The Intruder
By smallweiner90.
She was sitting on the sofa in her apartment, legs tucked underneath her. She was dressed in the ultimate comfy pajamas. A cute pair of small grey sweatpants and a big hoodie adorning the Yalo logo, where she attended college. She had a hot cup of tea by her side and classical music playing on the speakers. It truly did not get better than this.
As she flipped a page in her novel, Anna couldn’t help but find herself getting a little worked up. She may have been a virgin in real life, saving herself for marriage, but she still enjoyed a steamy romance novel now and again. Ok, maybe a little more than “now and again”. It was her favorite genre. She loved reading about the muscular, hunky men who wooed and pleased the heroines of her tales. She’d hope to meet a guy like that someday. A guy just like in her romance novels.
Increasingly, Anna was worried that this might never happen for her. For one reason, she was nothing like the female characters in these novels. They were tall, busty, and confident—basically, the opposite of Anna. Being 5’1″ and 100 pounds made her great on the college cross country team, but it left her severely lacking in the curves department. Her breasts were barely an A cup; heck, she didn’t really even need to wear a bra most of the time, even though she did anyway. She was very self-conscious about people seeing her nipples through her shirt. Anna often looked at herself in the mirror and felt a little inadequate because of her breasts. She envied women who had big, full chests. Heck, even average breasts would’ve been nice. But nope, Anna had tiny little bee stings that practically hadn’t grown since she was 13. She was never brave enough to stuff her bra, but she was certainly tempted at times.
Anna felt plenty of shame about her small chest, but her undersized derriere amplified her shame. Anna had a tiny, flat little bump that barely protruded from her pants. From certain angles, it looked like she just had a long back. She cursed her Chinese genes, as she was very aware of the “Asian pancake butt syndrome” discourse on social media. Apparently, Asian women weren’t capable of growing big, voluptuous booties like other women. Wasn’t running supposed to build one’s glutes? Anna still ran all the time despite no longer competing. Still at least 40 miles per week, often more. Then why was she stuck with such a tiny butt?
Ultimately, Anna lacked confidence in her body and felt that this was a major contributor to her struggling love life. As a second-generation Chinese immigrant, Anna was pushed hard by her parents, who expected excellence in all facets of life. Her rigorous academic schedule, along with her athletic demands, left little time for dating. She had a few boyfriends in high school and college, but nothing more than a few months, and they got no further than petting and touching. The furthest she ever got with a boy was a fully clothed blowjob to one of her college boyfriends on his birthday. Other than that, she was rather inexperienced in the bedroom. She’d had a few dates in the city since she graduated, but never got too far with a man.
Anna came to the end of her chapter, and the cuckoo-clock went off. It was eleven, which meant her roommates still wouldn’t be home for hours, if they came home at all tonight. Still, she decided that this was a good stopping point in her book and wanted to go to sleep. She put her bookmark in and placed the book on the coffee table. She picked up her empty mug and walked towards the kitchen. She felt a slight breeze as she was walking.
She rounded the corner and went into the kitchen. She flicked the lights on and immediately dropped her mug. A masked man was wearing all black in her house!
“Ahh, what are you doing here?” Anna said, terror in her voice.
The masked man didn’t answer. He didn’t appear to have a weapon, so Anna reached into her pocket for her phone. That’s when she realized the phone was on the coffee table, next to her book.
“Ahh!” She screamed again. “Who are you?” She said. She then noticed the kitchen window was open. It looked like it had been pried open from the outside.
The masked man shushed her, “Be quiet,” he said.
Anna tried to scream again, but before she could, she felt a gloved hand over her mouth. “Do not scream. I don’t want to hurt you,” the masked man said. His voice was high-pitched and nasal. He wasn’t all that physically intimidating either, standing about 5’7″ and weighing about 150 pounds. Still, he was bigger and stronger than Anna, and that’s all that mattered now.
She tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by his hand. There was no way anyone could hear her. He pushed her back into the living room and up against the wall, a painting dangling just above her head. He removed his hand from her mouth and took a few steps back.
“What do you want? Take anything you want,” Anna said, shaking as she stood there, too afraid to move.
The masked man just stared at her, his brown eyes piercing her skin. He didn’t answer.
