21 comments/ 88193 views/ 68 favorites Naga Special Massage By: manyeyedhydra The address was a little way out of the town centre. Ken Stoker stood outside a plain wooden door set in the back of a nondescript building. Tattered scraps of faded material hung down between the metal framework of an old awning above the door. Behind him was a builder's yard. On either side of him the road ran past old industrial plots, their red brick buildings slowly decaying from neglect. This area had seen better days. The door was slightly ajar. Ken pushed it open, feeling some trepidation. On the other side a short corridor terminated in another door. Ken walked up to it and pushed the button of a buzzer. He heard the outer door creak as it started to close behind him. Shadow poured into the narrow corridor and Ken felt his chest tighten. He turned and watched the door swing shut. It stopped before closing all the way, letting in a small chink of light from outside. Not enough. Ken still felt confined, trapped. His finger was already jabbing back towards the buzzer when he heard the inner door click open in front of him. He walked through into a spacious reception area. Comfortable looking sofas lined the walls. A water cooler stood in the corner, flanked by two potted plants. The only piece of furniture that hinted at the true nature of the building was the TV. Currently it was showing a hardcore porn movie. A plump woman with an overly made-up face sat behind the receptionist's counter. "Can I help you dear?" she asked. "I'm...um...Ken Stoker," he answered. "I think I have an appointment." The only other person in the room was a slender young blonde girl in tight white pants and top. She was sitting on one of the sofas and filing her nails. She looked up at Ken and smiled, flashing long false eyelashes. "Oh yes, so you do," the receptionist said. "We were told to look out for you." She came out from behind the counter. "Follow me. We've already prepared a room for you." She led him down a small corridor. The first door was open and behind it was a tidy little kitchen space. The second door was closed. Ken heard loud moans--of pleasure rather than pain--coming from the room behind it. The receptionist saw his astonished expression and smiled. "I take it this is the first time you've visited an establishment like this," she said. Ken nodded. The receptionist chuckled. "Amanda is going to have fun with you." "Um...would it be possible to get the massage only?" he asked. "Of course sweetie," the receptionist replied. "No one's going to make you do anything you don't want to. Officially, we only offer massages anyway," she added with a cunning little wink. "If you change your mind and decide you want something extra, discuss it with Amanda in the room." The last door on the left was ajar. Through the door Ken saw a luxurious bedroom with a little en-suite shower cubicle in the corner. He expected the receptionist to lead him through into this room, but instead she opened the door opposite onto a small flight of wooden stairs leading downwards. She flipped a light switch and started down the steps. Ken paused at the threshold. The stairway seemed awfully narrow. Realising she wasn't being followed, the receptionist stopped and looked back up at Ken. "Are you okay, dear?" she asked. "I'm claustrophobic," Ken said, feeling sheepish. "I get panic attacks in enclosed spaces sometimes." Understanding dawned on the receptionist's face. "I'm sorry," she said. She started to head back up the stairs. "We can use one of the other rooms." "No, it's okay," Ken replied. The walls of the stairway seemed to throb and constrict before him, closing like the gullet of a great beast. Come on, he thought. It's only stairs leading down to a converted cellar, not some gothic dungeon at the dark centre of the world. Actually, there might be a dungeon down there, he thought with wry humour. This could be that kind of place. He looked at the walls. They were covered in lurid pink and darker pink striped wallpaper. At regular intervals there were photographs of models in various lewd poses. It brought home just how ridiculous his terror was. He placed a foot on the first step and started down the stairs. "I bet that's the first time you've seen a grown man trembling in fear at a narrow stairway," Ken said. "Irrational fear's a horrible thing," the receptionist said. "My great aunt was agoraphobic. She never left her house once in the last twenty years of her life. It might as well have been her prison." "Screaming fits in elevators are very poor at securing second dates," Ken said. "It's why I'm here...I think," he added. "Ah, she's a canny one, that one," the receptionist said. "She's got a really good understanding of what makes people tick." She had an unconventional approach to therapy, to say the least. Ken remembered his surprise when he'd seen the address she'd passed him. "But isn't this a...?" he'd said. "Yes, and it's exactly what you need right now," she'd answered in a tone that brooked