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If she was lucky, she might be able score some nice stuff with this before the banks caught on.\n\nOnly thing that would've made it better was if she didn't have to break the window in the first place. That would probably buy her far more time to scam this sorry son of a bitch.\n\nShe was about to pull back but that's when she heard something else. A click... a distinctive click directly behind herself.\n\n``Get out...'' a masculine voice growled. ``Slowly.''\n\nLyss' eyes widened as she recognized that click. It was the click from a thousand different movies, when the hammer was being cocked on a revolver. \n\nThis fucker had a gun.\n\nHow hadn't she heard him approaching? Had she gotten sloppy thinking about how much money she'd just scored?\n\n``Hey man...'' Lyss tried.\n\n``Now!'' the man ordered, growling his command. It sounded like this would be her one and only warning.\n\nLyss pulled back, nice and slow, making sure to keep her hands out in the open. As she drew back, she glanced in the mirror of the car's door, hoping to catch the stranger's reflection. But all she saw were her own terrified eyes staring back at her.\n\nShe was young, early twenties, with dirty blonde hair cut into a faux hawk. Those terrified eyes were a hazy blue, brimming with more than a little worry about how this was all going to play out. Her attire was pretty pricey, a nice leather jacket with designer earrings dangling from her ears.\n\n``Look, I can explain,'' Lyss tried once again.\n\n``No, you can't,'' the man said.\n\nShe could now feel him, sensing his presence. Sure, she couldn't see him but she could definitely pick up on the fact that he was large and bulky, terrifying in terms of stature. This wasn't good, this wasn't good in the slightest.\n\n``Is this your car?'' Lyss asked.\n\nNo answer.\n\n``Look man, I can put this back if you want,'' Lyss then tried, carefully reaching into her pocket. She was very aware of the gun trained on her. But she moved slowly enough that it didn't go off as she showed off what she'd grabbed. ``I have money if you want me to pay for the window.''\n\nThe man scoffed. ``Stealing for fun then?''\n\nLyss winced. What could she possibly say to that? The truth was that she was absolutely stealing for fun. But saying that would likely only get a bullet put through the back of her skull. And that wasn't something she was very eager to experience.\n\nIt wasn't like she could lie though. One look at her clothing told him that she wasn't exactly grabbing pocket change to buy herself a burger.\n\nBefore she could say anything, the man loudly cleared his throat. ``Turn around.''\n\nLyss did, gritting her teeth and bracing herself for what she'd see.\n\nShe hadn't expected to see the latex crow's mask upon his face with only his beady green eyes peering through at her. He was lithe yet strong, taller than herself with a worn jacket and well-used canvas pants that looked like they were formerly from the military. Which went well with the heavy combat boots upon his feet.\n\nAnd he was very much holding a revolver, six shots all trained right at her head.\n\nLyss looked around and was now cursing herself for choosing the remotest back alley possible. What kept her away from witnesses, also kept him away from witnesses, in turn. It would be hours before anyone found her body.\n\nFucking Christ... don't think like that...\n\n``Did you really think that you could just get away with something like that?'' the man asked, gesturing with the gun but still keeping it trained on her.\n\nLyss swallowed a lump in her throat, shaking her head. A lie. Until now, she'd been getting away with it for a good long while. Wasn't like the police were good for anything, especially when it came to breaking into cars.\n\nWho was this guy? Why was he wearing a mask?\n\nA news article flashed in her mind, snapping like a bulb on an old-fashioned camera. She remembered hearing about a shootout at a drug den. The survivors claimed that a freak in a dog mask had busted them, putting ten people in the ground before running from the scene.\n\nCould it be the same guy?\n\nBefore she could really think about it, she watched as the man slipped a finger into the trigger guard, resting it upon the fabled sliver of iron. A small movement but just proof that this situation was getting one step closer to ending poorly for her.\n\n``I hate scum like you,'' the man said, shaking his head. ``Think they can just break the law and get away with it.''\n\nLyss winced. ``Dude, it's... I... I didn't hurt anyone. I just broke into a few cars.''\n\nThe man's eyes narrowed but it seemed that her words had brought about some sort of reaction in him. His finger thankfully slipped away from the trigger, returning to a slightly safer roost upon the trigger guard instead. A tiny move in the right direction.\n\n``It would be a little extreme to kill you for that,'' the man whispered to himself, bobbing his head from side-to-side. ``But I got to make sure that this lesson sticks.'' He looked at her face, focusing on her terrified expression. ``Place that stuff back in the car and get on your knees.''\n\nLyss felt a chill crawl up her spine at his command, pure ice flooding her veins. She didn't like that kind of tone, nor that suggestion in the slightest. But it wasn't like she honestly had a choice.\n\nSo, she turned around and placed her loot on the driver's seat.\n\n``Close the door,'' the man then instructed.\n\nLyss did just that before turning around and slowly dropping to her knees. She winced as she felt the filthy asphalt brush against her pricy jeans, feeling the stagnant grey water soak through and lick at her skin.\n\nFrom this angle, she could see that the man wore leather gloves. He knew what he was doing, ensuring that he minimized the amount of evidence left behind.\n\n``Hands behind your head,'' the man said.\n\nAnd Lyss did just that, placing her hands behind her head. That's when the first sob broke free, desperate and choking. She didn't want to die but it was growing woefully hard to think of any outcome where a bullet wasn't going to end up going directly through her skull.\n\nThe man came closer, still keeping that gun trained on her. As he got near, Lyss could pick up on the spicy scent of his body wash as it was mixed with acrid sweat and gun oil. It wasn't a pleasant combination of odours, kind of like a frat house that was going to snuff her.\n\nHe grabbed her hair within one of his bulky hands, pulling back and forcing her to look up. At the same time, he held the tip of his revolver against her lips. It was so close that she could smell the iron, taste the phantoms borne from recently fired bullets.\n\n``I am going to fuck your mouth with this gun,'' the man stated, cold and to the point. There was no mirth there, no chance that it was some sort of sick joke that he was playing on her. ``If you do a good job, I'll let you run along. If not...'' His finger slipped back into the trigger guard, stroking at the little bit of metal so very tenderly. He was giving it a lover's caress, being far too intimate with it for her liking. ``Then my finger might just slip.''\n\nLyss' eyes watered as she drew in a breath, trying to still her racing heart. There was no way that this was happening. This had to be some sort of dream, a nightmare that she just needed to wake up from.\n\nThen she felt the cold gun probe at her cheeks, bringing her crashing back to the current moment. This was real, very real.\n\n``Did I stutter?'' the man growled.\n\nLyss opened her mouth and did as she was told, taking the barrel into her mouth. It tasted of metal and was ice cold, having this terrible chemical tinge upon it. She could taste that this gun had been fired before, she could taste that it had killed. \n\nThis had to be the same gun that had broken that drug lab. She was certain of it.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``See! I knew you could be a good girl if given the chance.''\n\nHe pushed the pistol forwards and Lyss obeyed his silent request, easing the pistol further and further into her mouth. She couldn't see where his finger lingered but she had a feeling that it remained within the trigger guard. One wrong move and his finger might just slip.\n\nAnd then she wouldn't have to worry about anything at all.\n\n``You should be thankful that I only caught you stealing,'' the man chided, shaking his head. ``I've killed a lot of bad people, hun. But I believe that some people can be... redeemed... under the right circumstances.''\n\nLyss closed her eyes and felt her complexion vibrate as another silent sob escaped her. She could feel the warmth of tears lingering under her eyelids, brimming and then spilling forth, draining down her frigid cheeks.\n\nThis wasn't happening.\n\nPlease, she would never steal again.\n\n``Come on, you're not even all the way down the barrel,'' the man chided, pressing the gun further into her mouth. The sharp edges of the metal dug into her tongue, threatening to cut it. ``Put that tongue to good use since it certainly wasn't making any sense talking.''\n\nLyss' ears burned as she did as she was told, rolling her tongue around the barrel. It felt humiliating and terrible, hearing his amusement as he forced her all the way down to the chambers. Her bottom lip soon rested against the trigger guard, mere centimeters from his finger.\n\nFuck...\n\nThe tip of the barrel was tickling the back of her throat, teasing that pesky little spot which would make her gag.\n\n``Don't gag,'' the man ordered, unable to hide the bastard from his voice. ``Or my finger might just slip and...'' He scoffed, letting out a single note of cruel dark mirth. ``Bang!''\n\nTo ensure that she didn't pull away, he rested a gloved hand upon the back of her head, clutching a fistful of her hair. This was the rock, effectively trapping her between it and a hard place, presenting her with an utterly hopeless scenario no matter what she did.\n\nThe man drew the gun a little to the left and a little to the right, allowing her to feel the cold unforgiving metal as it clicked against her teeth. It also irritated her throat, making this crude half gag rupture forth.\n\nLyss tensed, waiting for the end. Yet, it never came. \n\nInstead, the man chuckled, sounding like an absolute bastard. ``You're lucky that I have amazing trigger discipline, sweetie. Any other guy would've popped your top with that.''\n\nAny other guy wouldn't do this.\n\nWhen Lyss opened her eyes, she saw that her face was level with his crotch. She could also see that there was something underneath his attire which was tenting outwards, just looking for an excuse to spring forth.\n\nHer stomach roiled and she felt revolted, trying to ignore it. Was he seriously getting hard doing this to her? This freak was a total sicko.\n\n``Like what you see?'' he teased.\n\nLyss clenched her eyes shut. It was better if she didn't see it, if she just ignored everything that wasn't the gun trying its best to cram itself down her throat.\n\nNot that she could really tune out the arrogance of this fucking vigilante. ``Maybe If I avoid blowing your head off, I might let you try it out. I get awfully worked up putting pieces of shit like you in the ground.'' He chuckled, wiggling it back and forth before her eyes. ``Awfully pent up.''\n\nAnother sob rocked Lyss as she balled her hands into fists. It was getting woefully hard not to rise to the challenge, nearly impossible.\n\n``Oh, come on, plenty of girls would kill for a chance to get with a guy like me,'' the man said, gripping her head so tightly that it started to hurt. ``Big, tough, and scary. I practically have to beat them off with a stick on Fetlife.''\n\nLyss gagged against the gun, feeling fresh ice in her veins. Thankfully, it seemed that she would be allowed to keep her head as the revolver still didn't misfire. But how many times would she continue getting lucky.\n\nThe man slowly drew the gun back, taking his time with extracting it from her mouth. Once the barrel was free from between her lips, he then wiped the spit which coated it off upon her cheek.\n\nLyss opened her eyes and let out a desperate breath, crying now. ``I'm sorry.'' She sniffled. ``I won't steal again.''\n\n``Is that so?'' the man asked, moving his hand away from the back of her head and instead using it to cup her chin. He forced her to look up and into his cold eyes. ``I'll be honest, I don't really believe you.''\n\nLyss cringed, unable to stop herself from sobbing. She didn't care about how weak it made her look. It wasn't like she'd come out here expecting to die over a fucking watch and wallet. \n\nHow was this even her fault? She wasn't the stupid asshole leaving it in this car in the first place. If she wasn't planning to steal it than someone else surely would've.