“Hey, Bear, hit me!” I heard her husky voice before I turned to glance at the tall, muscular woman as she slid onto a stool three down from mine, dropping a heavy, burlap bag. Wet hair was plastered to her head, and her great tits and ass were revealed by the clothes clinging to her. She had snake tattoos winding up her bare arms. To say she was eye-catching was putting it mildly.

“Dammit! You’re dripping on my floor again, Ana. You’ll get my peanut shells all soggy.”

“Ha! You know you like me hot and dripping – don’tcha?”

The burly bartender’s eyes turned heavenward, “Do I look foolish?” He moved down the bar, then returned with a frosty mug of beer and a shot. “One Snake Eater – on your tab?”

She nodded as she took a big slurp from the mug, “The gummint’s gonna pick this one up. Number 63, in the bag!” and she kicked the large bag at her feet.

As I looked at it, it seemed to move again, thumping against the wooden side of the bar in response to the kick.

“You didn’t bring that animal in here? Look, Ana, I told you…”

“Aww, Bear, lighten up! This one breaks the record. I’m Queen of the Pythons!”

She reached down, cautiously put her hand in the bag, and pulled out a giant Burmese python, grasping it behind its head. It hissed at her and she gurgled back, then stuffed it into the bag, pulling the drawstring tight.

The lumps in the bag moved around, then eventually settled down. I was shocked – and fascinated.

“Pretty amazing, hunh?”

I raised my eyes to see her staring at me, a broad grin on her face, and something more.

I nodded. “So, you catch pythons for a living?” thinking, Jeez, I’d like to fuck her!

“Nah, that’s just a hobby, but a lucrative one. The state placed a bounty on pythons once they realized that assholes were dumping their pets in the ‘Glades when they found out how big they’d get.”

“Interesting. So, do you have any … other … hobbies?”

The bartender muttered, “Oh, shit,” and moved down the bar.

She turned full on towards me, boots hooked on the stool’s crossbar, legs spread wide, a sardonic, taunting smile on her face. She looked me up and down. “Yeah, I like to fuck. You?”

I turned on my stool to face her. “I’ve been known to pork a hot hole or two.”

She snorted. “Do you have a name?”

Nodding, “I do.”

She rolled her eyes. “Are you gonna tell me, or are we gonna waste time when we could be fucking your brains out?”

I stood up, all six foot four of me. “It’s Richie. But you can call me Dick.” And I hooked my thumbs into my belt to better display my lethal weapon.

She laughed and slid off her stool. “Well, okay, then, Dick! Let’s blow this popsicle stand and find out whether you actually have something in there…” She gestured towards my crotch, “…or if that’s just where you keep your spare socks.”

She reached down, grabbed the sack, swung it over her shoulder, causing her entire sinewy body to sway with the weight of the snake, then walked towards the door, feet sloshing on the floor.

I brought some bills out of my pocket, tossed them on the bar. “Thanks, Bear.”

“Did you want me to notify your next of kin?” he called after me.

I just raised my middle finger above my head as I sauntered after her.

We got in her truck, and as soon as I had settled in, she grabbed my crotch and started to stroke my dick through my jeans. “Okay, Dick, do you want to unwrap that bad boy for me so I can get a gander at your namesake?”

Smirking, I lifted my ass, unzipped, and pulled out Cockmaster for her.

“My, my! Nice little sidewinder we have here!” She leaned forward and inhaled the top three inches of my dick, clearly practiced at snake eating. I placed my hands on the back of her head and pushed.

She smiled, then slid all the way down until her mouth met the zipper of my jeans. I held her there and she sucked on my cock, massaging it, until I thought I’d shoot my load. Finally, she batted my hand away, slid up my length, letting my cock pop free, causing it to wave back and forth.

“Let’s go somewhere we can get down and dirty, shall we?” she smiled at me. “Leave the big guy out to enjoy the scenery.”

I sat back, leaving my dick hard, pulsing, and high.

She put the truck in gear, and sprayed gravel around the parking lot.

She tossed the bag with the snake in a wooden box outside her shack, then we banged through the front door, groping and kissing, urgent and horny.

Once the door was closed and locked, she twirled away from me, her hand casually reached down and grabbed Cockmaster and pulled like the handle of a wagon. I was happy to follow.

She walked through to a surprisingly large bathroom with a huge walk-in shower lit all purple and shit. Her clothes were still plastered to her body in the humidity of the Florida night, so I wasn’t that surprised when she walked me into the shower and turned it on.

Spray erupted from all sides. “Hey! You’re gonna get my clothes wet, bitch!”

She laughed – a gurgling sound like she'd made to the snake. “Yup.”

Pushing me back against the shower wall, she started pumping Cockmaster with one hand, then reached up and pulled my head to hers, kissing me, tongue deep and probing. I wrapped my arms around her. Clearly, she had a thing for spraying water. I was game – as long as she paid Cockmaster appropriate deference.

