The Serpent

By Chew Toy

After achieving his lifelong sexual fantasy of being eaten alive, Marty assumed he'd pass on to whatever afterlife awaits aimless, distractible, somewhat perverted Egyptian scribes. But the snake-woman Manasa whom he bargained for his bliss is on an important quest, and has another use for him. And doesn't intend to let a minor thing like death stand in the way...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chew Toy
• Release date: Jun 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311337993

Chew Toy

Chewtoy has been writing short fiction about erotic mind-control since the earliest days of the World Wide Web. He declines to say how much it is based on his real life.

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The Serpent

By Chewtoy

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Copyright 2014 Chewtoy

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The Serpent

Marty woke up in a sack.

This was odd, because he'd been pretty sure he was dead. He didn't remember anything in lore and literature about being carried to the Underworld in a sack. Although he supposed that was the sort of ignominious detail that might well get left out for artistic purposes.

There wasn't much to be seen inside the sack. Or heard. Cautiously, he felt around for an opening, found one, and poked his head out.

Sure enough, he was in the Underworld.

There was a lot written about the Underworld, and Marty had grown up with it. Or at least had spent a lot of time recopying scrolls about it. In any case the terrain that surrounded him and his sack right now was clearly right out of one of those illustrations, of Seker's domain in the Underworld, the winding mazy paths through the desert of Imhet.

So this was somewhere on the Sun's path through the Underworld, anywhere between hours 4 through 9. Not really the part of the Underworld he'd expected to find himself in. He'd really been expecting more of a having-his-heart-eaten-by-Ammut-the-Devourer sort of experience. Not that he was complaining!

Continuing to look about his surroundings, Marty spotted a snake's tail. And slowly followed it up the body, until it broadened into a woman's torso. Whose head turned, to look straight at him, her eyes meeting his. The eyes, the face, of Manasa. The woman