Indian Assignment

"I must be leaving I have pressing matters to attend to regarding the party," she said.

Rising from her seat she added, "It's a pity you won't be able to make it."

"Oh I'll be there," Claire said assuredly making a move to get up.

"Don't get up on my account and besides I don't think it would be a smart idea with that snake wrapped around your leg!" Manjit's voice positively ringing with triumph.

Claire looked down in shock; she'd lost her concentration and fallen into Manjit's trap.

"That's a Malaysian Krait, I understand their bite is quite fatal, paralysis in two minutes and death in twenty. I'll give your regrets to the doctor. I'll inform him you became wrapped up in something," she laughed as she left Claire to her fate.

Years of training had taught Claire not to move a muscle; millions of years had taught the snake to wait for movement. The snake continued to entwine around her gam until ankle to knee it had its entire body tight against the heat of her leg. Claire watched the snake in silent fascination. Despite the danger the picture in her mind was quite erotic. The silent still standoff lasted for several minutes, each adversary closely observing the other. The clock on the side table indicated that five minutes had past since she'd become a prisoner of the Krait. Claire looked down at the snake again, it was time, casually she reached down and took the snake by the head, as she pulled, the rest of the snake's body serpentined off her leg in perfect symmetry. Standing up Claire dropped the Krait into the wastebasket by her vanity. Picking up the bottles of Jasmine water and baby oil she smiled. The Jasmine water contained the antidote, the baby oil the poison. She walked into her bedroom and opened the lid of the box she'd purchased in town.

"The perfect weapon," she cooed.

The next day Claire started to prepare for her big night. She painted her nails with a clear lacquer and waited for them to dry. The lacquer was a natural substance and since it did not give off dust would not attract the attention of the scanners she would be submitted to again. Once the lacquer had dried Claire took a special nail file and began to sharpen her nails to a fine cutting edge.

"My one concealed weapon," she resigning said.

Claire then changed, packed a smaller parcel and then called for a cab. On the drive to the estate she made the driver stop at one of the doors along the hedge, there she deposited the small parcel for later use.

Dr. Patel's eyes told Claire all she need to know as she entered the reception area. He was beside her in seconds.

"My dear, that is the most stunning sari on a women I have ever seen," he dripped.

Claire was wearing a crepe silk sari of emerald green that had been tied as a halter and then wrapped around her waist and hips. It left her back and stomach exposed which added to the hypnotic effect. Even without makeup or accessories she easily stood out from the other guests.

"Manjit told me you have become wrapped up in your work," the doctor questioned.

"Fortunately I found an elixir to the situation, besides how could I stay away from you,"
she whispered, as she slipped her arm around his.

"Unfortunately I must greet the other arriving guests but I can assure you I will be back again no time," he said with both resignation and lust in his voice.

No sooner had he left than Manjit approached a sinister look on her face.

"My respect for you grows more each time I see you. Tell me how did you escape my little gift?" she purred.

"I struck first," was all Claire would offer.

Before there was time for more unpleasantries the doctor returned. Claire offered her arm, which was readily taken by the doctor and he led her away to meet other guests without even an acknowledgement towards Manjit. After numerous introductions and small talk the doctor started to steer Claire towards his office.

"Show time Claire!" she thought.

He wanted her right away and made no mistake in demanding it. He started to grab and paw at her, but her game plan was set and she wouldn't be deterred from it.

"Doctor you must allow me to be a willing participant that way both of us will enjoy ourselves so much more. Let me help you out this these," she said soothingly, as she started to undress him.

He hesitated until she stepped back and gesturing to her sari said. "I'll help you out of those and then you get to help me out of this."

Claire worked fast; soon he was naked before her. She came in close and whispered in his ear. "Now it's my turn," her hot breath causing him to shudder in anticipation.

