ATannie-Life with Anon-Chapter 1/7

>knock-knock-knock
>pissed off at everything and everyone, you head downstairs and prepare to scream at anyone who dared interrupt you on your day off
>oh, hello Mrs. Evans
anon dear, I hope I'm not disturbing you, am I?
>ahh, no I was up.. reading the paper actually
I have to ask a favor, you know I am trying to get rid of my husband's old things now that he's gone, but I could use a little help with the garage, could you help an old woman, and I'll give you some dollars for your help?
>augh, sure Mrs. Evans
>this woman most likely predates the invention of the wheel, and could use a hand
>you spend a good three hours helping her clean out the garage, she does what she can, but you do the heavy lifting
Anon, there is an old iron pipe in there, can you move it to the waste pile?
>That's not a pipe...that's a barrel, like 3 feet of barrel
>wait a second, the silly long gas tube, the fuck hueg muzzle brake...
>that's a fucking PTRS barrel
>you dive in and look for the rest of it
>it's just next to it, so that op got completed quickly
>Mrs. Evans, that pipe was actually a barrel to a rifle and-
Then it definitely is going in the trash pile!
>actually, mind if I just take this instead of anything you pay me?
You are crazy, little one, but if that is what your heart desires, so be it
>just as you are finished, you run home
>well, as much running as a 50lbs, almost 7' rifle allows
>well at home, you figure out how to get the thing assembled, fuck, that's a big rifle
>"ohh, my beautiful rifle, image she was going to throw you away?  Well I won't!" you say loudly to no one at all as you embrace the still steel and wooden gun
>but for now some damn food, the woman had a battalions worth of shit in the garage and you carried most of it
>milk and cereal? well why the fuck not
>your eating is interrupted by noises from the living room
>you listen for a second
>nothing
>you return to eating
>actually, this is a good point to return to bed, you really need some sleeping after last night
>the rifle can't stand on the kitchen table and brought it along
after all that work, sleep comes easy
>you wake up some time later by having someone half lying on you
>"W-wait what? Who are you?"
>a pair of big blue eyes stare back at you
I am your rifle!  You saved me from going to the trash! I love you! W-what's your name?
>you try to get up to create some distance, but this does not achieve very much, she's heavy
>did I bring home a fucking landwhale?
>"Uhh, this is a little creepy..."
>she gets up quickly, sitting on the side of the bed
>her hair is a long and coal black..and you are starting to see where that weight is coming from
>she's not fat, her figure is actually really good, she has two very large and round things going for her, but she appears to just be very tall
>even just sitting on the bedside, she has an inch or two over you, and you are just on the right side of 6'
"Do you have a name?"
>"sure, I'm anon"
Hello anon! And thanks again!  I've been in there for a long time, and now there are so many things I want to do! B-but if you're tired, we can rest first
>"uh, I'm not gonna get any more sleep now anyways, do you have anything planned?"
>her eyes light up, glimmering, almost staring into the deepest being of your soul
Everything!
>"that sounds great, but you can't do everything in one afternoon, you have to start at one thing, and then do one thing later you know, so you have to start...somewhere"
B-but there is so much! I want to shoot, I want to get real food, like you eat, I want to be loved, I want to be cleaned, and and cleaned like you as well!  Shower, right?  I want to do that too!
>"Well, suppose we could start with eating, I might get a chance to know you a bit."
>Yes! And same for me!
>"Gonna have to get some groceries, first though, I could make you some-
What? You? Nonono, you are man and owner, I am woman and rifle, I make the food.  That has always been roles.  I can't look like I cannot handle myself in kitchen on first day like this!  It would be shameful!
>"Okay...uhh, I got precious little here though, so we still have to go buy something.
Together?
>Yeah, sure, just you know, be like you are now and all will be cool, alright?
Okay anon!  Let's go!