\n\n``Do you know why I'm doing this?'' the man asked, resting the barrel of the gun between her eyes.\n\nLyss growled, looking up at it and nearly going cross-eyed. ``Because you're a sick fuck?''\n\n``A little bit,'' the man said. She couldn't see his face but she could fear the smile in his voice, the amusement just dripping from it like acid. ``It's because I punish people who deserve it. The police aren't going to do it, so I will.''\n\nLyss was silent, just waiting for this to be over. Maybe if she just laid down and played dead then he would leave her alone.\n\n``Murderers, drug dealers, arsonists,'' the man listed, tutting. ``I'm sympathetic. I know which crimes are worth punishing. I'm not going to punish someone for stealing to survive or spray painting or doing drugs. But...'' He tapped her between the eyes. ``I know how much your jacket costs, I know the brand of jeans you wear, I can see the hundred-dollar mascara staining your cheeks and the fifty-dollar lipstick smeared on my gun. You don't need to steal, do you?''\n\nLyss didn't answer.\n\n``You're just doing this for fun,'' the man chided.\n\nLyss still refused to say anything.\n\n``Answer me!'' the man growled, pressing the barrel into her forehead to really accent his command.\n\nLyss sobbed. ``Yes! Yes, I'm just doing this because it's fun.''\n\n``And do you still think it's fun,'' the man asked, pressing the gun so firmly against her temple that it almost felt like it could push through. ``Do you?''\n\n``No!'' Lyss yelped.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``Well, I'm glad that you learned your lesson.'' He drew the gun back and ruffled her hair as if she were a child being taught that she'd done something wrong. ``Good girl.''\n\nThat gun didn't go back into its holster however. Instead, it lingered by his side, ready to be used if she tried anything funny. Not that she was in much of a mood to attempt that. Honestly, she just wanted to leave.\n\n``Am I...'' Lyss swallowed the misery lodged in her throat. ``Am I free to go?''\n\nThe man chuckled. ``How about showing me a little appreciation for helping you have this epiphany, huh?''\n\nClearly, he knew that this appreciation would be as he hooked a thumb underneath his belt, drawing her gaze back towards it. Once more, her stomach churned at the implications. This was not happening. She did not want this to be happening.\n\nBut what was the alternative? A quick death with her brains splattered against the car door behind her?\n\nLyss reached up, as if on auto-pilot, grabbing his belt buckle and starting to loosen it. She'd given blowjobs before, plenty of them in fact. This probably wasn't even going to be one of the most repulsive ones she'd ever had to give.\n\nJust get it over with and then you can wash your mouth out with soap.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``See, that wasn't so hard. Now, was it?''\n\nLyss watched as he extended a finger, tapping it against the side of his gun. The threat was distant but still very much there. All it would take was one wrong move before that barrel was back against her forehead.\n\n``And remember, if I feel teeth or you try anything fun,'' the man warned, wagging the gun back and forth. ``Then we'll go back to my original plan.''\n\n``I understand,'' Lyss whispered.\n\n``And call me Daddy,'' the man added, chuckling.\n\nLyss' face burned with shame. ``Thank you, Daddy.''\n\nShe hated the harshness of his laughter, hearing it belted out with venomous intent. It was like a hyena who'd just heard a good joke.\n\nAs the buckle came undone, Lyss started to remove it, undoing his fly and pulling down his pants, nice and slow. Underneath was a simple pair of grey boxers which tented outwards against his heavy cock.\n\nAlready, Lyss could pick up on his smell. It was that of sweat mixed with a masculine body wash, likely something from All Spice or a similar brand. It wasn't a nice smell but it was miles better than smelling gun oil and iron.\n\n``I hate you,'' Lyss whispered.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``You'll learn to appreciate me, sweetie.''\n\nLyss' stomach rolled but she finally yanked the waistband of his boxers down, causing his cock to snap forth. It was so hard, already staying tall and proud with a dollop of something pearly white staining the hooded tip.\n\nShe didn't waste any time, leaning forwards and accepting him into her mouth. HIs taste was just as intense as his scent, picking up on all the sweat and grit that a night of being a vigilante brought about.\n\nIt was vile and Lyss very much didn't want any part of it. However, the man apparently didn't care about what she wanted as he once more placed a hand upon the back of her head, gripping a fistful of her dirty blonde hair.\n\nUnder his guidance, she started to bob along his girth, moving in shallow little motions. She rolled her tongue around his pride, hating herself for caring about his pleasure in the slightest. However, it was strictly pragmatic. That's what she told herself. The faster they got this done, the less time they had to be together and the less time she had to worry about him changing his mind at the last second.\n\n``Fuck,'' the man groaned.\n\nLyss sniffled and spilled even more tears, the salty heat competing with the dry coolness of the late autumn air.\n\nFuck this, fuck him, fuck everything about this.\n\nThe man grew a bit more forceful with her, pushing just a little deeper than before. He clearly had his eye on the prize, aiming for that sweet spot which lingered at the back of her throat. At the very least, the threat of eating iron wasn't there, meaning she could gag. Which was probably for the best as she was already retching and twitching against this nauseous invasion.\n\n``You're being so brave for Daddy,'' the man chided, running his thumb through her hair and using it to pull her bangs aside. He looked her in the eye, his gaze brimming with cruel amusement as if he could peer into her very soul. ``If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that you were liking this.''\n\nLyss couldn't growl due to the obstruction in her throat. Nor did she feel brave enough to pull back and shout down his accusation. So, she just closed her eyes and prayed, hoping that this would be over soon enough.\n\nThe man held her in place and instead started to buck his hips, pumping his girth into her mouth. His tempo was smooth, yet forceful, pushing just a little deeper with each successive motion. And as he ventured to the very back of Lyss' throat, she really started to hack and sputter.\n\nHis cock was irritating and unclean, probing at that sensitive spot that had already been violated by the gun. She could barely control herself, feeling his sickly warmth nestle in place. More tears leaked from her eyes, a mix of misery from the irritating oral and also the humiliation of being put in this position in the first place.\n\nOh, how badly Lyss wished that she had a gun. How badly she wanted to turn the tables and put down this freak like some sort of fucking rabid dog. Sadly, there was no justice in the world. She was reminded as much as her nose was forced into the wild tuft of red hair that made up his pubic bush, while matching fuzz tickled at her chin from his balls.\n\nHe held her deep in place, chuckling as she sputtered and retched so violently. It was terrible and she thought that she was surely going to lose her lunch.\n\n``Fuck, feels like this hole was made for me,'' the man said, drawing back by the slimmest degree and pumping forwards again. He wasn't giving her a chance to breathe. ``Maybe it was destiny that made you break into that car.'' He shook his head. ``God?s little gift to me for helping give some real justice to this world.''\n\nLyss whimpered whenever she wasn't choking. Her lungs were already burning and even her sense of self-preservation failed as she tried to pull back. Not that she had much success with this as the man used his grip to hold her in place as he wedged himself forcefully into her airway.\n\n``Oh, stop complaining,'' the man chided, finally drawing back.\n\nLyss gasped around the cock in her mouth, panting for what little air she could get. Her sense of dread had faded, by the slimmest degree, but she knew that this wasn't even close to being over.\n\nThe man growled and resumed his tempo, pumping into her mouth. Her jaw ached but she kept it open, trying everything in her power to avoid him coming in contact with her teeth. It was hard but she prayed that he'd forgive her if a slip up did occur.\n\n``Fuck,'' the man growled.\n\nThere was a salty sheen about his flesh as he violated her mouth, treating her throat like his personal fleshlight. His body shuddered so violently and his breath came out in increasingly crude puffs of desperation.\n\n``Almost there, hun,'' he snarled.\n\nLyss internally groaned but braced herself. She could do this, she could survive.\n\nHe slammed himself forcefully against her face, battering her complexion with his pelvis and hammering himself into place with a desperate brutality. Just a little more, just a little longer. It would be over soon enough. That was the only thing keeping her sane.\n\n``Fuck, fuck, fuck,'' the man panted before finally lodging himself all the way down, holding her against the very base of his cock. ``FUCK!''\n\nHis euphoria came quickly and it came hard as his cock twitched and he launched his seed right down her throat. Mercifully it avoided her taste buds and went right into her gullet. Though she now choked upon it, suffocating under the flood. Rope after rope of the stuff went right into her airway, each marked by a semi-feral growl from her companion.\n\nIt felt like his orgasm lasted hours though in all likelihood this was over in the blink of an eye. Still, even a blink of an eye felt like it far too long to reasonably endure.\n\n``Good girl,'' the man growled, finally pulling himself free.\n\nLyss hacked and coughed, lurching forwards. The man offered no support as she slammed her hands into the ground. Her stomach roiled and soon enough she felt the man's essence come up, spilling out of her mouth with other less savoury substances.\n\nWhen was the last time you threw up like that?\n\nIt was awful, just awful, feeling her vomit. It burned so badly, making her whimper. Even worse, it was agony to hear the man cackle, laughing at her expense. She hated him so much, despised every fibre of his being.\n\n``Thanks for the blowjob,'' the man said.\n\nWhen she finally had the strength to look up, she saw that his gun was properly holstered. She had been allowed to live. Though he did have something else in his hand, another gun-like object. One that seemed utilitarian and less lethal in its design.\n\nLyss was about to ask what it was but the man suddenly grabbed her hair and forced her to remain still. He brought the barrel of this weird contraption over to her shoulder, burying it into the skin between her collarbone and shoulder blade. \n\nAs he squeezed the trigger, there was a harsh sound of air rushing and a sharp pain as something went right into her flesh.\n\n``Fuck!'' Lyss snapped.\n\nWhat had he just done? What had he just put inside her?\n\nFinally, he drew away, giving her some much-needed space.\n\n``A tracker,'' he explained, wagging a phone in front of her face. ``I'll be keeping an eye on you. You know, just to make sure that you took my lesson to heart. If I catch you being a piece of shit again, I won't be so kind.''\n\nAnd with that he walked away, offering a dismissive wave as he departed.\n\nLyss barely acknowledged it, looking down at the ground. She panted for breath, trying to pick up the pieces of what the fuck just happened to her.\n\n"
