The engraved stones littering the forest were carved into perfect disks, completely smooth aside from the runes. They’d be great for skipping, if they weren't half Abby's size by weight.

The little adventurer grunted, burrowing her fingers as deep under the stone as they could go, locking her knees and tugging with all her might. Bits of moss and startled insects fell away as the stone slowly wrenched out of the earth.

She wasn't strong enough to flip it—by circumference, the darn thing was two feet wide, over half her height—so she just slid it a few inches out of its resting place, then dropped it with a grateful sigh.

She fell to her knees and squinted through the gap she'd created.

Dark earth, squirming worms, skittering pincerbugs and an especially startled newt stared back at her.

“Not this one, either,” she mumbled to herself sourly. Abby’s calves were killing her, and she badly wanted to just flop onto her back in the grass and stare up at the fiery maple canopy and do nothing for the rest of the afternoon.

But no, no, she still had plenty of stones left to turn. She cracked her back as best she could, then straightened and made her way toward the next rock, carefully picking her way around the plump pitcher-shaped flowers blanketing the forest. Each honeycup flower was filled to the brim with fermented nectar, but this late in the fall and this close to the Glacier, no insects were around to be lured in, and the honeycups remained pristine and untouched. There weren’t even any bears in these parts to lap up the nectar and scare off browsing deer. It almost seemed a shame that all the flower’s hard work would go to waste.

Fifteen flipped stones in, Abby was starting to sympathize.

She bent over, critically surveying her sixteenth stone, then started feeling around it a solid grip.

“Oh, hello, there~”

Abby jumped with a squeak as the voice rang out. She whirled around. The only creature in the area she could see was a distant ground squirrel scurrying for cover.

“Who said that?” she asked, reaching for her weapon.

The feminine voice possessed a trailing hiss. “Up here, sssweetnesss.”

“You're all ‘up there’,” Abby muttered, but the meaning set in a moment later as the direction of the voice fully registered.

She looked straight up.

The speaker smiled down at her. “There you go!”

The speaker was a lady—a lamia lady, Abby mentally corrected, noting long, thick serpentine coils. Her scales were a pretty pastel pink, with a dazzling sunlit glimmer of white that sort of reminded Abby of abalone. Abby had seen rubber boas before, but never one so… eye-catching.

Abby's gaze traveled up the length of the coils to wide, shapely hips and a comfy waist. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she quickly took her gaze past an enormous pair of tits—covered only by a tight crop top that did nothing to conceal the lamia’s, well, underboob—and up to a plump, pretty heart-shaped face. Light freckles dappled the lamia’s cheeks, and her turquoise eyes blossomed with sparkling stars. Black hair rolled down her shoulders in languid waves, with a single unbloomed honeycup tucked behind an elfin ear.

Abby stood up straight and put her hands on her hips. “It's rude to sneak up on people, you know.”

The lamia giggled. She hung by her lengthy coils to dangle directly over Abby’s head, forcing Abby to back up a little just to avoid craning her neck too painfully. “Oh, I'm sssoooo sssorry, dear. I didn't mean to frighten you~!”

Abby swallowed. “You didn't frighten me. You startled me. There's a difference.”

“Mm. I underssstand.” The lamia dipped down a little, letting Abby relax her neck a bit. “It’sss okay, dear. A little one like you mussst be awfully on edge, all alone in the big woodsss.”

“Why should I be?” Abby smirked, cocking her head to the side. “I'm an adventurer. This is just another day on the job for me.”

The lamia blinked, then laughed. “Oh! Oh, you're adorable~!” She descended a bit lower, swaying slightly back and forth to keep balance. Her eyes were still about two feet above Abby. Her boobs were about close to eye-level, not that Abby was looking. “You may call me Kaari, by the way. What isss your name, little ‘adventurer’?”

“Abby.” Abby's eyes narrowed. “And I am an adventurer.”

