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Vic’s dream always seemed to start the same way, but where it would lead could be as fleeting as anything of which dreams are woven. Where do dreams end, and where does obsession then begin?

He had found that a double shot of Grand Marnier (rocks) around 10:30PM was best. Vic Jordan always went to bed at 11. Sound mind, sound body, and all that rot. Vic had always fine-tuned his body. Lately, his mind and habits were straying. Grand Marnier, for one thing. The dreams for another.

Settling into his cool sheets, he felt relaxation stealing over him, and he was asleep in minutes. His breathing deepened. By 11:30 it would be quickening.
It was always the same. He would feel himself settling back into the caressing arms of the woman he’d just loved, the mysterious dark, tall girl who said little… just loved him torridly, then leaned back to take his spent body into her enveloping arms to rest, her skin warm and smooth, her slowing breath hot against his ear.

Slightly behind him, her arms would tighten around him ever so slowly and tenderly. Surprisingly strong for her lithe build, she’d draw him in closer, and then roll to her back, with Vic’s body lying atop her. Her grip would shift until she held his firm biceps in her hands, her long warm fingers enwrapping them from behind, tightening again, but slowly and tenderly.

Very slowly, her long legs would begin to wrap around him from behind, her velvety smooth soles playing against the insides of his thighs. With her thighs gradually gripping his midsection more firmly, her insteps would hook against his inner legs. Before Vic knew it, his head swimming in the delight of her touch, her legs would grow firm, pushing outward against his, and trapping him there, atop her. He realized he couldn’t move his legs.

Not understanding her motive, beginning to struggle in her grasp, she would suddenly distract him by playing the tip of her tongue against his earlobe from behind… teasingly, gently, hotly. Moaning in utter delight, he fell back into her spell.

Then it comes… Her hands leave his biceps and quickly hook his arms, faster than a fleeting thought, pulling them behind him. Vic is still lost in her embrace and feels the discomfort, but smiles in spite of his growing helplessness. She pulls his arms behind him and locks them there.

A thought comes to him… he should resist, he must struggle, he must escape. But now her tongue probes into his ear more firmly, her hot breath loud, quickening. He cannot move. He doesn’t want to.

And yet to enhance the feeling, Vic begins to twist in his bed as his dream-zephyr grips more tightly, with the threat of loving him to the point of danger. His arms are completely immobile. The girl begins to pant with delight, and now his movements turn to thrashing.

Tonight the dream takes its usual odd turn, up until now it’s been hoped for, expected by Vic. But now to his surprise, another set of long lithe feminine arms erupts from nowhere and locks around his chest. Two more arms come from around him and enwrap his neck, crossing over each other. Her long legs intertwine and lock.

And they begin to squeeze… inexorably. Vic is horrified and yet fascinated at his plight. And now he realizes: he is in the steel death-grip of the multi-armed powerful goddess of death, “Kali.”

Still the lovely limbs tighten, her tongue probing, hot, into his ear, his breath coming shorter as three sets of arms and two long powerful legs constrict, his movements contained and weakening. Just as Vic feels life leaving him, feeding the horrible appetite of his staggeringly beautiful captor and torturer, he snaps up in his bed, completely awake. He is trembling, his head swimming in ecstasy coupled with fear.

*******

For days this continued. Where does obsession begin? Vic never stopped thinking about his dream-zephyr, the embodiment of the lovely but deadly Kali. Throughout the workday, he could focus only on her. He stopped working out, dating, dining out… longing for his daily dreams, his complete helplessness in Kali’s deadly pythonic sensual embrace.

He began to reach into his savings, trying to find drugs that would intensify the dreams. At first they would help, and Vic would wake each morning happier, yet all the more desperate… and exhausted. His colleagues noticed before long, and quietly avoided him. His focus at work suffered greatly. And eventually his supervisor discreetly guided him into her office and advised him that he’d either take a week off to recover from his distractions, or his employment would no longer be required, thank you very much, have a nice vacation.

Very well. Vic was turning into a bar to begin his Grand Marnier regimen, now grown to several a day, to guide him later into his Kali’s heavenly grip. He froze partly into the door. He realized there had to be more, there had to be a next step. There had to be something to bring dreams to reality. He had to FEEL, not just remember.

He had spent a drastic portion of his savings on his Kali, but he still had means, thanks to a bequest from a dotty old aunt who would have fainted away if she knew of her nephew’s obsession with the constricting sensual goddess. Vic decided to put it to use.

