"Very well," Dr. Wechsel responded. "Come with me and I'll set you up in the visitor's section of the Institute.
Christine was led to a nicely appointed guest room. A clean set of clothes was laid out for her ... the shower looked particularly inviting after all those days in the Martian desert.
Christine langushed in the shower, enjoying the warmth of the water over her skin. She washed days of dirt out of her short black hair and relished the opportunity to shave again.
As she dried herself off, Dr. Wechsel's comments came back to her mind. She replayed over and over again her contact with Aspa ... Sandy, she corrected herself. The thoughts quickly aroused her. Soon, she was writhing on the bed, stroking her bare pussy and rembering the sensations that Sandy's (No, Aspa's) forked tongue had brought her.
Christine rubbed her breasts as she recalled the attention that Aspa's hair snakes had paid to them, licking and biting them. She thought of sucking one of those snakes, "blowing" it as it licked her throat.
Her hand ran across her own head, though her hair and she imagined having hairsnakes of her own. Being a snakewoman, like Aspa. Sharing her scaly body with her.
Chistina was on the brink of orgasm, both her hands were now in her cunt. She pulled her legs together in a snakelike tail and writhed over the bed, cumming over and over.
Christine dressed quickly, she regreted comming to this place or bringing her friend here ... and betraying her trust. She knew how to make it right!
Christine made her way into the lab where Aspa was being kept.
As she entered the room, she saw ...
Wed May 14 16:15:20 2003