Kinktober #12

This is an original story.

Desperation / Mummification

"Ladies and Gentlemen! We couldn't possibly have asked for a better day for the third annual Grand Prix Championship in... snnnnnnnake raaaaaaciiiiiiiiing!!!!!"

As excited as the announcer's message boomed across the sports stadium through his megaphones, the crowd's response couldn't possibly match his enthusiasm though it did get a round of applause at least somewhat better than one would give a golfer.

"For this momentous occasion, two... I say two of memorable champions have snnnnnaked their way out of retirement! Of course I'm talking about the young up and coming star who single handedly brought the Columbia University snake racing team strrrrrraight to the finals two years in a row.... give it up for Eeeeeeeli Pendletooooon!" The young third year student waved as the round of distinct claps surrounded him. Like all other prominent snake racers he was short with a slim waist, narrow shoulders but with thick, muscular legs, especially his thighs. He had very short blonde hair that seemed to rise and a square jaws and blueish gray eyes framed by low brows that made him appear very introspective.

"And frrrrrrrrom Wichita Falls, Texas, the victorrrr and champion of the veeeeeeeery first Grand Prix.... give it up forrrrrrr... faaaaaaaaather Luke Pignaaaaatelliiiiiiiiiiii!"

This man got significantly more applause and some cheers. He had no problem interrupting his stretching exercises to run a lap in circles to greet his fans. The smooth tan skin of the man betraying his latino origins, he had long black hair and narrow jawline, the darkness of his eyes doing nothing to obscure the fire burning within them. The smile on his face looked very natural to him, and very genuine.

As his title suggests, Luke was a catholic priest, who heard the call following a particularly brutal fight he was involved in. Before he had made a name for himself as a snake racer, but he had to put it on hold as the cloth called to him. That was the plan, were it not for the fact the orphanage his church was patronizing would be bought out and torn down in two months. When he prayed to the Lord, He sent his messenger to him in the form of his former agent. After much begging on Luke's part, his agent promised to find a sponsor that would be able to pay off the orphanage, but Luke would have to perform.

Luke had to win. It was a matter of desperation.

From a very young age it was clear it was Eli's destiny to be a snake racer, he had good fundamentals, learned the techniques easily and by god if he wasn't enjoying himself and everything about the sport. It was a safe and fun way of developing grace and agility, and to view the world from a different perspective. He would be wrapped in the soft, elastic bandage and squirm himself to his goal before anyone else in the same predicament could, and to raise the difficulty there was a curve on the way. A 25-meter dash where the participants were able to crawl, slither or squirm their way to victory, since their legs and arms were tied together and encased they were unable to walk or even crawl on their arms.

Eli even found himself a scholarship for his college, if he could forward the sport and participate in the snake race team, but due to federal legislation his scholarship was revoked before his first year was over and he had to seize his career in snake racing in order to get a job to pay for his tuition. But this was his third year, and by god he has one chance to show everyone what he was made of... to show himself what he was made of... and he was confident he would not disappoint.

They have all made their ways to the finals. This one race was going to determine who will be the Grand Prix champion. It wasn't going to be an easy task, however, for they were up against Donna Haddad... from Egypt. Egypt! The sport had only been in America for about sixty years, but over there they had been undulating since time immemorial.

She had a modest but perky pair of A-cup breasts which she more than made up for with her wide hips and shapely ass. Even though women had a far easier time with snake racing due to their center of gravity being focused lower on their bodies, the Grand Prix held a single event for all participants regardless of gender.

It goes without saying this spunky young woman was the up and coming star of the snake racing world, only eighteen years old and a role model for women and Americans with foreign backgrounds alike.

"All participants get rrrrrrrrrrrready!!" the participants dressed down until they were only in the equivalent of bathing suits, then after taking a final clunk of water they held their legs together and their arms across their chests with their fists clenched. Their teams began the mummification of their respective athletes, thoroughly wrapped their employers in the elastic tapes as fast and as thoroughly as they could; three layers around both their limbs proper and their joints; all the way up to their necks. Moving their limbs in this was fairly easy, but would be met with resistance if they kept their body in that position. Moreover their arms were completely suspended, and for practical purposes they had a single leg that could be moved by their toes, feet, ankles, knees and pelvises... and of course their waists, sort of like a snake.

