The Dance of Death
Date: 12/17/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bestiality, Bondage and restriction, Death, Female solo, Horror, Written by women, Author: curiositykilledthecat, Rating: 71.9, Source: sexstories.com
Ella left the rehearsal frustrated and sweating. She hadn't been able to do precisely what they asked; it was just new and strange to her, and she had been nervous, scared and a little stiff (partly because she was both aroused... and mortified by her own arousal) and overall not her best. She decided at the end that she could use some extra time to work on the piece alone, with all of the equipment. Then tomorrow, she would come in an surprise everyone with how far she had come seemingly overnight. The night before she had snuck in and just stared for an hour, hands pressed against the tank, breath fogging the glass, but tonight, she had decided. She would do this for real. She stood eye to eye with the tank, gazing in at the magnificent serpent. A dancer by trade, this was her first performance with such a prop, and they'd told her to get comfortable. Acquainting herself with her new partner made her blush; it was like fumbling with a new lover in the dark, and she didn't want anyone else watching to turn the light on. No one had warned her not to do it alone. She reached in with the tool she had seen the handler use, straining against the balance of the metal to heft the gargantuan beast. Once removed, she let it puddle around her feet, admiring the soft yellow skin and vicious predatory snout. The snake began to move almost immediately, encircling her delicate ankles. She laughed to herself. "You like me too, huh?" she chuckled nervously as the snake continued its own ...