no further debate. "She's very big on the importance of proper relaxation," Ken said to the receptionist as he returned to the present. "It takes the mind off things," the receptionist said. "Why, if this was twenty years ago you'd be too busy staring at my sexy little behind to worry about any silly little fears." She gave her wobbly butt a shake that brought a smile to Ken's face. "Of course, there's been a few too many years--and cakes--since then," she laughed. They reached the bottom of the stairs and the receptionist took him through into one of the rooms. It wasn't a dungeon, but the room was still a little strange. There was no bed Ken could see. Instead there was a sunken depression in the centre--like the room had once housed a shallow bath or pool--filled with a large round mat or mattress. The mattress was covered in furs and silken cushions. The walls were hidden behind curtains of gaily coloured silks. Low lamps in the corners illuminated the room with a soft orange glow. For its location and odd appearance the room still managed to seem luxurious, sensuous and thankfully spacious. "Give me a mo." The voice came from an en-suite bathroom to the right of the door. "I'll be right out." "It's twenty and whatever you agree on with Amanda," the receptionist said. "Oh...sure," Ken said, fishing out his wallet and handing her a crisp twenty pound note. The receptionist flashed him a playful wink before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. "Take your clothes off," Amanda called out from the bathroom. "I'll be ready in a minute." Ken did as he was told, hanging his trousers and shirt over the back of an old wooden chair. He wondered what she looked like. She had a sexy voice, with a soft accent he couldn't quite place, completely unlike the coarse city accent he'd expected. He took off his underwear and walked into the centre of the room. The matting was soft and deeper than it looked. It felt very much like a comfortable bed beneath his naked feet. He sat down. The mat didn't have as much spring as a bed, but it was thick enough that he couldn't feel the hard floor beneath his buttocks. "Coming right out," Amanda called out. Ken felt a little thrill of anticipation. He wasn't sure why. When he thought of massage parlours he pictured coarse women with big tits and too much make up, or skinny illegal immigrants with haunted eyes. His imagination was having no truck with that though, and was currently conjuring up images of sexy buxom beauties. To be honest, Ken hoped she was fairly ordinary looking. He was just here for the massage. He had no intention of paying for sex. Even if she happened to be fabulous looking. Amanda happened to be fabulous looking and then some. Or at least half of her was. Her skin was a rich Mediterranean shade of olive. A lovely pair of full breasts bounced above a trim stomach. A bright green emerald was studded in her naval. Her eyes were the same shade of green and almost as bright. Viridian lipstick added sparkles to full, kissable lips. Her luxuriant black hair was cut in a Cleopatra style with a short fringe and long straight wings that fell down onto her shoulders. It framed a face that could have belonged to a top Bollywood actress or maybe even an exotic Arabian princess right out of legend. If that had been all, Ken might have kicked his 'massage only' intentions right out of the window. He had his principles, but he was still a red-blooded male. Gorgeous princesses like this were not girls you could say no to. If that had been all... Above the waist she was a sex goddess, an absolute knockout. Below the waist she wasn't human. What should have been her legs instead merged into a long snake-like body covered in green and brown scales that glittered in the light like polished copper or bronze. Her lower half was a snake. Ken jumped back in alarm, scarcely believing what he was seeing. Was this some kind of hallucination? "Mmm, and what tasty little morsel has been sent my way?" the monster said. Ken backed away on the mat. He glanced around. It was exactly as he dreaded. The only exit was through the same door he'd entered by and the monster was between him and that. The snake part of her body was enormous. It was thicker than any python or boa constrictor he'd ever seen at a zoo and he couldn't see the end of it as the tail still extended back into the en-suite bathroom. Maybe her massive size might work in his favour. She didn't look like she was that manoeuvrable. Ken crouched down, preparing to spring either left or right. "So you want to play," the monster said with a smile. She crouched down as well, arms outstretched as if waiting to tackle him. And tackle him she nearly did. Ken dived first to the left and then to right and on both occasions she moved to block him, her body slithering over the floor like quicksilver. So much for thinking her large body would make her cumbersome. Ken continued to back away while she advanced on him. He was conscious he was running out of room. "This is fun," the