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This was actually a bonus for my patrons on Patreon.
I promised, after reaching a certain threshold, that I would pay for art for the monthly bonus story that my patrons can vote upon, those following themes suggested by them as well. Having reached it last month, I kept my word and went to an artist who I know can be a pretty great designer and who can work rather fast too, Gameboyred.
The themes for this month were Hypnosis, Belly Dancing and Lesbian and I had an idea to do a snake charming story, yet in reverse and thus as I wrote I couldn't help but picture how she'd look and Gameboyred did that, but better. The serpent flute, the hood accessory, her jewelry, her curves, her color palette...there's a lot to like here and he's done a very good job. If you want to commission him, which I recommend, you can check out his prices right here:
https://www.deviantart.com/gameboyr.....gain-836664696
If you want to check out what the whole business about bonus stories, votes and what-not is all about, do check out my Patreon right here: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
You can check out the story right below and see just why this pretty little serpentine gal might be far more dangerous than one might be lead to believe...
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THE CHARMER'S BASKET
Octavia wasn't having the best of days.
A mercenary gig, a bodyguard job for a rich merchant crossing the area commonly known as the “Deadly Dunes”, should have only filled her coffers and yet right now the only thing she could do was ask herself just why things turned so badly...and how? This was a genuine question she asked herself, as her mind was drawing a blank as to whatever happened to her. She remembered hearing some noise, preparing for a fight...and then nothing. Now, she was in a near-complete black-void, restrained inside something with some light holes in there so she could breathe, which also conveniently told her that it was still daytime if the sun up there was any indication. She tried to focus, to gather her thoughts and memories, yet there was something that made it so hard to do just that.
The flute.
Someone was playing that instrument in the background and it drove her crazy. Not because it was repetitive, badly done or too loud, but rather simply it was just too melodious and ear-catching. It was ever on the periphery of her hearing, as if coming from far away and it made it so hard to think as the only things she could really concentrate upon were those beautiful deep eyes and that sumptuous dance which made her feel so good. It was alien yet exotic as she saw flashes of a woman in shadow, a silhouette with a body unlike her who danced before her eyes. Those hips turned slowly, slender arms waving languorously into serpentine fashion as the only thing of importance that she could discern in her mind were colorful and slitted eyes. It was a haunting, yet alluring vision that seemed to make her lose track of things as how tightly her body felt bound, how she didn't know anything seemed unimportant as Octavia only had to listen to the music and envision this sublime, shadow creature and everything would be fine.
Until she woke back up, that is.
A lid was removed, the top of whatever was containing her as she was given water and she was too thirsty to argue, to rebel. There was also the fact that her mind was a fog, her ideas groggy and malformed as she gulped down while she saw the settling sun above her and then she was brought back to obscurity anew. She had to admit feeling a little scared and uncertain, vaguely aware that she was the captive of some strange people, entrapped within something which she could not identify. Try as she might, she couldn't get out no matter what it seemed. She felt no restraint on her limbs, no chains, ropes or anything of the sort and yet the pressure to remain in there was strong. Perhaps with some effort she might make it out of there and flee...yet then the music played again and those thoughts dissipated.
She needed to be in there for the charmer, the one who had claimed her. She would be part of her harem and know bliss, purpose and wonders beyond belief. This is what was becoming her primary focus in her mind and as weird as it sounded it made her feel safe. The melody was closer now, almost right next to her and it lulled her to sleep, both her body and mind. She slept and dreamed of the one making all of this possible...The charmer.
Her body was much more easily seen now, the fog setting out elsewhere as her dark skin, the colorful vestments and the gold she wore made her look magnificent. She had long blue hair venturing toward purple and that title suited her very well, for she was charming beyond what Octavia could possibly understand. Large and round hips, a hourglass figure, the prettiest face of them all, a smooth-looking belly, the cutest navel of them all and the deepest, most gorgeous, most simply hypnotic eyes of them all. That sight, that vision, made Octavia feel rather weak in the knees and she had never thought of another woman in that way before, but this one was irresistible, simply incredible in such a manner that her sexuality was completely shook to its core.
And she danced. Her hips seemed to be able to go further than any other women's in their angle and width, almost as if she was boneless or made out of water. The flute played while she trailed fingers off her midriff, circling around her belly button before she sucked her stomach in and fluttered for a few seconds, then went for figure-eights as she twisted her hips and then pushed them to the side. This transformed into circles, rotations made while her upper body was staying mostly still, her arms lifted up slowly and sensuously lifting her long hair while those slitted eyes never ceased to gaze upon Octavia...into her soul itself. And then she vanished, dusting off into the air like sand being carried by the wind.
