SERPENT HAREM

by TCSHAN

WARNING: This story contains racial stereotyping, snake sex, and general political incorrectness. If you are under 18 or easily offended, GO THE FUCK AWAY! Go to www.disney.com or something.

The harem of Rabad-al-Rashim had managed to escape their confinement, making a rope out of silken draperies to climb down the outside wall of the palace. The three women were Dunyazad, the dusky, regal beauty with curves like a serpent and breasts like coconuts; Yasimina, the Oriental from further east, slightly plump in all the pleasureable ways; and the younger Ramada, a fair girl bordering on womanhood.

"We are out," spoke Dunyazad. "But getting out and escaping are different matters. The guards will be upon us."

"But how do we escape?" asked Ramada.

"Perhaps we can get out through the gardens," suggested Yasimina. The trio made their way there.

The gardens were like an oasis, with palm trees, flowers, grass, and even a pool of water. "So," said Yasimina, "where do we go next?"

"Perhaps if we...wait," said Dunyazad, sensing something. "Do you smell that?" It was a musky, animal scent.

"Yes," said Ramada. "And I hear something, too." They turned in the direction of the smell and the quiet hissing. A thirty-foot python lay not too far from them.

Ramada drew a sharp intake of breath, and clung to Yasimina. Dunyazad stepped between them and the snake, as if protecting. "Perhaps if we make no sudden moves, it will not attack, and perhaps even go away."

The snake seemed to come closer. Then it began to turn away from the women. Then it slowly made a circle with its body.

"What is it doing?" wondered Dunyazad.

The snake twisted its body into several loops and coils, slithering round and round. The three women watched closely, curious. The python's sinuous body continued to weave itself into intricate patterns with its fluid, flowing body.

"It's just...spinning round," said Yasimina, almost to herself. "Round and round..."

"Like...a dance," added Ramada, similarly distracted.

"Yesss...a dance..." repeated Dunyazad. "Just spinning round and round..." She slowly made circular motions with her hips and abdomen, belly-dancing. Ramada and Yasimina also unconsciously began to dance, their own bodies making serpentlike motions.

Hours seemed to pass, and stil the women danced. All that existed for them were the beautiful motions of the snake, and that wonderful smell. They took deep, quick breaths as they sweated profusely; their nipples were hard, their slits moist.

Then the python's head rose. When eight feet of the constrictor's body was off the ground, the first four of those feet widened, making the snake resemble a hooded cobra. The hooded head swayed back and forth, back and forth, sinuously, hypnotically. None of the three harem women reacted to this; they were already mesmerized.

Then the snake's head seemed to push in on itself, becoming humanlike. The "hood" changed shape into a V-shaped humanoid torso, while two pythonlike limbs sprouted from the "shoulders" and ended in clawed, reptilian hands. The arms moved like those of a dancer, while the snake spoke.

"You have proved faithlessss to the massster," spoke the snake-creature. "You mussst obey hisss desssiresss."

"We must obey," chanted the still-dancing women, unable to take their eyes off the snake-man.

"Ssceassse the danssce," ordered the creature, and the women stopped. "Disssrobe."

Mutely, without question, the harem obeyed. "You ssshall be firssst," ordered the snake, pointing to Dunyazad. She nodded. The serpent-creature slowly moved part of its tail between her legs, gripping her crotch and slit. Dunyazad gasped at the shock of pleasure as the cool, smooth sensation caressed her intimate regions.

"Know your plasssce, woman," hissed the snake-creature as it looped a coil around her hips and buttocks. "By royal law, you are a ssslave. You mussst ssserve your massster. Sssay it!"

"I...am...a...slave," gasped Dunyazad, as the stroking of the cool scaly flesh excited her. "I must...uhhh...serve..."

"Yesss, you are!" hissed the creature wickedly. as it threw a coil below her firm round breasts, and one above.

"I am...aaaah...slaaave...must...uh!...serve..." gasped Dunyazad as the coils contracted pleasureably, caressing and stroking her erotic zones.

Yasimina and Ramada began to gasp as well as they watched the scene, unable to control their own growing excitement. Ramada reached down with her left hand and stroked her labia, while her other hand went to her right breast, then the left. Yasimina stroked her smooth soft flesh and caressed herself hungrily. Soon all three women were spasming sexually, craving release.

"I...uhhh!...must...ahhh!...serve...huhhh...master!" gasped Dunyazad. "I...hhaahhh...am...a...slave...aaaa....slaaaaIIIAAAAAAGGHHHHH!" She screamed as she climaxed. All three women orgasmed. The serpent-man's eyes rolled upward, as he let himself go.

His coils gently released Dunyazad as he detumescenced. Her breasts rose and fell slowly as she breathed, a sign that she lived. The man-serpent nodded, knowing he had done his job well.

"You are nexssst," he then spoke, pointing to Yasimina.

By the time he was done with Ramada, he had enjoyed three orgasms that night, and all three women now bore the bruises he had uncontrollably inflicted each time. "It isss nearly dawn," he spoke. "Put on your garmentsss. Return to the harem. When you awaken from your transscesss, you will remember only that you tried to essscape, but were caught and punissshed." The bruises would attest to that!

The three women nodded mutely, and obeyed.

Rabad-al-Rashim smiled when he saw the bruises that the harem clothing barely concealed. His pet naga had done its job well.

THE END