“My purse is in my bedroom. You can take all the cash, the credit cards, whatever you want. You can take our electronics if you want to. Just please don’t hurt me.”
“I don’t need money,” The masked man said. This frightened Anna even more. If he wasn’t here for money, why did he break in? This could not be good.
“I have a weapon,” The masked man said, “In my jacket. I don’t want to have to use it.”
Anna then noticed a protuberance in his left pocket. It looked like some sort of blunt object, but she couldn’t quite tell what it was. A police baton? A pipe wrench? It was too small to be a baseball bat, but it could be anything. Anna didn’t want to find out.
“You will do as I say, with no objection,” The masked man said. “It will be much, much easier for you that way.”
Anna wished her roommates would come home right now. But she knew that was incredibly unlikely. These nights ended one of two ways for her roommates. Either they close the bar down, or they go home with a man, or both. There was little chance anyone was walking through that front door anytime soon.
“Take your clothes off,” The masked man said.
“What?” Anna said. She could not believe this request; she had to make him repeat it.
“Take your clothes off. You need to get naked.”
“I do? Please don’t make me do that. Anything but that.”
“I will not repeat myself,” he said.
Anna could not believe this. No man had ever seen her naked before. No man had ever seen her in her underwear before. She did not want to reveal herself to this man.
“Please, sir,” Anna said. “I don’t want to. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before. I was saving this for my wedding night.”
“Well, looks like we’re getting married then, baby. Now take your clothes off. I don’t want to have to ask you again,” he said, rubbing the outside of his pocket, not so subtly calling attention to the weapon.
Anna knew there was no way out; she had to do this. She played with the drawstring of her sweatpants, slowly untying them to delay the inevitable. She lowered the pants to her ankles and kicked them off. She then turned around to face the wall. She didn’t even want to look at this man. She was wearing white cotton briefs, a rather conservative cut of underwear for a woman her age, but she found them comfortable. She just knew this man was staring at her tiny little ass, covered by her white panties. She didn’t want him to look anymore, so she turned back around to face him, covering her crotch with one hand to try to hide her underwear.
“Hands at your sides,” the masked man said. Anna complied, slowly moving her hand aside to show him the front of her underwear. The good thing, for now, was that her long, baggy hoodie hid most of the underwear, so he probably couldn’t see much. Unfortunately, she now had to take the sweatshirt off, too. She lifted the sweatshirt over her head, showing off her flat, toned tummy. She was short and thin, but also in very good shape from her running habit. Then the sweatshirt came off, and she stood there in front of him in her white bra and white briefs. No man had ever seen her like this before, and Anna felt utterly humiliated. She could not believe this was happening.
“Sexy undies,” the masked man said sarcastically, taunting her frumpy undergarments.
“I wasn’t exactly expecting anyone to see them,” Anna said.
“Turn around.”
Anna did as she was told, facing the wall and looking at the ground.
“Stick your butt out,” He said. She bent over slightly at the waist. “A little more,” he said. She bent over a little further, her little butt cheeks straining against her panties.
“Geez, you have no ass. Your panties are literally hanging off your butt,” The masked man said.
Anna couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Not only was he breaking into her home, not only was he making her remove her clothes, but now he dared to insult and shame her body? Her underwear? It was so humiliating for Anna, the man’s ‘no ass’ comment practically confirming all of her worst insecurities.
“Turn back around,” he said, “I don’t want to look at that bony butt anymore.”
She turned around, her cheeks burning.
“You have no tits either,” The man said in his whiny little voice. The voice sounded oddly familiar to Anna. She couldn’t quite place it, but the way this man said ‘tits’ seemed so familiar. Where could she have heard this man’s voice before?
“Take your bra off,” The masked man said. “Not like you need one anyway,” he added.
Anna unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, her small breasts now on full display. Anna never imagined unhooking her bra for anyone but her future husband. This man was the furthest thing from whoever she would end up marrying.
“You look like a fucking teenage boy,” the man said. “I broke into the wrong house tonight. I should’ve found a woman with some tits.”