>When she got dressed again, it is painfully obvious that she is at least two inches taller than you
>probably three or something
>she seemed shocked to the fact that you had your own car, even if it was a 20 yo shitbox
>her eyes light up as you get to the store
s-so many things
>"What, this isn't even a big store"
>her eyes, however, do not cease to sparkle
>She takes her time, and inspects what feels like every god damn item in the entire store asking what everything is, even if half of what you say and show her is completely new
>it's touching seeing her getting some kind of all new experience
>she is also completely oblivious that both baskets that she refuses to let you carry are filled to the brim and most likely very heavy
>you show her how to put the items on the "track without tank" pay for everything, put it in three bags and head for the car
>she took so much time it's actually dark outside
>so much for doing everything
>just around the corner to the parking lot, a melanin enriched gentleman is standing, some pistol half drawn
>you honkey, why don you-
>this is as far as he gets
>before you have even started thinking about reaching for your pistol, his face is approached by a very fast right jab
>very soon afterwards, he's on the ground, with two hands grabbing his collar, a knee on his stomach, and a very angry woman screaming very angry sounding things in Russian two inches from his face
>he tries to move, but faces just the same weight issues you did, but under very much more unpleasant conditions
>the pistol wasn't even a real one, and is quickly destroyed with a swift stomp
>you are still in shock
Sorry anon, but that man was not nice at all, i-it's okay, right?
>"T-that was very fast"
You should never point toy gun at someone.  I'm sorry if I got a little upset
>"you know what, I'm completely fine with that"
Okay anon, good!  Let's go home so I can make you some food!
>"you know, as much as I'd love you to cook for me, I can make food myself"
Of course you can, you are man, no?  You can, but you also have a woman in house who can, so you don't have to!
>"Well, if you say so, let's go"
>you get home, she gets in an apron and starts cooking
>she makes a massive casserole of...something, but it does smell delicious
>"so, thanks, for the food...actually, you never told me your name"
Don't worry, it is my duty, no?  And I...well, my first soldier who should have done that...only called me bad things, because I couldn't cycle when I was dirty, and then there was storage, and then the other man, that died now, and he only shot me once.  I never showed myself to him, he, fought in Korea, and I was afraid that...But that is all over now, because you have me now anon!  And you will treat me better, because you said I was beautiful!  And that you wouldn't throw me away!
>"Yeah, no, I would never do that"
>she just smiles and looks really happy
>this makes you happy
>you fill yourself to the brim with food, and yet most of it is left
>"So, what's more on your list of things to do?"
>she ponders this for a second
I want to be clean now!
>"I'd have to look up how to properly clean a PTRS I suppose"
Maybe I can shower instead?
***
There is a few minutes of silence from the bathroom
>"uhh, are you alright in there?"
a-anon, could you help me, I've never showered before, and I don't know how they work
>is she serious?
>"uhh, I'll come in then?"
Yes
>she is standing in the shower booth and looks at the shower head as if it was a mystery
>she also has absolutely no clothes on, and your presence does not seem to bother her the slightest
>"right, use this lever to get the right temperature for the water, and use this-"
You have warm water as well?
>"yeah, of course"
Can I use it to shower in?
>"Yes, what else?"
Thank you anon!
>you are pulled into a tight hug
>her obvious height advantage and generous bust makes this a very interesting experience
>you try to say "no problem" or something similar, but your voice is muffled, to her great amusement, and she's blushing slightly as she lets go
>"No problem.  The soap is that one, careful not to get it in your eyes, you'll figure out the rest yourself"
Thank you Anon!
>this girl really isn't the shy one
>and never showered?
>maybe give her a good cleanup as well, I mean she is basically a bigger SKS.  Should be some internet guide for those, right?
>the time she is taking in the shower, feeling a dozen different temperatures of water at her own will, you spend looking up what it would cost to feed her.  And to no surprise to anyone, 14.5x114 is fucking expensive, but you say goodbye to that vidya you were planning on and place an order
>the noise from the shower stops and it all goes silent for a while
>she exits after a while, having done her best to wrap herself in a towel
>well, she tried at least
>"I'm afraid I have to get some more sleep now, I have to work early in the morning"
Okay!  It is good that you work.
>she stops and thinks for a moment
Where can I sleep?  B-because I am too large to fit in the safe unless you take off my...
>"you sleep where you want to, really"
Thanks Anon!  I'll just dry myself up first!
>she removes the towel she tried to wrap herself in, and starts to drag it over her body to get dry, once again showing off pretty much all of her again.
>she really isn't the shy one
>you decide to admire the scene unfolding in front of you, and she has quite the body
>not only is she like 6'3", but she is borderline muscular as well, but not in a "going to the gym a lot" kind of way, but rather a natural strength, like someone who has had a hard job for many years.  This is especially apparent in her legs and upper arms.  And it's not like she's under fed either.
