Come to your senses

The next time you open your eyes you notice that you’ve been restrained. Not by ropes, though, but by a massive amount of thin, sticky, white thread. You can just barely move your head to look around. The white thread is gluing you to the ground in the middle of some kind of primitive village in the forest. Judging by the red hue of the light breaking through the trees, it must already be late in the evening. All around you are shelters built into trees using deadwood, mud, and leaves. Monsters you initially mistake for people move from place to place: you see translucent slime people, humanoid bug people, harpies, lamias, person-shaped piles of rocks, person-shaped bundles of branches, and people with eight, beady red eyes walking around. You can also see several less-humanoid monsters around, like the fully grown versions of griffins and dire wolves, as well as ten-foot long snakes with heads as thick as your waist, spiders the size of small dogs, and foxes with glowing eyes and little horns poking out of their foreheads.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” comes a deep and distinctly feminine voice from behind. You turn your head as far to the right as you can to get a look, but there’s just more village. You turn back, and the owner of the voice is now directly in front of you, not two feet between her face and your own. She’s an incredibly beautiful woman, with amber-colored skin and hazel eyes. Her pupils are vertical slits, like a cat or a snake. Chocolate-brown hair falls straight down to just above her shoulders, and she’s wearing a plaid button-up shirt that’s open all the way down, over the top of what looks to be a random bit of white cloth wrapping around her breasts as a makeshift bra. As you trail your eyes down her figure, you see why her eyes remind you of a snake: from the hips down, her body is one long, green-scaled tail. “Like what you see?” Her teasing brings you back to reality, which makes her chuckle as she starts picking at the threads holding you in place. “Now that you’re awake, I need you to see something.”

Once you’re free, you notice that you’ve been stripped of your armored doublet, buckler, and {if@ sword = true}sword{elseif mace = true}mace{elseif spear = true}spear{endif}, leaving you with just your pants and boots. A quick check reveals that your pockets have also been looted. The sexy lamia brings you over to another clearing not too far away from the one you woke up in. Here, you see the bodies of all the griffins and dire wolves that Blythe slew have been laid out.

“I wanted you to see them all,” says the snake woman to your left. “They're just beasts to you, but to us, they're our trusted companions. They're family.”

“They attacked us,” you say. "We did what we had to."

“So you can speak.” The lamia’s human half swings in front of you. She runs a finger over your lips and up the side of your cheek and smiles. “You had me worried for a bit, not saying anything after waking up in the middle of all those monsters.” She waves at someone behind you and suddenly a group of bug people walk up to the monster corpses and begin the process of slaughtering them for their meat and hides. Your host continues to speak as you watch the work unfold: “I believe you people bury or burn your dead, right? In my family we believe in using that which is left behind. That is how we honor them.” Her hand grabs hold of your chin and forces you to look her in the eyes. “You and your friend will pay for this. My siblings and I don’t care about your excuses.”

At the mention of Blythe you realize you haven’t seen her anywhere. Is she alright? The last thing you remember is hugging her, and then someone singing. “What have you done to my friend?” you say. You want to reach out and grab hold of her shirt, to **** the answers you want out of her, but you’re extremely conscious of the large snake tail that is currently coiled around your feet. One wrong move and this lamia will squeeze all of the air out of you.

You feel her free hand reach down and cup your manhood through your pants. “What a nasty man, thinking of other women when you were so kindly ogling me before. Your elf bitch is fine. My sister is playing with her right now.” Her hand presses hard onto your dick and starts rubbing it until a nice tent grows in your pants. Her eyes become half-lidded and she shows her fangs as her mouth opens into a seductive grin. “Ooh, you’re big. I drew the lucky straw with you.”

Being sexually punished by a lamia is the last thing you want to be doing right now. Even so, there’s very little you can do against that outcome in this situation. The snake woman leads you back to the main clearing and over to one of the largest tree shelters around. She winds her way up the tree and then reaches down with her tail to pull you up after her. Inside the shelter, you can see bits of random clothes lying on the floor to act as carpeting. In one corner, you can see a pile of shed snake skin. Just as you notice it, the lamia rushes over and collects all the skin before rushing back out of the small space and disappearing. You look back outside, but there’s no safe way for you to climb down the tree. Besides, even if you left the tree, you don’t know where Blythe is, or how you would be able to find her and leave without any of the monsters noticing.

The lamia returns shortly and slithers right up to you. Placing one hand on your shoulder and the other over your cheek, she gives you a sheepish look. “You weren’t supposed to see that. I shed yesterday and didn’t get around to cleaning it up yet.” As if remembering who’s in charge in this situation, she snaps back to a look of deadly seduction. Her arms shoot out and send you flying backwards until your back hits the floor. Lowering herself down, her tits sway loosely under the white cloth as she hangs in the air above you. A hand reaches down to once again rub you fully hard, which isn’t difficult since your dick didn’t get much time to settle down.

“I’m going to have my way with you,” says the snake woman. “You’re going to worship me all night long.”