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      "writing": "Lyss looked to the left and then to the right, taking her time to ensure that there was no one lingering at the edges of this back lane. She couldn't see anyone which meant that no one could see her.\n\nIt was dark tonight with the fresh moon just starting to form though it was hidden behind a heavy bank of clouds with no streetlights around to offer supplementary illumination. This was a locale far away from the beaten path, remote and sleepy, supposedly safe from crime.\n\nShe grabbed the door handle and tried it, confirming that it was locked, at the very least. It wasn't a huge deal as she simply bent her arm and smashed her elbow into the glass. One hit didn't do much, a second cracked it, and then the third caused it to cave it. All the while, there was a distinct lack of car alarm blaring at her. It would seem that her luck was going to hold.\n\nIt was simple enough to poke her arm through and open the door from within, leaning inside and rifling through the contents without hesitation.\n\nYou'd think that people would get better about not leaving valuables in their cars. Nine times out ten, that would be true but sometimes you just got lucky. As Lyss opened the cubby in the armrest between the seats, she whistled, realizing this was that one time out of ten.\n\nJackpot.\n\nA wallet which she snapped open, seeing that it was filled with cards and even a little cash. A watch that looked pricey. And a chequebook that was just begging to be abused.\n\nSometimes people were just forgetful. Lyss loved when people were forgetful.\n\nShe cracked a smile and shoved all of her newfound loot into her pockets. It seemed like a pretty good haul for a dishonest day's work. If she was lucky, she might be able score some nice stuff with this before the banks caught on.\n\nOnly thing that would've made it better was if she didn't have to break the window in the first place. That would probably buy her far more time to scam this sorry son of a bitch.\n\nShe was about to pull back but that's when she heard something else. A click... a distinctive click directly behind herself.\n\n``Get out...'' a masculine voice growled. ``Slowly.''\n\nLyss' eyes widened as she recognized that click. It was the click from a thousand different movies, when the hammer was being cocked on a revolver. \n\nThis fucker had a gun.\n\nHow hadn't she heard him approaching? Had she gotten sloppy thinking about how much money she'd just scored?\n\n``Hey man...'' Lyss tried.\n\n``Now!'' the man ordered, growling his command. It sounded like this would be her one and only warning.\n\nLyss pulled back, nice and slow, making sure to keep her hands out in the open. As she drew back, she glanced in the mirror of the car's door, hoping to catch the stranger's reflection. But all she saw were her own terrified eyes staring back at her.\n\nShe was young, early twenties, with dirty blonde hair cut into a faux hawk. Those terrified eyes were a hazy blue, brimming with more than a little worry about how this was all going to play out. Her attire was pretty pricey, a nice leather jacket with designer earrings dangling from her ears.\n\n``Look, I can explain,'' Lyss tried once again.\n\n``No, you can't,'' the man said.\n\nShe could now feel him, sensing his presence. Sure, she couldn't see him but she could definitely pick up on the fact that he was large and bulky, terrifying in terms of stature. This wasn't good, this wasn't good in the slightest.\n\n``Is this your car?'' Lyss asked.\n\nNo answer.\n\n``Look man, I can put this back if you want,'' Lyss then tried, carefully reaching into her pocket. She was very aware of the gun trained on her. But she moved slowly enough that it didn't go off as she showed off what she'd grabbed. ``I have money if you want me to pay for the window.''\n\nThe man scoffed. ``Stealing for fun then?''\n\nLyss winced. What could she possibly say to that? The truth was that she was absolutely stealing for fun. But saying that would likely only get a bullet put through the back of her skull. And that wasn't something she was very eager to experience.\n\nIt wasn't like she could lie though. One look at her clothing told him that she wasn't exactly grabbing pocket change to buy herself a burger.\n\nBefore she could say anything, the man loudly cleared his throat. ``Turn around.''\n\nLyss did, gritting her teeth and bracing herself for what she'd see.\n\nShe hadn't expected to see the latex crow's mask upon his face with only his beady green eyes peering through at her. He was lithe yet strong, taller than herself with a worn jacket and well-used canvas pants that looked like they were formerly from the military. Which went well with the heavy combat boots upon his feet.\n\nAnd he was very much holding a revolver, six shots all trained right at her head.\n\nLyss looked around and was now cursing herself for choosing the remotest back alley possible. What kept her away from witnesses, also kept him away from witnesses, in turn. It would be hours before anyone found her body.\n\nFucking Christ... don't think like that...\n\n``Did you really think that you could just get away with something like that?'' the man asked, gesturing with the gun but still keeping it trained on her.\n\nLyss swallowed a lump in her throat, shaking her head. A lie. Until now, she'd been getting away with it for a good long while. Wasn't like the police were good for anything, especially when it came to breaking into cars.\n\nWho was this guy? Why was he wearing a mask?\n\nA news article flashed in her mind, snapping like a bulb on an old-fashioned camera. She remembered hearing about a shootout at a drug den. The survivors claimed that a freak in a dog mask had busted them, putting ten people in the ground before running from the scene.\n\nCould it be the same guy?\n\nBefore she could really think about it, she watched as the man slipped a finger into the trigger guard, resting it upon the fabled sliver of iron. A small movement but just proof that this situation was getting one step closer to ending poorly for her.\n\n``I hate scum like you,'' the man said, shaking his head. ``Think they can just break the law and get away with it.''\n\nLyss winced. ``Dude, it's... I... I didn't hurt anyone. I just broke into a few cars.''\n\nThe man's eyes narrowed but it seemed that her words had brought about some sort of reaction in him. His finger thankfully slipped away from the trigger, returning to a slightly safer roost upon the trigger guard instead. A tiny move in the right direction.\n\n``It would be a little extreme to kill you for that,'' the man whispered to himself, bobbing his head from side-to-side. ``But I got to make sure that this lesson sticks.'' He looked at her face, focusing on her terrified expression. ``Place that stuff back in the car and get on your knees.''\n\nLyss felt a chill crawl up her spine at his command, pure ice flooding her veins. She didn't like that kind of tone, nor that suggestion in the slightest. But it wasn't like she honestly had a choice.\n\nSo, she turned around and placed her loot on the driver's seat.\n\n``Close the door,'' the man then instructed.\n\nLyss did just that before turning around and slowly dropping to her knees. She winced as she felt the filthy asphalt brush against her pricy jeans, feeling the stagnant grey water soak through and lick at her skin.\n\nFrom this angle, she could see that the man wore leather gloves. He knew what he was doing, ensuring that he minimized the amount of evidence left behind.\n\n``Hands behind your head,'' the man said.\n\nAnd Lyss did just that, placing her hands behind her head. That's when the first sob broke free, desperate and choking. She didn't want to die but it was growing woefully hard to think of any outcome where a bullet wasn't going to end up going directly through her skull.\n\nThe man came closer, still keeping that gun trained on her. As he got near, Lyss could pick up on the spicy scent of his body wash as it was mixed with acrid sweat and gun oil. It wasn't a pleasant combination of odours, kind of like a frat house that was going to snuff her.\n\nHe grabbed her hair within one of his bulky hands, pulling back and forcing her to look up. At the same time, he held the tip of his revolver against her lips. It was so close that she could smell the iron, taste the phantoms borne from recently fired bullets.\n\n``I am going to fuck your mouth with this gun,'' the man stated, cold and to the point. There was no mirth there, no chance that it was some sort of sick joke that he was playing on her. ``If you do a good job, I'll let you run along. If not...'' His finger slipped back into the trigger guard, stroking at the little bit of metal so very tenderly. He was giving it a lover's caress, being far too intimate with it for her liking. ``Then my finger might just slip.''\n\nLyss' eyes watered as she drew in a breath, trying to still her racing heart. There was no way that this was happening. This had to be some sort of dream, a nightmare that she just needed to wake up from.\n\nThen she felt the cold gun probe at her cheeks, bringing her crashing back to the current moment. This was real, very real.\n\n``Did I stutter?'' the man growled.\n\nLyss opened her mouth and did as she was told, taking the barrel into her mouth. It tasted of metal and was ice cold, having this terrible chemical tinge upon it. She could taste that this gun had been fired before, she could taste that it had killed. \n\nThis had to be the same gun that had broken that drug lab. She was certain of it.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``See! I knew you could be a good girl if given the chance.''\n\nHe pushed the pistol forwards and Lyss obeyed his silent request, easing the pistol further and further into her mouth. She couldn't see where his finger lingered but she had a feeling that it remained within the trigger guard. One wrong move and his finger might just slip.\n\nAnd then she wouldn't have to worry about anything at all.\n\n``You should be thankful that I only caught you stealing,'' the man chided, shaking his head. ``I've killed a lot of bad people, hun. But I believe that some people can be... redeemed... under the right circumstances.''\n\nLyss closed her eyes and felt her complexion vibrate as another silent sob escaped her. She could feel the warmth of tears lingering under her eyelids, brimming and then spilling forth, draining down her frigid cheeks.\n\nThis wasn't happening.\n\nPlease, she would never steal again.\n\n``Come on, you're not even all the way down the barrel,'' the man chided, pressing the gun further into her mouth. The sharp edges of the metal dug into her tongue, threatening to cut it. ``Put that tongue to good use since it certainly wasn't making any sense talking.''\n\nLyss' ears burned as she did as she was told, rolling her tongue around the barrel. It felt humiliating and terrible, hearing his amusement as he forced her all the way down to the chambers. Her bottom lip soon rested against the trigger guard, mere centimeters from his finger.\n\nFuck...\n\nThe tip of the barrel was tickling the back of her throat, teasing that pesky little spot which would make her gag.\n\n``Don't gag,'' the man ordered, unable to hide the bastard from his voice. ``Or my finger might just slip and...'' He scoffed, letting out a single note of cruel dark mirth. ``Bang!''\n\nTo ensure that she didn't pull away, he rested a gloved hand upon the back of her head, clutching a fistful of her hair. This was the rock, effectively trapping her between it and a hard place, presenting her with an utterly hopeless scenario no matter what she did.\n\nThe man drew the gun a little to the left and a little to the right, allowing her to feel the cold unforgiving metal as it clicked against her teeth. It also irritated her throat, making this crude half gag rupture forth.\n\nLyss tensed, waiting for the end. Yet, it never came. \n\nInstead, the man chuckled, sounding like an absolute bastard. ``You're lucky that I have amazing trigger discipline, sweetie. Any other guy would've popped your top with that.''\n\nAny other guy wouldn't do this.\n\nWhen Lyss opened her eyes, she saw that her face was level with his crotch. She could also see that there was something underneath his attire which was tenting outwards, just looking for an excuse to spring forth.\n\nHer stomach roiled and she felt revolted, trying to ignore it. Was he seriously getting hard doing this to her? This freak was a total sicko.\n\n``Like what you see?'' he teased.\n\nLyss clenched her eyes shut. It was better if she didn't see it, if she just ignored everything that wasn't the gun trying its best to cram itself down her throat.\n\nNot that she could really tune out the arrogance of this fucking vigilante. ``Maybe If I avoid blowing your head off, I might let you try it out. I get awfully worked up putting pieces of shit like you in the ground.'' He chuckled, wiggling it back and forth before her eyes. ``Awfully pent up.''\n\nAnother sob rocked Lyss as she balled her hands into fists. It was getting woefully hard not to rise to the challenge, nearly impossible.\n\n``Oh, come on, plenty of girls would kill for a chance to get with a guy like me,'' the man said, gripping her head so tightly that it started to hurt. ``Big, tough, and scary. I practically have to beat them off with a stick on Fetlife.''\n\nLyss gagged against the gun, feeling fresh ice in her veins. Thankfully, it seemed that she would be allowed to keep her head as the revolver still didn't misfire. But how many times would she continue getting lucky.\n\nThe man slowly drew the gun back, taking his time with extracting it from her mouth. Once the barrel was free from between her lips, he then wiped the spit which coated it off upon her cheek.