'I hear it's bite is enough to paralyze an adult man in thirty seconds.' She said, lifting her hand up as the diminutive snake curled over her fingertips. He couldn't get over the fact that the little fucker seemed intent on him - almost as if it knew she would not let it bite her, but this new, stupid specimen of mankind might not know of its powerful venom. He took another step backwards.
Private zoo tours were the rage. Kids went on them. Grandparents went on them. Fucking teenage movies used them as a setup plot for stupid magic boys or sons of gods or cheap b-grade pornos. The point was, people took these tours every single day, all day, without anything weird happening - so
why was George stuck in the snake house, on his own, with this woman and that SNAKE?
Outside of his current physical status, George had to admit the woman was attractive. Tall, curvy, cute, a hint of that emo fashion sense - he'd already shot looks at both her tits and her ass in the standard company uniform she wore. The short shorts worked wonders for her legs, the hems of each leg sitting close to the crease between her cheeks and the backs of her thighs, and the shirt was tight enough to stretch around her breasts, showing off the diagonal mark of her bra just above where each nipple ought to protrude without it. Her left wrist had a couple of string bracelets around it and a plethora of hair-ties, and her right had a leather strap with a ring of spike studs in it - very emo. Her hair was black and straight and she wore it in a loose ponytail, with plenty of strands hanging down around her ears, so that her face and features were framed by them. The black makeup around her eyes accentuated the piercing blue circlets in their centers, and below the nose ring, her lips showed the faintest hint of red beneath the black matte lipstick she wore. He'd stopped himself before he'd started to imagine how that lipstick would look around the shaft of his- FUCK! That wasn't helping!
And now here George was; backed into a corner in the snake room, tucked away behind two rows of pythons and cobras, the hot tour guide showing him a modest little danger noodle with a striking display of multi-coloured rings across its scaley back, and he wasn't sure which to be more afraid of.
'They say this snake was known as the sleepwalker killer,' she said, her voice a sexy baritone for a woman. She watched down that cute little nose, as the snake slithered over her index and down to her thumb. 'Not because sleepwalkers would step on it and die, but because it was thought that these intense markings would put one to sleep long enough for it to move in and bite.' As she spoke, she seemed almost to be staring at the creature. Indeed, George thought as he watched it too, the way its body moved back and forth over her hand did accentuate those ringlets - making them almost look like waves that never seemed to end.
'These colours can be so intricate, so enticing,' she said, her voice suddenly devoid of the cruel pleasure she had appeared to take in taunting him moments ago with the deadly thing. 'Endless, as though it simply keeps on waving away... Forever...' Her head moved gently forwards, looking as though she were squinting at the creature's back. For all her talk, George thought with surprise - the idiot had gone and tranced
herself
with the snake!
George wasn't sure if all that crap about the creature's hypnotic powers were true - he found it hard to believe, yet here he was, standing next to a woman who had just gone slack save for the slow, rhythmic movement of her hands to keep the snake moving over something in front of her. Her eyes seemed fixated on the thing's body, and George had to admit that he too found it far more enticing to look at than he'd initially thought. For a few moments, his brain struggled with the thought of looking at it longer to prove the stupid myth wrong, or taking advantage of the situation and seeing what he could do with her. Eventually, his cock won.
'That's right, just keep looking at it. Keep staring down at the snake's skin, watching the way those colours morph and twist as it moves.' When the words came, they came not from George's mouth, but from the tour guides. Her eyes were now glued on George, and she was far from transfixed - though he was. Indeed, though she had felt the pull of the snake's power, she had long since developed a resistance to it through months of handling the dangerous animal every day. She had waited, allowing herself to sink just a little into the welcoming trap those hypnotic motions laid, baiting George into it through her own apparent gullibility until he had made his move.
Serina wasn't stupid. She knew when boys were looking at her body - she was a woman, after all, and she knew she looked good in her clothes. She'd specifically asked for one size smaller than she needed just for occasions like this, knowing the stretch would show off her toned features. When George had followed her on her tour, listening to nothing she said and looking at the animals only until she turned her back or looked away from him, she'd known there was no point wasting her time with him drooling about the whole zoo behind her like a heated mutt. Instead, she'd taken him to the snake exhibit, putting him in front of the cages and getting a look at him herself for a change. Finally, deciding that she could use a good release and that George probably sized up alright, she had taken him to the one.
The Sleepwalker's Curse was a rare creature, and the zoo was lucky to have it on loan as it toured the world. Serina had been assigned to it immediately, as the lead snake keeper and one of the main tour guides of the zoo. It had only taken a few blank, lost hours after work staring into that shining hide as it moved about its enclosure for her to realize just how powerful it could be, and from that point onwards, she had been finding ways to sneak its use into her own selfish desires. Nothing serious, of course - she'd used it to get some guy in a suit to give her a hundred bucks back when her rent had gone up, but that was the worst of it. That, and, well...
'Sorry about this next bit.' Serina said as she took George's hand off of her tit and began to lead him by it. He stumbled stupidly after her, his eyes sticking to the snake - Serina allowed it to climb slowly up her arm as she dragged him away. 'I've never had it affect someone badly so far, so let's hope you're not the first.'
There were some staff-only toilets just behind the snake pen and Serina pulled George into them, pushing the disabled toilet door shut behind her and locking it. Quickly, she put down the toilet seat and pulled George in front of it. Then, holding up his arm, she gently picked up the snake by the back of the creature's head and lowered it towards his wrist. George's eyes followed it as it descended, and he seemed to comprehend what was about to happen - his face started to distort into one of fear, and she felt him pull his wrist back, but the pull was weak and his brain still struggling to free itself from the little induced hypnotic trip. Serina knew that without outside stimuli, one could lose themselves in that world for up to an hour, sometimes more. By the time he came far enough out of it to fight her, it would be done.
George watched, fear blossoming in his chest as the snake descended towards his wrist. He pulled away, shoved the girl from him and ran out - only, time seemed to be moving slower for him than for the rest of the world. He pulled his arm back but either he was weak or she was strong, because he only managed to move his hand in her grip. By the time he managed to pull a second time, the open mouth of the small creature was touching his arm, and he felt the stab of pain as two tiny needle-like fangs pierced his skin.
She's killed me,
he thought dumbly.
I'm dead.
Serina had to time it just right. The snake didn't inject right away - It had a sort of pressure mechanism in the glans in the mouth that only released the venom when the snake bit down, not just when the fangs were pushed into someone by an outside force. Just a tiny bit - enough to paralyze but not enough to cause serious harm, at least, not for a while. She focused on the snake's body, feeling the way it curled as it realized the 'attacker' wasn't letting it go. Suddenly, she felt the tiny muscles tensing inside it and knew that it had bitten down - she quickly pulled it free of George's arm and inspected the marks. Two tiny bloody holes sat in the edge of his wrist, and in their middles, a very light discoloration seemed to well.