monster said. A forked tongue flickered between her full lips. What the fuck was she? Ken had a sudden idea. He changed his stance to look more relaxed. "That's a very sexy body you've got there," he said. "Why thank you," the snake girl said, dropping her guard. Now. Ken dropped his shoulder to make it look like he was going to dash to the right and instead sprang to the left. It was like selling a dummy to a lumbering defender on a Saturday afternoon football pitch and it worked just as well. The snake girl bought it completely as she leaned to her left and Ken left her for dead as he dashed around her other side. Unfortunately, the snake girl had something no lumbering central defender possessed—a tail. She flicked out and casually slapped him back into the centre of the room. The breath whooshed out of Ken's body. It was like running full tilt into a waist high iron railing. He crashed back, momentarily stunned. Before he could recover he felt her tail slip around him. The next moment the room was spinning as she wound him back into the thick coils of her body. "Got you," the monster girl's voice chimed in triumph. Got him? No! Her thick muscular coils wrapped all around his body. They were pressing down on him. Crushing him. Panic surged through Ken. He couldn't move. His arms were pinned firmly to his sides as she wound her sinuous body tightly around him. Ken's heart pounded in his chest. Couldn't breathe. "Hey," the girl said. Can't breathe. Got to get away. Can't. Trapped. Panic ignited in Ken. He started hyperventilating. His chest tightened. Her remorseless coils were squeezing the breath and life out of him. "Hey," the girl repeated. Ken didn't hear her. Can't breathe. The walls were closing in. Falling down on him. Crushing him. Suffocating. Her coils squeezing him. His rib cage on the verge of shattering. Trapped. "This should get your attention," the girl chuckled. She pressed her bosom down over his face. Ken's heart rate shot even higher. Blood pounded through his ears like the beats of a massive drum. No light. Trapped. Tiny space. Something smothering him. Blocking off his air. His heart screamed in his chest like the final metallic death wail of a piece of machinery pushed far beyond its limits. Trapped. Smothered. Crushed. Suffocating. "Oh shit! He's claustrophobic, remember. Stupid, Amanda, stupid." The smothering obstacle was removed from Ken's face. Still he couldn't breathe. The panic had taken hold of his lungs. He continued to hyperventilate, breath rushing in and out far too fast for his body to extract any oxygen from it. "No, no. Don't you dare die on me!" Amanda said. She leaned close, pursed her moist lips and exhaled a cloud of pink smoke into Ken's face. "Inari will make me into a pair of matching snakeskin boots and gloves." Ken's face was enveloped by a cloud of sweet perfume. It passed down into his lungs and immediately soothed his spasming airways. Ken began to breathe more easily and as a result took in more of the lulling scent. The perfume, drug, whatever he'd inhaled, entered his bloodstream and flowed right to his heart, where it seemed to wrap his stuttering organ in a soft cocoon that slowed frantic, arrhythmic beats back down to steady pulses. He calmed down. Amanda's exhalation continued to work through his body, sinking all the way down until Ken felt a pleasant tingling sensation in his balls. He felt a little fuzzy. His vision was a little hazy, like the soft focus filters used with hot actresses in 80's films. He also felt a little horny. Looking at a naked girl with a lovely pair of breasts probably helped. Her tongue, forked like a snake's, slipped out between her full lips and tasted the air. It cracked the spell and reminded Ken she wasn't human. He became aware again of her lower body wrapped around him like the coils of a monstrous serpent, squeezing him, crushing— No, it wasn't. Not really. His arms were pinned at his side, but there was no pressure on his chest. He could breathe in and out without any problems. "Are you okay?" the monster asked. She looked genuinely concerned. Ken didn't really know how to answer that one. He was trapped in the coils of a gigantic snake that felt powerful enough to squeeze the life out of him at any moment. "What are you?" he asked. "That's complicated," the girl replied. "In your myths creatures like me are called naga or lamia and that's as good a name as any." She smiled. "Mostly I prefer to be called Amanda," she said. "You're Ken?" she asked. Ken nodded, about the only movement he was capable of at the moment. "What do you want with me?" he asked. Amanda looked puzzled and then laughed. "I thought you already knew the answer to that." Ken blanched as a cold shiver of fear ran through him. So she was going to kill and eat him after all. "Stop being silly," Amanda said, noticing Ken's ashen colour. "Your massage. You know, the one you've already paid for." "Massage?" "I give a wonderful body-to-body massage," Amanda said. "It helps when you've got a body as