“Oh, really?” Kaari raised an eyebrow. Abby felt something brush her chin, then tip it up, and she realized it was the tip of Kaari's tail. “But how can you be? You're sssooo cute and helplesss!”

“I-I'm quite capable,” Abby snapped, smacking the tail away. A part of her felt flustered, but she forced herself to stare this rude snake woman dead in the eye. “I've been adventuring for years.”

“Mm-hm.” Kaari's eyes sparkled. “And what bringsss a ssseasoned adventuressss like you to a place like thisss?”

“I'm... looking for the secret entrance to the Brokenwinter Vaults.” Abby had been a little secretive in town about where she was going and why, but she supposed a lamia probably wouldn't care about treasure. Not like Abby did, either, but she didn't like people trying to beat her to the exciting parts. “It's supposed to be under one of these stones…” She gestured around herself at the dozens of stones surrounding them. “Only I don't know how to translate the inscriptions, so I just have to keep...”

“Oh, you're just too preciousss~!” Kaari cooed, cutting through Abby’s words and totally disrupting the train of thought. She reached down and patted Abby on the head, fingers idly combing through her curly hair. “But the Brokenwinter Vault is sssupposed to be terribly perilousss, isssn't it?”

“I—yes.” Abby's face heated up. She swatted Kaari's hand away, but Kaari's other hand just started petting her instead. She resolved to just ignore it. Everyone knew lamias were incorrigible flirts. Besides, Kaari's insufferable smile was occupying basically all of her attention right now. “Very dangerous. I-I mean, not for me, but—”

“Goodnesss, you're sssooo brave.” Kaari's sibilant voice coiled silkily around Abby as the hand stroked her hair. Abby heard a slithering in the grass, a faint scraping against the stones, but she wasn't giving Kaari the satisfaction of ducking her head from those sly, sparkling eyes. “An adorable, fearlesss girl. But the Brokenwinter Vault really sssoundsss much too dangerousss for a darling little one like you~!”

Abby's cheeks were burning, and she finally brushed Kaari's hand away.“I—again, I'm a seasoned adventurer.”

“Sssure you are~” Kaari's smile widened as she leaned in a little closer.

Abby bit her lip. Kaari had awfully pretty eyes. It felt annoyingly hard to stay mad at her when those icy turquoise eyes shimmered so sweetly, sparkled like sugar crystals...

... swirled like snowstorms with so many pretty rippling circles…

“I am,” she said stubbornly, but she felt so distracted, the words came out as a mumble to herself. She bit her lip. “I am an adventurer!” she said louder, fixing those pretty eyes with a defiant glare.

“Of courssse,” oozed Kaari’s condescending response. Kaari's eyes swirled. Slow, concentric circles. Abby felt herself getting a little dizzy. She kept blinking rapidly, but every time she managed to recover her balance, the swirls would draw her back in. She almost felt like she was... floating... “I already sssaid I believed you, didn't I?”

“I—” Abby shifted from foot to foot. “I guess, but you didn't...”

Swirl...

“Didn't what?” Kaari murmured.

“... didn't sound very, um...” Abby felt something brush her calf. Probably just... just... “... con—convinced...”

“Why wouldn't I be?” Kaari's smile widened. She leaned a little closer, reaching down a hand to pat Abby's cheek. “Why wouldn't I have perfect confidence in a little one like you~?”

Abby squirmed. She wanted to flinch away from the hand touch, but it didn't feel... bad, exactly. Kaari's hand was nice and cool, and Abby's cheeks felt like they were on fire. “I... but, but you're...”

“Maybe you're projecting,” Kaari said reasonably. Abby felt more sensations over her calves, but her attention was totally absorbed by Kaari right now. “Maybe you feel insssecure, poor thing~?”

