Trigger Warning

Posted on July 3, 2016, for the benefit of /Toonami General/

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>47 deadbeats, livin' in the backstreet
>North, east, west, south, all in the same house
>Sitting in the back room, waitin' for the big boom
>You're in the bedroom, waiting for you baby
>MOTHERFUCK
>That same fucking song has been running through your head non-goddamn-stop for the past two hours
>You've alternated between humming it, singing it aloud, tapping on the fucking wall to the beat of it for the past two hours
>You are going to go goddamn insane at this rate- assuming you haven't already, of course

>But, perhaps we're getting ahead of ourselves here
>A big reason for your inability to escape the Escape Club is that there really isn't anything else to do here at the moment
>For the past two hours, you've been hiding inside this here closet
>You've lurked, and you've waited, and you've lurked, and you've waited, and you've quietly anticipated future goings-on
>You have been bored shitless the whole time
>The only thing running through your head- apart from wondering how much fucking longer you were going to be waiting here- has been the song playing on your car radio when you parked it, turned it off, and walked the 3 blocks to this apartment
>You let yourself in with the key you had on your ring, navigated to the bedroom in the dark (couldn't turn on the lights, that might alert someone outside), and hid in this closet to wait

>And oh man, has it been a looooong two hours
>Worst part was that you HAD to keep that song running in your head
>If you got too bored, let your mind slip too much, you might fall asleep, and then the whole plan goes tits-up
>So you had to maintain some vague form of mental activity to stave off unconsciousness
>Which was mostly just... welll... yeah, just singing along to a song stuck in your head
>That, and checking to see if anything in this closet is stuff that's been missing from your own place
>Meanwhile, other people are probably off doing far more exciting things with their lives
>People getting pizza, people seeing movies, Mandy's in the backroom handing out Valium, Sheriff's on the airwaves, talking to the DJs
>MOTHERFUCK

>Suddenly, you hear something go "click" with all the volume of a gunshot
>Holy shit, it's showtime
>You get up from a sitting position and hunch near the door to listen a little better
>Light from the apartment proper spills into the closed through the gap at the floor as you hear keys and pocket possession hitting hard surfaces
>A small shadow passes by the closet, and you momentarily recoil in fear that the door might open
>You wait several minutes, hearing only isolated and heavily muffled thumps that don't really tell you much about what's going on
>Then the light shuts off, only to be replaced by the more artificial lighting of a computer monitor
>After a few seconds, you hear the telltale sounds of someone taking a shotgun to Hell's minions
>Time to rock and roll

>Moving carefully, you stand up and open the door as quietly as possible
>Just as expected, Asada Shino is sitting down at her computer desk with her back to the rest of the apartment (bad form for someone with a target on her)
>There's a freshly-opened bottled drink standing next to her mouse hand, a small pile of candies on the other side of the keyboard, and nothing she could possibly use to fend you off
>Okay, the bottle would probably hurt like a son of a bitch if she hit you in the face with it, but hopefully you'll gain control of the situation before she can try that
>You start to move towards her with agonizing slowness, carefully timing your steps to coincide with each gunshot so that she doesn't hear you coming
>Silent and swift, you reach down and pull the gun out from its holster on your hip
>Beretta M9 Semiautomatic, 9x19mm parabellum rounds in a 15-round mag

>You creep across the room, avoiding the various pitfalls on the floor that could give you away
>Pair of shoes, plastic bag, the odd book here and there
>There's a pile of fabric that you recognize- she's already changed into much more lax clothes
>Good, that'll make this much easier
>You finally move into position just behind her chair
>As far as you can tell, Asada is still oblivious to your presence
>Time to make your entrance

>You stand up straight, allowing you to look over her head and down the cleavage of her tank top
>Quietly, you raise the gun so that it's aimed directly at the back of her head
>You clench your teeth and suck in a breath to get her attention, then switch off the safety and pull back the hammer
>The click is impossibly loud, drowning out the limited number of other noises
>Asada's breathing takes on a distinctly "stressed" tone- ragged and short, borderline hyperventilating
>She locks up in place, her only movements the rapid twitching of her hand on the mouse
>Time to take firm control of the situation, then
>"Not a sound out of you. Don't move unless I tell you to. Got it?"
>She nods her head in acceptance
>"Good. Out of the chair."