Do you really think I'm beautiful?  Actually, you said so when you carried me in, and the eyes you are looking at me now tells me all I need to know!
>you are caught staring.  This does however seem to make her happy
No one has ever looked at me like that.  Actually, you are the first person who has been nice to me.  B-but you have to sleep for work tomorrow, sorry if I'm keeping you up.
>"...it's no problem at all.  Decide where you want to sleep yet?"
C-can I sleep here?
>"If you want to, sure"
>she lies down next to you, and in a very strange reversal of moves, you end up being the little spoon
>you admit to yourself, quite shamefully why someone would like to be the little spoon.  There is an amazing feeling of safety.  The arm your head is resting on, the chest in your back slowly contracting and expanding with every breath, and the arm wrapped around your side and stomach.  It feels...safe.
>However, she is the one that is supposed to feel this
Anon, I've been happy all day.  It's the first time in my life that happened.  I love you anon.  Good night.
>one would think it would be hard to fall asleep if someone just said that, but right now, it's the easiest thing in the world.  Until that god damn alarm wakes you up.  Fuck you, alarm
>"could you er...let me go?  I gotta hit work"
Oh, I'm sorry, I will not hinder you to get to work
>"So, I'll leave you alone for now, the house is yours, watch TV, read a book, get something to eat, whatever you want.  I'll be back in the afternoon, alright?"
>"And you really need a name.  Think of something out while I'm out if you want to"
But that is job of first soldier.  A-and I don't want to be named what he called me.  You should do it Anon!
>"uhh, I'll think, alright?  But I have to go now, okay?"
See you in the afternoon, yes?

>The day at work is mostly spend being a bit confused
>this woman is...one of the strangest people you've ever met.  Very kind though, and the whole thing with her liking me?  she's not playing
>Well, in any case, a load of 14.5mm is on the way, and I should be able to pick them up at the LGS before heading off to the range on Friday
>actually, maybe they are not very happy about bringing an AT rifle there.  Fuck.  Well, worth a try at least
>As you approach the driveway, something is immediately different.  Strangely, a good different
>you open the front door
>once again, it's somehow a good different in here
>"Hello?"
Anon!
>she rushes down the stairs
>wearing an apron, her sleeves are rolled up and she is in fact a little dirty
>"Hey, the-hmmpf"
>talking is difficult when you are being a bit squashed
>you try to hug back, and this makes her somewhat ease up her grip
>this is a nice place to be
>"Wait a second, have you been cleaning?"
Yes!
>"Wait, even the front lawn looked better, did you...?"
Yes!  I cut the grass and cleaned up a bit outside, and inside I've swept and mopped the floor, wiped inside all cupboards and cabinets, and-
>"Whoa, you don't owe me anything, you shouldn't have to heave cleaned...the entire house?"
Don't say that!  Look, you go to work, and I do things at home, today I cleaned.  Because I can't sit inside all day and not do anything, while you go to work!
>"Well, you kinda can you know"
>"Anyway, you don't have to do anything as long as I am here, because now it's time to get you ready for the range
Range?
>"Come on, the shooting range!  You want to be shot, right?"
>If her eyes lit up when you showed her the store, it wasn't even a tenth of this
Y-you found ammo...
>"Sure I did.  Can't have a rifle and not shoot it, can I?
I love you Anon!
>You manage to brace yourself slightly before being almost squashed again, but it seems to do no good.  Then again, this isn't exactly an uncomfortable position to be in.  Very soft, little hard to breathe perhaps, but it's definitely worth it.
Whenarewegoingwhenarewegoingwhenarewegoing
>"Tomorrow, I'll pick you up after work, we head and pick up the ammo together and then go to the range, sounds good?"
YES! Ehem. Yes, that sounds great.
>"But first off, you've been in a garage for a long time, and I'll have to clean you up before we go there.  Wouldn't want a dirty rifle, or a jamming one?
C-cleaning...
>"That's not gonna be a problem, is it?"
No. No, it will not be Anon. B-but it was some time ago, so I'm sorry if-
>"Whoa, rifle maintenance is not your job.  I have a rough idea on how to do it as well."
Rough idea?
>"Well, truth be told, I looked up cleaning guides for the SKS, and I figured..."
Y-you looked up how to clean me...