And the slight darkness came back. Yet not Octavia felt lighter somehow, as if the pressure had gone away from her body. This void, with its fractions of light rays coming in from above, wasn't so terrifying or restrictive anymore, but rather it was almost homely. She knew that it wasn't normal to think this way, that she was most definitely a captive still, but she couldn't quite stop herself. Perhaps it was just some mental reflex, a defense to protect herself from a troubling reality, but she did feel a little snug in there...And of course there was the flute playing in the background. Its sound was a siren call, a tempting melody which highlighted desire in her mind and heart as she saw glimpses of that dance in her dream, of the charmer who claimed her for herself.
There were moments when she thought strangely, yet it was in her voice and it was so insistent. Those were her true desires, her deepest and most sacred of purpose, awakened by the charmer herself. Her one true love and mistress. A part of her was aware that accepting them was not a good idea, but much like the void itself Octavia had grown to find them comforting, reassuring. Like a hand on her shoulder and a gentle voice telling her that everything would be okay. The flute was such a tone, an approach to soothe her worries and it was akin to a drug, intoxicating and addictive and already she couldn't quite detract from it. It seemed to make things move faster, to provide an easy distraction from troubles that ailed her.
It seemed that the charmer knew as the music got closer and this made Octavia's mind race toward a dream, reaching for a fantasy that she couldn't wait to fulfill within her psyche as she recalled events, her defeat at the hand of the charmer who played her melody and danced, effectively using her talents to tame her in battle, to capture her completely and it was right. She wanted to belong to her anyway, to become hers entirely. What she saw within her mind were vestige of that battle, of the dance who completely seduced and hypnotized her. This answer was only half-registered, though, as her mental capacities and capabilities were somehow going away in favor of new thoughts, feelings and knowledge instilled within her. She didn't know how to cope with this, what to do with it, but it didn't matter because the charmer would take care of everything.
What she needed to do was indulge, stop fighting and accept it all as she pictured a better version of the charmer yet and by now the vision was crystal clear. Her curvaceous body was still very much there, along with her long hair and precious jewelry, but what made her so agile, flexible and fluid was what could be found below. She had no legs, but a long, sinuous and downright slick-looking serpent tail. It was attached to those wide hips, each scales seeming alike to a jewel polished beyond what should be possible. That appendage was long, looking strong but soft all the same. And it was around her, a faint touch of cold that turned to warmth as she was coiled up...Yet there was no pressure, no pain...Only shivering anticipation.
And she danced closer now, the abdomen of the charming lulling her into a loving performance which left her dazed. Every pores of her skin, every inches of seductive dark flesh rolling, bumping and enticing her into watching more and more. This was her charming dance, putting her into a nice trance as the music was so close to her ears that it melted her mind completely. Octavia couldn't get enough, would never be sated as this was too lovely to deny, to resist. The way that soft belly flesh waved toward her, as if inviting her to get closer and closer still as that deep, round navel bobbed up and down left her in euphoria. It was as if it was draining something out of her, taking it away forever yet Octavia didn't care. She couldn't really bother with anything else save what was going on directly in front of her. She wanted to kiss that belly, to lick and worship that divine midriff and show her devotion, her lust and adoration.
And then everything vanished once again, yet the feeling subsided. She felt light, as if she wasn't even there anymore. She was part of the void, filling its space as if she was being stretched out, elongated. It was a tangible sensation, her body being changed as pangs of light bliss, of pain and euphoria tingled in her body. Her tongue, her legs, her skin, her teeth...they were all being morphed into something else right now, into a much better and sweeter-looking appearance befitting her mistress, the charmer.
And then the melody arose, louder and more beautiful than ever.
It was a call, a summon and by now she knew she had control, yet there was that irresistible urge to dance. She couldn't deny it as the motions of the charmer were so firmly in her mind that she emulated them to the best of her capacities and soon she jolted away from the void and into the light, under the desert sun. Her large hips, her brown skin could be finally seen as she swayed those hips in the open air, freedom from confinement coming at long last. Then she saw her tail, a snake-like appendage slithering away from where she had been kept safely...a simple basket, a hand-weaved one at that. This was sordid...but it had been part of the charmer's plan and so it was simply glorious and acceptable.
Then she saw for who she was performing, the woman in her dreams being the one who played that delectable music as there were many baskets like this on a cart which was pulled by two others just like the charmer...Just like Octavia herself. Lamias, snake-woman of impossible allure and danger. She had been transformed into one of them as she kept on dancing, her thoughts clouded by a desire to please her owner, mistress and lover. Yes, she had been claimed and it was the best thing in the world, with the other merchants going through the same treatment inside their own basket. Soon they would emerge like her and be made perfect, joining those wonderful, sexy women into claiming the desert as their own. The melody then stopped, but Octavia's own transition had been completed, sealed into this final form as she knew exactly what she was.
A fighter, a lamia, a bodyguard, a slave and a lover all rolled into one, all for the sake of her most beautiful mistress who claimed her body, her heart and her soul with her music and her power.