Claire undid the knot that held the Sari to her right arm and gently tied it to his right arm. Then she began to dance slowly around him swaying like a snake charmer, as she danced she unfurled a little more of her outfit and slowly began to drape it around him as she danced. Around and around she went her body moving to a rhythm only she heard but pleasing to the observer nonetheless. Not too taut and not too loose, up and down, in and out and around his body went the ever-diminishing Sari. Claire stopped suddenly, face to face with the doctor and then she slowly sank to her knees. She peered up briefly to see small beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, he was truly hers! She ran the silk over and around his aroused and quaking penis ever so gently tying it in place. Each dangerous revolution revealed more of Claire until standing face to face all that covered her was a small silk strip that ran from between her legs to her breasts and then tied to her other arm. He was ready to explode, but willed himself to hold on! Stealthily Claire moved to his back and causally tossed the last remaining piece over his shoulder and secured it to his other arm. Claire's arms encircled his waist and probed downward to his stem. Magically she drummed her nails along his shaft causing spasms to rocket through him. Then she brought her legs into play moving them magically high up and down his back. He was completely under her sway. Gently kissing the back of this neck she shifted her hands to his back and ran then freely around.

"Are you ready doctor?" she whispered between kisses.

"Y.. yes," he stammered.

Claire struck! Pulling tight the six and a half yards of Sari she had wrapped him in. Her distracting manoeuvres had allowed her to entwine her legs and arms into the loose strands of her dress. The fish was now hooked and struggling. The now frantic doctor could not move a muscle, bound head to foot in the Sari, the strands around his voice box held to much pressure for him even to make a sound. Claire pulled her arms back and across each other in order to increase the pressure. She bent in at the knees and arched her back to further immobilise her prey. Still he struggled on; Claire loving the success of her plan and the total control she had played the fish just enough to tire him out! The prey had squirmed long enough it was time for the fatal embrace. Claire rolled onto her back taking her enwrapped prisoner with her. Raising her knees into the small of his back he started to bend slowly in her constricting embrace. Violently he struggled on but she had him now, one more cinch of the silk and she heard the snap, the doctor stopped moving. She kept her squeeze going for a few minutes in order to be sure. After that she let her prey fall off to the side. Claire slipped herself out of the silken death trap and stood up.

"Yes, it had been the perfect weapon!" she thought.

Escape was now the order, moving quickly to the French Doors and out into the Garden. Having by necessity left her Sari behind the only clothing she had on were her sandals. With the fastest escape route memorised from the satellite photo she lithely moved through the night to freedom.

Manjit came to the office several minutes later using her own eye scan to override the locked door. She'd been a fool to get side tracked and now she was hoping for the best. Instead finding only the remains of her failure, the doctor covered in his silky death shroud.

"Fool!" she yelled both at herself and the doctor and she moved to the desk and opened it, taking out a control panel. Instantly the bank of TV monitors came alive with various screen shots of the estate. Manjit manipulated the controls until she found Claire on the screen.

"I knew you were trouble from the start, however your success will be short lived, as will you!" Manjit hissed.

Claire stopped as she heard the all too familiar voice coming from a hidden speaker.

"Although I'm sure you have an escape plan what you don't have is the knowledge of what lies ahead of you, and given your rather limited attire, I can see that you have no weapons with which to aid you. I'll do nothing to stop your efforts, limited, as they will be. If you succeed you're free to go; however I have a feeling you won't. Press on my dear I will enjoy watching your demise!" Manjit's voice slithered out.

Claire didn't waste any time longer she moved quickly, but cautiously, ever tuned for danger. Moving through the maze, a left turn, then a quick right and then on a little to another left until she come to a covered trellis about 50 feet in length. It was covered on all three sides by a dense vine completely different from the maze walls. At the other end of the trellis was a pool with a fountain in the middle. The dense vine cover made the already humid air even more so. Water droplets fell on her from the ceiling of the trellis, no doubt from the humidity, as she moved through the tunnel of vines. Halfway through Claire noticed that the water droplets weren't falling off her, but rather sticking to her.

"Sticking to her would be the word," she thought, "damn sticky!"

Her thighs were becoming mingled together. It was like glue and it was starting to permanently disable her movements. As if she need any clarification of this Manjit's voice confirmed it.