>"Yeah, of course.  You said you had some issues with cycling if you were dirty?  Well, I don't want that to happen, range day tomorrow, you know."

>and so it started
>on the kitchen table, no less
>she was carefully stripped, carefully cleaned in every last corner
>the black painted metal was once again shiny, and it's moisture glimmered in the light from the chandelier
>Once that was done, all moving parts were carefully oiled in with lubricant
>then the gun was reassembled
>the woman is lying on your kitchen table, now blushing like mad and breathing heavily
>it almost seems her hair has changed in appearance after that, going from a matte coal black color to a more glossy, glistening tone
>It was really beautiful before, but it is borderline magic now
>between her breaths she manages to get out
That should...only be...done in bedroom...
>"I'm not sure, I really don't want too much gun oil in my bed
That was bad.  I am clean, but it was way to erotic for only maintenance.  I don't understand why it happened.
>"I thought you liked me?"
Yes! That's it!
But I would still be more comfortable if I was like that in a bedroom.  Tomorrow after shooting, da?
>"That's...very straight forward"
I am only honest!  I will never lie to you, Anon
>"That's good to know"
Are you hungry?  We have lot of stew left!  And you can make it better the next day, if you add in some meat in it!  But I couldn't find any in the fridge, so I cleaned that as well.
>"You don't have to do this, you know"
It is my duty.
>"It really isn't.  I mean you are doing all kinds of stuff here and-"
Anon, stop.  I have been useless since 1941 when I could no longer engage tanks.  Since then, I have been tossed around, looked down upon, been put into storage, shot once with 50 year old dust still in me, and then put back into storage again.  I've not been like this in many years.  I am very grateful, not only that I can talk, and move and sing and cook and walk, but because I feel like someone likes me.  No one ever has.  I am just happy I can be happy.  And if I can clean a little to help you, I'll do it a hundred times.  Do you understand?
>"Wow, that was a bit serious"
Yes, it is not good for the mood, but it is good for the soul.  But now, a little for stomach.  I've prepared dinner!
>you once again fill yourself to the brim with delicious stew, while happily chatting away to your still un-named friend
>"Wow, that was good.  I could hit the bed right now"
...ookay!
>She comes over to you, standing behind
>she places her right arm under yours, and then her left under your legs, wait...?
>she exhales and lifts
>you are now being carried in her arms, and heading to your own bed
>once again, a little shamefully you admit why someone would like to be carried like this
>there is some shame in your eyes as you look up on her big blue ones, but she is having none of it and just smiles at you
>not even the stairs slow her down noticeably
>she sets you down carefully on what is now your half of the bed
>turning the carry into a hug, she whispers
Good night Anon!
>and then lets go
I will take care of the kitchen now, I'll come sleep a little later!
>before you are even given an opportunity to respond, you are alone in the room
>this girl is...amazing
>you get rid of your clothes, and return to your deliciously soft bed
>she comes up 20 minutes later, very carefully sneaking into the room
>this is where I pretend to sleep
>to your slight disappointment, she makes absolutely no fuss, undresses and slips down next to you, but she still wants you to be the little spoon
>yes, you tell yourself, the roles are reversed here.  I'm supposed to make her feel safe and comfy at night, and make bad thoughts and things go away.  But here I am.  In front.  Resting my head in her left arm, and having her right holding me, making sure I don't go anywhere
>the front of her thighs is against the back of mine
>this should feel wrong
>you also notice that the cleaning has had at least one other effect on her
>just before she falls asleep, she tightens the grip with her right arm, pulling you a little closer
I love you Anon.
>A man can get used to falling asleep like this.
>the alarm rings
>you immediately feel hatred towards it, because it reminds you that you can't lie in bed and cuddle all day
Is it time to get up now?
>"Well, I have to go to work, you can lie down in bed all day if you want.  Just remember to be ready for this afternoon, alright?"
I know!  We're going shooting! Right?
>"Yep, I'll pick up the ammo on the way home, and then head straight here, or do you want to come along and get the ammo?"
Yes!  Can I come along? B-but I'll get ready for today, find my clips and all that.
>"Oh, they should be in the box with the cleaning tools.  But I have to go now."
>at work, you think about the range
>it's criminally underpopulated, bit pricey perhaps, but the guy running it is pretty cool
>but will they be okay with an AT rifle?
