[A/V Summary: Audio and video versions of the Serpent's Coils script from the Heavy Prey series. This is the first time I explored different "voices" in my audio content.] - A/V posted 10/26/2019 - 04:51

This was an interesting recording to make for a lot of reasons. I haven't done one quite like it before.

So feedback is, as always, highly encouraged. I won't pretend it didn't feel a bit silly during some moments, but I hope the effect translates well.

Vocals alone:

With binaural:

Fulfilling my word on getting visual components attached to all of these audios, now that I have a setup capable of encoding more properly.
The usual warning applies - these are large files (~400-500mb) so use caution if you are on mobile/limited data. I'll be including two versions as a test of different encoding methods, so please let me know if there's a significant difference between them.

Version 1 (Standard):

Version 1 (HEVC):

As always, enjoy.

-C

[Summary: The first "Heavy Prey" script theme - featuring hypnotic tropes and designed to be, as one subject puts it, slightly "scarousing." If you know the jungle's resident snake, you've got the right idea.]

This will be part of a series exploring some of the common hypnotic tropes that I find fun or interesting.

Unlike other series, they aren't going to be interconnected. Parts of the scripts will feel very similar, due to the nature of the situations depicted. That will, I hope, make it easier to transition from one to another if you are exploring your own interests.

The titles should make it clear which topic/trope is being explored. Let's begin.

Have you ever felt that ghost-like shiver pass along your spine when you're alone? Have the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, as if in response to a whisper of presence, with nothing else there? Is it simple fear that drives those moments, or do you feel something more?

Humans have a history as hunters, even apex predators, but that's obviously not the role for all of us. A surprising number of people even feel a connection between fear and arousal. Thrust into a situation with a predator, what would happen to those people? I suppose that depends largely on the predator, and whether the situation were truly life or death.

Consider the set of involuntary reactions...the shiver, the raised hairs, the increased heart rate...all heightening your senses, all making it easier for you to react as needed.

Consider the appropriate reaction when you become aware of a presence nearby. Do you feel that shiver, the hairs raising on your neck, your pulse quicken? Can you fight the curiosity you feel, that slightly self-destructive desire to turn your head and see what you find? You know the urge. Part of you, if we're being honest, isn't the hunter at all. Part of you, perhaps all of you, connects more innately with the prey.

It's no surprise, then, that you're imagining a less conventional sort of reaction to the sound of a hiss. You've seen the silly cartoon snake before, have you not? The jungle-wanderer with the mesmerizing gaze to hold his prey in thrall? Go on, shall we see what happens when you turn your head?

The cartoon image evaporates as you find yourself inches away from the head of an immense serpent, regarding you with intelligent, dangerously sharp, eyes. It's tongue flicks just past your head, tasting the air around you.

The body of the serpent seems unreal, coils larger than your legs trailing off into the dark below and beyond...but you can't bring yourself to break eye contact. The slits show a deep, insatiable, hunger. You never know what it might do if you look away even for a moment.

Yesss, that's right. You're much to curiousss, aren't you? It ss-seemsss I've found my prey for the evening. Look clossser, won't you? My eyesss are ss-so inviting, I'm told.

As if on cue, the snake's eyes change. Slits that, moments ago, displayed only ravenous intent begin to spark with color. Moving colors, shifting so rapidly that they overwhelm you for a moment, making you blink repeatedly.

Sssshh, don't blink. Look clossser, ss-so you don't lossse track of me. Wouldn't want me to sssneak around, would you?

After the blinking fades, you see the colors so much more vividly. You can feel yourself being drawn in...this is what the serpent wants. You'll become transfixed, and it won't have any need to be stealthy. Can you resist that self-destructive desire, or are you now its prey?

Resissst? Why would you resssist? I'm perfectly harmlessss, sssee? You can trussst me.

At the word "trust" you feel something else shift. Inside you, the urge to succumb has grown from a whisper that made you shiver earlier into a deafening roar that demands you let go. The serpent takes that moment of distraction to begin wrapping itself around your legs.

Sssee, if I wissshed you harm it would be far too late for you, sssilly prey.