"Funny thing about that liquid, its quite harmless as long as it remains cool on the vine, but once it leaves that sanctuary it congeals and becomes extremely sticky, as I'm sure you can tell. Oh, don't worry my dear it won't kill you, just immobilise you until something else comes along and does!"

Claire struggled forward with urgency she could not afford to fall, the glue would surely bind her in place, she laboured to stay upright, her legs were almost completely welded together and her arms her being pull down to her sides.

"I will make it," she said to herself, but with two feet to freedom she halted, cemented in place. Claire flexed and strained and twisted her body, she was in a complete grip of iron all her efforts were to no avail.

"I'm inches from freedom, I will not be beaten this easily," she thought.

Going deep inside herself she summoned up what was left of her in internal "chi" and with one final effort lurched and fell forward onto the cool grass outside of the trellis. She lay there motionless and let the wet grass from the evening dew moisten her bounds, laying still for several minutes while Manjit watched on, then Claire tentatively flexed her arms, the bonds had loosened, the dew was returning the sap to a free state. Claire wasted no more time she started to roll toward the pool and slide in, instantly she could feel herself being freed from the glue.

"Very good my dear agent,"Manjit said. "You have done well to this point, still I'm not sorry to say a long and dangerous way to go to freedom."

Claire let her dripping body dry a little while she listened to her tormentor babble on. It was Manjit's slip that had given her the clue on how to escape the trap; maybe she would offer something else on what lay ahead.

"Only one way to find that out though, onward," she mused.

Although it appeared she was doubling back on herself Claire knew this was the fastest route; such is the nature of mazes, one step backward for every two forward. She needed to be cautious but continue to move at a fast pace, who knew what might be tracking her and she wanted her freedom.

A few turns left and right and presently she came into a large circle with five passageways leading off of it. Recognising it from the map she now knew she was getting near to the door on the outside wall. The entrance to the corridor she needed had to stone statues of silk worms on either side of the path. She stopped and looked at them.

"Dr. Patel may have been a good scientist, but he had poor taste in art, as far as these things went," she told to herself.

She stared to go, but found her sandals held fast to the ground by a tar like substance. She quickly bent down to untie them and escape. Just as the last strap was undone her body started to be spun around in place. The centrifugal force held her fast in her shoes.

"Shit!" she cursed, "Now what have I stumbled into?"

She was spinning so fast her arms crossed her chest and were held fast in place, as her body was forced upright from the spinning. She couldn't even move her head against the force of the turning and as such was helpless to see what was happening. Then just as soon as it started the turning slowed down again. Clear of the gravitational forces that had acted upon her Claire could see fine white strands wrapped around her. Quickly flexing for a fast escape she found she could not move against them.

"I noticed you left your Sari in the office," she heard Manjit purr. "So I thought I'd spin you a new one. These silk worms are a most deadly trap, would you not agree? Here let me demonstrate."

Claire stared to spin again, only this time slower than before. Manjit started the worms spraying again with each turn of Claire they rose and fell around her body, little by little the cocooning of her was taking place from the tip of her shoulders to her feet the silken spray flowed onto her naked form, entwining and enmeshing her. Slowly and methodically she was being wrapped in raw silk. Claire struggled and wiggled to be free but to no end. Up and down they continued to go as Manjit turned her body, which had now disappeared under a blanket of white silk. Finally the mummification stopped. Only Claire's head was left free the rest of her was completely sealed.

"I'm sorry its not as pretty as the outfit you came in my dear, it is however just as deadly," Manjit hissed.

"You see you've been spun into constricting silk. It will slowly tighten around your helpless form completely immobilising you and then gradually tightening you to death. I shall enjoy watching you perish!"

Claire could feel it putting pressure on her already; it was drawing inward quickly, what was once a formless white covering was now becoming form fitting as Claire's lovely body started to become visible. She had to work fast, she tried rotating her shoulders to gain an little freedom, tilting her pelvis, lifting her legs, nothing worked, her struggles only leaving her tired and perspiring harder. The cocoon was working, Claire was exhausted from struggling, she stood still. She could feel and hear the strands constricting about her. Another round of writhing did nothing to relieve the incessant inward pressure on her. She knew she had only a few minutes left; she focused on her hands. Moving her fingers and thumbs she searched for nearby strands and cut them with her nails, she cut another and another, but time was running out. Pain coursed through her entire body her breathing was becoming shallow.