\n\nLyss opened her eyes and let out a desperate breath, crying now. ``I'm sorry.'' She sniffled. ``I won't steal again.''\n\n``Is that so?'' the man asked, moving his hand away from the back of her head and instead using it to cup her chin. He forced her to look up and into his cold eyes. ``I'll be honest, I don't really believe you.''\n\nLyss cringed, unable to stop herself from sobbing. She didn't care about how weak it made her look. It wasn't like she'd come out here expecting to die over a fucking watch and wallet. \n\nHow was this even her fault? She wasn't the stupid asshole leaving it in this car in the first place. If she wasn't planning to steal it than someone else surely would've.\n\n``Do you know why I'm doing this?'' the man asked, resting the barrel of the gun between her eyes.\n\nLyss growled, looking up at it and nearly going cross-eyed. ``Because you're a sick fuck?''\n\n``A little bit,'' the man said. She couldn't see his face but she could fear the smile in his voice, the amusement just dripping from it like acid. ``It's because I punish people who deserve it. The police aren't going to do it, so I will.''\n\nLyss was silent, just waiting for this to be over. Maybe if she just laid down and played dead then he would leave her alone.\n\n``Murderers, drug dealers, arsonists,'' the man listed, tutting. ``I'm sympathetic. I know which crimes are worth punishing. I'm not going to punish someone for stealing to survive or spray painting or doing drugs. But...'' He tapped her between the eyes. ``I know how much your jacket costs, I know the brand of jeans you wear, I can see the hundred-dollar mascara staining your cheeks and the fifty-dollar lipstick smeared on my gun. You don't need to steal, do you?''\n\nLyss didn't answer.\n\n``You're just doing this for fun,'' the man chided.\n\nLyss still refused to say anything.\n\n``Answer me!'' the man growled, pressing the barrel into her forehead to really accent his command.\n\nLyss sobbed. ``Yes! Yes, I'm just doing this because it's fun.''\n\n``And do you still think it's fun,'' the man asked, pressing the gun so firmly against her temple that it almost felt like it could push through. ``Do you?''\n\n``No!'' Lyss yelped.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``Well, I'm glad that you learned your lesson.'' He drew the gun back and ruffled her hair as if she were a child being taught that she'd done something wrong. ``Good girl.''\n\nThat gun didn't go back into its holster however. Instead, it lingered by his side, ready to be used if she tried anything funny. Not that she was in much of a mood to attempt that. Honestly, she just wanted to leave.\n\n``Am I...'' Lyss swallowed the misery lodged in her throat. ``Am I free to go?''\n\nThe man chuckled. ``How about showing me a little appreciation for helping you have this epiphany, huh?''\n\nClearly, he knew that this appreciation would be as he hooked a thumb underneath his belt, drawing her gaze back towards it. Once more, her stomach churned at the implications. This was not happening. She did not want this to be happening.\n\nBut what was the alternative? A quick death with her brains splattered against the car door behind her?\n\nLyss reached up, as if on auto-pilot, grabbing his belt buckle and starting to loosen it. She'd given blowjobs before, plenty of them in fact. This probably wasn't even going to be one of the most repulsive ones she'd ever had to give.\n\nJust get it over with and then you can wash your mouth out with soap.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``See, that wasn't so hard. Now, was it?''\n\nLyss watched as he extended a finger, tapping it against the side of his gun. The threat was distant but still very much there. All it would take was one wrong move before that barrel was back against her forehead.\n\n``And remember, if I feel teeth or you try anything fun,'' the man warned, wagging the gun back and forth. ``Then we'll go back to my original plan.''\n\n``I understand,'' Lyss whispered.\n\n``And call me Daddy,'' the man added, chuckling.\n\nLyss' face burned with shame. ``Thank you, Daddy.''\n\nShe hated the harshness of his laughter, hearing it belted out with venomous intent. It was like a hyena who'd just heard a good joke.\n\nAs the buckle came undone, Lyss started to remove it, undoing his fly and pulling down his pants, nice and slow. Underneath was a simple pair of grey boxers which tented outwards against his heavy cock.\n\nAlready, Lyss could pick up on his smell. It was that of sweat mixed with a masculine body wash, likely something from All Spice or a similar brand. It wasn't a nice smell but it was miles better than smelling gun oil and iron.\n\n``I hate you,'' Lyss whispered.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``You'll learn to appreciate me, sweetie.''\n\nLyss' stomach rolled but she finally yanked the waistband of his boxers down, causing his cock to snap forth. It was so hard, already staying tall and proud with a dollop of something pearly white staining the hooded tip.\n\nShe didn't waste any time, leaning forwards and accepting him into her mouth. HIs taste was just as intense as his scent, picking up on all the sweat and grit that a night of being a vigilante brought about.\n\nIt was vile and Lyss very much didn't want any part of it. However, the man apparently didn't care about what she wanted as he once more placed a hand upon the back of her head, gripping a fistful of her dirty blonde hair.\n\nUnder his guidance, she started to bob along his girth, moving in shallow little motions. She rolled her tongue around his pride, hating herself for caring about his pleasure in the slightest. However, it was strictly pragmatic. That's what she told herself. The faster they got this done, the less time they had to be together and the less time she had to worry about him changing his mind at the last second.\n\n``Fuck,'' the man groaned.\n\nLyss sniffled and spilled even more tears, the salty heat competing with the dry coolness of the late autumn air.\n\nFuck this, fuck him, fuck everything about this.\n\nThe man grew a bit more forceful with her, pushing just a little deeper than before. He clearly had his eye on the prize, aiming for that sweet spot which lingered at the back of her throat. At the very least, the threat of eating iron wasn't there, meaning she could gag. Which was probably for the best as she was already retching and twitching against this nauseous invasion.\n\n``You're being so brave for Daddy,'' the man chided, running his thumb through her hair and using it to pull her bangs aside. He looked her in the eye, his gaze brimming with cruel amusement as if he could peer into her very soul. ``If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that you were liking this.''\n\nLyss couldn't growl due to the obstruction in her throat. Nor did she feel brave enough to pull back and shout down his accusation. So, she just closed her eyes and prayed, hoping that this would be over soon enough.\n\nThe man held her in place and instead started to buck his hips, pumping his girth into her mouth. His tempo was smooth, yet forceful, pushing just a little deeper with each successive motion. And as he ventured to the very back of Lyss' throat, she really started to hack and sputter.\n\nHis cock was irritating and unclean, probing at that sensitive spot that had already been violated by the gun. She could barely control herself, feeling his sickly warmth nestle in place. More tears leaked from her eyes, a mix of misery from the irritating oral and also the humiliation of being put in this position in the first place.\n\nOh, how badly Lyss wished that she had a gun. How badly she wanted to turn the tables and put down this freak like some sort of fucking rabid dog. Sadly, there was no justice in the world. She was reminded as much as her nose was forced into the wild tuft of red hair that made up his pubic bush, while matching fuzz tickled at her chin from his balls.\n\nHe held her deep in place, chuckling as she sputtered and retched so violently. It was terrible and she thought that she was surely going to lose her lunch.\n\n``Fuck, feels like this hole was made for me,'' the man said, drawing back by the slimmest degree and pumping forwards again. He wasn't giving her a chance to breathe. ``Maybe it was destiny that made you break into that car.'' He shook his head. ``God?s little gift to me for helping give some real justice to this world.''\n\nLyss whimpered whenever she wasn't choking. Her lungs were already burning and even her sense of self-preservation failed as she tried to pull back. Not that she had much success with this as the man used his grip to hold her in place as he wedged himself forcefully into her airway.\n\n``Oh, stop complaining,'' the man chided, finally drawing back.\n\nLyss gasped around the cock in her mouth, panting for what little air she could get. Her sense of dread had faded, by the slimmest degree, but she knew that this wasn't even close to being over.\n\nThe man growled and resumed his tempo, pumping into her mouth. Her jaw ached but she kept it open, trying everything in her power to avoid him coming in contact with her teeth. It was hard but she prayed that he'd forgive her if a slip up did occur.\n\n``Fuck,'' the man growled.\n\nThere was a salty sheen about his flesh as he violated her mouth, treating her throat like his personal fleshlight. His body shuddered so violently and his breath came out in increasingly crude puffs of desperation.\n\n``Almost there, hun,'' he snarled.\n\nLyss internally groaned but braced herself. She could do this, she could survive.\n\nHe slammed himself forcefully against her face, battering her complexion with his pelvis and hammering himself into place with a desperate brutality. Just a little more, just a little longer. It would be over soon enough. That was the only thing keeping her sane.\n\n``Fuck, fuck, fuck,'' the man panted before finally lodging himself all the way down, holding her against the very base of his cock. ``FUCK!''\n\nHis euphoria came quickly and it came hard as his cock twitched and he launched his seed right down her throat. Mercifully it avoided her taste buds and went right into her gullet. Though she now choked upon it, suffocating under the flood. Rope after rope of the stuff went right into her airway, each marked by a semi-feral growl from her companion.\n\nIt felt like his orgasm lasted hours though in all likelihood this was over in the blink of an eye. Still, even a blink of an eye felt like it far too long to reasonably endure.\n\n``Good girl,'' the man growled, finally pulling himself free.\n\nLyss hacked and coughed, lurching forwards. The man offered no support as she slammed her hands into the ground. Her stomach roiled and soon enough she felt the man's essence come up, spilling out of her mouth with other less savoury substances.\n\nWhen was the last time you threw up like that?\n\nIt was awful, just awful, feeling her vomit. It burned so badly, making her whimper. Even worse, it was agony to hear the man cackle, laughing at her expense. She hated him so much, despised every fibre of his being.\n\n``Thanks for the blowjob,'' the man said.\n\nWhen she finally had the strength to look up, she saw that his gun was properly holstered. She had been allowed to live. Though he did have something else in his hand, another gun-like object. One that seemed utilitarian and less lethal in its design.\n\nLyss was about to ask what it was but the man suddenly grabbed her hair and forced her to remain still. He brought the barrel of this weird contraption over to her shoulder, burying it into the skin between her collarbone and shoulder blade. \n\nAs he squeezed the trigger, there was a harsh sound of air rushing and a sharp pain as something went right into her flesh.\n\n``Fuck!'' Lyss snapped.\n\nWhat had he just done? What had he just put inside her?\n\nFinally, he drew away, giving her some much-needed space.\n\n``A tracker,'' he explained, wagging a phone in front of her face. ``I'll be keeping an eye on you. You know, just to make sure that you took my lesson to heart. If I catch you being a piece of shit again, I won't be so kind.''\n\nAnd with that he walked away, offering a dismissive wave as he departed.\n\nLyss barely acknowledged it, looking down at the ground. She panted for breath, trying to pick up the pieces of what the fuck just happened to her.\n\n"