>and she needs a name as well
>after doodling for some minutes with a pun on 'PTRS' you decide Annie is a good as name as any
>you leave work and drive home
>hang on, my garage didn't look like that
>"Hello, you there?"
Hello Anon!
>she has entered maid-mode again, with the apron and rolled up sleeves
>she happily bounces down the stairs
>bouncy-bouncy-bou...
>dammit don't stare
>"Hey there, I think I've come up with a name for you.  Do you like Annie?"
...yes!  Are we going to go shooting now?
>"Sure, but...have you cleaned out the garage?"
>Yes I did!  And I cleaned the windows!
>"That's sweet of you, but you don't have to do all of this"
Nope! But for you, I'll do it anyway.
>This girl is amazing
>"So...you ready?"
Yes!
>she gets rid of her apron in a second, and follows you out to the car
>oh yeah...
>"this is a not-horrible little car, but I don't think I'm gonna be able to fit a 7' rifle in it, you just go like you are now, alright?"
Okay!
>you squeeze into the little Toyota, and she even manages to find a somewhat decent sitting position after the seat has been slammed to the floor and moved all the way back
>Annie gets a bit nervous at the LGS and decides to stay in the car while you go inside and get the ammo
>a few paper boxes of 14.5, and holy fucking shit are they expensive
>Annie is exited beyond words as you approach the range
>You're in a spot of luck, there is only 4 cars here, meaning less people to get pissed at potentially going deaf
>you go speak to the RO, who seems rather uninterested in doing his job
>not that it really is an issue, there are only 4 people here, taking up only 3 lanes, and they all seem to know what they are doing
>"Excuse me, do you have any...sort of caliber restrictions for guns here?"
>the RO looks up from his magazine, with a rather bored gaze
>he looks up at Annie, and folds and puts the magazine aside
>"Well we usually say .50 max, but I'm guessing what you've brought along is a bit bigger.  And it seems like a first time thing, so don't mind, but you should check in with the others, alright?"
>"Of course, and thank you"
>None of the shooters or their WGs seem to have an issue with you or Annie, so it's all good
>Annie does a very bad job of hiding her excitement as you load up the three clips you have, each with 5 rounds each.  One might think they are not very much bigger than what a .50 is, but the case is both longer and has a much larger diameter than the .50, so it has about 50% more muzzle energy
>everyone is back in their stalls, and you prepare yourself as the range is about to go hot
>as she changes, you quickly realize that shouldering a 70lbs rifle is going to get weary pretty quickly
>the bipod is deployed and you use the stool, very kindly provided
>the range goes hot, you pull back the massive bold, and it locks open
>it's not loaded like an SKS, from the top, but rather through a large door in the bottom of the magazine
>a silly large 5 round clip is carefully inserted
>the front hinged mag door, however, does not close easily, and requires a lot more force to close than what you are really comfortable with
>when all of that is done, that massive bolt is pulled back and released
>due to the immense weight, the entire rifle jerks backwards
>you line up the sights
>they are maybe not the best ones around, but the sight radius is over 4 feet, so there's that
>you take aim
>slow your breathing
>your finger is moved to the bottom hinged trigger
>it goes in slowly, and delicately
>a little more...
BOOM
>you are punched hard in the shoulder, as the 1000 grain projectile is hurled towards the paper at 3000fps
>"Fuck that hurt"
>..."I need more"
BOOM
>you are completely out of breath
>you get yourself a little distance from the rifle, to help yourself recover a little
>but the kick in your shoulder, the deafening sound, even through the earpro, the brutal feeling of it all and the surge of adrenaline
>you need more of this
>the sights are realigned on the paper
>you try to calm your breath, but it's futile
>your finger is once again positioned on the trigger, pulling in teasingly slowly, and you are rewarded by a thunderous boom and a kick in the shoulder
>need
>more
>the entire process is repeated, and you try to be even slower with the trigger
>this time, however, you just try to point it in the general area of the target and snap off the last round follows the fourth with a very short delay
>you set the rifle aside and the range goes cold
>Annie changes back, lying on the bench in front of you, with her head towards the targets
>her entire body is relaxed, and almost sloppy, her breathing is heavy, her face is rosy, and a solemn tear runs down from her eye
T-that...
>"hehe, you're liking it?"
T-that...