“I—but—” Abby felt like her words were drifting aimlessly around her brain, like her thoughts were in Kaari's eyes, and every swirl of those circles separated more and more of them from each other until they were too scattered to piece together. “No, that's—I'm not—”

“After all,” Kaari purred, “you are sssooo very sssmall! And the world is sssoo awfully big! Poor frightened little bunny~”

“N-No.” Abby's fists clenched. “That's—I'm not—”

“Maybe I should take you in,” the lamia said thoughtfully. Her eyes swirled. Deeper. Deeper. “For your own protection. Wouldn’t you like that, little one?”

Abby was mustering a retort when she felt a faint tickle under her belt. She made herself blink, swaying slightly, then started to look down—

“Well?” The amusement in Kaari's voice snapped Abby back to attention. She looked back up and scowled at the lamia. Kaari was looking quite amused. “Are we having trouble focusssing, sssweetie?”

“No.” Abby set her jaw resolutely. “I don't... I'm perfectly...” Swirl. Swirl. “... focused.”

“Goooood.” Kaari bobbed from side to side in the air, and despite a strange sense of vertigo, Abby tried to track the motions. It seemed like the eyes’ concentric circles followed her no matter where Kaari was, always swirling deeper and deeper, pulling her deeper and deeper in... “Sssuch a good little bunny! You want me to take care of you, don't you?”

“I-I don't!” Abby tried to stomp her foot, but it felt weirdly heavy for some reason. It wouldn't go up. Her pants felt kind of tight all of a sudden, too. “I'm—I'm p-perfectly capable...”

“P-Perfectly capable,” Kaari echoed mockingly, making Abby's cheeks burn hotter. “Oh, Goddesses, you're just sssoo preciousss~!”

“N-No I'm... not...” Abby squirmed. She felt a faint chill over her stomach, then her breasts, but the chill was soon replaced with a feeling of... tightness... warm, smooth scales sliding over her bare breasts... “I-I've been doing this for years!”

“Oh, really?” In the background, Abby thought she saw the tip of Kaari's tail in motion, draping something colorful over a low-hanging tree branch. It was funny, because the thing it was hanging was the same color and pattern as her bra, but that had to be… to be… Kaari's eyes seemed to glow brighter, pulling Abby's focus back in. “Then you’re clearly overdue for sssomeone to look after you.”

“Nngh.” Abby squirmed. The sensations against her pert nipples felt... kind of nice.... and Kaari's eyes were just so pretty... “I'm in perfect control, f-for your... information.”

A warm, soothing pressure started to build around her, pulsing, undulating. Squirming in the center of that felt nice, too. The swirls in Kaari's eyes felt like coils, wrapping around her tighter and tighter... “I know you are, bunny. You're in complete control of yourssself. Sssuch a ssstrong, brave little thing. That mussst be why you’re doing sssooo well at ssstaring into my eyesss~”

“Y-Yeah. yes.” Abby tried to nod, but something was holding her chin up. “Complete control.” Her voice sounded slurred, and she realized her mouth hung wide open, her tongue lolling out. She was practically panting. “U-Uh-huh...”

She felt a strange sense of weightlessness take hold. She couldn't feel the grass under her heels or soles anymore, just the very tips of her toes digging into the dirt. That was weird.

Those shimmering eyes were getting bigger in Abby's field of vision, too.

And those big, bouncing breasts.

“You're in. Complete. Control.” Kaari's voice was like pristine fresh-spun silk, as sweet and measured as a teaspoon of sugar. She smiled at Abby, reaching up and squeezing her own breasts together. “You're not a cute, haplessss little rookie adventurer at all~”

“N-No. I'm not.” Abby felt herself nodding. She dimly felt a bubbling, gooey pleasure rising from down below, felt a sinuous form daintily sliding its tip into her pussy, sliding out, sliding... innn... “I'm in contttrolll.”

“Yesss you are.” Kaaari's eyes shimmered. “You're not sssome sssort of hopelessss, weak-willed little plaything at all, are you?”

“Uh-uh,” Abby agreed dizzily, feeling her head slowly shaking back and forth.

“You'd never let a girl take advantage of you?” Kaari asked, giggling. “Trance you? Wrap you up tight and enssslave you to her eyesss?”