flexible as mine." Ken felt motion all around him as her sinuous body rubbed up against and squeezed him. He was upright, but her coils supported his body completely. He wasn't even sure if his feet were touching the floor. Her scaly skin felt smooth against his naked skin and her body was warm not cold like he imagined a reptile's to be. Her coils gripped parts of his body and gently twisted and pulled, manipulating the muscles beneath. "My, there's a lot of tenseness I'm feeling here," Amanda said, concentrating while she flexed the muscles along the length of her body. It wasn't hands, but Ken did feel a force pressing against his flesh. Her coils squeezed and rolled against him, kneading the muscles of his back. It wasn't just his upper back; he felt her touch all over his body, like being worked on with multiple hands simultaneously. It felt pretty good, like receiving relaxing physiotherapy after a football match. "I suppose I did frighten you half to death," Amanda smiled, giving him a wide smile. She had fangs. Long, horror movie vampire fangs. Ken went white. "Oh stop worrying!" Amanda said. She gave him a playful squeeze all over that didn't help matters at all. "I'm not going to eat you." Ken didn't know what to make of this. It couldn't be possible, right? There was no way he could be wrapped up in the coils of a girl that had the lower body of a giant snake. "I'm hallucinating, aren't I?" he said. "No," Amanda replied. "But if it helps, you can imagine I wrapped a sheet around your body and hypnotized you into thinking it's the coils of a giant snake." "Did you?" "No, but you're going to be so busy wondering whether this is all one big mind screw it will keep you quiet while I squeeze all the tension out of you." She was certainly right about that. Ken didn't know what to think. She continued to rub the loops of her body against him, working and kneading his tissues. She concentrated her attentions on his spine, rubbing her scaly body against each vertebrae. "Your back could use some work," Amanda said. That was all the warning Ken got before she gripped his torso tightly and wrenched him in competing directions. His spine was tugged straight and he felt an odd rippling sensation as she used her body to nudge against each vertebrae in sequence. Despite the size of her body, she manipulated each bone with delicate precision, carefully bringing each vertebrae back into alignment. The initial force was jarring, but afterwards his back felt good, really good, like he'd just shrugged off an enormous burden he hadn't even been aware he was struggling under. "I really should charge extra for the chiropracty," Amanda said. She shifted position and her body slithered around his left leg. She stretched the limb out straight and then her coils formed cuffs that rubbed up and down his thigh and calf, smoothing out the muscle underneath. "Nice legs," Amanda commented. "You keep these in good shape." "I referee kid's football matches up on Lambton Park every weekend," Ken said. "Lots of running around." "Lambton Park? That's a rough area," Amanda commented. "Yeah, a lot of disadvantaged kids," Ken said. "Getting them out on the pitch is good though. Gives them something to do and keeps them out of trouble." "I bet keeping them in line is a real handful," Amanda said. She released his left leg and coiled her body around his right leg. "Heh, you wouldn't believe the gobs on some of them," Ken said. "Oh, I know," Amanda said. "Some of the girls pass through here from time to time." "They're mostly good kids," Ken said. It felt strange to have such a normal everyday conversation with a creature out of myth. "They just need a little discipline," Amanda said with a smile. Ken noticed how her green eyes flashed as she mentioned discipline. "Are you ticklish?" Amanda asked. She didn't wait for an answer. Instead the tip of her tail started to tickle the exposed sole of Ken's foot. He squirmed helplessly in Amanda's coils as her tail teased him. "Hee hee, thought so," Amanda giggled. She didn't tease him for long before shifting position again. Her coils relaxed and their weight settled around Ken. She twisted round Ken until she was behind him and low enough so that the back of his head rested against the soft pillows of her breasts. Her hands came around and massaged his temples. Around him her muscular coils gently undulated and squeezed. "How does that feel?" Amanda whispered in his ear. "Nice," Ken replied. It felt wonderful. Her attentions had left him feeling warm and floppy. He sank back in her coils and basked in the feeling as her motions slowly caressed his back and shoulders. Her fingers kneaded the muscles of his jaw and gently rolled his head from side to side to loosen his neck muscles. Her fingers slid up through his hair and he closed his eyes in pleasure as she massaged the back of his head. Naga Special Massage "Relaxed?" Amanda breathed. "Yes," Ken sighed. "I think it's time to talk about extras." Amanda twisted him back around until he was facing