A Crushing Grip

The snake never quite released its grip, but every once in a while the coils would relax somewhat. This gave her time to draw in air, but as soon as she recovered the struggle against another oncoming squeeze would continue. She found it strange the way the coils held her in place. They tightened in such a way that it looked as if they were grinding tighter and tighter against her body, yet the coils weren't so solid that she was being crushed(although the pressure around her ribs was definitely intense). In a way, this squeeze was quite comfortable... Like getting a massage. However, the tightness around her body made her a bit claustrophobic and she could barely move at all. All the power in her struggling body couldn't free her. Twisting her core this way and that, she could feel her body pressing back against the grip that confined her. A sudden cinch of the powerful spiral of muscle pressed her arms into the side of her ribs, the scaly skin rubbed against her breasts and mashed them tightly against her lungs. "HUGHHH! AHhh!! Why are you doing this?! Wh-hughhhh... ehh.. ngh... ah.. HELP-Araghh!!ughhh-uhh-ehhh-nn.. ..."