>Asada slowly stands up from her computer desk and turns around to face you
>Upon seeing the gun, her eyes go wide and she starts to visibly sweat
>"Take the shirt off. Let me see those tits."
>She reaches down and grabs the bottom of her top, then lifts it up and over her head
>You're treated to the sight of her breasts rising up with the fabric before being released to bounce back down into a neutral position
>Taking a few steps backwards, you sit down on the edge of her bed and spread your legs

>"Get over here and make me comfortable."
>Asada takes a few trembling steps forward, only barely staying upright
>She drops to her knees in front of you and reaches for your groin to begin unzipping your pants
>Her hands dive into your now-open fly and fish out your semi-erect cock
>To her credit, she begins pumping and licking the tip without needing to be told or prompted
>After a few seconds, her ministrations bring you to full hardness, and she starts to run her tongue up and down the length of your shaft
>She reaches back into your pants with a free hand and begins to fondle your balls
>When she's not looking at the gun in your hand, she's looking up at your face to make sure she's doing everything to your liking
>As she makes one long pass with her tongue from the base of your length to your head, you admit that yeah, this is to your liking

>You know what, though?
>It could be better
>"Why don't you give me a little extra breathing room?"
>You tap the barrel of the gun against your jeans to make sure she knows what you're talking about
>Asada releases your jewels and starts to undo your belt, then gets a firm grip on your waistline
>After the first tug, she adjusts enough to grab onto your boxers, then continues to pull
>She quickly has your pants pulled down around your ankles, and your junk is free to dangle in the wind
>You gesture, and she returns to cupping your balls while stroking your cock

>This is nice, but you didn't hide in a closet for two hours for just a handjob and some lipstick stains
>You gently thwack the gun against her temple to make sure you've got Asada's full and undivided attention
>Based on the way her eyes go wide as she suddenly stops, it works like a charm
>Grabbing your dick with your free hand, you pull out of her grip and slap your meat against her frozen-open mouth once or twice
>"Enough of the fucking foreplay. Lemme see you take it all in."
>She nods her head as if to accept, but then tries to stand up while reaching for the waistline of her shorts
>Gritting your teeth in obvious displeasure, you grab her by the chin and slam her face back into your groin
>"WRONG. Try again, you dumb slut."

>Realization seems to finally dawn on her, and she maneuvers into position
>Still keeping a terrified watch on the gun, she wraps her lips around the tip of your member and begins sucking
>Then she starts to gently bob her head up and down, and you feel more of your cock being enveloped by the warm wetness of Asada's mouth
>She uses her tongue to press you against the roof of her mouth while her hands pump the still-exposed portion of your shaft, clearly trying to drive you to an early climax to end the experience
>You, however, are having none of it, primarily because you can tell that she's not going nearly as far down on you as she could be
>"You better start doing a better fucking job, or I'm gonna be seeing if I can go clear through to the other side of your head, got it?"
>Pressing the barrel of the gun up against her face seems to do a decent job of getting your point across
>She starts to suck on you with renewed vigor, pressing down far enough for you to start prodding up against her throat with each pass

>Confidant that there won't be a need for any further instruction, you finally start to relax
>You place your free hand on Asada's head and then gently lean back onto her bed
>As your eyes roll back, you can hear her gulping and softly whimpering around the mass of your meat
>After a minute or two, you decide to push the envelope
>Craning your head to watch her face, you push down on her head as she reaches her lowest depth
>She starts to gag and her eyes water as you feel her throat starting to yield to you
>After only a few passes, the sensation of being violated like this overwhelms the girl
>Exerting more force than what you've been halfassedly putting out, she pulls herself completely off of you and starts coughing and gasping
>Then she immediately stops, primarily because you've stuck the pistol where your cock was 5 seconds ago