her again. The full curves of her dusky breasts hovered right before his face. "Extras?" Ken queried. "Fun," Amanda elaborated with a mischievous smile. Ken knew what she meant. That put him in a dilemma. Her upper body was jaw-droppingly beautiful. Was he going to violate his own morals? Could he? She wasn't exactly human. "I have a confession," Amanda said with a sly smile. "I'm a terrible control freak. There's one thing I find more fun than anything." She pressed Ken's face into her cleavage and rubbed the soft globes of her breasts against his face. Ken felt a sudden constriction across his chest. It was a powerful muscular tightening sensation that grew in strength. "I really love breathplay," Amanda said, her eyes twinkling. Ken's lungs deflated as he wheezed out a stale breath. His chest fell and her coils immediately tightened to occupy the space his falling chest had left behind. Amanda looked down at him and her bright eyes flared. She licked moist lips. Ken only managed a shallow little breath. His chest could only rise a little as her coils tightened around him. He expelled that breath and her body squeezed down even tighter. "Mmm. What greater control can there be than deciding when and if your victim can draw their next breath." Her face was serene as she flexed her muscles and her body squeezed tighter and tighter. Ken couldn't breathe at all. Her coils were pressed tightly all around his chest. His rib cage couldn't move. His lungs couldn't expand. He couldn't inhale. She was squeezing him to death. The image of her coils constricting and constricting until his rib cage cracked and the splintered bones slashed through his lungs entered his mind and refused to leave. Panic erupted throughout his body. This time he really couldn't breathe. Amanda pressed her body forward, smothering his face in her generous cleavage. Suffocating...no! Ken thrashed his head from side to side. He had to get free. Must be free! Must breathe! Suddenly the constricting force was gone and Ken was lying back on her slack coils. She put her hands on either side of head, holding it still while she pressed her luscious lips against his in a kiss. Ken's panic subsided as Amanda moved her lips against his and her tender tongue flicked against his. "Sorry," Amanda said as she broke off the kiss. "Too soon. You're not ready for this kind of play." "My fault," Ken said. He realised now she was only playing and meant him no harm. "That's quite a bad case of claustrophobia you've got there," Amanda commented. "Yeah," Ken said. "I've been stuck with it ever since I did a stupid dumb thing as a kid. I was lucky not to die, so I suppose an inconvenient phobia is a small price to pay." They'd been playing in a building they shouldn't. It had fallen down. It was so long ago Ken's memories of it were hazy. The only tangible thing left was this damn terror of confined spaces. "We'll beat it," Amanda said, kissing him on the cheek. "I'm really good at this. That's why Inari sent you to me." "You have an unusual office for a therapist," Ken said. "You should see my other room," Amanda said. "It's a dungeon," she whispered in his ear. That knowledge didn't surprise Ken much. He suddenly jolted upwards as he felt a tickling sensation against the underside of his balls. The tip of her tail, he realised. "Now about those extras..." Amanda said, pouting her luscious, full lips. The tip of her tail slithered up and coiled around his cock. "I think it's time we fucked." she said. Her tail gave his dick a little pump. Ken hesitated. It wasn't her alien appearance; her upper half was easily gorgeous enough to compensate for her exotic lower half. It was the knowledge he was paying for sex. Creature of myth she might be, it didn't change the fact he was about to give her money so he could fuck her. She sensed his reluctance, but her tail continued to playfully squeeze his growing cock. "I sense some hesitancy," she said. "It's not a lack of attractiveness. I can tell from your breathing and the excitement of your little man you'd like to fuck me, so it's not that." She lazily pumped his cock with her tail. "Inari did say you were single, but these things can change. No, I don't think so. Not this time. You wouldn't have responded to my kiss the way you did if you were worried about being faithful to a new sweetheart. Correct?" Ken nodded. Her tail, coiled around his cock, was rather...arousing. "Hmm, so that leaves..." She looked down at Ken and flashed him a smile. "You're not trying to be one of those silly gentlemanly types, are you?" "I'm not totally comfortable with the idea of paying for it," Ken said, his cheeks reddening. Amanda laughed. Her body moved--lightning fast--and once again Ken was wrapped up in her constricting coils. This time Amanda was also wrapped up in them with him. She embraced him with her arms around his back and her soft breasts pressed up against his chest. Her serpentine lower half encircled both of their bodies. "You misunderstand, Mr Stoker," Amanda said, her