I was groping her, squeezing her tits and hard-muscled ass as the warm water sluiced over our bodies. After a while, she broke, pushed back a bit, and reached for my “USA” belt buckle, quickly undid it, unbuttoned my jeans, then knelt down and pushed my jeans and jockeys down to my ankles, freeing Cockmaster.

“Well, hi there, big boy. Let’s see if we can get all of you inside my hot and hungry li’l mouth,” she breathed to it. Sounded good to me!

She grasped Cockmaster, and started to lick the precum oozing from the tip, then licked all around my cockhead. Opening wide, she slid all the way down, bottom lip on my balls, top lip pressed against the thatch of my crotch. I’d been deep throated before – usually by forcing the little darlin’ down, gagging all the way – but she was the first to swallow Cockmaster in one, slick slide.

I grasped her head and held her there until she fisted my hands away, slid off, and stood up. She’d be back down on her knees, I knew, so I played along. “Let’s see if the rest of you bod matches your … prick,” and she flicked a finger against Cockmaster, causing me to wince slightly.

Standing back, she slowly slid my now-soaking t-shirt up my torso, oohing and aahing over my muscles, finally pushing my arms up over my head and working the t-shirt up so it covered my head.

I heard a click and felt something close around my wrist, followed by another click as the other wrist was encircled. Alarmed, I yanked – and both arms were stopped by some kind of chain.

“You crazy little bitch! What the fuck are you doing?”

She didn’t answer, but I heard her step out of the shower stall, then return. I felt cold metal against my chest, and tried to struggle. “Hold still, Dick. We wouldn’t want to cut you by accident, now would we?”

She cut my t-shirt off, leaving my upper body naked. I shook the water off my head, looked up to see manacles around my wrists, chained to the wall on some sort of pulley arrangement. With my jeans around my ankles and my boots on, there was no way of getting my feet free. I was trapped, naked and spread-eagled against the wall.

“Okay, stud – here’s how it’s gonna go. You can play along and get your redneck brains fucked out, or you can say ‘I give up’ at any time and I’ll let you go. Got it?”

I just stared at her, then smiled. “You’re some kinda crazy, you know that?”

She nodded, “Oh, yeah,” and she sank to her knees, water cascading over her hair.  “Now, where was I?”

And she sucked my cock deep down her throat again, this time grabbing my balls, and stretching my sac. Then I felt something snug around my balls, and a cold, metal circle clicked shut, trapping them. She let go, and a weight pulled my balls down hard. They swung slowly.

“What the fuck!”

She slid back, flicked my balls, and said, “A little token of my af-fuck-tion” then went back to deep throating me.

She sucked and slid back up until just my cockhead was in her mouth, licked the slit, then slid back down, slowly, sucking slightly and massaging my dick as she went until she had it all in again, nose against my crotch.

She did this three times, teasing, and I could feel my balls start to draw up – then they were stopped by the thick metal disk. My sac continued to contract, squeezing my balls ’til they ached. I thought my balls would explode, pulled tight up against the disk encircling them. Then they spurted – hard.

My head exploded, too. Glancing down, I saw her gag, cheeks puffing out as cum filled her mouth, and I smiled smugly to myself. Cocksucking little cunt, I thought.

When I was done, she slid off my cock, wiped her mouth on the back of her arm and stood up, then stripped and stood wide-legged.  She was slim, ripped, and sexy. I could see that her cunt lips were pink and puffy. She was one fucked-up chick, but kinky as hell.

She gurgled in her throat. “Good boy!” Stepping forward, she pressed her body against mine, capturing drooping Cockmaster between her legs, going up on her toes to do so, then dropping down. I felt hot honey slide along my cock. She was ready, and I could feel Cockmaster starting to firm up again.

She slid away from me, then turned, grabbed a stool from a corner, bent forward, one hand on the stool, and moved back, reaching between her legs, grabbing Cockmaster, and guiding him between her cunt lips. Once he was properly seated, she pushed back hard, ramming him home, both hands on the stool in front of her. I noticed she had a tat on her lower back – “CONDA” in gothic letters – and wondered what that was about.

Then she started to arch her back, and I forgot everything else. She started moving forward off Cockmaster until she barely had his cockhead in her cunt, paused, looked back and smirked at me, then slid back until she had shoved my prick home against her baby button. She repeated this over and over, but way too slowly. If I’d been free, I’d have grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast.

I could feel her muscles rippling and grasping my cock. They seemed to be spasming, and she started breathing hard, dropped her head, moaning loudly, then screamed, shoving back hard against me, ramming all of me inside her tight little pussy.

I didn’t care, because by this time Cockmaster was cocked, locked, and loaded, then blasted cum into that clenching little twat, my balls objecting to being pulled against the ball block, but still pulsing hard.

I went rigid, straining against my chains, screaming. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard – then collapsed, limp, but still chained in place.

