Punisher (second try)

Douglas Lee

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OOC: You know the drill. Only need one woman for now.

Frank Castle sat in his hotel room in Manhattan, staring at the bottle of cheap tequila in fornt of him. Back in Tampa, Florida, he had been the Punisher who had taken down Howard Saint's criminal operation in revenge for the slaying of his entire family at a reunion.

Now, all he did was punish shots of tequila, over and over again, and depress over his life.

Raising his 9mm pistol to his chin for the fourth time that hour, he chambered a nine-millimeter bullet, preparing to pull the trigger.

He felt sure he was gonna do it this time, felt sure he could . . .

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Frank aimed the gun at the door, which swung open, and a blond-haired head peeked in.

"Hey, I'm Alyse, and I'm your next-door neighbor. Have some cigarettes maybe?"

Frank smiled.

"Really now? Perhaps I do."

He stood, hiding the gun under the table and then hiding the tequila as well on second thought.

"Want to come in?"
 
OOC: I've found the woman to play from a kindly-sent PM so this is now closed to that woman and I for now. Thank you all.
 
OOC: Aw.

Alyse lay on her hotel bed and rubbed her hazel colored eyes, thinking about how horribly the week had gone. She'd finally gotten rid of him, after all this time. She'd flown out here to catch him cheating - and she'd gotten exactly what she wanted. At one point, things had been going well. They'd moved in together and he'd even said something about getting married. But all of his out of town business trips were something more, and she knew it.

Now that Alyse had finally busted him she wasn't quite sure what to do. She was 25 years old and they'd been together for 2 years. Her flight wasn't for a few more days, so she'd be stuck here until then.

As the night wore on and Alyse continued to be lost in thought, she heard noises coming from next door. She couldn't really tell they were so indistinct, but she could tell that something wasn't right. She went out to the balcony to have a cigarrette and to perhaps hear better, but found that she had none. Now Alyse had a real motivating reason to go knocking on that door. The ash tray on the next balcony had a couple butts in it, so she knew whoever it was definetely a smoker.

Damnit, she mumbled, knowing that she wasn't quite sure what she was getting herself into. She walked over to the door and knocked a couple times. She didn't wait for a response and instead opened it.

"Hey, I'm Alyse, and I'm your next-door neighbor. Have some cigarettes maybe?"

She saw a man sitting at a table, and as she walked in she saw him hide something.

"Really now? Perhaps I do."

She was surprised by this man and his answer, but nevertheless she decided to continue with trying to see what was going on. Something wasn't right. She could feel it.

"Great, thanks," she said to him with a smile.
 
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Frank handed her his last pack of Camel Frosts, taking one out and lighting it with a Zippo, then lighting one for her as well.

"What are you doing in town, Miss Alyse?" he asked, trying to look down her shirt, which looked ruffled and easy to see through.
 
Alyse laughed as she inhaled. "That's a long, unentertaining story."

She watched his eyes. She could see where his focus was. "You know, my eyes and my face is up here." She waved, slightly amused by his blunt attempt to catch a glimpse.
 
Frank smiled, deciding to make a bold move.

He closed the door behind her with his booted foot and placed his hand on her chest, cupping her right breast through her loose shirt.

"But the view is so much better down there," he said, daring her with his eyes to reject him. He had the pistol ready, just in case.
 
Alyse laughed in uncomfortable amusement and began to wriggle away. She looked him in the eyes and saw something so wild, so animalistic, primitive even.

"Well," she said with a grunt as she began to twist her body, "I guess chivalry really is dead."
 
He locked the door and shoved her against the wall.

"Yes," he said simply.

He unzipped his pants, pulling out his decent-sized manhood and jerking it a little in front of her as he smiled.

Then he tore open her shirt to reveal a leopard bra and a creamy smooth stomach beneath.

"But I'm not, and I want sex," he stated, walking forward.
 
When her back hit the door the wind was knocked out of her. She braced her arms and hands against the frame of the door as he ripped her shirt open.

"I'm all for rough sex," she said as she watched him unzip his pants. "But you don't have to be such a prick about it." She laughed, no pun had been intended, but she couldn't help it. It had been a long while since she'd truly experienced enjoyment during sex, and the obvious fact that this man was not dead but was rather quite alive heated her skin.
 
"Oh, I've got all the prick I need right here," he said, waving his extremely erect penis at her. "And all the prick you need."

He pulled down her pants without asking, then pulled aside her panties though not pulling them completely off, and knelt, beginning to eat her out aggressively.
 
She bit her lip and growled. She found it both offensive yet pleasing how aggressive this man seemed to regard her body. Without realizing it she opened her legs wider for him, holding steadfast onto the door frame.

She watched him in amusement. She doubted he would remember what he had done the next morning, but Alyse didn't care. She needed it more than he knew.
 
Frank's hands massaged her bare breasts as he licked her pussy hard and fast, flicking her clit occasionally with his talented tongue.

He looked up, taking a break for breath and licking his lips, which were covered in her juices.

"Taste as sweet as can be," he complimented her, smiling roughly and swooping her up and laying her on the table he had been drinking at, swiping his beer bottle and pistol away and rubbing his cock against her pussy, but not putting it in.
 