>she gets up, her strong legs barely supporting her
>she almost collapses in your lap, wrapping her arms around you
>when she hugged you while standing up, you could rest your head without bending your knees too much
>now, because she sits on your lap, you are practically being forced into it
>there are worse things to be choked to death by, mind
W-we're doing that again, right?
>"Oh hell yes"
>the range is cold, so you decide to stroll over and see how you shot
>not too bad actually, nothing to show off about either, but definitely tight enough group to hit a Panzer II
>however, that does not matter today
>Annie has regained her composure when you have returned, even if she is still just a bit sweaty
That was amazing!
>she hushes her voice rapidly
B-but it is indecent behavior, and it is not good in public
>"ehh, you're doing okay", you say and point over to the driveling, sweating, blushing, and cross eyed mess that just went trough an entire 100 round belt in under 15 seconds
>"and besides, it's not like anyone cares here, everyone minds their own business"
>Annie looks over.  And she is in much better condition than the other girl is, since she can't even sit up
Okay anon.  But we're going to shoot more?
>"I'm not gonna go to the range and fire five rounds.  See that box?  I plan to burn through most of that before I go home

>and so you did
>you even managed to shoulder the rifle for some shooting, but your shoulder was never going to feel happy today, so most of it is done from prone or sitting
>the sun is starting to hand low on the horizon before you head off home, after Annie not wanting to shoot off the last 10 rounds "in case something bad happens at home"
>you decide against arguing with her
>she does however get concerned on the way home
Anon, the way you are moving your arm-
>"I have to change gear at some point"
No, h-have I hurt you Anon?
>"No, I'm fine, I promise"
>you say this as your shoulder hurts like a bitch
>you bite hard as you change gear,s you don't want her to know that you are hurt
>you manage to hide it to some degree until you get home
>you manage to get the keys, but the door handle didn't move like you expected, and you let out an audible yelp as you fail to open the door
You are hurt Anon, I-I'm sorry I didn't want to hurt you
>"Aww, come on, it only hurts a little, I promise"
C-can I make it up to you, Anon?
>"You don't hav-"
Enough. Be silent please.
>she sounded strangely determined
>she takes the keys from your hand and unlocks the door
>she also takes your gym bag, and places it on the kitchen table
>"What ar-"
Stop.  No more talking.  You lie anyway to make me happy.  I will make it up to you.  Stay there.
>"..."
>she picks you up, once again princess carrying you up to the bedroom
Take your shirt off.
>"What?  Why?"
Do it.
>you are just a tiny bit scared at this point
I knew it!  Anon, I'm so sorry!
>she refers to your right shoulder, that is mostly purple and beaten to shit
Don't worry Anon, I'll make things right!  And don't move!
>you sit on the bed, waiting for her to come back
>she returns with a glass bottle containing a clear liquid
>she sits down beside you, and puts you in her lap
>her right arm supports your back, and holds the back of your head still
>her left is pushing the now opened bottle into your mouth
Don't worry, Anon, just swallow
>this is most likely vodka
>the vodka does probably not have a very high alcohol percentage
>this matters little, as the bottle is being forced deep into your throat, and your only options are swallow or choke
>Annie looks just a little concerned, yet somewhat satisfied as the panic is building up in your eyes
>when about half of it is gone, she removes it from your mouth, swirls the liquid around in the bottle two times
>then, she sighs and chugs the rest of the bottle
>you are still sitting in her lap, somewhat surprised, somewhat terrified
Don't worry, it will stop hurting soon
>she sits down on the edge of the bed, looking at you, and then your bare chest and battered shoulder
It's my turn now, Anon!
>as her arms get rid of her rather ill-fitting shirt, you can see that she is strong, and during these specific movements, her large muscles just hint on her arms
>the bottom of the shirt stretches just a little bit as it starches over her large, round breasts
>they are so beautiful it brings a tear to your eye
Hehe, I love when you look at me like that Anon...
>she draws you closer, and you find yourself sitting on her thighs, with one leg on each side of her waist
>her left hand holds you around your waist, making sure you don't go anywhere
>her right arm holds you higher up, around your back, and her hand is still on the back of your head, making sure you're looking straight into her eyes
>they are an absolutely amazing deep blue, like an ice cold ocean rather than the warm sky
>for the first time, you look down into those eyes
>Annie is not trying to point her head towards yours
>she is rather just pointing her eyes up, giving her a look of innocence
>As the alcohol mixes with adrenaline, the mental barriers you have built up are crushed like a little wooden barrier being rolled over by a T-55
>her black hair looks absolutely magical in the dimmed light of the bedroom, her skin pale and soft
>must. not. lewd. raifu...