That of a charmer.
I promised, after reaching a certain threshold, that I would pay for art for the monthly bonus story that my patrons can vote upon, those following themes suggested by them as well. Having reached it last month, I kept my word and went to an artist who I know can be a pretty great designer and who can work rather fast too, Gameboyred.
The themes for this month were Hypnosis, Belly Dancing and Lesbian and I had an idea to do a snake charming story, yet in reverse and thus as I wrote I couldn't help but picture how she'd look and Gameboyred did that, but better. The serpent flute, the hood accessory, her jewelry, her curves, her color palette...there's a lot to like here and he's done a very good job. If you want to commission him, which I recommend, you can check out his prices right here:
https://www.deviantart.com/gameboyr.....gain-836664696
If you want to check out what the whole business about bonus stories, votes and what-not is all about, do check out my Patreon right here: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
You can check out the story right below and see just why this pretty little serpentine gal might be far more dangerous than one might be lead to believe...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
THE CHARMER'S BASKET
Octavia wasn't having the best of days.
A mercenary gig, a bodyguard job for a rich merchant crossing the area commonly known as the “Deadly Dunes”, should have only filled her coffers and yet right now the only thing she could do was ask herself just why things turned so badly...and how? This was a genuine question she asked herself, as her mind was drawing a blank as to whatever happened to her. She remembered hearing some noise, preparing for a fight...and then nothing. Now, she was in a near-complete black-void, restrained inside something with some light holes in there so she could breathe, which also conveniently told her that it was still daytime if the sun up there was any indication. She tried to focus, to gather her thoughts and memories, yet there was something that made it so hard to do just that.
The flute.
Someone was playing that instrument in the background and it drove her crazy. Not because it was repetitive, badly done or too loud, but rather simply it was just too melodious and ear-catching. It was ever on the periphery of her hearing, as if coming from far away and it made it so hard to think as the only things she could really concentrate upon were those beautiful deep eyes and that sumptuous dance which made her feel so good. It was alien yet exotic as she saw flashes of a woman in shadow, a silhouette with a body unlike her who danced before her eyes. Those hips turned slowly, slender arms waving languorously into serpentine fashion as the only thing of importance that she could discern in her mind were colorful and slitted eyes. It was a haunting, yet alluring vision that seemed to make her lose track of things as how tightly her body felt bound, how she didn't know anything seemed unimportant as Octavia only had to listen to the music and envision this sublime, shadow creature and everything would be fine.
Until she woke back up, that is.
A lid was removed, the top of whatever was containing her as she was given water and she was too thirsty to argue, to rebel. There was also the fact that her mind was a fog, her ideas groggy and malformed as she gulped down while she saw the settling sun above her and then she was brought back to obscurity anew. She had to admit feeling a little scared and uncertain, vaguely aware that she was the captive of some strange people, entrapped within something which she could not identify. Try as she might, she couldn't get out no matter what it seemed. She felt no restraint on her limbs, no chains, ropes or anything of the sort and yet the pressure to remain in there was strong. Perhaps with some effort she might make it out of there and flee...yet then the music played again and those thoughts dissipated.
She needed to be in there for the charmer, the one who had claimed her. She would be part of her harem and know bliss, purpose and wonders beyond belief. This is what was becoming her primary focus in her mind and as weird as it sounded it made her feel safe. The melody was closer now, almost right next to her and it lulled her to sleep, both her body and mind. She slept and dreamed of the one making all of this possible...The charmer.
Her body was much more easily seen now, the fog setting out elsewhere as her dark skin, the colorful vestments and the gold she wore made her look magnificent. She had long blue hair venturing toward purple and that title suited her very well, for she was charming beyond what Octavia could possibly understand. Large and round hips, a hourglass figure, the prettiest face of them all, a smooth-looking belly, the cutest navel of them all and the deepest, most gorgeous, most simply hypnotic eyes of them all. That sight, that vision, made Octavia feel rather weak in the knees and she had never thought of another woman in that way before, but this one was irresistible, simply incredible in such a manner that her sexuality was completely shook to its core.
And she danced. Her hips seemed to be able to go further than any other women's in their angle and width, almost as if she was boneless or made out of water. The flute played while she trailed fingers off her midriff, circling around her belly button before she sucked her stomach in and fluttered for a few seconds, then went for figure-eights as she twisted her hips and then pushed them to the side. This transformed into circles, rotations made while her upper body was staying mostly still, her arms lifted up slowly and sensuously lifting her long hair while those slitted eyes never ceased to gaze upon Octavia...into her soul itself. And then she vanished, dusting off into the air like sand being carried by the wind.