emerald eyes sparkling. "You're not paying for sex; sex is your payment for my therapy." A muscular coil constricted around their waists, squeezing them together. Ken felt his cock plunge into a warm, moist and tight orifice. That answered the question of whether she had the appropriate machinery. More than answered. The inside of her pussy was ridged, heightening his pleasure as his cock slid into her slippery vagina. "Relax," Amanda whispered, her flickering tongue tickling his earlobe. "You don't have to do anything at all." Ken wasn't about to do anything. He couldn't anyway. She moved for both of them. Her coils tensed and relaxed around them, forcing him to thrust in and out of her juicy pussy, those soft ridges within her driving him crazy as they rubbed down his shaft. "I did warn you I was a control freak," Amanda chuckled dirtily in his ear. Ken wasn't complaining. It meant he could lean back and totally luxuriate in the pleasure as her sinuous body squeezed against his buttocks, driving his cock deeper into the lush warmth of her vagina. Amanda put her hands on either side of Ken's head and planted her soft lips on his for a luxurious kiss. Ken did...well Ken did nothing. His arms were pinned at his side. He moved his lips against hers and lost himself in the pleasures of her embrace. All of Amanda's coils were in motion now, squeezing and rubbing against him. That he was all wrapped in up her constricting coils didn't unnerve him at all. The pleasures of her body took his mind off it completely. Amanda thrust against him harder and faster. He felt the increasing moistness of her pussy as her arousal grew. He wasn't far either. Those fleshy ridges along the wall of her vagina made the sensation of thrusting back and forth into her incredible. He felt a tickling sensation on the underside of his balls and realised she was teasing him with her tail again. Again and again he plunged into her. He couldn't hold on for much longer. "I'm coming," he whispered against her supple lips. Her snake-like lower body constricted hard around them, jamming their bodies tight together. His cock plunged all the way into her quivering warmth and she held him tight against her body. Oh fuck. They weren't ridges. They were like the scales a snake has on its underside to allow it to move, but soft like rubbery flanges. He felt them stroke and brush against his cock of their own accord. She held him deep within her as those wonderful flanges stroked and tickled his cock into ecstatic submission. Ken stood no chance of holding out against that. He let out his pent-up breath in a gasp and ejaculated deep within her undulating pussy. Her inner flanges continued to brush and stroke against him, milking stronger and stronger spurts of semen from his cock until completely spent, Ken let his head tip forward to rest on Amanda's shoulder. Even with Amanda doing all the work, he still felt out of breath from the force of the orgasm. He rested in her embrace, enjoying the warmth of her naked flesh against his. "Oh yes," Amanda murmured in his ear. "That was delicious." She suddenly leaned back and looked at Ken, her eyes bright. "You're not doing anything that involves heavy exercise for the next few days? No football matches or anything like that?" "Er...no. Why?" Ken asked. "Good," Amanda replied. That was all the answer Amanda gave him as her tail suddenly whipped around his upper body. His cock was still nestled inside her pussy as she coiled her lower half around his chest and stomach and tipped him back until he was lying flat. "What I'm about to do is a little naughty, so don't tell anyone, okay. Especially not Inari," Amanda said as she stared down at him. His body was totally cocooned in her coils. Amanda murmured words in a language that sounded older than Christ and fouler than the dankest sumps of hell. Her eyes flared with purple light as darkness seemed to clot and coalesce in the air behind her. She held out her hands and continued to chant. Sigils etched in glowing purple light flashed along the length of her body. Ken felt fear then. Primal fear that clutched his heart and squeezed it between icy talons. Not creature of myth; demon. The coils around his body constricted and squeezed. Tighter, tighter, tighter; beyond the point they should have choked off his breath; beyond even the point they should have crushed his bones. Amanda loomed over him, arms outstretched, eyes glowing like a demon's as she whispered words that screamed abomination right to the depths of Ken's soul. Soul. That's what her coils were squeezing. His soul. His cock was still buried deep within the hot sheath of her vagina. The squeezing action of her coils had forced his blood down into his erection and he was rock-hard and throbbing. Those soft scales within her pussy were once again rubbing against him, stroking him to indescribable levels of bliss. Ken gave a long, drawn out groan as he came inside her, repeating far faster than he ever thought himself capable of, and this time with