“Nnnoo...” Abby shook her head, smiling faintly. She couldn’t feel the grass anymore. Everything felt dizzy and weightless…

“Ssslide her tail into your pussssy and ssstart fucking you ssstupid?” Kaari cooed.

“U—uhhh!” Abby squirmed and bucked slightly, her voice almost a moan. “N-Nnnope!”

The spirals in Kaari's eyes suddenly went motionless.

Abby blinked. Her head was still swirling, spiraling, swimming in the memory of those endless pretty circles of snow...

“Then,” Kaari said sweetly, plucking the honeycup from behind her ear, “what do you call thissss, my sssweet little bimbo~?”

Abby's head stopped swaying. She shook herself slightly, then…

… looked down.

Her heart stopped.

Abby was wrapped up to the shoulders within the powerful rosy-pink coiling lengths of Kaari’s lower body. They held her suspended in the air, dangling a few feet off the ground. The tip of Kaari's tail was thrusting in and out of her pussy like a long, nimble cock, and she suddenly registered that her whole body was shaking with pleasure.

Even as she realized her predicament, she felt the scaly coils undulate and squeeze, and an intense pressure built around her, like a warm, unyielding embrace.

Her eyes widened, and she started to squirm. Her struggles both looked and felt utterly pathetic. Only her head, breasts and feet stuck out from amid the cocoon of coils. She was completely restrained.

She was totally naked, too. Her clothes hung from tree branches around them. The scales felt nice and warm and smooth sliding against her bare skin... in and out of her dripping pussy...

“H-Hey!” she sputtered, blushing hotly as she looked back up. “You can't just—”

With a wordless coo, Kaari popped the honeycup from her hair right past Abby's lips.

Abby squealed as fermented nectar flowed onto her tongue. She craned her neck back in a useless attempt to pull away, but Kaari followed, of course, holding the flower in place. The thick pistil and slick stamens had slid right between her lips, slippery with sweetness, while the colorful, sticky sepals ringing the flower's base had latched onto the outside of her mouth. It was like a gag. The long vine trailed out, held in Kaari's nimble fingers.

“That's better,” Kaari cooed, “isn't it~?”

“MMMF!” Abby protested. Her whole little body was held totally captive, and there was too much sweet, tingly nectar in her mouth to do anything but swallow. The wet, lewd sounds down below matched the humiliating noises of her drinking the nectar down. She glared weakly at Kaari.

“I thought ssso.” Kaari giggled, leaning over Abby's head as Abby wiggled uselessly. Abby found Kaari's boobs jiggling right in her face. She felt Kaari pulling the vine taut behind her head, tying it in place, and she tried not to enjoy the view, obviously she didn't, she was pissed, the boobs weren’t even that big and soft and jiggly and she was about to break free and then she’d—

“Ta-da~!” Kaari pulled back and beamed at Abby. “Tied into a cute little bow for my cute little plaything.”

“Mmmf!”“

“I know, sssweetie. You love it~!” Kaari petted Abby on the head with a wicked, airy laugh. Then her hand slipped down, and Abby's protests stuttered as Kaari started to brazenly grope Abby's exposed tits. “You look sssooo perfect like thisss~”

“Mm—mmf!” Abby tried to thrash as the lamia’s cool hands grabbed at her boobs, kneaded them, squished them together. It felt so good, but—but she wasn’t supposed to feel good! She shook her head angrily. “MMM—”

The coils squeezed her tightly, then loosened, then tightened again.

Her lashes fluttered, and her voice weakened. “... MMM… mmm…”

The coils loosened. Then squeezed. Pulsed. Throbbed.

“... mmmm…”

Abby wriggled in helpless pleasure.

“Such lovely little curvesss,” Kaari teased, pinching a nipple. “What a truly gorgeousss little plaything~”

Abby moaned through the gag as the tail started to speed up, thrusting faster, sliding right over her clit. Her whole body felt like it should be shaking, spasming with delight, but the coils held her too tightly.