This comment caused Anna to instinctively snap her arms over her chest, hoping to hide her shame. She didn’t want this man to see her anymore. The words cut, the man somehow finding her deepest insecurities about her body and zeroing in on them like a surgeon, dicing up her self-confidence with precision. It was beyond embarrassing. Even so, she again felt some sort of familiarity with the way this man said the word ‘tits’. It was so weird. He put so much emphasis on the first T, the word coming out as ‘tttits’. It did not sound like a man who was confident in himself or who knew his way around a woman’s body. Like if he said the words tits harshly, women would just pop their breasts out for him. Well, she supposed it had finally happened.
“Hands at your sides,” he said again, and she complied. “Now take your panties off,” he said.
Anna wanted to protest, but she was too afraid. She could not believe she was doing this, but she felt her hands wrap around her waistband and slowly lower her panties to the floor. It felt like someone else’s hands were doing it, because there was no way it could be Anna.
One thing Anna was extremely embarrassed about was the amount of hair on her pussy. It wasn’t a wild jungle or anything, but it was a little thick. She trimmed it, but only on a semi-regular basis, and unfortunately for her, it had been a few weeks since she’d last gotten to it. She didn’t think it mattered because she didn’t think anyone would see her pussy, but unfortunately, she was wrong. This disgusting, vile man was staring right at her pussy.
She didn’t dare cover, but she didn’t want to look at him either. She slowly moved her head up to look. She just barely got a peek, but she could see his greedy eyes looking at her pussy. It was at this moment that Anna knew he wanted more than just to see her naked. She made herself believe, perhaps foolishly, that he had only wanted to see her naked. That was all he was going to do: take her clothes, ogle her body, and be on his merry way. He was going to take her clothes and ogle her body, alright, but that’s not all he wanted. He wanted her. All of her. He wanted to use her up and throw her away. This man was repugnant. Anna knew she needed a way out, with or without a weapon.
“Turn around,” the man said. “And stick your ass out.”
She did as she was told, her little butt sticking out in the air, her pussy also exposed. “Twerk your ass for me,” the man said, and she did it. Anna shook her ass for this man, the man of her nightmares. What’s the opposite of Prince Charming? Prince Alarming?
She hated the weak little moans he would make as he watched her. She was pretty sure the man was rubbing his cock over his pants, although she couldn’t quite tell. She didn’t see a visible bulge in his black pants. “Your ass has virtually no jiggle to it. You look so funny trying to twerk. You look like a dork,” the man taunted her.
It was at this moment that Anna finally wanted to cry. She had endured everything this man had done to her and asked of her, everything, without tears. She didn’t feel like she could hold it in anymore. It was like her worst nightmare time one thousand. It was bad enough that this man had forced her to strip naked, had made himself become the first man ever to see Anna naked, but he had to insult her body? He had to dig at her deepest insecurities? He was the one making her shake her butt; she didn’t want to. It just wasn’t fair, and Anna felt like she couldn’t take it anymore.
Her lip quivered, and her eyes began to water, and she felt like she was about to burst into tears. Before she did, Anna realized she hadn’t heard the man say anything in a while. She hadn’t heard one of his degrading commands or one of his humiliating comments in a few minutes. She had gotten so caught up in trying not to cry that she hadn’t noticed until now. Anna lifted her head and peered around to look at the man. He was rubbing his crotch over his pants, his grubby little hands giving him undeserved pleasure. His head was tilted slightly towards the ceiling, and it looked like he was in a trance.
His pants were unzipped, and his underwear was showing. It looked like he was wearing white briefs. They were definitely white, but Anna wasn’t quite sure if they were briefs. Still, how could this man admonish Anna for her underwear if he was wearing tighty whities? Not as if it mattered now anyway. Anna was well past being embarrassed about being seen in her underwear. She would kill for a pair of panties at this moment.
It looked like he was going to ejaculate in his pants as he objectified Anna, reducing her to a toy for his own pleasure. Anna stopped twerking, and the man didn’t even seem to notice. He was so caught up in rubbing his crotch that he was barely paying attention to Anna anymore. His twisted mind was probably thinking of all the things he planned to do to her. How did she plan to use her, destroy her, and ruin her? She could not let this happen. Anna may have stripped naked for this man, she may have bared it all, and she may have shown him every last bit of her body, but he would not get her pussy too. There was simply no way Anna would allow this to happen.