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It would seem that her luck was going to hold.\n\nIt was simple enough to poke her arm through and open the door from within, leaning inside and rifling through the contents without hesitation.\n\nYou'd think that people would get better about not leaving valuables in their cars. Nine times out ten, that would be true but sometimes you just got lucky. As Lyss opened the cubby in the armrest between the seats, she whistled, realizing this was that one time out of ten.\n\nJackpot.\n\nA wallet which she snapped open, seeing that it was filled with cards and even a little cash. A watch that looked pricey. And a chequebook that was just begging to be abused.\n\nSometimes people were just forgetful. Lyss loved when people were forgetful.\n\nShe cracked a smile and shoved all of her newfound loot into her pockets. It seemed like a pretty good haul for a dishonest day's work. If she was lucky, she might be able score some nice stuff with this before the banks caught on.\n\nOnly thing that would've made it better was if she didn't have to break the window in the first place. That would probably buy her far more time to scam this sorry son of a bitch.\n\nShe was about to pull back but that's when she heard something else. A click... a distinctive click directly behind herself.\n\n``Get out...'' a masculine voice growled. ``Slowly.''\n\nLyss' eyes widened as she recognized that click. It was the click from a thousand different movies, when the hammer was being cocked on a revolver. \n\nThis fucker had a gun.\n\nHow hadn't she heard him approaching? Had she gotten sloppy thinking about how much money she'd just scored?\n\n``Hey man...'' Lyss tried.\n\n``Now!'' the man ordered, growling his command. It sounded like this would be her one and only warning.\n\nLyss pulled back, nice and slow, making sure to keep her hands out in the open. As she drew back, she glanced in the mirror of the car's door, hoping to catch the stranger's reflection. But all she saw were her own terrified eyes staring back at her.\n\nShe was young, early twenties, with dirty blonde hair cut into a faux hawk. Those terrified eyes were a hazy blue, brimming with more than a little worry about how this was all going to play out. Her attire was pretty pricey, a nice leather jacket with designer earrings dangling from her ears.\n\n``Look, I can explain,'' Lyss tried once again.\n\n``No, you can't,'' the man said.\n\nShe could now feel him, sensing his presence. Sure, she couldn't see him but she could definitely pick up on the fact that he was large and bulky, terrifying in terms of stature. This wasn't good, this wasn't good in the slightest.\n\n``Is this your car?'' Lyss asked.\n\nNo answer.\n\n``Look man, I can put this back if you want,'' Lyss then tried, carefully reaching into her pocket. She was very aware of the gun trained on her. But she moved slowly enough that it didn't go off as she showed off what she'd grabbed. ``I have money if you want me to pay for the window.''\n\nThe man scoffed. ``Stealing for fun then?''\n\nLyss winced. What could she possibly say to that? The truth was that she was absolutely stealing for fun. But saying that would likely only get a bullet put through the back of her skull. And that wasn't something she was very eager to experience.\n\nIt wasn't like she could lie though. One look at her clothing told him that she wasn't exactly grabbing pocket change to buy herself a burger.\n\nBefore she could say anything, the man loudly cleared his throat. ``Turn around.''\n\nLyss did, gritting her teeth and bracing herself for what she'd see.\n\nShe hadn't expected to see the latex crow's mask upon his face with only his beady green eyes peering through at her. He was lithe yet strong, taller than herself with a worn jacket and well-used canvas pants that looked like they were formerly from the military. Which went well with the heavy combat boots upon his feet.\n\nAnd he was very much holding a revolver, six shots all trained right at her head.\n\nLyss looked around and was now cursing herself for choosing the remotest back alley possible. What kept her away from witnesses, also kept him away from witnesses, in turn. It would be hours before anyone found her body.\n\nFucking Christ... don't think like that...\n\n``Did you really think that you could just get away with something like that?'' the man asked, gesturing with the gun but still keeping it trained on her.\n\nLyss swallowed a lump in her throat, shaking her head. A lie. Until now, she'd been getting away with it for a good long while. Wasn't like the police were good for anything, especially when it came to breaking into cars.\n\nWho was this guy? Why was he wearing a mask?\n\nA news article flashed in her mind, snapping like a bulb on an old-fashioned camera. She remembered hearing about a shootout at a drug den. The survivors claimed that a freak in a dog mask had busted them, putting ten people in the ground before running from the scene.\n\nCould it be the same guy?\n\nBefore she could really think about it, she watched as the man slipped a finger into the trigger guard, resting it upon the fabled sliver of iron. A small movement but just proof that this situation was getting one step closer to ending poorly for her.\n\n``I hate scum like you,'' the man said, shaking his head. ``Think they can just break the law and get away with it.''\n\nLyss winced. ``Dude, it's... I... I didn't hurt anyone. I just broke into a few cars.''\n\nThe man's eyes narrowed but it seemed that her words had brought about some sort of reaction in him. His finger thankfully slipped away from the trigger, returning to a slightly safer roost upon the trigger guard instead. A tiny move in the right direction.\n\n``It would be a little extreme to kill you for that,'' the man whispered to himself, bobbing his head from side-to-side. ``But I got to make sure that this lesson sticks.'' He looked at her face, focusing on her terrified expression. ``Place that stuff back in the car and get on your knees.''\n\nLyss felt a chill crawl up her spine at his command, pure ice flooding her veins. She didn't like that kind of tone, nor that suggestion in the slightest. But it wasn't like she honestly had a choice.\n\nSo, she turned around and placed her loot on the driver's seat.\n\n``Close the door,'' the man then instructed.\n\nLyss did just that before turning around and slowly dropping to her knees. She winced as she felt the filthy asphalt brush against her pricy jeans, feeling the stagnant grey water soak through and lick at her skin.\n\nFrom this angle, she could see that the man wore leather gloves. He knew what he was doing, ensuring that he minimized the amount of evidence left behind.\n\n``Hands behind your head,'' the man said.\n\nAnd Lyss did just that, placing her hands behind her head. That's when the first sob broke free, desperate and choking. She didn't want to die but it was growing woefully hard to think of any outcome where a bullet wasn't going to end up going directly through her skull.\n\nThe man came closer, still keeping that gun trained on her. As he got near, Lyss could pick up on the spicy scent of his body wash as it was mixed with acrid sweat and gun oil. It wasn't a pleasant combination of odours, kind of like a frat house that was going to snuff her.\n\nHe grabbed her hair within one of his bulky hands, pulling back and forcing her to look up. At the same time, he held the tip of his revolver against her lips. It was so close that she could smell the iron, taste the phantoms borne from recently fired bullets.\n\n``I am going to fuck your mouth with this gun,'' the man stated, cold and to the point. There was no mirth there, no chance that it was some sort of sick joke that he was playing on her. ``If you do a good job, I'll let you run along. If not...'' His finger slipped back into the trigger guard, stroking at the little bit of metal so very tenderly. He was giving it a lover's caress, being far too intimate with it for her liking. ``Then my finger might just slip.''\n\nLyss' eyes watered as she drew in a breath, trying to still her racing heart. There was no way that this was happening. This had to be some sort of dream, a nightmare that she just needed to wake up from.\n\nThen she felt the cold gun probe at her cheeks, bringing her crashing back to the current moment. This was real, very real.\n\n``Did I stutter?'' the man growled.\n\nLyss opened her mouth and did as she was told, taking the barrel into her mouth. It tasted of metal and was ice cold, having this terrible chemical tinge upon it. She could taste that this gun had been fired before, she could taste that it had killed. \n\nThis had to be the same gun that had broken that drug lab. She was certain of it.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``See! I knew you could be a good girl if given the chance.''\n\nHe pushed the pistol forwards and Lyss obeyed his silent request, easing the pistol further and further into her mouth. She couldn't see where his finger lingered but she had a feeling that it remained within the trigger guard. One wrong move and his finger might just slip.\n\nAnd then she wouldn't have to worry about anything at all.\n\n``You should be thankful that I only caught you stealing,'' the man chided, shaking his head. ``I've killed a lot of bad people, hun. But I believe that some people can be... redeemed... under the right circumstances.''\n\nLyss closed her eyes and felt her complexion vibrate as another silent sob escaped her. She could feel the warmth of tears lingering under her eyelids, brimming and then spilling forth, draining down her frigid cheeks.\n\nThis wasn't happening.\n\nPlease, she would never steal again.\n\n``Come on, you're not even all the way down the barrel,'' the man chided, pressing the gun further into her mouth. The sharp edges of the metal dug into her tongue, threatening to cut it. ``Put that tongue to good use since it certainly wasn't making any sense talking.''\n\nLyss' ears burned as she did as she was told, rolling her tongue around the barrel. It felt humiliating and terrible, hearing his amusement as he forced her all the way down to the chambers. Her bottom lip soon rested against the trigger guard, mere centimeters from his finger.\n\nFuck...\n\nThe tip of the barrel was tickling the back of her throat, teasing that pesky little spot which would make her gag.\n\n``Don't gag,'' the man ordered, unable to hide the bastard from his voice. ``Or my finger might just slip and...'' He scoffed, letting out a single note of cruel dark mirth. ``Bang!''\n\nTo ensure that she didn't pull away, he rested a gloved hand upon the back of her head, clutching a fistful of her hair. This was the rock, effectively trapping her between it and a hard place, presenting her with an utterly hopeless scenario no matter what she did.\n\nThe man drew the gun a little to the left and a little to the right, allowing her to feel the cold unforgiving metal as it clicked against her teeth. It also irritated her throat, making this crude half gag rupture forth.\n\nLyss tensed, waiting for the end. Yet, it never came. \n\nInstead, the man chuckled, sounding like an absolute bastard. ``You're lucky that I have amazing trigger discipline, sweetie. Any other guy would've popped your top with that.''\n\nAny other guy wouldn't do this.\n\nWhen Lyss opened her eyes, she saw that her face was level with his crotch. She could also see that there was something underneath his attire which was tenting outwards, just looking for an excuse to spring forth.\n\nHer stomach roiled and she felt revolted, trying to ignore it. Was he seriously getting hard doing this to her? This freak was a total sicko.\n\n``Like what you see?'' he teased.\n\nLyss clenched her eyes shut. It was better if she didn't see it, if she just ignored everything that wasn't the gun trying its best to cram itself down her throat.\n\nNot that she could really tune out the arrogance of this fucking vigilante. ``Maybe If I avoid blowing your head off, I might let you try it out. I get awfully worked up putting pieces of shit like you in the ground.'' He chuckled, wiggling it back and forth before her eyes. ``Awfully pent up.''\n\nAnother sob rocked Lyss as she balled her hands into fists. It was getting woefully hard not to rise to the challenge, nearly impossible.\n\n``Oh, come on, plenty of girls would kill for a chance to get with a guy like me,'' the man said, gripping her head so tightly that it started to hurt. ``Big, tough, and scary. I practically have to beat them off with a stick on Fetlife.''\n\nLyss gagged against the gun, feeling fresh ice in her veins. Thankfully, it seemed that she would be allowed to keep her head as the revolver still didn't misfire. But how many times would she continue getting lucky.\n\nThe man slowly drew the gun back, taking his time with extracting it from her mouth. Once the barrel was free from between her lips, he then wiped the spit which coated it off upon her cheek.\n\nLyss opened her eyes and let out a desperate breath, crying now. ``I'm sorry.'' She sniffled. ``I won't steal again.''\n\n``Is that so?'' the man asked, moving his hand away from the back of her head and instead using it to cup her chin. He forced her to look up and into his cold eyes. ``I'll be honest, I don't really believe you.''