His nightstick!

Annie decisively took the nightstick from Dean's belt, a rigid baton that was about 20 inches long. "I think we're gonna have a lot of fun with this!", she exclaimed.

She strutted up to his spread-eagled body on the ground and poked at his aching package with the end of the baton. "Still there, big guy?"

His halfhearted groans let her know that he was, in fact, still awake. She got to work unzipping his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles, then once again pressed the end of the baton against his groin which was now only shielded by a dark blue pair of briefs. He locked eyes with her and his breathing grew heaver, knowing what a gruesome fate awaited him. Maintaining eye contact, she knelt down on the ground between his legs and began pounding away at his manhood. Crunch after sickening crunch, she continued to **** the mass between his legs until she was almost out of breath. Not done with her **** however, and wanting to add insult to injury, she stood up and rolled him onto his stomach. With the tip of the baton she slowly pulled his underwear down, and then without warning shoved the baton deep into his ass, causing him to yelp in pain and helplessly squirm beneath her.

With him out of the way and totally humiliated, Annie climbed into the driver's seat of Dean's car and began heading towards the army base Tristan had so foolishly mentioned earlier. She did not know what the future held for Dean, and to be honest she didn't really give a fuck. To her, he was just another corrupt muscleheaded pervert off the streets.