The Coiled Silver Serpent

The only sound was the soft movement of the curtains against the pergola, barely

audible and the buzz odd noises that came from the jungle that surrounded the

yoga training centre.  The other sound was Carole Jamison 66, Silver Spy

(Sexy International Lethal Vixens Espionage Ring)mouth as she languidlysucked and caressed the Trident Yoga Master Raj.  Carole had painted her

body n a python snake pattern and had adorned her lips before they started

with her usual pink lipstick or so he thought.  They shared a kiss as they had

before every session, those sessions always ending in a tangle of their bodies

in a Tantric Sex Knot, The Two Cobra’s, The Paths Conjoin today is was to be

the Spider and the Butterfly that position promised an insane orgasm after 6

hours of holding each other.  Her body was amazing already but painted he

was hard and ready to take her right there, she with the skills acquired

over years teased him away so they could workout.  ‘Besides,’ she said. 

‘Anticipation is usually the best aphrodisiac adding a hissing sound to the

word getting her hook in that much more.  Of course she”d already done that

with the sex they’d had, Carole had become his favourite just as she had

planned and now she would have him all to herself in his private place of retreat

on the Ashram a 30x50 foot pergola with drawn mosquito netting, it keep the bugs

out but also prying eyes as you could look out not in.  She’d shown up

today dressed in an all green semi sheer full length caftan.

Raj remarked that she was a tad overdressed for the occasion as she put her small clutch down on a ledge

just off the mat.  She smiled answering as she opened her clutch

‘Hopefully not for long,’ she smiled, unscrewing her lipstick as she had done every other day since arriving and applying her usually orange frosting to perfection.  

He watched her, he could feel and she could see his cock hardening from this simplest of gestures, but there had always been an erotic fascination to a woman applying lipstick for men,  Carole finished snapped her clutch closed and walked onto the mat, her hand taking his as they came to the centre.  Her smile was all he needed for her 

covering to be removed.

‘I can tell you like what you see Raj.  I’m sure you’re going to love feeling it as well,’ she teased, then slipped her painted python body against his pressing close.  He was harder than she’d ever felt before, his tip wet and close.  All it would have taken was a caress of her hand, a breath or the merest touch of her lips and he would have exploded. Her snakily slithered about his neck, their lips came to together, but touch light, playful and promising but not enough to light the fire and send it into a raging torrent.

They moved in unison but independent of each other although Carole teased him with touches of her thigh, small runs of her nails to his legs and back with through him off his motion just a little as was her intent.  They went on for more than an hour, a testament to both their fitness levels in the oppressive jungle heat.  Both were glistening from the heat when finally they were in the final moves to come together in the Tantric Knot.  They gracefully moved onto the second to last position, from here the two lovers would  together, their bodies meshing perfectly and he inserted fluidly, a roll and a turn and they would be tangled together in stillness for 6 more hours waiting for orgasm to disrupt the stillness, climax them insanely and free them from the Tantric Sex knot that had been their delightful prison.

At just the last second Carole’s body shifted her tapered legs, long some and extremely lethal open and closed about his head, seizing them in her thighs, his head facing the wrong way so his reputed expert tongue could penetrate and stimulate her clitoris and induce escape.   Her legs still had unfinished business, they slide down his back Carole softly hissing to accentuate the erotism of the moment and her snake body,  The night before she had filed her toenails using one of her special files to create barbs that she now inserted into each of his Achilles Tendons rendering him completely paralysed, her head smiling ended up in his lap throbbing of his stem against one of her cheeks.

‘Bet you weren’t expecting that!’ she smiled.  ‘Oh you could call for help but since we’re far away from the main Ashram in your private retreat, remember that for later, this is all you're doing.  By now you know I’m no ordinary woman with an appetite for sex and advanced yoga stills.  No to that list you can add SILVER Spy, I was sent to close this school and you of course, by any means possible, I chose this way and if you're unfamiliar with this particular knot Trident Yoga Master, it's called The Coiled Serpent.  I trust I don’t need to point out to you I’m the serpent in this little escapade.  You’ve been deemed too dangerous to ignore any longer, seems your teachings are starting to have effect.  Trident’s male agents are resisting enemy female agents sex and death knots much better and well those females you’ve taught, well we all know women are the deadlier of the two sexes and they're already lethal enough without any added skills courtesy of your teachings.  Now that almost brings you up to speed except for a few things regarding me.  First, remember that kiss we shared before our workout began. I always, as you have come to know, like to look my best and this jungle heat and humidity can play havoc with a woman's make-up,’ she smiled.