\n\nLyss cringed, unable to stop herself from sobbing. She didn't care about how weak it made her look. It wasn't like she'd come out here expecting to die over a fucking watch and wallet. \n\nHow was this even her fault? She wasn't the stupid asshole leaving it in this car in the first place. If she wasn't planning to steal it than someone else surely would've.\n\n``Do you know why I'm doing this?'' the man asked, resting the barrel of the gun between her eyes.\n\nLyss growled, looking up at it and nearly going cross-eyed. ``Because you're a sick fuck?''\n\n``A little bit,'' the man said. She couldn't see his face but she could fear the smile in his voice, the amusement just dripping from it like acid. ``It's because I punish people who deserve it. The police aren't going to do it, so I will.''\n\nLyss was silent, just waiting for this to be over. Maybe if she just laid down and played dead then he would leave her alone.\n\n``Murderers, drug dealers, arsonists,'' the man listed, tutting. ``I'm sympathetic. I know which crimes are worth punishing. I'm not going to punish someone for stealing to survive or spray painting or doing drugs. But...'' He tapped her between the eyes. ``I know how much your jacket costs, I know the brand of jeans you wear, I can see the hundred-dollar mascara staining your cheeks and the fifty-dollar lipstick smeared on my gun. You don't need to steal, do you?''\n\nLyss didn't answer.\n\n``You're just doing this for fun,'' the man chided.\n\nLyss still refused to say anything.\n\n``Answer me!'' the man growled, pressing the barrel into her forehead to really accent his command.\n\nLyss sobbed. ``Yes! Yes, I'm just doing this because it's fun.''\n\n``And do you still think it's fun,'' the man asked, pressing the gun so firmly against her temple that it almost felt like it could push through. ``Do you?''\n\n``No!'' Lyss yelped.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``Well, I'm glad that you learned your lesson.'' He drew the gun back and ruffled her hair as if she were a child being taught that she'd done something wrong. ``Good girl.''\n\nThat gun didn't go back into its holster however. Instead, it lingered by his side, ready to be used if she tried anything funny. Not that she was in much of a mood to attempt that. Honestly, she just wanted to leave.\n\n``Am I...'' Lyss swallowed the misery lodged in her throat. ``Am I free to go?''\n\nThe man chuckled. ``How about showing me a little appreciation for helping you have this epiphany, huh?''\n\nClearly, he knew that this appreciation would be as he hooked a thumb underneath his belt, drawing her gaze back towards it. Once more, her stomach churned at the implications. This was not happening. She did not want this to be happening.\n\nBut what was the alternative? A quick death with her brains splattered against the car door behind her?\n\nLyss reached up, as if on auto-pilot, grabbing his belt buckle and starting to loosen it. She'd given blowjobs before, plenty of them in fact. This probably wasn't even going to be one of the most repulsive ones she'd ever had to give.\n\nJust get it over with and then you can wash your mouth out with soap.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``See, that wasn't so hard. Now, was it?''\n\nLyss watched as he extended a finger, tapping it against the side of his gun. The threat was distant but still very much there. All it would take was one wrong move before that barrel was back against her forehead.\n\n``And remember, if I feel teeth or you try anything fun,'' the man warned, wagging the gun back and forth. ``Then we'll go back to my original plan.''\n\n``I understand,'' Lyss whispered.\n\n``And call me Daddy,'' the man added, chuckling.\n\nLyss' face burned with shame. ``Thank you, Daddy.''\n\nShe hated the harshness of his laughter, hearing it belted out with venomous intent. It was like a hyena who'd just heard a good joke.\n\nAs the buckle came undone, Lyss started to remove it, undoing his fly and pulling down his pants, nice and slow. Underneath was a simple pair of grey boxers which tented outwards against his heavy cock.\n\nAlready, Lyss could pick up on his smell. It was that of sweat mixed with a masculine body wash, likely something from All Spice or a similar brand. It wasn't a nice smell but it was miles better than smelling gun oil and iron.\n\n``I hate you,'' Lyss whispered.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``You'll learn to appreciate me, sweetie.''\n\nLyss' stomach rolled but she finally yanked the waistband of his boxers down, causing his cock to snap forth. It was so hard, already staying tall and proud with a dollop of something pearly white staining the hooded tip.\n\nShe didn't waste any time, leaning forwards and accepting him into her mouth. HIs taste was just as intense as his scent, picking up on all the sweat and grit that a night of being a vigilante brought about.\n\nIt was vile and Lyss very much didn't want any part of it. However, the man apparently didn't care about what she wanted as he once more placed a hand upon the back of her head, gripping a fistful of her dirty blonde hair.\n\nUnder his guidance, she started to bob along his girth, moving in shallow little motions. She rolled her tongue around his pride, hating herself for caring about his pleasure in the slightest. However, it was strictly pragmatic. That's what she told herself. The faster they got this done, the less time they had to be together and the less time she had to worry about him changing his mind at the last second.\n\n``Fuck,'' the man groaned.\n\nLyss sniffled and spilled even more tears, the salty heat competing with the dry coolness of the late autumn air.\n\nFuck this, fuck him, fuck everything about this.\n\nThe man grew a bit more forceful with her, pushing just a little deeper than before. He clearly had his eye on the prize, aiming for that sweet spot which lingered at the back of her throat. At the very least, the threat of eating iron wasn't there, meaning she could gag. Which was probably for the best as she was already retching and twitching against this nauseous invasion.\n\n``You're being so brave for Daddy,'' the man chided, running his thumb through her hair and using it to pull her bangs aside. He looked her in the eye, his gaze brimming with cruel amusement as if he could peer into her very soul. ``If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that you were liking this.''\n\nLyss couldn't growl due to the obstruction in her throat. Nor did she feel brave enough to pull back and shout down his accusation. So, she just closed her eyes and prayed, hoping that this would be over soon enough.\n\nThe man held her in place and instead started to buck his hips, pumping his girth into her mouth. His tempo was smooth, yet forceful, pushing just a little deeper with each successive motion. And as he ventured to the very back of Lyss' throat, she really started to hack and sputter.\n\nHis cock was irritating and unclean, probing at that sensitive spot that had already been violated by the gun. She could barely control herself, feeling his sickly warmth nestle in place. More tears leaked from her eyes, a mix of misery from the irritating oral and also the humiliation of being put in this position in the first place.\n\nOh, how badly Lyss wished that she had a gun. How badly she wanted to turn the tables and put down this freak like some sort of fucking rabid dog. Sadly, there was no justice in the world. She was reminded as much as her nose was forced into the wild tuft of red hair that made up his pubic bush, while matching fuzz tickled at her chin from his balls.\n\nHe held her deep in place, chuckling as she sputtered and retched so violently. It was terrible and she thought that she was surely going to lose her lunch.\n\n``Fuck, feels like this hole was made for me,'' the man said, drawing back by the slimmest degree and pumping forwards again. He wasn't giving her a chance to breathe. ``Maybe it was destiny that made you break into that car.'' He shook his head. ``God?s little gift to me for helping give some real justice to this world.''\n\nLyss whimpered whenever she wasn't choking. Her lungs were already burning and even her sense of self-preservation failed as she tried to pull back. Not that she had much success with this as the man used his grip to hold her in place as he wedged himself forcefully into her airway.\n\n``Oh, stop complaining,'' the man chided, finally drawing back.\n\nLyss gasped around the cock in her mouth, panting for what little air she could get. Her sense of dread had faded, by the slimmest degree, but she knew that this wasn't even close to being over.\n\nThe man growled and resumed his tempo, pumping into her mouth. Her jaw ached but she kept it open, trying everything in her power to avoid him coming in contact with her teeth. It was hard but she prayed that he'd forgive her if a slip up did occur.\n\n``Fuck,'' the man growled.\n\nThere was a salty sheen about his flesh as he violated her mouth, treating her throat like his personal fleshlight. His body shuddered so violently and his breath came out in increasingly crude puffs of desperation.\n\n``Almost there, hun,'' he snarled.\n\nLyss internally groaned but braced herself. She could do this, she could survive.\n\nHe slammed himself forcefully against her face, battering her complexion with his pelvis and hammering himself into place with a desperate brutality. Just a little more, just a little longer. It would be over soon enough. That was the only thing keeping her sane.\n\n``Fuck, fuck, fuck,'' the man panted before finally lodging himself all the way down, holding her against the very base of his cock. ``FUCK!''\n\nHis euphoria came quickly and it came hard as his cock twitched and he launched his seed right down her throat. Mercifully it avoided her taste buds and went right into her gullet. Though she now choked upon it, suffocating under the flood. Rope after rope of the stuff went right into her airway, each marked by a semi-feral growl from her companion.\n\nIt felt like his orgasm lasted hours though in all likelihood this was over in the blink of an eye. Still, even a blink of an eye felt like it far too long to reasonably endure.\n\n``Good girl,'' the man growled, finally pulling himself free.\n\nLyss hacked and coughed, lurching forwards. The man offered no support as she slammed her hands into the ground. Her stomach roiled and soon enough she felt the man's essence come up, spilling out of her mouth with other less savoury substances.\n\nWhen was the last time you threw up like that?\n\nIt was awful, just awful, feeling her vomit. It burned so badly, making her whimper. Even worse, it was agony to hear the man cackle, laughing at her expense. She hated him so much, despised every fibre of his being.\n\n``Thanks for the blowjob,'' the man said.\n\nWhen she finally had the strength to look up, she saw that his gun was properly holstered. She had been allowed to live. Though he did have something else in his hand, another gun-like object. One that seemed utilitarian and less lethal in its design.\n\nLyss was about to ask what it was but the man suddenly grabbed her hair and forced her to remain still. He brought the barrel of this weird contraption over to her shoulder, burying it into the skin between her collarbone and shoulder blade. \n\nAs he squeezed the trigger, there was a harsh sound of air rushing and a sharp pain as something went right into her flesh.\n\n``Fuck!'' Lyss snapped.\n\nWhat had he just done? What had he just put inside her?\n\nFinally, he drew away, giving her some much-needed space.\n\n``A tracker,'' he explained, wagging a phone in front of her face. ``I'll be keeping an eye on you. You know, just to make sure that you took my lesson to heart. If I catch you being a piece of shit again, I won't be so kind.''\n\nAnd with that he walked away, offering a dismissive wave as he departed.\n\nLyss barely acknowledged it, looking down at the ground. She panted for breath, trying to pick up the pieces of what the fuck just happened to her.\n\n"
