Alissa Harper
Only a new breed of predator can thrive in modern hunting grounds
The Highlight Reel
Alissa M. Harper
23
Human half, equiv. to a 6' woman. Tail, 45'
Wife of Carissa_
The scarlet scaled goddess to some circles, a complete unknown to others. Snake3y3s, Wiggleroom33, polybian, - Alissa. A myriad of aliases all leading back to the same woman on the same stream. She's famous in a few competitive gaming circles with her largest and most devoted following her stream where cuties go in and never come back. She likes to use dating apps when she feels like having food delivered, but she doesn't stream every kill. Likes to post the last pictures of her prey on her socials like Gurglr. Has a prominent shelf to exhibit trophies from memorable meals - it's starting to become little collection! You should contribute to it.
Trophies: a human skull from Aly, stainless steel name tag reading 'Jem' from Server_Jem, office name plate reading 'Marie Trusteou' from the HappyFlowers lobby.
Full Length Stream - Snake3y3sGaming
At first glance it's easy to overlook Alissa as the quiet and observant type, just another somber face adjusting to the lights and bustle of a new city. She's taking an year between finishing her bachelors' degree in computer science and starting graduate school, and has taken up a relatively relaxed career in the meantime to keep herself busy.
By trade Alissa is a streamer, quite a fashionable career. Despite her outwardly reserved demeanour, thousands flock to SnakeEyes every other day to watch her play games, discuss programming, argue over tabletops, and just chat with fans. It's the usual streamer fare most nights - a few hours of games, dumb in-jokes, donations, and haters all passing by. After a long day of competitive shooters and sadistic management sims, most of the time she sets to work uploading or editing the content to various sites, chatting on social media, or studying. Running a popular stream and keeping it popular involves a non-zero amount of effort on her part, but she manages well and takes cash at the end of the night to keep her home heated and wifi fast.
Alissa recently moved into the city a few months ago and is still finding her way, but she's adjusted well. She dodges questions about her past and seems to intentional keep her reason for moving vague. This leaves her history open to conjecture and wild theories, but only the most general ideas seem to hold any ground. The leading theory is that she left her previous home after some sort of public scandal or exposure, but she treats all attempts to glean more about her past with a silent, aloof smile. However the flickering, remorseful frowns when asked are the only evidence of her dirty past – whatever happened, it's nearly impossible to know more.
However, Alissas' show doesn't end once her main stream ends for the night. Notifications going out to thousands of darkened screens and personal devices. Blinds are drawn shut and headphones are thrown on as the open videos load. A secret after hours stream, for the most dedicated of fans and depraved fetishists, only accessible through her proprietary client or the labyrinth of the dark web. There she's an icon of an entirely different culture, one far more dark than almost anyone imagined such a demure young woman like Alissa.
Unique serpentine anatomy allows for some quite nightmarish wish fullfilment – Alissa delights viewers by swallowing people whole and alive. Some are willing, shivering in anticipation as they state their name and love of Alissa before taking a fatal dive down her throat. Others are unwittingly lured in on dates as lovers, or some are simply abducted or bought. The hapless people are meticolously recorded, savored, and every moment of their demise broadcast and sold. And no one enjoys the display more than Alissa herself, the begging and squirming of captured prey luring her sadistic, cruel instincts to the fore front. The Midnight Stream is a chance to relish in her deep seated desires, completely hidden from the wider world and more importantly from her prospective prey. Those unlucky souls lured in by her appearance and sweet online persona quickly find themselves invited back to her apartment – never to return.
Modern technology gives a new dimension to the pursuit of prey. Hunting is no longer just about strength or speed, but using both the real and vitural worlds to get the advantage. Plus, it's always so fun to send the last snap shot of some hapless meal in the back of her throat to her followers on Gurglr. More eager meals can butter themselves up on half-nude pictures of Alissa in seductive repose, high definition audio of coils squeezing and harsh, lustful gulps. All, of course, to excite the prey until they can't help themselves and send a final, fateful message to the idol of their desire.