>"Don't fucking do that again, you understand? If I want to fuck your throat like a toy, I'll fuck your throat like a toy and you'll fucking thank me for it, got it?"
>Normally you might see her rapid head nodding as an acceptable answer, but this is a time to assert dominance and be aggressive, not passive
>"You wanna be a little more fucking appreciative, slut?"
>You take the pistol out of Asada's mouth and place it under her chin, allowing her to respond amidst the tears in her eyes and the undoubted rawness of her throat
>"Th... thank you for f-fucking my throat like a toy, s-s-sir..."
>Oooh, you didn't even have to correct her on her form of address!
>This one'll go places in life, assuming she makes it out of here alive

>Satisfied with her response, you reposition your gun hand so that you're no longer threatening to blow off her jaw
>Instead, you move it up so that it rejoins your other hand on the top of her head
>Asada reaches down and begins to continue sucking your cock with more effort and determination
>With each bob of her head you can feel more and more of her tight throat giving way to your manhood
>Between her own drive to not die and the force you're exerting, she quickly manages to make her chin make contact with your balls
>You hold her down there for a few seconds to drive your point home
>She starts to gag, and you feel your cock being repeatedly constricted by her esophagus
>The sensation proves to be just a little too much for your sex-addled mind

>Letting off just enough to let Asada catch her breath, you decide that it's time to do more than just sit there
>You shove her head down, and buck your hips upwards at the same time
>She lets out a muffled cry as your groin smacks into her face, then starts to gag and choke as you let off and repeat the process
>With each thrust, you can feel her throat desperately trying to adjust to your repeated violation
>You're having a pretty hard time breathing too; whether it's because of your posture or because you're just not paying attention, you're getting lightheaded from lack of air
>A few seconds later and nope, it's because you're on the verge of having something rupture
>You briefly pick up the pace of your thrusting, and feel your balls clench up as a force begins surging up your shaft

>Plunging as far into Asada's throat as you possibly can, you peel your gun hand from the top of her head
>It's shaking almost as badly as she is, but she's too focused on seeing the pistol being aimed between her eyes to notice that detail
>"Suck it down, swallow every fucking bit of it, I swear to fucking God if I see a single fucking drop come out of your fucking mouth I will fucking end you here and now, don't you dare fucking test me on this-"
>Well, at leas that's what you WANT to be telling her, but the orgasm ripping through your body means that you're not entirely sure what comes out of your mouth
>Most of it just sounds like various permutations of the word "fuck" and your clenched teeth clacking together like you've suddenly developed lockjaw
>Fortunately, Asada seems to figure out that having a gun trained on her while you explode into her throat and hiss at her proooobably means something specific
>Other than gagging on your pulsating member, she doesn't make any effort to stop you from launching your load deep into her gullet

>After several long seconds of filling Asada's gut with your cum, your orgasm subsides
>You slowly tug and ease your dick out of her throat and pull out of her mouth
>A quick inspection shows that apart from a hell of a lot of saliva, your cock is otherwise clean
>Asada's open mouth and lolling tongue likewise show no evidence that you were just inseminating her stomach
>"Ver... mmhh... very good..."
>Despite the abundant fear in her expression, she seems to relax slightly at the implication that the nightmare is over
>Oh no, darling, not by a long shot, not while you can still feel a second round sitting in your magazine
>You grab Asada by the throat and pull her with you as you stand up from the bed
>"I think someone... deserves a little something in return for all that..."
>Terror and despair start to seep back into her face as the implication of what you're saying sinks in
>"Don't you think so?"
>The hand wrapped around her still-sore esophagus, coupled with the way you start to rub the pistol against her bare breasts, makes it clear that she has no real choice but to nod in agreement
>"Good girl."

>You spin around and shove her face-first onto the bed
>Pinning her down with the weight of your body, you reach down and roughly pull her shorts off to expose her pussy
>Reaching between her thighs with your free hand, your fingertips quickly become drenched in juices
>"Ooh, has somebody been enjoying this a little more than they've been letting on?"
>Pressing into her folds elicits a loud moan that answers your question better than words could
>"Naughty little slut, aren't you?"
>Asada's only response is to continue moaning under your assault on her sex, accompanied by squirming and pushing her ass into your hips
>Whether she's actually enjoying any of this that much, or is just putting on a show to try to satisfy you is up for debate, but you're  pleased by her display either way