‘That kiss I gave you removed the protective layer that keeps my lipstick fresh and potent and to that end this is a new lipstick for our labs, made especially for my mission.  It looks just like my trademark orange lipstick I wore all the other days and you couldn’t get enough off in our previous workouts.  On that point thank you for the insane sex but as always it always comes down to business and you are bad for business for me and others.  But back to this frosting.  It's a blend of three things, one an arousal drug to keep you hard. I know you’ve allegedly mastered staying flaccid in a female agent's mouth, it's what’s saved you from deadly oral traps for so long, but you’ve never been in my mouth.  The second is a truth serum, very slow and so effective, by then you'll be exhausted from my techniques you’ll willingly tell me everything.  Now take a closer look at my lipstick you see those micro sparkles, billions of them, tiny nearly invisible granules, very sharp edges to them.  Our intel on you, limited as it is said that your cock and lips are coated in a very good sealant, some say unbreakable, that is what I’m going to find out.  Your lips are wonderful Raj but I prefer my more direct route hence my knot and that brings me to my final reveal.  If, as i suspect you think you can escape the knot my using our perspiration to loosen me and slip free think again, my body paint has millions of invisible barbs, oh they never penetrate the skin just grab it and hold it, no matter how wet we get,’ Carole smiled, her tongue creeping out to grasp and swath his head.  

Low gasps and grunts escaped my trapped spider, I slowed and held, soft turns and laps of my tongue.  I

would take my time, the torment was the key to getting results.  He was indeed sealed, probably by a woman trainer in the Ashram.  I could tell she was good, I searched for an unprotected or thin layer but there were none.  I settled my head and softly administered my caress letting the scrubber do its work.  That brings you up to speed so we can continue the story in real time.  At this point Raj had been three hours in my mouth and he was still flaccid, a testament to both training and our intel, however I began to detect just a twitch of movement, my scrubber starting to break through his defences.  Most men harden very rapidly to my kiss or any woman’s kiss for that matter, but Raji found and fought even as the scrubbers removed layer after layer allowing my venomous emolument to seep in and begin its work.  Cock stiffened slowly but never stopped slowly filling my mouth.  I slipped my tongue around his stem as it expanded, the feel of control and power was exquisite, two lips and tongue that’s all it took to break the yoga master of all those years of discipline.  I adjusted my head so I could watch his reactions to my sucking and stroking seeing what worked and what didn’t, eventually as expected he was a total steel rod and I released, allowing yet another further explanation and an ego deflation.

‘Hard and quivering Raj, it was worth all the effort but I need to let you in on a few little details.  First, there is no arousal drug or truth serum in my lipstick, that was all a ruse, I don’t need either of those cocktails to get you hard and keep you there and as for the truth serum, a useless add on in this case.  My lipstick was just simply a scrubber.  I believe I did say you’d never been in my mouth before we started and now here you are hard and trembling for release.  A wish I’m more than willing to grant but as the adage says, be careful what you wish for Raj.  It's pleasant for a while, but then you run low on fluid but I keep sucking and coddling, lapping, caressing, turning you over and over in my mouth your moans of joy, just so recently turn to pleas for me to stop as you will yourself to cum.  Eventually it will happen, but then what?  I’m still attached and we begin again, eventually you can’t go any longer neither can your body, at that point your body starts to shut down, slowly while I still hold you in my velvet embrace.  Now the other thing I forgot to mention is that everytime you jerk or strain your body including orgasm my knot will tighten you so you get that delicious paradigm of pain and pleasure, either one could make you talk but together they absolutely will,’ Carole explained in a cool sexy voice.  ‘Shall we continue?,’ she smiled, the tip of her tongue running up and down his shaft.  ‘Remember not to move Rai,’ she added before engulfing in fire.

