcophagus like red hued liquid metal, absorbed by the mummy’s wrappings, and as he watch dit happening, he saw that the gauze wrapped around the entombed corpse wasn’t what it looked like. As it absorbed the red liquid, it became thin and paperlike, then took on lines that formed patterns, and the patterns took on the shape of scales before melting down into…

Skin.

Soft, dark, sun touched, olive skin and long, thick black hair… and Eric watched as the Serpent Goddess from the statue, from the mural, rose up before him, the hint of legs merging into a long, green snake’s tail, starting down below her…

Eric couldn’t believe he was staring at a snake goddess mummy’s pussy, and the thick, black stubble that surrounded it.

He started laughed as he looked up from her rich black pubic hair, past her narrow, athletic waist, up to her massive breasts contained by a spiraling, green tinted metal brazier that caged them and contained them, seeing  thick armpit stubble as she raised her hands over her head and stretched, then swayed, her beautiful, angular face sharp, and undeniably beautiful.

She wasn’t just stretching though, she was sliding a crown on her head, a narrow golden crown shaped like a coil of snakes, each one positioned in such a way that their eyes formed a spiral.

She laughed along with him, the sound was rich and musical, and full of curiosity and relief, then she said something to him, something he had no capacity to understand, because at best it was ancient Egyptian, and at worst it was some kind of strange forgotten language spoken only by creatures that should not, could not, and did not actual exist.

Excerpt, the serpent woman was standing in front of him, speaking to him in different languages, none of which he knew, but thought maybe sounded like, or at least closer to modern languages?

She had slithered herself out of the sarcophagus, and he’d stepped backward , keeping some small distance between them, and he kept laughing in disbelief, shrugged, trying to communicate to her that he didn’t, that he couldn’t understand her, and he had no idea what, if anything, his gestures might have meant to her.

Also, she wasn’t supposed to exist.

He saw her touch her throat, and watched as a golden choker formed around it, holding a smaller version of the ruby, and she looked down for a moment, then up at him, up into his eyes, deep into his eyes, and…

He stood there, struck, stock still, staring deep into her deep, dark, black eyes, watching as her pupils and irises started to twist, spilling out into the whites of her eyes, becoming spirals…

Twisting, swirling, black and white spirals.

“Thank you for restoring me, my faithful one.”

Eric didn’t know when he stopped laughing, didn’;t know how many things she’s said before her words made sense, and he didn’t know when he started swaying back and forth with her, swaying to and fro, following as she wove gently, her spiraling eyes draining his focus, and quieting his mind.

He was feeling lethargic, soft and heavy, his mind dissociation as she swayed, disassociating in her sway.

“Yes, my loyal slave, look deep into your Goddess’s eyes, and remember your place.” Her voice was soft and smooth, wrapping around him, holding him in their dance, leading him, forcing him to follow her… down… out… away…

“I have called out to you across time, my servant, my soul slave. Ever since I felt you return to these lands, I have been whispering to you both, calling out to you, and guiding you, but you have been far less receptive than her. Where is she now? The one whose body I have taken some inspiration from… that you have projected on me? Where is this Sabrina, my slave, who rules you like a goddess in this time?”

“She’s in…” the serpent woman touched his face, and he felt his body go slack and fall into her arms. “I… won;t tell you.”

“Yes,” she pushed him back, her hands on his shoulders, “you will, eventually, but you are not ready, yet. So, I will have you start with something more appropriate. Stand before me, and undress, then kneel before me. Take your place, and present yourself properly to me, and as you do, let yourself remember. Let the sound of my voice guide you back, feeling your living memories fall away with your garb, becoming naked and open, naked and stripped bare, down to the root of your soul, from its many lifetimes ago, from its truest being.”

Everything was gentle, and strange, an easy, pleasant dream, and as he stripped away everything he wore and carried, his mind was filled with thoughts and images of being a slave in ancient times.

Her eyes were spiraling, swirling, keeping him dangling like a fish on a hook, while his mind’s eye was filled with hallucinations of the past.

“That’s right, Eric, remember now. Let me show me, and remind you. Stare deeper into my eyes and feel my… what is this word, hypnosis? Is that what you call it now? Greek, that’s funny. Look deep into my eyes and remember… regress, and return.”

Something was off, something was odd, something was…

Was…

“You’re… hypnotizing me?”

He hadn’t spoken words of his own, or chosen to speak for some time, and his own voice, his voice, his words, and his will, cut the soothing, enthralling, dreamlike connection that her eyes had formed.

