His taser!

Annie decisively pulled a taser from Dean's belt, and examined the device with malicious glee. "This will do nicely", she giggled.

Wanting to get as clear a shot as possible, she sat on his stomach reverse-cowgirl style and began to pull his pants and underwear down enough to expose his naked manhood. If these were going to be his final moments as a man, he'd at least be spending them staring at her perfect toned ass. Annie thought his package was pretty average sized - definitely not small, but nowhere near the monster meat she knew Tristan was packing. Nevertheless, she tightened her thumb and index finger around the base of his sack and pulled hard, eliciting a painful groan from Dean as the skin around his balls tightened to perfectly outline the two of them. Aligning the taser's two prongs with his left and right nut respectively, she pressed down on the trigger, piercing the sharp metal prongs straight into his balls and delivering an agonising shock throughout. Thankfully for Dean, the **** pain caused him to black out almost immediately.

With him out of the way, Annie switched off the taser and tore the spikes from his balls, which were now bleeding profusely. Bringing the taser with her, she 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.