>but your raifu is holding her right hand behind your head, and she is pushing it towards her face
>she is beautiful, and so strong, and...
>the cocktails of chemicals in your system, that being alcohol, adrenaline, her scent, whatever, finally takes their toll, the last barrier breaks, your tired neck muscles give in to her hand, and you close your eyes
>you feel her warm breath against your chin for a few seconds, and it is driving you mad
>your lips meet hers only a second later
>they are warm and moist
>soon, your lips are forced apart by a tongue
>it just teases you a little, barely pushing your upper lip a little from below, left to right, and then back
>you shift your head ever so slightly, and meet her tongue with yours, and it quickly retreats
>out of a conscious decision, or pure change, you repeat her move, but push against her lower lip
>your heart has gone wild
>some distance is suddenly created between you, and a thin line of saliva connects your now parted lips
>as you open your eyes, hers are staring straight into you
>those deep blue eyes
>it could be your heartbeat, or something else, but it almost seems like they are pulsating
>but they want something, they want to say something
>yes
>they say yes
>your time for an initiative
>you lean forwards, pushing your chest against her soft breasts
>this in itself was never going to be enough for her to fall over
>she falls over on her back because that is the what the flaming ball of lust, called a pair, wants
>for a second, all her domination ideas are gone
>she lies on her back, drooling slightly, and bare from the waist up, her chest moving rhythmically with her breath
>all of your ideas of not going any further are shattered as Annie bites her lower lip, and eyes pretty much begging at this point
>there is no going back now
>for a total of about five seconds, your brain focuses clearly and you form an idea
>she IS going to beg for it
>you're now sitting on her lower waist, left hand supporting your upper body, just next to her head
>your head is slowly moving down towards hers, until your forehead touches hers
>there is little friction due to the sweat
>your eyes are now two inches apart and they want to say something
>your right hand fondles her left breast, moving with gentle squeezing, and slowly moving towards the pink nipple
>she inhales sharply as you reach it
>her open mouth invites to another wet kiss, much deeper this time
>and much longer
>your hand then leaves her breast, and moves down slowly along her waistline
>you keep teasing, and it is having a profound effect on her
>your lips are not even an inch from hers, but there is still that just little bit of distance, you have to make her beg, just once, then you will do everything
>your finger is slowly circling around her breast, and then moving along her waistline
>it soon finds the top of her kind of ill-fitting pants, and it lifts them away from her hip bone, and then slowly moving towards the middle, where a little button is found
>it's removed with force and luck more than anything
>her arms that had previously just been laid on the bed, with the palms facing up, like a surrendering soldier, one who's given up
>in an amazing feat of agility, still lying on her back, both her strong legs are bent straight up, at a 90 degree angle, pushing you a little higher up her body
>her pants are slowly being pulled upwards, towards her knees, and when the now intercepting piece of cloth has gone that far, she bends her knees, and lets gravity do the rest
>your hand as not moved far and is only a little bit, going to per plain white panties
>you are greatly pleased to see they have a wet spot between her legs
>your hand slowly forces its way inside, and it seems that cleaning has had some interesting effects
>a finger on each side of her slit, slowly moving down, converging as they are almost at the top
>she lets out a little yelp
>"sure...you want this?"
Anon...
>"Beg for it."
>something happens in her eyes
>something new
>those three words did something to her
>she draws a big grin
Maybe don't ask me to beg...
>there is something new in her voice as well. Some sort of cold, calculated ferocity, but it sounds nothing like it has any bad intentions
...if you cannot make me
>in a series of moves, all done while she is exploring the inside of your mouth with her tongue, you now lie down on top of her, face down, legs together, with hers outside yours
>her long, strong legs suddenly wrap around your waist, there is absolutely nothing you can do to get out of her grip
I love you, Anon
>same calm ferocity again
with you still in her grip, she spins around, now being able to fit her entire length on the bed
>she does an attempt to undo your trousers, and manages to unbutton them, but can't quite get them off
Take them off.  Now.