Vic began to comb the city’s bars… not for his nightly liquid passage into Kali’s relentless silken grip, but for an experience in this world that would be greater. Money will buy anything in the city, and with enough time and persistence, he found it.

He found it through a furtive contact in a mostly empty bar after midnight. A man suggested to him over a piss-warm half-finished beer that he could arrange anything for enough money. With a deep breath, Vic told him what he wanted.

“I want a woman… a very strong, alluring woman, to take me into her arms and legs, seduce me, and then constrict, until I’m completely helpless. I want to be crushed. Squeezed. I want to feel this forever, I want it to be unforgettable.” And then Vic confided in him about his Kali.

The rat-faced fellow nodded and smiled greedily, and told Vic that he should bring $1000 in cash, and as many traveler’s checks as he could arrange, to the same bar the following evening.
And the man assured Vic… it would be unforgettable.

Vic had braced himself with several generous helpings of his favorite libation while waiting for his new friend, Paco, to arrive. He noticed that the bartender kept glancing his way, as if he had special knowledge of what Vic and Paco had planned.

Sure enough, when out of nowhere Paco suddenly slid onto a barstool next to him, Vic’s excitement blinded him to the fact that the bartender was quietly moving away. Without a word, Vic reached into his jacket pocket and slid a small pile of $100’s to Paco. “And now my friend… your adventure begins. Follow me.”

Excitement trumps caution. His breath quickening, Vic allowed Paco to guide him toward the rear of the bar, as the barkeep busied himself at the far end of the café. Through grimy drapes in a doorway, the men passed. They continued down a long dark hallway. A remote part of Vic’s mind told him he was placing himself in harm’s way, but he had to go on. The smiling Paco gripped his arm, pressing him on, toward a door at the end of the hall.

As the door closed behind him, Vic found himself and his guide in a large dimly-lit room, with a mattress and several pillows on the floor. His liquor-dulled senses took in the presence of a very tall but solidly built woman, in a loose white robe, leaning against the far wall, and staring at him hungrily. She had long, straight black hair, flawlessly lovely dark skin, and seemed a blend of Oriental and Indian features. Gazing into Vic’s eyes without a single word, she smiled ever so slightly and raised one eyebrow. Vic felt himself becoming lost in those eyes already. His Kali. Within seconds he felt himself longing to be in her tender yet inexorable grip, thrashing helplessly in her hold of love, a hold of tenderness, and yet the erotic hold of dominance. A hold of death.

Paco silently moved to a chair, smiling and relaxing into it. “And now dear friend, you meet your Kali. Be patient. You must be prepared for her, your goddess demands it.” Paco snapped his fingers, and three small delicately-featured Oriental women slipped into the room, sheer diaphanous white robes draped loosely about them. Vic tried to greet them, but they never said a word. They softly sidled up to Vic, and tenderly yet firmly began to remove his clothes.

Vic’s fantasy flashed back to his mind, and with a smile, he began to offer very light, token resistance to their efforts. Smiling in kind, they held him in their grasp, continuing their task. Two of them gently held his arms back as the third removed his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. Happily going along with the game, Vic struggled, but only a bit. He was surprised to see how fit and strong the tiny girls were, holding him effortlessly. As the front girl began to open his belt and trousers, Vic struggled harder. It was no use, his fantasy was gaining solidity, he found that he was indeed held fast. His breath grew quicker, his excitement rising, and again his eyes fell on the tall Indian woman at the far wall.

The tiny girl before him pulled down his trousers forcibly, and Vic allowed her to remove his shoes. The other two girls continued to pin his arms back behind him. Paco’s soft voice came from across the room. “Mia, hold him while your sisters remove his jacket and shirt, we must prepare him for his Kali!”

‘Mia,’ the girl apparently in front, slid her gown off. Completely nude underneath, her tiny body was quite fit, tanned, and muscular. Without a word she slid her arms around Vic from the front, locking her hands in the small of his back, pulling him sensually into her velvety grip. Mia took a slow deep inhalation.

And then she contracted her arms around Vic like a flash, the sudden squeeze catching him completely off guard and forcing the air painfully from his lungs. His rear two captors took this chance to quickly release their own grip, and strip off his jacket and shirt. Vic started to struggle in Mia’s bearhug, but then remembered that this was a sensual game. His motions must be token resistance. He couldn’t risk injuring these lovely girls. He placed his hands on Mia’s tight arms as if to break her grip. To his surprise, he had great difficulty moving them at all. He could breathe, but couldn’t pull free.