“Good girl!” Kaari stroked Abby's hair, smirking. “You’re feeling much better now, aren’t you, Abby~?”

“Mm... mmnn...” Abby's eyelids fluttered, but she forced them wide open and managed a defiant glare—a somewhat unconvincing display when she was actively getting fucked and gulping down nectar from a honeycup gag. “Mm-mm!”

Kaari's eyes sparkled and glimmered. Swirled.

Abby had only a brief moment to regret making eye contact.

Then the lamia's fingers entwined in Abby's hair and she shoved Abby facefirst into her chest.

Abby squealed as Kaari's massive boobs were smooshed and bounced around her face. Bounce. Bounce. Squish.

Her back arched weakly against the bindings. Everything felt so good—so easy—so sssoft—the coils were squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, such a soothing, throbbing rhythm, the tail was sliding in and out, in and out, thrusting endlessly, fucking her brains out—she couldn't fight, couldn't think, and the nectar tasted so good, and her head felt so fuzzy...

... her struggles were weakening... her lashes were dropping lower and lower… the pleasure was arching higher and higher…

“Goooood girl,” she heard Kaari coo from above as the boobs bounced, smooshed, squished.

She quivered, managing barely a whimper of ‘defiance’.

“Cum for me, my sssweet~” the lamia purred.

The command was impossible to resist. Pleasure flooded her little body before she could even think to try. Muffled, smothered mewls of mind-melting bliss erupted from Abby’s drooling lips. She trembled around the fast-thrusting tail, shaking helplessly, hopelessly in her prison of coils. Pure bliss sparkled through her brain like fireworks.

Glimmering.

Swirling…

She bucked, cried, moaned, thrashed. The coils pulsed, throbbed, squeezed. Kaari’s boobs bounced, jiggled, squished, smooshing around her head, squishing her breasts into goo…

Kaari pulled her back. Abby stared up at the lamia, blinking blearily, barely keeping her eyes open... but oh, those lovely spirals in Kaari's eyes helped her focus...

“That'sss much better.” Kaari smiled, patting her head fondly. “You're feeling much better, now, aren't you, little one? Nice and happy and docile.”

“Unmhh-hhuhh...” Abby smiled stupidly around the gag as she gazed into Kaari's eyes. Of course she felt better. Everything felt wonderful. She felt like she was glowing, floating, just weak pleasure putty in Kaari’s coils…

Kaari giggled. “Ssso, you're not a real adventurer, are you?”

The tail continued to slide slowly in and out, milking out every last drop of pleasure from Abby’s captive body.

“Nnuh-mm,“ Abby slurred, giggling as well. An adventurer? That was so silly. Kaari seemed to think it was silly, so it… was.

Kaari mimed surprise. “You mean you're jussst a silly little bimbo girl?”

“Ssly lil bmbo grll,” she agreed happily. That made sense. Everything Kaari said made sense, especially when Kaari's eyes were swirling and her voice was so sweet and encouraging...

Kaari’s voice dropped to a sugared purr. “You jussst need sssomeone to take care of you, don't you?”

Abby nodded happily. Of course she did.

The eye swirls seemed to intensify. “And Missstresss Kaari knowsss what's bessst for you, doesssn't she?”

Abby stared straight into those spirals, hypnotized, totally subdued, drooling around her gag.

She moaned, whimpered, nodded desperately.

Mistress Kaari smiled triumphantly and leaned in close, planting a wet, affectionate kiss on Abby's cheek. She pulled back and booped Abby on the nose. “Good girl! Then let'sss get going, my sssweet little plaything~”

And Kaari turned and began to slither off with Abby in tow. Abby felt her mind starting to sink into full trance. Dumb, pleasure-drunk, and perfectly content in her newfound helplessness, she let herself sink deeper than she could ever imagine.

She could only dreamily wonder as she nodded off just what wonderful things Mistress Kaari had in store for her next.