It took only a minute and he climaxed, his body jerking and snapping furiously in the pleasure of the release in hopes he could pry this silver constrictress from him.  All that came in reply was a low soft long hiss, barely audible above the hidden noises emanating from the dense jungle around them.  He felt her contact, pulling him in, her body sync’d to react to his movement.

Carole used an exotic array of Oral techniques acquired over years of service.  Most were from obscure texts and manuscripts written by women and discarded by male scholars down through the years.  She had a wide variety in her personal collection.  Indian, Sri Lankan, further east into Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam then to China, Japan and Korea.  All written by women from courtesans to royalty they all shared one common element, all these women were spies and assassins who killed with or extracted information with these techniques.

The Silver seductress could sense another eruption, his stem twitched about rapidly, her tongue, just brushing it, tipped the game to her again as Raj thrust and thrust, his sweet salty taste both a surprise and a delight as she pulled and pulled his seed from while her body contracted.  Another long hiss of victory filled the pergola in the fading light of the evening.

‘You’ll be nothing but a husk if you don’t talk Raj and a crushed one at that,’ Carole softly reminded him before continuing.  

The last of the light showed a still outline of a man in a sitting position as still as possible like he was in a deep meditative state.  But entangled around this still man is something that moves, not all the time and just barely every time the man breaks his meditation, it is slow, barely noticeable, just minute contractions and undulations of legs, small tenses of its ass, ripples in its arms and a rhythmic bobbing of a head in the man's lap.

‘That’s nine Raj and still I can taste more, impressive but I have noticed you’re starting to take longer to relieve the pleasure I’m creating.  I suppose that is a good thing given how tight you are in my coils and getting tighter.  Do you want to talk yet, no, I’d hoped you would say that,’ Carole hissed as she scooped him up again and changed styles.

Raj winched in torment from her mouth, he was dripping in moisture from the heat of the jungle, her body coiled about his and his sexual frenzy.  It coated Carole as well only her paint didn’t run in reality it made her whole skin shiny and dance in the moonlight only securing in his mind what a sexy deadly female snake she was.

Carole offered just the right touch to encourage his fifteen climax, her body quivering ever inward.  She could feel him everywhere, his muscled and flexible body searching for any space her knot afforded.  She smiled at his delicious struggle, the seven hours so far she’d invested would yield results one way or another, she wanted both ways.  Younger agents would have rushed things, tried a new knot, but in releasing the prey you gave them a chance to escape or worst yet capture you, besides she knew now that he was struggling to produce the goods the bodies nature instinct was to push and thrust an outcome that would only coil her deeper in the she snake.

‘That’s the longest time so far Raj, over 45 minutes.  All that work for such little release, you're nearly dry, maybe one more then its nothing but tormenting madness.  I’ll make you an offer, a final one, if you’ll excuse the play on words.  Tell me all I want to know and I’ll end you and your torment with the most exquisite orgasm you’ve ever had.  Not much of an offer or choice but you're hardly in a position to negotiate,’ Carole said, her voice hissing the “C’s” and “S’s” to further work in his mind.

‘Your a devilish vixen,’ he panted, then thrust autonomically and was rewarded with a crushing caress.

‘Maybe so, but you still held me in all those wonderful Tantric Sex Knots.  You didn’t seem to mind the pleasure I deliver then the one I promise is much better than that, but you need to talk,’

She took him again as he twitched from the pleasure of her touch then moaned from her constricting.  Carole worked him about, still hard and still defiant but she knew this was his last before death.  Her lean slim sexy body was tight, his whole being was close to breaking, the next eruption would crush him.  

Carole took him close then backed off, then close again and backed off making a maddening promise of release close but never there.  Finely cracking his will as she knew it would.  He answered all her questions, her earrings recording everything.

When his assistant and Trident Spy herself Sita found his dead body in the morning a very satisfied smile across his face she knew what had happened, but by that time the snake had long since slithered into the jungle.  

‘Enjoy your victory Carole.  The male is the easier of the sexes to terminate and a Sri Lankan female is the apex of all predators.’