She brought his taser!

Gathering herself, Annie stepped out of the car brandishing Dean's taser. The men were all caught off guard by the fact they were seeing her and not Dean. Wasting no time, Annie quickly dispatched of Tristan's goons with a combination of graceful attacks and the power of electricity. Her performance left everyone literally floored, leaving only her and Tristan to duke it out.

He locked eyes with her and opened his mouth to speak. "You know, -NNGGGHHH!!"...

His monologue was cut short by Annie zapping him with the taser, and he fell flat on his back. Tristan always had some dumb, arrogant shit to say, and she wasn't having it.

With Tristan immobilized by the powerful shock running through his body, Annie removed his tank top and bound his wrists together behind his head, so that he couldn't fight the cruel punishment she was about to deliver. Stripping him even further of his shoes, jeans, black boxer briefs, and even a metal groin guard she was shocked to find resting in his underwear, Annie had Tristan completely naked and helpless on the side of the road. As much as she wanted to get to punishing him, she was also quite content to just stand there and admire his naked form. Tristan was built like a Greek god and hung like a horse. His muscular body was well groomed and recently shaved, save for the thick tufts of armpit hair he left natural, because "it looks manlier when I flex, babe!". His sculpted muscles and handsome, stubbled face strained as he tried to free himself from his bindings, to no avail. His nuts were the size of kiwifruit, and his thick cock rested at 7 inches soft (and close to 10" hard, if Annie remembered correctly). He truly was the perfect vision of masculinity, and bringing him down a notch would be a pleasure.

With the toe of her stiletto she gave him a quick stomp to the junk, making him yelp in pain. Planting her foot again on his massive nuts, she looked him in the eye, scowling at him.

"Tell me what the fuck's going on here!" she demanded.

"Go to hell!"

Incensed, she gave his nuts another hard stomp. He grunted in pain once more.

"You better start talking, asshole!"

But Tristan would not cooperate. She needed to do something if she wanted him to start talking...