Paco’s voice again. “And now, friend… you meet your Kali. The goddess of death. Your python goddess. Beware. If she locks her grip, you will breathe no more.”
Vic found that he didn’t mind Paco being in the room. His narrative was making his excitement rise all the more. He looked up and saw Kali approaching him slowly, sliding her robe off as she came. Mia released her grip, letting Vic catch his breath. “Watch her, doomed mortal,” said Paco, “watch as she approaches to embrace you, to coil about her prisoner… there is no escape now.” Vic marveled at his fine theatrics, Paco’s smooth dramatic touch heightened the experience for him. He had found his dream.

The three smaller girls backed off as Kali approached Vic. Step by step, deliberately. As she shed her robe, Vic saw that she had a build that was not extraordinary, yet it was amazingly sensual, thick in the right places. She was about 3 inches taller than he, with toned muscles playing under her tanned skin.

She came up to Vic and gazed down into his face, showing no expression, but exuding sheer sensuality. His senses swam. He felt himself being drawn into those dark eyes.
Kali opened her mouth slightly, leaned in, and kissed him deeply, her tongue probing at his. Her breath was sweet, her touch was silk. Part of his mind registered that her long-fingered hands circled and gripped his own biceps as they kissed. Her grip felt like steel.

“See, my ladies,” said Paco, “see how python goddess Kali draws her victim closer ever so slowly… he is meeting his doom, and yet it will be in ecstasy!”

Breaking the kiss, leaving Vic swaying in near trance, tall Kali slipped around behind him, tonguing his ear, and the back of his neck. His eyes half shut, anticipating whatever his goddess had in store for him, he heard her suddenly draw in her breath.

Then with a guttural groan of sensual excitement, Kali snapped her long arms around him from behind, locking her hands before him and trapping his arms to his sides. Delighted, Vic began to feign struggling. Tighter, tighter, her smooth flesh became a sensual vise, drawing him closer. He found himself less able to move each second, adding to his excitement, his eyes closing in sheer delight at her touch. Mia drew up close to him, a heartbeat away from his writhing body… Vic was only remotely aware of her.
And a needle slipped quickly into his bicep.

“What… what the…fu….”…. Vic opened his eyes and saw Mia backing away, with an empty syringe. Still helpless in Kali’s unrelenting steel hug, he felt himself weakening. Another sharp squeeze from Kali made the danger he was in flash to his mind. Lord, the woman’s arms were strong. Vic’s eyes flashed to the smiling Paco.

“You wanted total helplessness and submission, Señor. You now begin to have it… Feel your Kali’s grip… It will grow tighter! The drug is harmless, but it will weaken you slightly, while sharpening your awareness of the coils of your goddess!”

Vic was fully awake and aware, but his strength was fading. Kali began to increase the power of her grip. Vic gasped in a combination of fear, pain, and delight, in spite of his better sense. Behind him, he felt Kali take a deep breath, and then intensify her crushing squeeze on the exhale. He felt his air leaving his body. He tried to shake his senses clear, but he was losing his energy so quickly! Kali repeated her constricting move… again... again… her velvety arms had Vic totally helpless. And her tongue… Lord, her tongue, she kept teasing at the back of his neck with it as she held him immobile. So tight…
Mia, having discarded the syringe, moved back up to the captive, and slowly dropped his shorts. Vic’s cock was completely solid in spite of the pain of his captor’s arms. Still Kali tightened her grip.

Vic’s mind flashed back to his incessant dreams. Could this be the same girl, the same dream?

Kali opened her long lovely arms, and let him fall to the floor. Vic felt weak, barely able to raise himself up on his arms. The drug might have sapped his strength, but it didn’t dampen his overwhelming fascination with the tall goddess who had just crushed his lungs and held him as helpless as a child. Her long legs slowly walked around him, they seemed 7 feet long from his angle. Lovely sculptured feet, diamond calves, smoothed bronze thighs… was it the drug or was she more alluring by the moment?

“Now we prepare Kali’s sacrifice!” announced Paco. “Our victim must feel the love and the pain… slowly!”