The teams painted the correct numbers on the backs of their athletes, and after being inspected by the Grand Prix officials they are carried to their starting positions, where the participants enter their starting positions. While Luke and Donna both folded their waists close to their knees and pushed their butts up in the air, Eli just leaned his chest against the ground with a slight tilt to his back, his knees perpendicular to the ground, facing a slight angle to his lane.

"Ready... set... go!" As the gun of the judge went off, Donna and Luke catapulted themselves and run off at impressive speeds!

But Eli... Eli used his chest and knees like a pair of legs to move like a person rather than the up and down slithering of Luke and the horizontal slithering of Donna.

Eli, that crazy bastard... he used the trump card he has saved for the finale. He had been absent for two years now, so while he could get into shape in the months before the Grand Prix, there was no way he could achieve the same fundamentals that brought him as far as he did. So his training would primarily focus on mastering the technique that was only a theory up until that point. Mimicking the movements of the sidewinder, the fastest of all snakes and he most adept at moving across sandy surfaces. The crowd doesn't believe its eyes! For the first time ever, they have a sidewinder amongst their ranks! A successful sidewinder, as he gets a very early lead and is way ahead of his competition.

Of course he knew he couldn't use this technique for long. It took all his concentration and all of his stamina, and soon he swapped to the up and down catapulting. This was the chance for Luke and Donna to catch up, just before the curve!

Amongst his high school mates, Eli never had to worry about being a bit sore on the curve, but in professional circles this proved to be a deal killer. While he changed up his techniques, and he struggled with the curve, his competition already caught up to him. Moreover Eli was exhausted, but he had to try... he needed to try harder!

Just before the finish line the three of them were almost the same distance from it. Luke squinted his eyes... and thought about the orphans who relied on him. The ones who loved him, and the ones he loved. God... give me strength, he thought... and with a second wind he started to crawl faster towards the finish line, just a bit ahead of the others....

But Donna flipped over and rolled the last lane, using the momentum gained to propel herself the last length before her trajectory became awkward. Because of that move she managed to finish just before Luke did.

...at least they tried.

"And the winner and Grand Prix Champion is.... Donnaaaaaaa Haddaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!"

The crowd went wild! Donna rolled around a single point at her feet in triumph, before she had to stop out of dizziness and exhaustion. Her team had to help her out of the bandages quickly seeing as she is now over-exhausted and quite hot in that encasement. Donna was blushing and needed help to get her back on her feet, before quickly being given a water bottle to spray into her mouth.

The others also got a similar treatment. A dizzying, harrowing experience that takes a toll on your stamina and sanity... but once you finish and get out of the cuccoon you will feel like a new man.

After all other participants had finished and everyone dressed up, the three athletes were shown to the podium where they were given their trophies. The highest podium in the center was for Donna herself. She bowed herself so the officials could give her the gold medal around a blue ribbon, Luke being given the silver with a green ribbon and Eli the red ribbon bronze medal. The audience hold their applause for the national anthem, before they erupt in applause as the athletes leave.

"Miss Haddad." Luke said as they met on the benches, "I am honoured to have faced such a worthy opponent. Perhaps if my intentions would have been sincere towards the sport and not an instrument to my own wishes, I would have been a challenge worthy of you."

"You kidding me!?" Donna said, "You guys were like devils! I had to use all the tricks in my sleeves just to keep up with you! It was anyone's race, I tell ya!"

"I appreciate your praise. I suppose this event has lit in me something I thought long dead. I came here to raise money to save the orphanage my church patronizes. I am happy to say that with second place my sponsor will award me almost enough funds to secure the orphanage and save the children. I hope that charity runs my colleagues are raising will suffice to secure the full funding."

"I'll be more than happy to chip in." Donna said.

"Yeah me too." Eli said, "I guess I didn't quite make the cut... but when it mattered I at least broke my own record. Guess I don't have what it takes to compete with professionals... but I have an education, a life ahead of me and these wonderful memories behind me. I'm honoured to leave this glorious sport to the new people before me. Thank you so much for today."

Donna and Eli hug, and the both of them exchange hugs with Luke as well.

That day came to live inside the memory of everyone concerned long after, but there were other days worthy of the history of the annals of the sport.