>For several minutes, you're content to lie there and finger Asada's pussy
>She tries a few times to reign in her responses, but fails each time and simply ends up moaning even louder, or spasming twice as hard to the next hook of your fingers or slap of your hand on her groin
>Before long, you feel yourself start to rise to attention, and know that your next barrage is loaded
>You take away your hand, and she gasps at the sudden absence
>You grapple and maneuver her around so that she's positioned correctly: face down, ass up in the air, legs spread wide and waiting
>Then you line up and take your first shot, and she lets out a scream as your meat fills up her insides
>Oh no, that will not do at all
>You remind her of exactly who is in control by planting the gun firmly against her temple, causing her to start hyperventilating in a combination of panic, fear, and arousal
>"You make another sound like that, and it'll be the last fucking thing you ever hear. Understood?"
>She nods quickly, though it's hard to be sure if it's to be agreeable, or to make you resume fucking her faster

>Planting your free hand against her shoulder, you pull out and plunge back in
>Her pussy clenches and tugs at your member as though she can't bear to be apart from you
>As you begin to establish a rhythm, you watch Asada contorting herself to try to stay silent
>It starts as just biting down on her lip, but she quickly starts grabbing fistfuls of bedsheets in a deathgrip to release the energy being pent up
>Her entire body twitches and spasms, and her skin becomes slick with perspiration
>Almost as an afterthought, you take the gun off of her head and gently press the barrel against her clenched lips
>She takes it as some kind of order, and opens her mouth to accept it
>Well... fuck, alright, if she wants to get kinky, you can damn well get kinky

>You stuff the barrel into her mouth, and she wraps her lips around it
>Following closely is the soft sound of her sucking on the metal
>Her head starts to bob back and forth, and you reciprocate by nudging the gun in time to your own thrusts in and out of her pussy
>You start to moan as your cock is subjected to almost volcanic heat and pressure from the contractions of her inner walls
>In return, Asada takes her mouth off of your piece and begins running her tongue around the rim, at times even sticking it into the barrel
>Then she suddenly pulls her head away from it and bites down hard, her eyes squinting shut as she tries desperately to contain herself
>She draws in one final, shuddering breath, and then her eyes shoot open and threaten to pop clear out of her skull
>At the same time, you feel your groin and thighs become drenched in fluid as her walls attempt to compact your prick into a pencil

>The sight of Asada's mind short-circuiting, coupled with the way her orgasm electrifies your cock, drives you over the edge
>You unleash a bellow as you unload your balls into Asada for the second time in an hour
>Her pussy is filled up by your third shot, and each subsequent jet causes white-hot seed to spill out of her and onto each other's thighs
>After what feels like long minutes of geysering jizz into her depths- it's probably only one minute, at best- you finally come to a halt
>Whatever energy you were running on that kept you going through two sessions finally abandons you, and you collapse to the bed next to Asada

>As you both lie there, Asada wheezing into your ear from exertion, you relax your grip and hear the gun fall to the floor
>You manage to summon enough power to kick off your shoes and pants, then pull off your shirt to match
>There are a few seconds of feeling the air play across your nude form before the bed shifts
>Asada shuffles over onto you and nuzzles her face into your neck as she gently runs her hand across your chest
>You wrap your arm around her body and fill your hands with her ass
>After a while, you regain enough energy to open your mouth and do something other than breathe
>"So... I know that I knew what I was doing... but just for the sake of peace of mind, do you-"
>"Titanium. The word was titanium."
>"Okay, good to know."
>"Are you gonna leave?"
>"My car's three blocks away and I'm shot. Speaking of, did I do a decent job of surprising you?"
>"Absolutely. Thank you."
>"No no no, thank YOU."
>This girl can be a handful sometimes with the way she likes to roll, but fuck, man, you can't say you don't have a good time
>Hopefully the gun won't get devoured by anything living under her bed; the dummy magazine you can do without, but you'd rather have something more substantial than just a firing pin and trigger assembly in your gun locker at home
>Maybe tomorrow you'll head out for pizza, maybe see a show, maybe hit a nightclub and dance to the beat that you like best
>Heading for the 90s, living in the wild, wild west
>MOTHERFUCK