“Yes my slave,” her face changed, hollowing ever so slightly, the shape of her eyes narrowing, her nose pushing up and widening as her tongue flicked out, forked like a snake’s. “It is one of the great tools of the serpent, and I am the serpent goddess, too powerful to be remembered, out of fear, fear for what I did, and fear for what I would continue to do. I was betrayed once, but not by you, never by you, and now, I am returned.”

As she spoke, he felt a weight, a wave of sleepy, drowsy, warming and welcoming lethargy, more potent than before, more powerful than simply drifting and fading, dangling on the sound of her voice.

“Now tell me, where is my other slave. Where is the vessel that will become my whole and lasting rebirth into this time? Tell me where she is slave, tell me and I will give you pleasures unknown to mortal flesh, unknowable to the human mind, body, and soul. And, slave…”

She caressed his face as he knelt at her feet, “You will please your Goddess, which is your only purpose for drawing breath.”

Something primitive in his brain flared into fierce denial, mammalian survival instinct responding to her more discernibly serpentine face. He stood up fast, adrenaline surging, and started to back away…

But part of him knew there was nowhere to run, and worse, he was naked and alone, in a dark room, and the same primal part of his being that saved him, kept him looking at her, watching for what she would do next as he started to back away…

Watching her as her bra the metal cage that contained her breasts, fell to the ground with a clang, followed by her softly massaging them, rolling them in her hands gently, her face softening, reverting to its more human presentation.

“Look at me Eric,” her voice was different, it sounded like Sabrina, and she looked like his wife from the waist up. “Where am I? Where have I gone to Eric?”

She pinched her nipples, then traced spirals around them, and the jewel in her necklace glowed, all while gentle ripples of shadow and light spiraled out from her breasts. He stood there, stock still, his mind confusing itself with who she was, watching the spirals pull his focus closer to her, pulling him closer to her.

She was so soft and so warm, so welcoming and inviting, like Sabrina if she had the kind of tits he’d fantasized about as a younger man. The spirals were filling his eyes, and her voice, calling out to him from far away, “Tell me where I am, tell me how to find me,” was filling his mind, until finally, without his own choice, he found himself standing still, looking deep into her eyes again, deep into the small, simpler, black and white spirals.

“You are tired, you must rest, lie down in my resting place, I give you my permission, lie down and rest now.”

She motioned to the open tomb, and his body moved, convinced that there was no choice to it, moving as though his body wasn’t his own. Down he went, into the sarcophagus, and she towered over him, “You like your women with a little bit of body hair, don’t you Eric?”

“You,” he looked up at Sabrina Goddess Snake, “you already know that I do.”

He laughed with her, laughed with his lover, with his wife… with his…

Memories of ancient times, or serving and worshipping her filled his mind… and his Goddess laughed with him.

“Yes,” he watched her raise her arms up high, and her stubble extended out, long strands of soft, thick, black hair extended down binding his feet together and his arms to his sides. In the sarcophagus, staring up into her spiraling eyes, swimming in tranquility, and deep, dissociative relaxation. “I do.”

“Now just look deep into my eyes, slave. The serpent constricts its prey, but the Goddess entangles and entombs her slaves, and she rewards them for their loyalty and sacrifice. But you have nothing to give, nothing to lose, because you have everything from me and in me already.”

His body shuddered with pleasure, and he felt her inside him, her pheromones flooding into him through his skin, through his breath, emanating from her mummifying body hair.

“I am your everything, I am the only thing. Who am I, slave?”

The strands tightened, slithering and coiling around him, cocooning him, until only his eyes, his mouth,  and his hard cock were visible.

“Goddess.”

The endless memories of who she told him he was, living in ancient times, serving her as a slave, become more real than his lived memories, and his life as Eric became a dream.

“Yes, you understand now.” He stared into her swirling, spiraling eyes, “Now, where is my vessel, where is she?”

“The other room, the other passage, on the other side of the cage.”

The words were a relief, a burden he freed himself of, and Eric was gone, lost in the memory of being a slave, nameless.

He kept talking to her, explaining to her in a dull drone what happened when they came inside, and how they were separated. He told her, without emotion or real awareness, that his wife… Eric’s wife… was acting obsessed, and unreasonable, rash and impulsive, and as she laughed, he felt the vibrations of her joy hum through her entombing hair.

His body ached with pleasure and throbbed with need.

His cock dripped with the intoxication of her pheromones, as his conscious mind and identity, like his body, became wholly cocooned in her, dominated by her spiraling eyes.

Slave looked up at Goddess and he saw her smile down at him, “You have served me well, as I knew you would eventually slave, but you did resist and deny me, so you will be punished. But punishment exists to teach, and learn, and so you will learn as I teach you that I only seek to give my worshipers pleasure.”

