>Annie could only clean the house so much
>but she didn't want to sit idly at home, just waiting for anon to come home
>So he found some work, so she could contribute to the household budget
>Some waitressing at a nearby cafe, some garden work.
>Legality of these works were questionable at best, so all was paid in cash
>Anon was coming home late one night, so Annie stayed at the cafe until the evening
>She wanted to pick up some groceries on her way home
>She headed to that big store she liked. Little bit of a walk, but they had good stuff to good prices
>but she approaches the store from the unlit back, and is faced with a man pointing a gun at her
"Got some money for me, honey?"
They are not for you. And point the gun away, or someone might get hurt
"Sounds like a threat to me. Knows what happens if someone threatens me you bitch?"
Last time someone called me that they were attacking Panzer IIs. Think you are up to the challenge, Little man?
>For the first time in this confrontation the man flicks of the safety of his pistol

"i thin you should beg for your life, or whatever sweet things you have between your legs. Right fucking now"
>Annies eye twitches as he says "Beg"
>She takes a deep breath
When the man pulls the trigger, you will not fire, little one
>Her russian accent was much more prominent now
>She usually concealed it pretty well, but it (and some actual russian words) broke free in times of great lust. Or pure wrath
>She closes the distance to the man. Slowly walks over to him 
>click
>the man turns the gun slightly to look at it, and turn it back to Annie
>click
>clickclickclick
>Annie right fist meets the mans jaw with considerable force
>He falls to the ground
>Another punch
>A pill is forced into his mouth
>It all goes black
>When the man wakes up, he can't move his arms
>or legs
>or anything
>the man is ties to a chair

Welcome to my home, Little man!

"mmmpff!"
>the man was wearing a gad made from some rather old rag or towel, he wasn't sure
>In front of him, Annie sits at a table with an ungodly amount of various tools
>And various lable-less spraycans
>and bottles
>and rags
>the man tries to scream through his gag
>nothing but muffled screams comes out
Don't bother little man. You are beneath a feet of concrete. You have no wallet, and your phone is en route to the west coast. No one is going to find you. Ever
>The panic build up in the man's eyes
This is not a normal interrogation as such, but there are still rules. They are simple. Don't look away, and don't close your eyes. if i catch you doing either of these, i will hurt you. Do you think i am unable to hurt you?
>the cold, calculating tone in Annie's voice was terrifying
>The man shakes his head as if his life depended on it
Maybe i should demonstrate anyway
>Tears fall down his eyes, as muffled screams escapes his gagged mouth, and he is shaking head
That is good. Just remember the rules, and i won't hurt you physically
>the man nods violently
Good. Now, this, is your pistol, is it not?
>The man nods again 
Do you know what it is called
>The man does nothing
>Annie raises her voice
Do you know what the pistol is called? its designation? or the name you have given it?
>The man looks down on the floor
It seems you have forgotten the rules, maybe i will refresh your memory
>The man tries to scream as Annie leaves the chair by the table and walks over to him
>She slaps him on his cheek
>Hard
>and again
>and again
>and again
>the sound of the slaps ring out in the bare cellar
bounces around and makes a horrible sound
>The man is crying again
>And not because he is scared
Do not look away from me, or i will have to hurt you properly next time
>The man nods hysterically
maybe you think i am weak? Maybe you think i am lying? "Ohh, woman is so weak, she will not hurt me properly"
>fear grips the man ever deeper
Now, you are listening to me, Little man
The issue here, today is the pistol of yours.
Now, tell me if you are aware of the phenomenon of Waffengeists, or "gun spirit" in idiot, a language i am am sure you are fluent in
>The man nods
That was not the question, i asked about waffengeists
>Annie giggles a little bit at her own joke
>The man nods again
>Good, now your pistol, are you aware of what make and model it is?
>The man does nothing
And if you look away for as much as a second, this screwdriver will go very deep into your leg
>the man shakes it's head
It is a Makarov PMM. Maybe you were kicked in the head as a child. Given her a name?
>shaking
Know it has a geist?
>nodding
Let me guess, showed herself once or twice when you got her, and then never showed herself? Did she act this way because you are a pathetic excuse of a human being and a waste of blood and organs?
>nodding
No surprises here