an ejaculation that seemed to have no end. "More!" Amanda cried, her whole body shuddering with orgasmic pleasure. Her eyes blazed with purple fires. Then she really began to squeeze him. He should have finished ejaculating by now, but she kept squeezing him and he kept coming, as if his cream was icing being wrung out of a bag. Tighter and tighter her body squeezed and more and more cum spurted from Ken's cock. The pleasure kept growing and growing. He couldn't take it any more. Too much. Overloading him. Overlo... Ken toppled backwards into a darkness that reached up to embrace him. * * * * Ken came to on a bed made out of loops of Amanda's body. Her upper body was leaning over him as she massaged his back and shoulders with her hands. "Mmm, you tasted so delicious I had to have more," Amanda said. "What did you do to me?" Ken asked. His nerves were still tingling from the aftermath. "I drained some of your energy with a sexual soul squeeze," Amanda said. "Don't worry," she said, feeling the sudden tension between his shoulder blades and immediately setting her fingers to work on it. "You'll feel a little weak for the next couple of days, so don't exert yourself, but after that you'll be perfectly fine." Her hands moved up and down his back with light chopping motions. "Did you enjoy it?" she whispered in his ear. "It was intense," Ken replied. Was that what they meant by mind-blowing sex? His memories of it were more like jumbled up fragments of a puzzle. "Well let's keep it as our little secret," Amanda said. "I'm not supposed to be using any dark sex magic." Her hands moved up to his neck and she kneaded the muscle underneath with circular motions of her thumbs. Ken luxuriated in her attentions. "You did well," Amanda whispered, close enough for her warm breath to tickle his ear lobes. "I think we'll be ready for a little light breathplay by our third session. You'll enjoy that." She reached between his legs and gave his cock a playful squeeze. Her hands continued to roam across Ken's naked back. "I'm not going to remember this," Ken said. "I'm not going to remember you, not the real you as you are now." Amanda stopped massaging him. She turned him over so he was lying on his back and staring up at her bright green eyes. Her expression was unreadable, although there was a little smile on her lips. "No one talks about gorgeous girls with the lower halves of snakes hiding out in the basements of massage parlours," Ken continued. "Those stories don't exist. Not even in the Sunday Sport." Amanda smiled at a secret she wasn't about to share. "You don't exist to the rest of the world," Ken continued. "That can't be an accident." Amanda lay down and embraced him. She pursed her lips and exhaled a cloud of pink perfume into Ken's face. His head was enveloped in the scent of summer blossoms laced with the heady aroma of sinful incense. Thoughts flew apart and swirled to the floor like the first snows of winter. "Very perceptive," Amanda murmured in his ear, her soft words burying him in a thick layer of eiderdown. "You won't remember me, not as I am. Instead you'll remember receiving a wonderful massage and sex from a lovely human girl that looks just like me. And you'll come back again because she's helping you overcome your crippling claustrophobia." Ken was sinking back into a deep, soft bed. His eyelids felt weighed down by anchors. "You don't remember what happened in that collapsing old house. You only remember the terror at being trapped alone in the darkness and the guilt, because you were older than them and should have dissuaded them from going in. It was you who saved them as that floor fell in. Without you those two boys would have most likely died. I saw; I tasted your soul. "Inari sent you to me for a reason. You're a good person. Existence may not care either way, but there are those of us that have come to understand that the good must not go forgotten and unrewarded if this world is to survive." Amanda whispered more alien words and exhaled another cloud of soporific perfume into Ken's face. His eyes closed and he drifted off into a comfortable darkness. * * * * "So how was it?" his therapist, Inari Kitson, said on the phone. Ken was a little embarrassed to talk about it. "It was...good. Not at all what I was expecting," Ken said. He was still amazed he'd actually had sex with his masseuse. He hadn't intended to go that far, but it had seemed sort of...right. "See, I told you. She's a lovely girl. I knew you'd get on well together." Amanda was bright, bubbly and a lot of fun. It had been a lot of fun. Ken didn't feel dirty, or unclean, or like he'd taken advantage of her, or any of the other negative emotions he associated with massage parlours and paying for it. It had been fun. Just that, fun. And he couldn't wait to go back. "It was good, but how is this supposed to help my claustrophobia again?" Ken asked. That did puzzle him. "You should trust your therapist," Inari said, curt but with good humour. "Sex is nearly always the best therapy."