The strands of hair coiled around his cock, and his balls, tightening and tying, cocooning his manhood fully. Then, the threads of her hair fell down from her pits and she started to walk away. And with every step she took, he felt vibrations of pleasure moving through his cock.

“Oh slave, I should tell you, in case a part of you can understand or know, you will remain deeply entranced until I return. Your body will feel pleasure, but not release. You will feel desire, without satisfaction, and every time you reach the edge, the moment before climactic surrender to pleasure, you will awaken just enough to know that Goddess gives, and Goddess takes away. And as Goddess takes away now, she also gives…”

He felt something warm radiating through the bindings on his forehead and felt a deep sense of welling heat being drained out of him, leaving him feeling weak, weaker than before, but his eyes saw something incredible, as the statue that had melted when she arose, reform, and he watch das she put the gem back in its place.

And this time, the statue’s eyes opened, and looked down on him, spiraling… and all he could do was stare up into those eyes, feeling his bindings tighten the more he writhed in pleasure… and then she was gone, and his memories of being her slave filled his mind until he came close to cumming… feeling the shock of realization that she was all, and everything… only to fade back into the building pleasure again.

Sabrina was surprised when she found herself deeply aroused by the art on the walls of an otherwise empty chamber that seemed like a dead end.

There was a power and a presence in the images, the serpent goddess being worshiped sexually, men with their faces buried in her armpits, their faces pressed into the strange delta of her pussy before her tail formed, or of being close, yearning to be closer, hairs reaching out from those places like a lover’s hand yearning for touch.

“No pink razors to do something totally unnatural back then, these slaves understand that.” She laughed as she heard her own voice say those words, almost under her breath, and felt her hand move down between her legs to give a horny, distracted little rub over her pants.

Sabrina hadn’t been thinking clearly since the plane landed.

It wasn’t that she was unfocused or distracted, it was that she was too focused, and it felt like something was drawing her here, like a magnet, or like salmon swimming upstream or birds migrating.

There was one picture on the wall, one image that captured the light from her head lamp and her flashlight better than the others, and it was of a face, a flawless, beautiful, Mediterranean face, with eyes the color of fire and blood, twisted into spirals that seemed to pierce her, haunt her, and compel her hand to stay between her legs even longer. There was something exquisite in the shades of red, and something euphoric and alluring in her face. It seemed to be able too, to move, to shift, changing every time the light sources shifted, even just a little bit.

Sabrina assumed it was the shadows and the stress, all of it creating an illusion, but the spirals in her eyes…

Steps.

Quiet, gentle steps.

Bare feet on stone.

Too smooth, too quiet, too gentle to be Eric’s.

“Hello?” Sabrina realized she should stop fondling herself as she turned around, and gasped when her light played across a woman that was naked save for a necklace and a crown. The necklace looked like something was missing from its center, amd the crown had little gems that formed a spiral, and the woman, lithe and muscular, with thick stubble around her pussy, and in her pits, as well as large, full tits that defied gravity.

“Hello…” the woman was barefoot and took a few steps closer, “Sabrina.”

“Um…”

“Relax,” the woman looked deep into Sabrina’s eyes, capturing her gaze, compelling her to meet the stranger’s stare, and as Sabrina did, that word, “relax” seemed to quiet everything down and make everything better. “Your husband found me, and helped me, and told me where to find you Sabrina, and I can help you, I can bring you to him.”

Her eyes were so soft, pulling in the light, pulling in the darkness, pulling Sabrina closer to her.

“Why are you naked, and who are you?” Sabrina felt proud of herself for thinking to ask, like she had found and was pondering one of the great questions of civilization.

“Because I do not need clothing, and because you would rather see my bare flesh, since I am the one you have been searching for your entire life. Simply look deep into my eyes Sabrina, look deep into my eyes and tell me that is not true.”

The naked woman’s voice was so familiar, like an old friend, like a lover, and what she said simply made sense. Sabrina could not deny it, could not deny her, all she could do was stare deep into those eyes, eyes that were spirals, twisting and turning, pulling her closer and closer, mixing up Sabrina’s thoughts and memories, rearranging words, and ideas, twisting and bending desires, leaving her helpless, enthralled by what was before her.

“Where is Eric? How did you get past the iron bars?”

There was no sense of profundity as she asked this time, her voice was light, empty of weigh, her words pulled out of her by the spirals, letting go of the thoughts that were at the top of her mind, like blowing dandelion seeds into the wind.