She laughed in amusement as he moved her onto her back on the table. She sat up on her hands and flipped her hair from her face. "You know exactly what you want, don't you?" She asked him with an arched eye brow. She rocked her hips playfully as his cock pressed at the entrance of her pussy and she swung her legs as they dangled off the table.
 
"Exactly," he commented, shoving his cock in to the hilt and groaning in pleasure as her velevty cunt swallowed his shaft like the best. "Mmmmm, so fucking soft and wet," he moaned, kissing her neck and fondling her clit with one hand, her breasts with the other as he fucked her slowly.
 
The feeling of his cock filling her pussy was a feeling so satisfying and fulfilling that Alyse moaned loudly. His hands roughly fondling her as though he were paying for her services excited her and she could feel the tension building. She arched her hips to meet his as he fucked her slow and deep. As his lips played along her skin she threw her head back and thrust her breasts out in a display.
 
Frank caressed those breasts with his tongue as he fucked her hard suddenly, then turned her around on the table and began fucking her from behind, doggystyle.

"Nice tits," he grunted, watching them jiggle with every thrust in rapid succession.
 
The faster he fucked her the more intense the pressure was becoming. As he violently flipped her around Alyse grunted and groaned and threw her legs on either side of the table. She held onto the edge and leaned her hips back onto him.

"Thankyou," she whispered as her ass bound back and forth ontop of him.
 
"For what?" he grunted, fucking her harder and faster. "Fucking you?"

He reached his hands around, roughly fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples to their highest level of erectness, diddling them between his thumbs as her hot wet pussy squeezed his cock and her ass bounded against his hips.

"That's a pleasure, honey," Frank groaned.
 
She laughed as she threw her head back. "I was thanking you for the compliment," she said breathlessly. "But it's all the same to me."

She moaned as she could feel her orgasm breeching. Her pussy quivered and trembled on and around his cock.
 
Frank slapped her ass as he fucked the girl even harder, if that was even possible at this point. He then groped at her bare breast.

"Well, they are nice tits," he replied with a grunt.

He was about to cum, could feel both their orgasms coming, when the locked door was blasted open by a shotgun and two armed men charged in.

"It's the Punisher!" yelled one, aiming the shotgun.

Quickly pulling his cock from Alyse's body, Frank reached down for the 9mm, raising it up. He fired and one man fell, shot in the face by the Punisher's accuracy, dropping his shotgun to the newly-bloodied floor of the nice hotel room.

The other man raised his Uzi submachine gun. Bullets flew between Frank and the bandit. The bandit lost, the man falling back, shot in the chest twice by the nine-mil.

Breathing hard, still buck-naked, Frank looked down at Alyse.

"That was rude."
 
As he groped and grunted Alyse was almost prepared to cum, until the door burst open and the firing of gun shots. It all happened in a flash so quickly that she didn't have time to comprehend what had gone on.

As he commented on their "rudeness" Alyse stood up. "What the fuck was that about?" She asked as she pulled her pants up and brushed her hair out of her face.
 
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Frank pulled up his own pants, reloading the pistol and shutting the shattered door, which had numerous buckshot holes through it now, making closing it pretty much pointless.

Exhausted from the short but fierce gun battle, sweating all over, Frank looked at Alyse as he pulled on his shirt.

"Oh, nothing," he said, brushing her concerns away. "People here that the Punisher is somewhere, and they've heard about Tampa and they think they can take me, so they try."

He picked up the blood-spattered shotgun and Uzi.

"and they just add their weapons and their names to my collection," he said with a satisfied grin. "I'll have to vacate this hotel room now, before the cops come. You game to come with me?"
 
Alyse quickly grabbed her bra and pulled it on. She watched him as he spoke, perfectly calm. She grabbed what appeared to be one of his shirts and pulled it over her head.

"Where are you going?" She asked, knowing that it was probably best to go with him.
 
Frank smiled as he looked into her gorgeous hazel eyes, then looked around at the two men slumped dead.

"Well, obviously somewhere far away from a place where a pair of dead bodies with bullets matching my guns are laying," he said sarcastically, smiling up at her.

He went through the bodies, grabbing spare clips for the Uzi and some extra shells for the shotgun, then went to the window, grabbing the kitchen table streaked with cum and sweat from their unfinished lovemaking, tossing it through the window with a smash.

"The security guard should already be running down the hall and drawing his gun," Frank told Alyse in explanation. "I'm not killing someone for doing their job if he's only being noble and not being bad. We're going out this window, four stories down. Yeah, you're thinking we might die. But not if I do what I'm thinking of doing."

Laying the double-barreled shotgun on the window sill, Frank was about to explain this plan, holding the Uzi, when the door burst open for the second time in as many minutes and the black security guard burst in.

Taking in the scene quickly with Frank and Alyse standing there by the smashed window, the dead bodies, and the strange scent of sex, the guard raised his pistol.

"Put your hands up, Punisher!" he yelled.

"Damn," said Frank regretfully as he grabbed the shotgun, ready for the gunfight sure to follow those fateful words.

Instead, he thought better of it and grabbed Alyse around the wiast, firing one blast from the shotgun and one burst from the Uzi before throwing both weapons at the wounded, falling guard, and diving out the window with Alyse in tow.

He grabbed the opposite building's fire escape and pulled himself up, running up to the roof and sitting there, breathing hard.

"Glad they make the buildings so close together here," he told Alyse breathlessly.
 
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