Permavore
My raison d'etre. This is where loved, delicious cuties come to die. You can nervously tiptoe around it or just blurt it out upfront, but I'll get the message nice and clear. For those concerned permavore is never a requirement for a scene despite being my main interest. Everyone you see snackrificing their lives has done so of their own volition, but of course we can always a fun withouth long lasting consequences. If you find yourself having second thoughts don't hesitate to bring them up, I won't mind a bit.
Guest List
Some meals like to know they're being hunted, their days counting down like seconds on a clock. Say your goodbyes to anyone here while you can. Everyone on this list is a volunteer - I will not put names on this list without explicit permission.
Perma ☠ Meals
Aly was a lovely girl, her stream just getting off the ground and looking for a niche when she hit upon the idea of asking her idol to feature her for a sub boost. Get a little exposure. It wasn't a surprise when the serpent said yes - she loved guests, especially lesser known ones - but she asked Aly if she wanted to feature in the special late night stream, the one only for the most dedicated fans. How could she say no? Poor thing didn't know why that show was so special. Why all the guests mysteriously retired and seemingly vanished shortly after. Aly learned the hard way what happens to delicious guests, and all that's left of the tall girl is a bleached skull on Alissas' trophy shelf. Pay respects in chat everyone~ ((Whispers 4/2/2020))
Server_Jem was an absolute treat of a waitress - not the best at waiting tables, but a lovely and happy girl nonetheless. It was her bubbly attitude and bouncing rump that caught the attention of the dangerous serpent, and the naive girl was eager to go on a lunch date after a few cheap shots. Her break came around and she was taken around back by the eager snake. Every other server knows what happens when a delicious blonde with a supple hourglass gets dragged into the alley by a massive serpent. Naive thing Jem was she didn't have the faintest clue that snake was going to stuff her down that fat, throbbing python and splatter the alley wall with churned up waitress after giving that fat white peach a few good slaps. All that's left of the sweet girl is a puddle of rapidly cooling cum and a cute metal nametag on Alissas' trophy shelf. ((Whispers, 4/10/2020))
Marie Trusteou had barely spent a week on the job at reception for HappyFlowers Inc., finally getting a handle on her responsbilities and settling in with the corporate culture. But she didn't last long enough to make the connection between the mysterious, unwashable stain on her desk and the timely disappearence of her predecessor when Alissa slithered into the building and laid eyes on the supple brunette. Marie ending up in a long conversation with the obviously predatory snake about her preferences for living prey, and that's when the hungry snake really took a long look. Everything she liked in a potential meal was just sitting there, behind a desk with a nervous smile and a tight sweater hugging her heavy bosom. With the unfortunate receptionist firmly in her sights, she slowly inched over the desk, hungry glare baring down on Marie until she slithered over and pushed the girl against the wall. Slowly undressed, Alissa savored a few long looks at the delicious girl before sliding her blushing face between her lips and greedily swallowing. Marie struggled at first, her dulled survival instinct kicking in as serpent trapped her against the wall, but she surrendered to her lust as soon as she realized lamia's intention. There was no use in struggling, no point in a such a futile fight - Marie blushed and quivered as Alissa kissed, groped, savored the helpless human meal before slowly opening her wet maw wide. The human girl was frozen in fear and lust as she was slowly slurped down into the serpents' hot, inescapable maw. Inch by pale inch, her supple body squeezed down the serpents' throat and into the long, wet gullet. Marie didn't have much time to pleasure herself in the hot, suffocating confines of the snake's gut, Alissa's ear pressed against the taut outline of meat as listening eagerly as the girls' heart stopped. The lump of Marie meat was nothing but unrecognizable slop by that night, and all that's left of the tender receptionist is her cheap steel name plate in a smug snake's trophy collection. (( Whispers, 05/07/2020))
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