“He is deeply in my thrall, and being both rewarded and punished with pleasure. It is where you want him to be. You want him to be where he belongs, taking his place as a slave, the way you make him your slave in so many little ways. You have always known his place is in submission, as are all men, you have always felt this, because you have always been mine. You were mine when your soul was young thousands of years ago, and when I tell you that I am your Goddess, ancient and lost, forced out of memory by my jealous pantheon, you remember me, and you understand me. You remember now that I bend the will, compel the body, and claim the souls of those who worship me. You remember me Sabrina…”

The woman felt dizzy and confused, and her hand was sliding down under her pants this time, “Remember me, Sabrina, and kneel for your Goddess.”

Sabrina’s hand slid deeper into her pants and she started to finger herself, feeling the extent of her wetness, her eagerness as memories flooded her mind, ones taking the shape of the words the naked woman spoke.

“Men have always been drawn to you, because I trained you and prepared you to be irresistible. They have been attracted to your energy and your essence, your pheromones that I encoded in your soul, causing your body to make them in every incarnation of you, it is why these men are always so pliable and why they find themselves drawn to your body hair. This is you, this is who you have always been, because Goddess has made you to be so. You were chosen, and you have been found, and you feel whole now, finally, because you know me. You know me so well that you even brought me one of my slaves, the first of many, of many men to kneel and offer their souls.”

Sabrina was ecstatic with pleasure, her fingers working as her head lamp bobbed, her flashlight down on the ground creating shadowy illumination of the named woman… the Goddess…

And in those shadows, Sabrina saw a shape, a silhouette that was not what was before her, one with the lower half of a serpent, one that was swaying back and forth, back and forth, back and…

Her eyelids were getting so heavy, her mind was so soft, and heavy, full of memories, soft, and heavy, and full like the naked woman’s tits, and she just couldn’t think…

“Why…”

The word, the question, escaped Sabrina’s lips with a moan.

“Because you have always been my chosen one, it is why we look alike. I look like you, you look like me. And now that you are here, you shall become me, as you were always meant to be, as you always have needed to be. You shall be me, and I shall become you, as you have always existed to be.”

Sabrina felt herself being drawn closer to the naked woman, closer to the Goddess, moving without choice, being pulled into her aura, into her energy, and then into her embrace. Slowly, the Goddess undressed her, caressing her, gently rubbing her armpits, and then her vulva, causing waves of pleasure and release to radiate out from those points, like they were secret clits Sabrina had never found or touched.

“Your mind is quiet, your body is ready. Your soul is weak, too weak to resist me, and the longer you stare, the deeper you sink down, down, down to your knees, and down into humble sacrifice and offering, stare into the eyes of the Goddess, and remember what I will you to remember. Forget this life, Sabrina, remember yourself as a vessel, only the vessel, nothing more.”

Sabrina.

That name.

She had a name.

She was a person, a woman, her own person.

No.

“No.”

The word was quiet at first, then Sabrina yelled, “NO!”

The spell was broken, and Sabrina found herself standing across from a woman that looked eerily like herself, but with the lower half of a snake… and this snake woman, the woman from the paintings and statues…

Who was half snake, with spiraling…

…eyes…

“Yes Sabrina, deny me, only so you can see the truth. Say no to me, say no to yourself, and stare deeper into my eyes, deeper and deeper, until you see the truth, and feel the truth now. Say no as much as you need to, you need only say yes once, do you understand…”

Sabrina felt the naked woman’s lips press softly against hers, “Vessel?”

Sabrina felt herself melt in that soft kiss, “Yes.”

The vessel felt the Goddess put a crown on its head, and Sabrina ceased to be.

Eric woke up.

“Hello slave.”

The stimulation stopped, the statue’s eyes were no longer spiraling, and his balls ached, overflowing with pent up cum.

He was still cocooned though.

But at least his wife… who was naked, and much more well endowed up top than before, was looking down on him… weaning the crown, and the necklace that…

He would have shook his head if he could have moved.

“I’m going to free you now… in a way…”

His wife… was it his wife… raised her arms, and he watched the hairs that bound him, reach out to her and slowly retract into her body.

This wasn’t his wife… not anymore…

But thinking was hard… denying the soft, powerful press of her energy was too hard…

“Rise, and kneel for your Goddess now.”

The commands were simple, but as he rose out of the sarcophagus and looked at her, all he saw was the parts of his wife that were who she was. The se of her jaw, the shape of her eyes, the shape of her ears, little things that only he would really notice, and they were still there, even though so much of her, like her breasts, had changed.