We stayed like that for a beat, then she slid off me, stood up, kicked the stool away, dropped to her knees, water splattering off her head, and captured Cockmaster in her hot mouth, tongue working all around. Next, she sucked his limp length back into her throat, making “mmm” sounds, taking all of him in, then licking and sucking all the way out, finally leaving him with a pop.

He dangled, limp but still thick, pulsing slightly.

“We taste good together, stud.” She stood, legs spread, reached between her legs and gathered our mingled cum dripping from her cunt, then brought it to my mouth, smearing mingled cum around my lips, finally pushing them into my mouth. It was sexy as fuck, and my dick started to harden again.

She stepped back and smirked at me, grasping Cockmaster in her hand. “Nice tool you got there, Dick. Let’s see what other tricks we can teach it, shall we?”

She stepped out of the shower stall, water sluicing off her naked body, then returned with a cock ring, which she snugged onto Cockmaster. I could feel the pressure building, and could see him getting harder until finally he started turning purple and throbbing.

“Hey, Ana, that’s too tight! It hurts! Gimme a little slack, will ya?”

She smirked again, then her palm jerked up and slapped my tight, purple balls.

“FUCK! You little cunt! That hurts!”

She flicked her finger against my balls and I winced. “Yeah, but you’re hard again, and ready for more, ain’tcha?”

Reaching up, she loosed the line to the pulley and my arms came down, still manacled, but no longer attached to the ceiling.

I yanked my arms in, feeling pins and needles racing up and down them, then turned and lunged at Ana…

…which she was expecting. She stepped to the side and shoved my back. With my legs hobbled, I lost my balance and splatted flat on the puddled, rubberized shower floor, turning onto my arm to break my fall.

I felt her weight settle on my back, water dripping off her onto me. I glanced behind and saw her, water spraying off her head. Smiling, she reached back and grabbed the disk around my balls, pulling it until my sac was painfully stretched.

“Now, either I can rip your balls off if you wanna play rough, or I can ride you cowgirl. I’m still hot and ready to go, so, what’s it gonna be, Dick?”

Breathing hard, I shook the water from my head. “I'd rather fuck, you horny little cunt.”

She gurgled, “I’m always horny, slim.”

She let go of my balls and got up while I rolled over.

Cockmaster waved up at me, still hard, purple, and throbbing.

Ana stepped over me, kneeled over Cockmaster, then lowered herself slowly down his length until he disappeared inside her. My whole body prickled.

Hot water was pelting onto her back, her hair dripping and framing her face, rivulets running from her tits as if they were fountaining, sluicing down her ripped abs, and funneling between and around her legs. In the purplish light framing her, she looked like some kind of water elemental, an evil one with a wide, open-mouthed grin.

She pushed up, then lowered down, slowly again, muscles rippling, and I felt my balls tighten, pulled by the disk encircling them, cock hardened by the ring. And for the third time tonight, I could feel my cum approaching, but painfully this time, and with agonizing slowness…

I woke much later, feeling like I’d be crushed by a steamroller that had backed up over my balls. Cockmaster was shriveled and lifeless, but I needed to pee. Pushing myself up, I noticed that my arms and legs were free. Naked, I stood, swaying, then looked around, and saw Ana sprawled motionless, on her front, asleep.

I was tempted to get revenge, but my bladder came first. Stumbling through the bathroom door, I plopped down on the can. It hurt to pee, but I let loose, sighing with relief.

I sat there, head hanging down. “Limp Dick” – a phrase a former girlfriend taunted me with – came to mind. I felt battered and used, yet light-headed and euphoric. It had been the damnedest night of kinky sex I’d ever had.

I stood up and found myself facing the walk-in shower, manacles on the floor. A thrill ran up my spine, my aching balls tried to crawl up my butt, then I shrugged and stumbled back into the bedroom.

I stood, swaying and looking at Ana sprawled on the bed, a sheet covering her ass, but otherwise naked. She was still sexy as hell, as fine a piece of ass as I had ever had, or who had ever had me.

I thought about revenge sex again, then decided it was too much trouble, and collapsed onto the bed, lying on my side, facing away from her.

And was surprised when she snuggled up close, spooning my back. My mouth quirked – and then I vanished back into sleep.

She dropped me in my still-dripping jeans, gave me a kiss goodbye, waved, and drove off. I snorted, then shuffled into the bar, and collapsed onto a stool, head down. A mug of steaming coffee slid under my nose, Folgers from the aroma. I lifted the cup, took a big swig, then noticed Bear smirking at me.

“Hard night?”

All I could do was nod.

“I see you got the t-shirt.”

I looked down at the shirt Ana had thrown me. There was a picture of a giant snake rearing up out of the water, and across the top was written “Anaconda.”

“What the fuck?” I mumbled, staring.

Bear chuckled. “She was Special Forces. Her squad mates called her ‘The Water Snake.’”