Vic felt himself raised up to a sitting position. The other two girls had dropped their robes, each holding one of his arms, lifting him upright. Lovely Kali slowly sat near him. Lord, everything this goddess did was so slow, sensual, confident, deliberate…

“Please… please let it happen now… let me feel her legs around me….” he thought to himself. But Kali was not ready, she merely smiled down at him, and nodded to her lovely sisters. The three smaller girls slowly approached Vic. The tall mystical woman placed her long, high-arched foot on Vic’s chest and pinned him in place as the girls assumed positions. He gazed up at the mile-long dark limb, ran his fingers along her slender ankles, her muscular calf.

Mia sat behind Vic and moved his head up. “Oh yes,” Vic thought, a head scissor with her wonderful thighs…” But instead of locking her smooth thighs around his head, Mia hooked her left leg around and under Vic’s left arm, then repeating her move with her right leg and his right arm. He felt her locking her feet underneath his back, and cementing a leathery powerful lock on both his arms, holding them immovably, the back of his neck pressing tightly into her crotch. Mia laced her fingers under his chin, further restraining him. Vic was sad to lose his grip on Kali’s leg, but the feeling of helplessness in Mia’s silken bonds had him insanely aroused. And the goddess continued to smile down at him. Lord, he could smell her, hot, musky, a light perfume playing down from her ankle.

Paco’s deep baritone droned on, “And now Kali’s lovely minions will continue to show how helpless you are, the Goddess’s slave cannot be allowed to move in anticipation of her sacred grip!”

Mia’s two sisters slowly knelt near Vic’s legs, and wrapped theirs around his… one girl enwrapped his thighs, the other his calves, each with their own scissoring grip. The girls gently ran their fingers up and down Vic’s trapped legs, teasing, feathery-light, maddening. His cock was almost painfully hard now, the anticipation seemed to go on for long minutes. He realized he was practically incapable of any movement at all. Lord, these small girls were strong, but oh so lovely.

“Are you ready, Majesty?” purred Paco. Vic’s eyes flashed back up to his goddess, and her dark eyes and lips flashed wolfish, sensual delight.

Vic squirmed and thrashed, oh please please let it happen….. Kali slowly, insanely lowered herself to his side. One long leg slid under Vic’s back, as he accommodatingly arched his back for his python goddess. Her smooth flesh felt feverishly hot against his. Please…. Please…..

Her long right leg extended upward, she held it there, running her own fingers up and down its lithely muscled length. She slowly dropped it down onto Vic’s stomach, and his head spun at the contact it made. She locked eyes with her victim, smiled dazzlingly, and allowed her slender ankles to cross.

“You are doomed, mi pobrecito,” Paco said with feigned pity. “Now feel the mystical grip of Goddess Kali as she wrings the life from you.”

In growing ecstasy, Vic started trying to thrash in her grip, trying to make her draw her into him more tightly. Kali’s grip began to very slowly wind tighter, a fraction at a time, Vic’s senses swam. Yes, this is it, this is everything…. Harder my Goddess….. I’m yours…. The pain grew, his breath grew shallower.

“Please!!” he screamed, “let me feel her coils, let my arms go!” At a nod from Paco, Mia released Vic’s arms from the manacles of her strong thighs. Vic’s hands flashed to Kali’s anaconda-like legs, feeling their pulsing, relentless power, and she tightened them yet again. They were steel, they were marble. They were immovable. Mia changed her grip to a lotus-like grip, legs clenched about his head. Lovely as she was, Vic was totally absorbed in the death-grip of his goddess. Tighter still… tighter…

Kali smiled again, then put her head back in concentration, and straightened her legs, and they began to quiver with focused constricting power.

Then came the touch… Kali brought one of her long-fingered dark hands onto Vic’s throbbing cock, sliding down over it like a warm ring… and started to pulse her grip. Still her thighs grew tighter, and Vic was now finding it almost impossible to breathe.

Paco’s voice came again, “And now my goddess Kali, it is time. Squeeze. Squeeeze.” A maddening cadence burned through Vic’s mind in step with the tensing muscles of Kali, as she pulsed her scissoring thighs at the same time as his huge cock. Mia and the girls took up the chant, “Squeeeze…. Squeeeeze…” as they tightened their thighs rhythmically around their bound victim.

For the only time that night, Kali spoke in a husky, dominant alto… “You are mine. Give yourself to me before you die in my coils.” The leg grip tightened insanely, Kali’s fingers squeezed again, and Vic’s cock exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm just before he passed out in the encircling iron grip of Kali’s thighs, with his own scream of ecstasy echoing in his ears.