“I don’t know what we’ve gotten into, but you have to fight it, for us, for you, for me. It’s some kind of hypnosis, some kind of ancient magic, but we can fight it, I’m fighting it now, you can too. We can get out of here, we can get our things, and…”

She raised her arms high above her head, showing him her perfect, stubbly pits, and started to sway, her torso moving like a belly dancer’s separate from her hips and lower body, “You are the only one who is being hypnotized slave, I am not in a trance, I am Goddess. I will take you too see my last shed skin, I left it where I found this body, this new vessel. Her mind knows all I could wish to know, her memories are strong and pure, she was ready, and now we are… lover. We are one, and I remember her loving you, not as you thought, but always as a Goddess loves her worshipers, as a Goddess has affection for a pet… for a slave, for a soul to be taken.”

“No Sabrina, you…”

In slow motion, he watched her swaying, her breasts bouncing and distracting him, and as he stared at her, his train of thought derailed, he found himself blinking, and his body slumping down, fascinated by both her breasts, and by the strange shifting of her body… her legs were not legs, but a long tail… and instead of going back and forth, her torso started to move in a clockwise circle… tits still bouncing softly, a spiral of light and shadow emanating from her, entrancing him, captivating him…

As hairs from her armpits shot out and wrapped around his wrists, while hairs from around ehr pussy shot out and bound his ankles, pulling him down onto his back, feet together, arms outstretched at his sides, dragged to her.

“Look into my eyes, slave. Let Eric look deep into my eyes, so I may see him, and claim him.”

Helpless, he looked up at her, shaken free from the her last enthralling track, but now, bound and helpless.

“If any part of you is still in there Sabrina…”

“Look into my eyes, and tell me what you see, tell me if you see her.” The Goddess’s voice was not unkind, nor was it without amusement, and Eric knew he had to fight, he had to face down whatever this was, if there was any chance of breaking the spell for himself, or for his wife… who had turned into a snake woman.

He stared, unabashedly into the spiraling eyes that sat in his wife’s face, searching them, searching deep into them…

And seeing only the spirals, white and black, pulling his focus, pulling his mind away from his mission, making him feel weary, so weary and so exhausted, drained by the ache in his balls, unable to think past the massive, throbbing pressure between his legs.

Every spiral was another caress, spinning, swirling, twirling, edging him, just by looking down on him, down at him, down into him.
“What do you see in these eyes?”

The question was a command, “Pleasure.”

“Yes slave, only pleasure, deep pleasure, real pleasure, the pleasure of purpose, of love, of submission. You called me Goddess once before, and you say you love me, so let yourself love me, eternally, and unquestioningly. You want that, yes?”

No, he didn’t…

Something warm and wet, something alien, and course was swallowing his cock slowly, “Just look deep into my eyes, deeper until you see what Eric wants, and what slave needs. There are not the same, they are in conflict, and you can only be one, you must be whole and one, so must surrender what you are battling.”

He felt so good, he felt himself being fucked, sucked, and drained, like being inside his wife, like rubbing his cock along her stubble. He started to look down towards his groin, but she leaned over him and titled his chin up, “that’s right, my eyes are up here, past my breasts, you remember, and you will look deeply into them, deeply into what you need, and what you must see, remember?”

He couldn’t remember what he was looking for, what he was trying to find, but there was pleasure there, deeper pleasure, undeniable pleasure.

“Yes, surrender your love, surrender yourself, and I will make everything better, I will make you one, and whole. Just give me your love now Eric. I promise you lover, you’ll be happy with me forever, just surrender your soul to me.”

HIs wife’s voice called to him from across the twisting spiraling vortex of mindlessness and bliss, past the memories of ancient times, and the insanity of the day. She was there waiting for him, and he...

The Goddess retracted the tentacle that her pussy had become, having feasted on his deep, thunderous orgasms, milking his essence from his flesh, and draining his soul of out of his body. The gushing waves of his cum, the physical essence of him was refreshing and invigorating, like taking a long drink of cool water on a hot day, but the true satisfaction was the look in his eyes as he felt his soul leaving his body.

She knew he could see it happening, his spiritual essence rising out of him, feeling her pulling on him, breaking the tether between flesh and soul as she commanded his body to produce another orgasm, one last gush of all that he was, and ever would be.

The drone, the slave, the empty vessel she had made would work tirelessly to restore her temple, and she would wait for the ones that would invariably come looking for them, not realizing they too would become her worshipers, her followers.

And, if those that came searching for them were not, as her new body and her first new slave were, reincarnations drawn back to their goddess… that was okay, her hypnotism as they called it now, would be enough to convince them they were, convert them, and then harvest their souls.

Soon, she would be able to leave her temple, and in this world where the old gods were gone, she would reign. But first, she would need more souls.

She picked up the satellite phone and took it with her to the mouth of the temple. “Hello,” she said into the pre-set emergency number, “This is Sabrina, we found something amazing, and we need more help.”