You weren't prepared for how quickly the snake could slither around you. It has coiled up past your waist in what seems like an instant, but you still can't break eye contact. You're not sure if it's the colors or that little bit of fear keeping you frozen. You're less certain that it would matter either way.

Aren't my coilsss warm? Why wouldn't you let me embrace you ss-so gently?

It's true: the coils are warm and surprisingly soft. There is a gentle pulse within them, a kind of rhythm that somehow synchronizes with the moving colors in the snake's eyes. You can't look away, and you can't move. There's something almost comfortable about the way the coils rest against you.

There now, jusssst relax. Trussst in me, you're perfectly ss-safe.

Safe. You hope it's true, because the serpent is wrapped around you from the neck down. You can feel its breath against your face when it speaks. Its eyes are so close now, too close...but your mind is no longer responding to you. It's almost as if the colors in the snake's eyes were coils that slid around your brain.

That'sss better. Let me sssqueeze you ever so ss-softly, sssurely that wouldn't hurt, hm?

It wouldn't hurt at all, apparently. The coils tighten around you, and you become aware of precisely how strong the serpent is - it could lift you without much effort. There's nothing you could do to stop it. What's more, you haven't wanted to stop it since just after you laid eyes on it. The predator's strength translates to near-total domination in your head - the coils have all but crushed your will.

Yesss, it'sss much better to ss-surrender to your fate. Bare your neck for me and let me ssshow you ss-something. Prey mussst obey.

Prey must obey. Your head has already tilted to the side. Your body responds to your captor, and your mind follows helplessly along. If you wanted to resist, that moment has long since passed. You are thoroughly, completely, inescapably, trapped.

Helplessss prey isss the bessst. Let me have jussst a little bite, hm?

The snake doesn't wait for a response, not that your lips are doing anything aside from hanging slightly open. You feel the fangs pierce into your neck painlessly, somehow, and a flood of intense heat flows into your body. It makes your flesh tingle, but at least enough instinct remains within you to identify the sensation: venom.

It'sss alright, you're perfectly sssafe. My venom sssimply keepsss you compliant for me, you ss-see.

You don't see, since your eyes have started to pulse with the same pattern of moving colors as the serpent. You do, however, feel the heat spreading rapidly through your body. Your head feels like it has been filled with sand...so hazy. On some distant level, you know you shouldn't be aroused...and yet...

Arousssed prey isss alwaysss ss-so compliant. You'd ssspread your legsss for me if you could, wouldn't you, prey?

You would, without hesitation. The venom has left your head so intensely fuzzy that you can't really focus on what's happening anymore. You are dimly aware that your legs have been spread for you, and your hips are now grinding against a coil. The coil is so warm and soft, after all, and it feels good to press yourself into it.

Feelsss too good. Tilt your head to the other ssside, won't you? Jussst another bite, it'sss alright...prey mussst obey.

Prey must obey. There it is again. Your head is already turned, and an increasingly large part of you welcomes the sensation of its fangs...you feel almost drunk from the volume of venom coursing through your body. The serpent is obviously accustomed to much larger prey. You never stood a chance.

Ooopssss, perhapsss that was a bit too much for you. That'sss okay. You'll grind yourssself to orgasssm against my coilsss before you lossse cons-ssciousnessss. Prey mussst obey.

Your body has already started...you can't focus on much anymore, and you can tell that you are getting weaker with every passing moment. The snake is correct, though, and you find all of your remaining strength is devoted entirely to grinding against the warm, pulsing, undulating coil between your legs. You feel it so vividly now, and your head keeps echoing what the serpent told you - prey must obey. Prey must obey.

I sssuppossse I'll have to be patient and play with my food another time. Sssilly helplessss prey...ah well. I'll visssit you again sssoon enough.

By the time you reach orgasm, the venom will have subdued you into unconsciousness. The orgasm will sap every remaining ounce of strength - and you understand that you're only able to make it this long because you were told, and prey must obey.

As your vision fades entirely, you'll feel the warm, soft coils surrounding you. The pulse within the coils will echo inside your body, where the venom travels, and you'll hear the serpent's tongue flicking the air just above your face before you finally fall asleep.

Yesss, that'sss right. Sssleep. Sssssleeeep.

You'll drift awake slowly, some time later. Perhaps alone once more.

Perhaps not.

Good prey.