Now, show yourself, little girl
>Annie did have a way of forcing inferior WGs to change forms
You poor girl, what are you wearing? Someone at your age should not be wearing those things. But not to worry, you are not at all responsible for this
The man over there...
>Annie takes the girls head and turns it towards the man tied to the chair
...has put cheap aftermarket plastic grips on you
But we can have that fixed by the end of the day

"b-but i've never seen you before..."
You have, and you decided not to fire when i asked you to. And now it is my time to repay you the favor
>The man s eyes are fixed on what is taking place in front of him
>not only because he is scared to look away
>but because he is curious
When was the last time he cleaned you?
"h-he never has..."
Then we will have to do a full disassembly
>Annie turns the girl into a small pistol again starts the process
>Every singe part is removed, bathed, cleaned and oiled and the reassembled
You know certain parts of a gun is sensitive?
>The main raises one eyebrow
>Annie pints the pistol at the man and flicks of the safety
>She mover her long, slender finger off the frame and to the trigger
>she pulls it
>click
>click
>clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick... click... click
>And sets the pistol down on her desk and makes it turn back into a girl
>She had a deep red color in her face, her breathing is ragged, she is sweaty, rubbing her thighs together
>She is making the kind of noises one would do a second before climax
>Her hand are at her her crotch, putting pressure on her most honest parts
>Annie takes her hands, and moves them away, and turning her towards the man
>revealing the sweat dripping of her face, her rosy cheeks, her open mouth that is drooling, and the wet spot between her legs
See little man, has she ever done this with you?
>The man doesn't move
>his eyes are empty, as if he had just seen a dinosaur
Do you feel useful now, little man?
>the man keeps staring in disbelief 
You do not answer? Have you forgotten the rules?
>The man tries to scream again
I think you have misunderstood how we do things here
>Annie still looks dead serious
>The man shakes his head violently
That is good, Now for another practical demonstration...

>Annie goes on with the cleaning process several more times, while verbally assaulting and insulting the man
>The man gets more and more terrified 
>The girl gets more and more incapable of doing anything, but by Annies very skillfull hands, she has not yet reached climax
>After a full hour, she leaves the girl on the table among all the tools
>She moves over to the man, standing just on front of him, with a large screwdriver
>The man once again tries to scream
I will now ask the little girl a question, okay?
>The man nods
Little girl, would you like to follow this man when he leaves the house, or do you want to stay here?
"i-i want to..."
>Her sentence is consumed by heavy breathing
Little one, is something wrong?
>Annie picks up the girl from the table, and cradles her in her arms like a baby
Would you like to stay here with me, or follow the man?
"i-i want t-to stay with you"
Little one, it would require some work...
"b-but"
Maybe if you beg me, i can keep you here, and i could give you a live round so you can finish
"P-please mam, l-let me stay here with you. p-please, i beg of you..."
That is enough little one, you are safe with me. You can stay here if you want to
>Annie turn her back into pistol form, dry fires it another 14 times, loads a single 9 mm round into a magazine, points it at the mans head and pulls the trigger, pushing the recently reverted girl over the edge and into sweet ecstasy
>She lies on the table in a bubbling, studdering and moaning mess

>The man wakes up some hours later at a recycling station somewhere outside the city
>In his pocket there is a note informing how unwise of a decision it would be to report the gun as stolen, since there are several pictures of his children next to it

>back at the home, Annie is humming old Russian war songs while braiding the girl long, red hair into a cute ponytail
>The girl herself is sitting in Annie's lap and looking at new grips on the internet
When he gets home, i will introduce you to Anon. He is a nice man. Taking care of us all
"But i like you"
Yes, i think i have a new carry pistol as of today, Little strange, but you would be okay with that little one?
"Yeees"
>the girl almost shouts as she buries her face into Annie's side
>Annie put her hand on the girls head and strokes it lightly
>I must think up a name for you. Maybe Anon will help us
"Yeah... Hey Annie?"
Yes dear?
"can we buy these?"
You like them?
"Yes, they look...
Worry not. We can