“I doubt that, bitch. Who's going to call the cops?” I asked, leering at her.Seeing that she was struggling for an answer, I leaned close to her e...r and whisperedinto it: “You are going to die tonight.” Her face paled, and the thrashing got more violent.She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get free, out of my strong arms.I am tall. I am heavy. I am built. She's just a girl, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.What chance did she ever have? Against me? Against any man? I heldboth. At least that's what I told myself to suppress a scream, relying on the years of professionalism to power through the scene.I could feel tiny flicks near my pussy, like the hot breath of the creature's head, nestled and nuzzled against my waist. I might have screamed, but my mind stayed rational, reminding me these were professionals, a well-reputed company.If I panicked, the snake might.I took deep breaths, feeling the coils tighten around my legs, no longer sure how many were on my body.. "But, uh, aren't they ..... uh ..... a little ..... uh, 'girlie'," Iblurted out."I don't think so, but if you want you can always let them grow backout," Christine said.At school the following Monday, I did get stares from a couple of theguys, but a number of the girls came up to me and told me how much cuterI looked with my eyebrows that way. And after a couple of days ofcontinually checking my "new look" out every time I walked past a mirror,I decided that I rather liked what Christine had. Yeah, she loved my cock, deep and thick pressing against the walls of her pussy, thick enough to pull on her cunt lips and sensitive clit. Despite her pleas to the contrary, I gripped those big mounds and milk began leaking. I’d gotten her. She was losing control. She enjoyed my cock too much to stop and she was finally beyond caring about her milk leaking. She was even beyond any intelligible language. She was out of control humping my cock. If I told her that I had won the lottery, it would.