Vic awoke lying on a soft couch, draped in a robe, with the three small women tending to him, cooling his brow with soft cloths, toweling his sweating body.

His eyes caught Paco, hovering nearby. “Senor, what do you think? Was the experience not as magical as I promised?”

“It… it was the most amazing experience of my life, mi amigo, you made everything happened as I could ever have dreamed.”

“Kali is indeed magical. You may invoke the feel of her coils anytime you wish, now that you are hers,” Paco replied.

“Yes, oh yes, I want it forever, I’ll do anything!” No hesitation from Vic at all.
Paco simply smiled.

*******

His fantasy fulfilled and realized, Vic refocused on his life, his job, his fitness.

Paco had exacted another $5000 for the now captivated Vic. “For this small tribute, Kali’s magic will be with you always. Every evening, by a sympathetic spell from her Asian ancestors, you have now purchased the right to feel your goddess’s grip. When she enwinds another man, any man, in her coils as she did with you tonight, you will feel it through that man! Your fantasy will live!”

And it did. Without liquor, without obsession, Vic would fall into fits of passion most evenings, magically feeling the grip of his Kali wound irresistibly around his own squirming body, relentlessly squeezing, tightening, constricting, smothering. On other nights, when presumably Kali was not engaged with a victim, he would sleep like a baby. He never would have believed that a mystical spell like that could exist. He could never have dreamed that he’d be this fulfilled, this happy, this orgasmic.

And there was the unfortunate business of July 24th…

Vic’s boss paid him her ultimate compliment, by allowing him to conduct a critical presentation to the firm’s largest client. Vic was under tremendous stress and pressure, but he was ready to shine at this career-changing opportunity.

Miles away, Paco had made a rare daytime appointment for a very wealthy, yet terminally ill, client. For $150,000, the old man had convinced Paco to let him die in ecstasy, since his days were numbered anyway. The old man wanted to be wrung to death in the coils of Kali.

Kali and her minion Mia, slowly stripped the old fellow, as he stood throbbing in excitement. Mia slowly and methodically anointed the man with perfumed oils, even his large cock which belied his advancing years. Guiding him slowly yet relentlessly to a bed, The amazing Kali sinuously wrapped her long legs around his ribs, pinning his arms tightly to his sides. Falling into character in spite of his pleasure, in the last minutes of his life, the client began to flail and groan in the goddess’s lithe, deadly grip.

Mia slid behind the man’s head, winding her own lovely thighs around his neck in a reverse scissor grip, figure-fouring it until his face was lost in her firm alabaster flesh.

Both girls began to squeeze, tighter, tighter. The man’s legs kicked, he started to scream, yet the sounds were muffled by Mia’s imprisoning thigh flesh. And Kali’s grip constricted… again, tighter, the pressure unforgiving, as the air left his lungs and his ribs began to bend under her steel-cable leg-lock. He could no longer draw in a breath, Kali’s legs felt like a hydraulic press, Mia’s smothering, musky scent overpowered his thoughts. Kali squeezed yet again… again…

Her eyes met Mia’s, and with a nod, the goddess took a deep breath, echoed by Mia’s, and the girls wound their grip as agonizingly tight as they could, their legs quivering in focus. Pinned, helpless, immovable, their victim died in a spasm of glory as he’d never dreamed possible.

The problem was… Vic. More specifically, Vic’s spell, purchased for $5000. The sympathetic magic of his Goddess Kali, that he would feel forever.

At the climax of his presentation before a roomful of power-playing businessmen, Vic suddenly stopped talking… and grabbed his own ribs, his face twisting in shock. Gasping for air, he strode around the room, speechless, his face reddening, his hands flashing alternately to his throat and back to his ribs.

Slamming back into a wall, he screamed once, then collapsed.

As authorities questioned the horrified witnesses later, one businessman in particular had the most perplexing answer for the officers.

“Well, it was obviously a heart attack, but…. You know I couldn’t help but notice two things…

“First, it looked like his chest was somehow caving in on itself…

“…And as he died, he had the most amazing smile…”
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Well done, seriously, well done. That was brilliant. Thanks for sharing.
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Pleasure's entirely mine, mon ami.
This was inspired by a real sessioner named Kali, though I took many liberties with her (metaphorically speaking), making her of Indian descent, and a bit shorter, since Kali (NYC) is a bonafide amazon.
I deeply appreciate your kind words.
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Fantastic story! I look forward to reading more of your work.
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