And the slight darkness came back. Yet not Octavia felt lighter somehow, as if the pressure had gone away from her body. This void, with its fractions of light rays coming in from above, wasn't so terrifying or restrictive anymore, but rather it was almost homely. She knew that it wasn't normal to think this way, that she was most definitely a captive still, but she couldn't quite stop herself. Perhaps it was just some mental reflex, a defense to protect herself from a troubling reality, but she did feel a little snug in there...And of course there was the flute playing in the background. Its sound was a siren call, a tempting melody which highlighted desire in her mind and heart as she saw glimpses of that dance in her dream, of the charmer who claimed her for herself.
There were moments when she thought strangely, yet it was in her voice and it was so insistent. Those were her true desires, her deepest and most sacred of purpose, awakened by the charmer herself. Her one true love and mistress. A part of her was aware that accepting them was not a good idea, but much like the void itself Octavia had grown to find them comforting, reassuring. Like a hand on her shoulder and a gentle voice telling her that everything would be okay. The flute was such a tone, an approach to soothe her worries and it was akin to a drug, intoxicating and addictive and already she couldn't quite detract from it. It seemed to make things move faster, to provide an easy distraction from troubles that ailed her.
It seemed that the charmer knew as the music got closer and this made Octavia's mind race toward a dream, reaching for a fantasy that she couldn't wait to fulfill within her psyche as she recalled events, her defeat at the hand of the charmer who played her melody and danced, effectively using her talents to tame her in battle, to capture her completely and it was right. She wanted to belong to her anyway, to become hers entirely. What she saw within her mind were vestige of that battle, of the dance who completely seduced and hypnotized her. This answer was only half-registered, though, as her mental capacities and capabilities were somehow going away in favor of new thoughts, feelings and knowledge instilled within her. She didn't know how to cope with this, what to do with it, but it didn't matter because the charmer would take care of everything.
What she needed to do was indulge, stop fighting and accept it all as she pictured a better version of the charmer yet and by now the vision was crystal clear. Her curvaceous body was still very much there, along with her long hair and precious jewelry, but what made her so agile, flexible and fluid was what could be found below. She had no legs, but a long, sinuous and downright slick-looking serpent tail. It was attached to those wide hips, each scales seeming alike to a jewel polished beyond what should be possible. That appendage was long, looking strong but soft all the same. And it was around her, a faint touch of cold that turned to warmth as she was coiled up...Yet there was no pressure, no pain...Only shivering anticipation.
And she danced closer now, the abdomen of the charming lulling her into a loving performance which left her dazed. Every pores of her skin, every inches of seductive dark flesh rolling, bumping and enticing her into watching more and more. This was her charming dance, putting her into a nice trance as the music was so close to her ears that it melted her mind completely. Octavia couldn't get enough, would never be sated as this was too lovely to deny, to resist. The way that soft belly flesh waved toward her, as if inviting her to get closer and closer still as that deep, round navel bobbed up and down left her in euphoria. It was as if it was draining something out of her, taking it away forever yet Octavia didn't care. She couldn't really bother with anything else save what was going on directly in front of her. She wanted to kiss that belly, to lick and worship that divine midriff and show her devotion, her lust and adoration.
And then everything vanished once again, yet the feeling subsided. She felt light, as if she wasn't even there anymore. She was part of the void, filling its space as if she was being stretched out, elongated. It was a tangible sensation, her body being changed as pangs of light bliss, of pain and euphoria tingled in her body. Her tongue, her legs, her skin, her teeth...they were all being morphed into something else right now, into a much better and sweeter-looking appearance befitting her mistress, the charmer.
And then the melody arose, louder and more beautiful than ever.
It was a call, a summon and by now she knew she had control, yet there was that irresistible urge to dance. She couldn't deny it as the motions of the charmer were so firmly in her mind that she emulated them to the best of her capacities and soon she jolted away from the void and into the light, under the desert sun. Her large hips, her brown skin could be finally seen as she swayed those hips in the open air, freedom from confinement coming at long last. Then she saw her tail, a snake-like appendage slithering away from where she had been kept safely...a simple basket, a hand-weaved one at that. This was sordid...but it had been part of the charmer's plan and so it was simply glorious and acceptable.
Then she saw for who she was performing, the woman in her dreams being the one who played that delectable music as there were many baskets like this on a cart which was pulled by two others just like the charmer...Just like Octavia herself. Lamias, snake-woman of impossible allure and danger. She had been transformed into one of them as she kept on dancing, her thoughts clouded by a desire to please her owner, mistress and lover. Yes, she had been claimed and it was the best thing in the world, with the other merchants going through the same treatment inside their own basket. Soon they would emerge like her and be made perfect, joining those wonderful, sexy women into claiming the desert as their own. The melody then stopped, but Octavia's own transition had been completed, sealed into this final form as she knew exactly what she was.
A fighter, a lamia, a bodyguard, a slave and a lover all rolled into one, all for the sake of her most beautiful mistress who claimed her body, her heart and her soul with her music and her power.
That of a charmer.
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