>there was a commanding tone in her voice now, and you waste no time complying
>so far, she's been on her back, but now she's rotating her entire body, but mostly those muscular arms, turn the two of you around, and placing you firmly on your back, Annie straddling you, sitting on your hips
>two hands are put on your shoulders, forcefully pushing them down
>she leans her upper body down to you
>another wet kiss
>her hands are moved from your shoulders, and grab your wrists, and places both your hands on her cleavage
You did that well, Anon.  Keep doing it
>this is something you happily comply with.  Soft large, warm, and good work was rewarded with a yelp
>she savors the moment, her breathing is increasing, her breasts being fondled, her being love.  That alcohol and some under the radar threats being used bothers her little, as she is starting to feel the effect of the drink as well
>normal breathing and the occasional yelp slowly moves over to a hushed moaning
>her back arches, and she starts to slowly rub herself against you
>two layers of cloth can no longer hold back the moisture she is producing, and your most honest member starts to just peek out from the top of the top of your underwear
>Annie is still kneeling, with you underneath her, and realizes that getting her panties off would require not only a lot of moving, but letting go of her grip on you, so they are instead torn off
>you move your hands to get rid of your boxers, but you are immediately gripped by the wrists.  Hard.
Did I tell you to stop?
>Annie says from through her teeth, and between moans, still rubbing her now bare slit on you
Don't. Move. Your. Hands. If they are coming off, I will do it
>just as she is finished with this sentence, she leans in towards you, a blue fire in her eyes having turned into a bonfire
>her vicious grin is accented by a lot of lust, and a little bit of spite
I will...if you beg me
>her face is inches off yours, her thick, velvet black hair looks as if it was poured of her head, her eyes piercing you like nothing else
>the force on your shoulders...you can't get out
>only one option left
>"P-please"
>she is visibly affected by all action, both her own hip movements, and the work you are doing with your hands
>her face is getting more rosy, she is sweating a bit and while the moaning is still light, her breaths are getting deeper
>the front of your underwear is getting soaked
Just...keep...working
>you have no intention of stopping, even if your brain isn't really working at this point
>her grinding stops for a second, as she sits up, revealing all of her
>she arches her back as much as she can, protruding her chest even more
>your hands are still not going anywhere, to her great pleasure
>her hands grab the last bit of cloth separating you from her, and pulling it down your legs and throwing them away
>there is very little friction between you now, but she keeps slowly grinding the underside of your member with her slit
Beg me.
>"Please"
>she lifts her hips upwards, and slightly backwards
>your dick is as hard as it will ever be, and standing right up
>she is very lightly rubbing its tip, ready to be entered at any second
You can do better, beg
>"I need you, all of you, please"
>this satisfies her as an answer, and you are finally united, and you're not parting for a long time.  A flurry of heavy breathing, lust, ecstasy, and various body fluids

>what happened?
>many things. Specifically?
>no idea
>How long did it last?
>no idea
>What time is it now?
>no idea
>where is Annie?
>...not beside you
>awwww, fuck what have you done?
>She isn't next to you
>she's slept next to you every night since you met
>or you next to her maybe
>has she left you?
>is she going to stay as a rifle now?
>does she hate me?
>what am I lying in?
>your head feels like a beehive
>your throat is on fire
>if you had a little bruised shoulder yesterday, you are really battered now
>and have a bruised shoulder
>you are starting to wonder if this has been the best few days in your life
>are they over now
>actually...
>there is noise coming from downstairs
>and steps on the stairs
>Annie opens the door
>she is holding something in her hands
>is that a tray?
Good morning, Anon!
>"H-have you made me breakfast?"
Yes!  B-but first, let's move you a little
>she puts the tray on the floor and a towel on the bed
>she gently picks you up, as if you were the most expensive thing in the world, and puts you on the towel, your back leaning against the headboard.  The sheet sticks to your back a little
>she picks up the tray, revealing she is wearing nothing but the apron, puts it in your lap, and then snuggles up next to you
>she has made you a cup of coffee and a toast
>she is just the sweetest girl
E-everything is okay?
>"Things are even better than okay.  Well, I might have to wake up a bit, but otherwise, yes"
>she giggles a bit
>"What about you? You alright?"
I feel loved.  But I am also dirty.  And I think you should do it.
>"I'll happily do that"
You are fun to drink with Anon.  We should do it again.
>"My head still hurts"
Don't worry Anon, I'm here.





>tfw this got narrated