The cocoon of death was now truly form fitting, its deadly entombing touch caused her erect nipples to show through its hold, still Claire continued to cut strands between groans of pain. Finally her hands became free she forced her fingers outward and cut a hole in the death shroud. She didn't know how long her nails would hold their sharpness against the silk. She was awash in pain now, unable to move any other part of her body, save her hands. She forced her nails up and down the hole she had made in the silk and gradually made it larger thereby reducing the pressure in her chest a little as the silken wrap lost some of it integrity. From this she was able to cut a few more strands to free her arms a little more. She could begin to see freedom. Working quickly she cut more and soon had her arms free inside the cocoon. Thrusting her hand out she cut down the cocoon to her knees changing nails, as each became dull. Slowly she lifting out a leg and placed it on the grass and other leg followed, slowly Claire emerged from her cocoon as a butterfly emerges from its. Manjit watched in rapt fascination.

"My dear I have new respect for you, your ingenuity and skill are incredible. I had hoped this would be the end for you, but the night is still young."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I intend to stay alive!" Claire said sarcastically as she stretched a little.

With the feeling slowly coming back into her limbs Claire continued on her journey, this time she carefully walked around the statutes.

"Oh, don't worry I wouldn't use the same trap again, that would be boring," Manjit reassured her over the speaker.

The door was close now one more corner and it would be there. She came around the turn and saw it, in front of the door was large granite carved arbour of intricately sculpted Hindu Gods and deities the entire structure was about 10 feet long and six feet high. The hedge came right up to the arbour on both sides. Claire noticed all this; she also noticed the Burmese python guarding the door. Its great coils looped through the top to the arbour. She could not get by without moving the python, and what would move the python but food, in a word her!

"Well my dear so close and yet so far. What to do, you can't go back and it would appear you can't go forward. I'm waiting Claire it's your move," Manjit's voice slithered.

Claire ignored this distraction she was busy formulating a plan. There was only one choice. She stepped forward into the arbour. She raised her left leg at her side and placed it in a nook of the arbour at a 45-degree angle to her body. Placing her hands above her head and gripping the top of the arbour she starred at the snake and waited.
The constrictor began to uncoil its mass as its heat receptors sensed prey close at hand, with a few probing tongue flicks it started to silently slide towards her. Claire concentrated as she watched the python come nearer; two deadly predators were about to engage in a struggle to the death. Just a few feet from Claire the ophidian stopped. To Claire it seemed as if it was sizing up the best way to secure her, after a brief movement it slide onward. The head stopped at her ankle and the tongue shot out several more times. Claire didn't move an inch knowing that if she did the mouth would clamp down on her leg and coils of death would flow around her. This was her game and she was going to make the python play by her rules, not his, she would strike when she was ready. Getting no response but sensing the heat of its prey the python began to slide around her ankle and slowly upwardly corkscrew around her leg. It continued to coil and entwine around her leg, having reached the top of her thigh it stopped, a few more probes of the tongue and it continued on, encircling her between her legs and once around her hips and then it started on the other leg.

"So far so good," Claire thought.

New feelings were building in her as coils slid over her mound causing sensations to stir and concentration to lapse.

"Keep focused. Ignore your desire, don't move, don't fall into the trap," she repeated over and again much like a mantra.

The coils twisted up her already covered leg around her waist and now proceeded to wrap her other limb. The creature was drawn to the heat, not to the kill, just to warm itself at this point the kill would come, it always did. Claire watched the python encircle both her legs; she was now a mass of coils as her legs were completely covered. The tail held her ankle as the snake continued to wind itself upward and out the other leg until it had the rest of its body free and resting on the ground, surely for the quick strike and the entombing death it would deal its prey. The snake's head started along Claire's encircled leg; gently she lowered her hands and picked up the serpent's head carefully scratching the chin of the Burmese to calm it.