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  "writing": "Lyss looked to the left and then to the right, taking her time to ensure that there was no one lingering at the edges of this back lane. She couldn't see anyone which meant that no one could see her.\n\nIt was dark tonight with the fresh moon just starting to form though it was hidden behind a heavy bank of clouds with no streetlights around to offer supplementary illumination. This was a locale far away from the beaten path, remote and sleepy, supposedly safe from crime.\n\nShe grabbed the door handle and tried it, confirming that it was locked, at the very least. It wasn't a huge deal as she simply bent her arm and smashed her elbow into the glass. One hit didn't do much, a second cracked it, and then the third caused it to cave it. All the while, there was a distinct lack of car alarm blaring at her. It would seem that her luck was going to hold.\n\nIt was simple enough to poke her arm through and open the door from within, leaning inside and rifling through the contents without hesitation.\n\nYou'd think that people would get better about not leaving valuables in their cars. Nine times out ten, that would be true but sometimes you just got lucky. As Lyss opened the cubby in the armrest between the seats, she whistled, realizing this was that one time out of ten.\n\nJackpot.\n\nA wallet which she snapped open, seeing that it was filled with cards and even a little cash. A watch that looked pricey. And a chequebook that was just begging to be abused.\n\nSometimes people were just forgetful. Lyss loved when people were forgetful.\n\nShe cracked a smile and shoved all of her newfound loot into her pockets. It seemed like a pretty good haul for a dishonest day's work. If she was lucky, she might be able score some nice stuff with this before the banks caught on.\n\nOnly thing that would've made it better was if she didn't have to break the window in the first place. That would probably buy her far more time to scam this sorry son of a bitch.\n\nShe was about to pull back but that's when she heard something else. A click... a distinctive click directly behind herself.\n\n``Get out...'' a masculine voice growled. ``Slowly.''\n\nLyss' eyes widened as she recognized that click. It was the click from a thousand different movies, when the hammer was being cocked on a revolver. \n\nThis fucker had a gun.\n\nHow hadn't she heard him approaching? Had she gotten sloppy thinking about how much money she'd just scored?\n\n``Hey man...'' Lyss tried.\n\n``Now!'' the man ordered, growling his command. It sounded like this would be her one and only warning.\n\nLyss pulled back, nice and slow, making sure to keep her hands out in the open. As she drew back, she glanced in the mirror of the car's door, hoping to catch the stranger's reflection. But all she saw were her own terrified eyes staring back at her.\n\nShe was young, early twenties, with dirty blonde hair cut into a faux hawk. Those terrified eyes were a hazy blue, brimming with more than a little worry about how this was all going to play out. Her attire was pretty pricey, a nice leather jacket with designer earrings dangling from her ears.\n\n``Look, I can explain,'' Lyss tried once again.\n\n``No, you can't,'' the man said.\n\nShe could now feel him, sensing his presence. Sure, she couldn't see him but she could definitely pick up on the fact that he was large and bulky, terrifying in terms of stature. This wasn't good, this wasn't good in the slightest.\n\n``Is this your car?'' Lyss asked.\n\nNo answer.\n\n``Look man, I can put this back if you want,'' Lyss then tried, carefully reaching into her pocket. She was very aware of the gun trained on her. But she moved slowly enough that it didn't go off as she showed off what she'd grabbed. ``I have money if you want me to pay for the window.''\n\nThe man scoffed. ``Stealing for fun then?''\n\nLyss winced. What could she possibly say to that? The truth was that she was absolutely stealing for fun. But saying that would likely only get a bullet put through the back of her skull. And that wasn't something she was very eager to experience.\n\nIt wasn't like she could lie though. One look at her clothing told him that she wasn't exactly grabbing pocket change to buy herself a burger.\n\nBefore she could say anything, the man loudly cleared his throat. ``Turn around.''\n\nLyss did, gritting her teeth and bracing herself for what she'd see.\n\nShe hadn't expected to see the latex crow's mask upon his face with only his beady green eyes peering through at her. He was lithe yet strong, taller than herself with a worn jacket and well-used canvas pants that looked like they were formerly from the military. Which went well with the heavy combat boots upon his feet.\n\nAnd he was very much holding a revolver, six shots all trained right at her head.\n\nLyss looked around and was now cursing herself for choosing the remotest back alley possible. What kept her away from witnesses, also kept him away from witnesses, in turn. It would be hours before anyone found her body.\n\nFucking Christ... don't think like that...\n\n``Did you really think that you could just get away with something like that?'' the man asked, gesturing with the gun but still keeping it trained on her.\n\nLyss swallowed a lump in her throat, shaking her head. A lie. Until now, she'd been getting away with it for a good long while. Wasn't like the police were good for anything, especially when it came to breaking into cars.\n\nWho was this guy? Why was he wearing a mask?\n\nA news article flashed in her mind, snapping like a bulb on an old-fashioned camera. She remembered hearing about a shootout at a drug den. The survivors claimed that a freak in a dog mask had busted them, putting ten people in the ground before running from the scene.\n\nCould it be the same guy?\n\nBefore she could really think about it, she watched as the man slipped a finger into the trigger guard, resting it upon the fabled sliver of iron. A small movement but just proof that this situation was getting one step closer to ending poorly for her.\n\n``I hate scum like you,'' the man said, shaking his head. ``Think they can just break the law and get away with it.''\n\nLyss winced. ``Dude, it's... I... I didn't hurt anyone. I just broke into a few cars.''\n\nThe man's eyes narrowed but it seemed that her words had brought about some sort of reaction in him. His finger thankfully slipped away from the trigger, returning to a slightly safer roost upon the trigger guard instead. A tiny move in the right direction.\n\n``It would be a little extreme to kill you for that,'' the man whispered to himself, bobbing his head from side-to-side. ``But I got to make sure that this lesson sticks.'' He looked at her face, focusing on her terrified expression. ``Place that stuff back in the car and get on your knees.''\n\nLyss felt a chill crawl up her spine at his command, pure ice flooding her veins. She didn't like that kind of tone, nor that suggestion in the slightest. But it wasn't like she honestly had a choice.\n\nSo, she turned around and placed her loot on the driver's seat.\n\n``Close the door,'' the man then instructed.\n\nLyss did just that before turning around and slowly dropping to her knees. She winced as she felt the filthy asphalt brush against her pricy jeans, feeling the stagnant grey water soak through and lick at her skin.\n\nFrom this angle, she could see that the man wore leather gloves. He knew what he was doing, ensuring that he minimized the amount of evidence left behind.\n\n``Hands behind your head,'' the man said.\n\nAnd Lyss did just that, placing her hands behind her head. That's when the first sob broke free, desperate and choking. She didn't want to die but it was growing woefully hard to think of any outcome where a bullet wasn't going to end up going directly through her skull.\n\nThe man came closer, still keeping that gun trained on her. As he got near, Lyss could pick up on the spicy scent of his body wash as it was mixed with acrid sweat and gun oil. It wasn't a pleasant combination of odours, kind of like a frat house that was going to snuff her.\n\nHe grabbed her hair within one of his bulky hands, pulling back and forcing her to look up. At the same time, he held the tip of his revolver against her lips. It was so close that she could smell the iron, taste the phantoms borne from recently fired bullets.\n\n``I am going to fuck your mouth with this gun,'' the man stated, cold and to the point. There was no mirth there, no chance that it was some sort of sick joke that he was playing on her. ``If you do a good job, I'll let you run along. If not...'' His finger slipped back into the trigger guard, stroking at the little bit of metal so very tenderly. He was giving it a lover's caress, being far too intimate with it for her liking. ``Then my finger might just slip.''\n\nLyss' eyes watered as she drew in a breath, trying to still her racing heart. There was no way that this was happening. This had to be some sort of dream, a nightmare that she just needed to wake up from.\n\nThen she felt the cold gun probe at her cheeks, bringing her crashing back to the current moment. This was real, very real.\n\n``Did I stutter?'' the man growled.\n\nLyss opened her mouth and did as she was told, taking the barrel into her mouth. It tasted of metal and was ice cold, having this terrible chemical tinge upon it. She could taste that this gun had been fired before, she could taste that it had killed. \n\nThis had to be the same gun that had broken that drug lab. She was certain of it.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``See! I knew you could be a good girl if given the chance.''\n\nHe pushed the pistol forwards and Lyss obeyed his silent request, easing the pistol further and further into her mouth. She couldn't see where his finger lingered but she had a feeling that it remained within the trigger guard. One wrong move and his finger might just slip.\n\nAnd then she wouldn't have to worry about anything at all.\n\n``You should be thankful that I only caught you stealing,'' the man chided, shaking his head. ``I've killed a lot of bad people, hun. But I believe that some people can be... redeemed... under the right circumstances.''\n\nLyss closed her eyes and felt her complexion vibrate as another silent sob escaped her. She could feel the warmth of tears lingering under her eyelids, brimming and then spilling forth, draining down her frigid cheeks.\n\nThis wasn't happening.\n\nPlease, she would never steal again.\n\n``Come on, you're not even all the way down the barrel,'' the man chided, pressing the gun further into her mouth. The sharp edges of the metal dug into her tongue, threatening to cut it. ``Put that tongue to good use since it certainly wasn't making any sense talking.''\n\nLyss' ears burned as she did as she was told, rolling her tongue around the barrel. It felt humiliating and terrible, hearing his amusement as he forced her all the way down to the chambers. Her bottom lip soon rested against the trigger guard, mere centimeters from his finger.\n\nFuck...\n\nThe tip of the barrel was tickling the back of her throat, teasing that pesky little spot which would make her gag.\n\n``Don't gag,'' the man ordered, unable to hide the bastard from his voice. ``Or my finger might just slip and...'' He scoffed, letting out a single note of cruel dark mirth. ``Bang!''\n\nTo ensure that she didn't pull away, he rested a gloved hand upon the back of her head, clutching a fistful of her hair. This was the rock, effectively trapping her between it and a hard place, presenting her with an utterly hopeless scenario no matter what she did.\n\nThe man drew the gun a little to the left and a little to the right, allowing her to feel the cold unforgiving metal as it clicked against her teeth. It also irritated her throat, making this crude half gag rupture forth.\n\nLyss tensed, waiting for the end. Yet, it never came. \n\nInstead, the man chuckled, sounding like an absolute bastard. ``You're lucky that I have amazing trigger discipline, sweetie. Any other guy would've popped your top with that.''\n\nAny other guy wouldn't do this.\n\nWhen Lyss opened her eyes, she saw that her face was level with his crotch. She could also see that there was something underneath his attire which was tenting outwards, just looking for an excuse to spring forth.\n\nHer stomach roiled and she felt revolted, trying to ignore it. Was he seriously getting hard doing this to her? This freak was a total sicko.\n\n``Like what you see?'' he teased.\n\nLyss clenched her eyes shut. It was better if she didn't see it, if she just ignored everything that wasn't the gun trying its best to cram itself down her throat.\n\nNot that she could really tune out the arrogance of this fucking vigilante. ``Maybe If I avoid blowing your head off, I might let you try it out. I get awfully worked up putting pieces of shit like you in the ground.'' He chuckled, wiggling it back and forth before her eyes. ``Awfully pent up.''\n\nAnother sob rocked Lyss as she balled her hands into fists. It was getting woefully hard not to rise to the challenge, nearly impossible.\n\n``Oh, come on, plenty of girls would kill for a chance to get with a guy like me,'' the man said, gripping her head so tightly that it started to hurt. ``Big, tough, and scary. I practically have to beat them off with a stick on Fetlife.''\n\nLyss gagged against the gun, feeling fresh ice in her veins. Thankfully, it seemed that she would be allowed to keep her head as the revolver still didn't misfire. But how many times would she continue getting lucky.\n\nThe man slowly drew the gun back, taking his time with extracting it from her mouth. Once the barrel was free from between her lips, he then wiped the spit which coated it off upon her cheek.\n\nLyss opened her eyes and let out a desperate breath, crying now. ``I'm sorry.'' She sniffled. ``I won't steal again.''\n\n``Is that so?'' the man asked, moving his hand away from the back of her head and instead using it to cup her chin. He forced her to look up and into his cold eyes. ``I'll be honest, I don't really believe you.''\n\nLyss cringed, unable to stop herself from sobbing. She didn't care about how weak it made her look. It wasn't like she'd come out here expecting to die over a fucking watch and wallet. \n\nHow was this even her fault? She wasn't the stupid asshole leaving it in this car in the first place. If she wasn't planning to steal it than someone else surely would've.\n\n``Do you know why I'm doing this?'' the man asked, resting the barrel of the gun between her eyes.\n\nLyss growled, looking up at it and nearly going cross-eyed. ``Because you're a sick fuck?''\n\n``A little bit,'' the man said. She couldn't see his face but she could fear the smile in his voice, the amusement just dripping from it like acid. ``It's because I punish people who deserve it. The police aren't going to do it, so I will.''\n\nLyss was silent, just waiting for this to be over. Maybe if she just laid down and played dead then he would leave her alone.\n\n``Murderers, drug dealers, arsonists,'' the man listed, tutting. ``I'm sympathetic. I know which crimes are worth punishing. I'm not going to punish someone for stealing to survive or spray painting or doing drugs. But...'' He tapped her between the eyes. ``I know how much your jacket costs, I know the brand of jeans you wear, I can see the hundred-dollar mascara staining your cheeks and the fifty-dollar lipstick smeared on my gun. You don't need to steal, do you?''\n\nLyss didn't answer.\n\n``You're just doing this for fun,'' the man chided.\n\nLyss still refused to say anything.\n\n``Answer me!'' the man growled, pressing the barrel into her forehead to really accent his command.\n\nLyss sobbed. ``Yes! Yes, I'm just doing this because it's fun.''\n\n``And do you still think it's fun,'' the man asked, pressing the gun so firmly against her temple that it almost felt like it could push through. ``Do you?''\n\n``No!'' Lyss yelped.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``Well, I'm glad that you learned your lesson.'' He drew the gun back and ruffled her hair as if she were a child being taught that she'd done something wrong. ``Good girl.''\n\nThat gun didn't go back into its holster however. Instead, it lingered by his side, ready to be used if she tried anything funny. Not that she was in much of a mood to attempt that. Honestly, she just wanted to leave.\n\n``Am I...'' Lyss swallowed the misery lodged in her throat. ``Am I free to go?''\n\nThe man chuckled. ``How about showing me a little appreciation for helping you have this epiphany, huh?''\n\nClearly, he knew that this appreciation would be as he hooked a thumb underneath his belt, drawing her gaze back towards it. Once more, her stomach churned at the implications. This was not happening. She did not want this to be happening.\n\nBut what was the alternative? A quick death with her brains splattered against the car door behind her?\n\nLyss reached up, as if on auto-pilot, grabbing his belt buckle and starting to loosen it. She'd given blowjobs before, plenty of them in fact. This probably wasn't even going to be one of the most repulsive ones she'd ever had to give.\n\nJust get it over with and then you can wash your mouth out with soap.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``See, that wasn't so hard. Now, was it?''\n\nLyss watched as he extended a finger, tapping it against the side of his gun. The threat was distant but still very much there. All it would take was one wrong move before that barrel was back against her forehead.\n\n``And remember, if I feel teeth or you try anything fun,'' the man warned, wagging the gun back and forth. ``Then we'll go back to my original plan.''\n\n``I understand,'' Lyss whispered.\n\n``And call me Daddy,'' the man added, chuckling.\n\nLyss' face burned with shame. ``Thank you, Daddy.''\n\nShe hated the harshness of his laughter, hearing it belted out with venomous intent. It was like a hyena who'd just heard a good joke.\n\nAs the buckle came undone, Lyss started to remove it, undoing his fly and pulling down his pants, nice and slow. Underneath was a simple pair of grey boxers which tented outwards against his heavy cock.\n\nAlready, Lyss could pick up on his smell. It was that of sweat mixed with a masculine body wash, likely something from All Spice or a similar brand. It wasn't a nice smell but it was miles better than smelling gun oil and iron.\n\n``I hate you,'' Lyss whispered.\n\nThe man chuckled. ``You'll learn to appreciate me, sweetie.''\n\nLyss' stomach rolled but she finally yanked the waistband of his boxers down, causing his cock to snap forth. It was so hard, already staying tall and proud with a dollop of something pearly white staining the hooded tip.\n\nShe didn't waste any time, leaning forwards and accepting him into her mouth. HIs taste was just as intense as his scent, picking up on all the sweat and grit that a night of being a vigilante brought about.\n\nIt was vile and Lyss very much didn't want any part of it. However, the man apparently didn't care about what she wanted as he once more placed a hand upon the back of her head, gripping a fistful of her dirty blonde hair.\n\nUnder his guidance, she started to bob along his girth, moving in shallow little motions. She rolled her tongue around his pride, hating herself for caring about his pleasure in the slightest. However, it was strictly pragmatic. That's what she told herself. The faster they got this done, the less time they had to be together and the less time she had to worry about him changing his mind at the last second.\n\n``Fuck,'' the man groaned.\n\nLyss sniffled and spilled even more tears, the salty heat competing with the dry coolness of the late autumn air.\n\nFuck this, fuck him, fuck everything about this.\n\nThe man grew a bit more forceful with her, pushing just a little deeper than before. He clearly had his eye on the prize, aiming for that sweet spot which lingered at the back of her throat. At the very least, the threat of eating iron wasn't there, meaning she could gag. Which was probably for the best as she was already retching and twitching against this nauseous invasion.\n\n``You're being so brave for Daddy,'' the man chided, running his thumb through her hair and using it to pull her bangs aside. He looked her in the eye, his gaze brimming with cruel amusement as if he could peer into her very soul. ``If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that you were liking this.''\n\nLyss couldn't growl due to the obstruction in her throat. Nor did she feel brave enough to pull back and shout down his accusation. So, she just closed her eyes and prayed, hoping that this would be over soon enough.\n\nThe man held her in place and instead started to buck his hips, pumping his girth into her mouth. His tempo was smooth, yet forceful, pushing just a little deeper with each successive motion. And as he ventured to the very back of Lyss' throat, she really started to hack and sputter.\n\nHis cock was irritating and unclean, probing at that sensitive spot that had already been violated by the gun. She could barely control herself, feeling his sickly warmth nestle in place. More tears leaked from her eyes, a mix of misery from the irritating oral and also the humiliation of being put in this position in the first place.\n\nOh, how badly Lyss wished that she had a gun. How badly she wanted to turn the tables and put down this freak like some sort of fucking rabid dog. Sadly, there was no justice in the world. She was reminded as much as her nose was forced into the wild tuft of red hair that made up his pubic bush, while matching fuzz tickled at her chin from his balls.\n\nHe held her deep in place, chuckling as she sputtered and retched so violently. It was terrible and she thought that she was surely going to lose her lunch.\n\n``Fuck, feels like this hole was made for me,'' the man said, drawing back by the slimmest degree and pumping forwards again. He wasn't giving her a chance to breathe. ``Maybe it was destiny that made you break into that car.'' He shook his head. ``God?s little gift to me for helping give some real justice to this world.''\n\nLyss whimpered whenever she wasn't choking. Her lungs were already burning and even her sense of self-preservation failed as she tried to pull back. Not that she had much success with this as the man used his grip to hold her in place as he wedged himself forcefully into her airway.\n\n``Oh, stop complaining,'' the man chided, finally drawing back.\n\nLyss gasped around the cock in her mouth, panting for what little air she could get. Her sense of dread had faded, by the slimmest degree, but she knew that this wasn't even close to being over.\n\nThe man growled and resumed his tempo, pumping into her mouth. Her jaw ached but she kept it open, trying everything in her power to avoid him coming in contact with her teeth. It was hard but she prayed that he'd forgive her if a slip up did occur.\n\n``Fuck,'' the man growled.\n\nThere was a salty sheen about his flesh as he violated her mouth, treating her throat like his personal fleshlight. His body shuddered so violently and his breath came out in increasingly crude puffs of desperation.\n\n``Almost there, hun,'' he snarled.\n\nLyss internally groaned but braced herself. She could do this, she could survive.\n\nHe slammed himself forcefully against her face, battering her complexion with his pelvis and hammering himself into place with a desperate brutality. Just a little more, just a little longer. It would be over soon enough. That was the only thing keeping her sane.\n\n``Fuck, fuck, fuck,'' the man panted before finally lodging himself all the way down, holding her against the very base of his cock. ``FUCK!''\n\nHis euphoria came quickly and it came hard as his cock twitched and he launched his seed right down her throat. Mercifully it avoided her taste buds and went right into her gullet. Though she now choked upon it, suffocating under the flood. Rope after rope of the stuff went right into her airway, each marked by a semi-feral growl from her companion.\n\nIt felt like his orgasm lasted hours though in all likelihood this was over in the blink of an eye. Still, even a blink of an eye felt like it far too long to reasonably endure.\n\n``Good girl,'' the man growled, finally pulling himself free.\n\nLyss hacked and coughed, lurching forwards. The man offered no support as she slammed her hands into the ground. Her stomach roiled and soon enough she felt the man's essence come up, spilling out of her mouth with other less savoury substances.\n\nWhen was the last time you threw up like that?\n\nIt was awful, just awful, feeling her vomit. It burned so badly, making her whimper. Even worse, it was agony to hear the man cackle, laughing at her expense. She hated him so much, despised every fibre of his being.\n\n``Thanks for the blowjob,'' the man said.\n\nWhen she finally had the strength to look up, she saw that his gun was properly holstered. She had been allowed to live. Though he did have something else in his hand, another gun-like object. One that seemed utilitarian and less lethal in its design.\n\nLyss was about to ask what it was but the man suddenly grabbed her hair and forced her to remain still. He brought the barrel of this weird contraption over to her shoulder, burying it into the skin between her collarbone and shoulder blade. \n\nAs he squeezed the trigger, there was a harsh sound of air rushing and a sharp pain as something went right into her flesh.\n\n``Fuck!'' Lyss snapped.\n\nWhat had he just done? What had he just put inside her?\n\nFinally, he drew away, giving her some much-needed space.\n\n``A tracker,'' he explained, wagging a phone in front of her face. ``I'll be keeping an eye on you. You know, just to make sure that you took my lesson to heart. If I catch you being a piece of shit again, I won't be so kind.''\n\nAnd with that he walked away, offering a dismissive wave as he departed.\n\nLyss barely acknowledged it, looking down at the ground. She panted for breath, trying to pick up the pieces of what the fuck just happened to her.\n\n"
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