She looked up and saw the painting again. It was a large print of Pablo Picasso’s famous butt print. It belongs to one of her roommates. It was in a thick wooden frame, covered by glass. It was probably very heavy, maybe even too heavy for Anna. Still, she had to try. She’d never forgive herself if she didn’t go down swinging. Anna started lifting the painting off the wall, the man still seemingly oblivious, daydreaming about the ways he wished to violate her. Ironic, Anna thought as she took the painting off the wall, that a bare ass would save her.
She had the painting in her hands, spun around, and lunged towards the man. He reacted too late, flailing his arms around as Anna smashed the painting over his head. Glass was everywhere as the man lay on the ground, dazed. His head went clear through the painting and was sticking out the other side of the frame. His ski mask had several small cuts, though she still couldn’t get a clear view of his face. It was like something out of a cartoon: the masked man with a painting over his head. She had just foiled a dastardly bank robber, but this man was far worse than a bank robber.
The man was dazed from the hit and still on the floor, his arms constricted under the painting. He was incapacitated for now, but Anna knew she had to act quickly as she heard the man’s meek groans. He would be awake any second now. She reached into the entertainment center and pulled out a pair of extra extension cords they kept alongside other spare cords and cables. They were the thick outdoor kind of cables, the type of thing one would barely use in a first-floor apartment. But they would come in handy now.
Anna tied the man’s hands with one cord and his feet with the other. Between the extension cords and the painting over his head, the man would struggle to go anywhere now. He was lying on the floor, groaning and writhing. Shards of glass surrounded him, though Anna didn’t notice any cuts on him. That might’ve been his only stroke of luck in this scenario.
The man finally spoke, “What happened?”
“Your perverted mind and your dick got the best of you,” Anna said. “Actually, I bested you,” she corrected herself.
The man writhed around some more, looking nervous and uncomfortable. “Let me go!” he demanded. Anna couldn’t help but laugh. Early on, he’d told her, ‘You will do as I say, with no objection.’ And despite a few timid protests, she had done exactly that. She had done everything he said, until he had seen and ogled over her naked body. But those rules no longer applied. She was in control now, and she didn’t have to listen to him anymore.
“Let me go,” he said again, though this time with a little less resolve in his voice. This man knew he had to ask, but he also knew there was no way Anna was letting him go now. Deep down, he had to know it was completely over for him. He had come here intending to take advantage of Anna, only to wind up utterly helpless on her living room floor. He was completely at her mercy.
Anna’s first instinct was to get dressed, but after all she had been through, she honestly didn’t care anymore. This man had already seen everything. There was nothing left to hide from him anymore, and Anna didn’t bother getting dressed. She did put her panties back on as she didn’t want the man to look at her pussy any longer, but the rest of her clothes stayed on the floor.
Her next instinct was to call 911, and she started to go for her cell phone. She took one step, but then she got a devilish grin on her face. This man had utterly and completely humiliated her. He had stripped her of her clothes, her pride, and her dignity. He tried to strip her of her virginity, too, but Anna stopped it. Now, she had every opportunity to turn the tables on him, to humiliate him in all the ways he humiliated her. On the one hand, Anna didn’t want to stoop to his level. But on the other hand, this man deserved more than what was coming to him. Anna would call the police in due time, but not before she dished out her own brand of justice.
She climbed on top of him, straddling his legs just below the crotch. She went to pull off his mask, and the man turned away. He did not want Anna to see his face. Anna allowed him this, for now. She allowed him a few more moments of anonymity. A few more moments before he was unmasked as the bastard he is.
She reached into his jacket and pulled out the weapon. It turned out that the weapon this man threatened her with was actually a giant black silicone dildo. It was enormous, Anna thought. She didn’t want to know what this man intended to do with the dildo.
She let the dildo fall to the floor, and then she reached down and went for his pants. They were still unzipped from when he was rubbing his crotch, and his white underwear was still poking out. Anna pulled them off of him completely, doing exactly what he’d done to her. Exposing his embarrassing underwear. Because, as it turns out, the man was indeed wearing Fruit of the Loom tighty whities.
“You’re wearing tighty whities?” Anna teased. “You made fun of my underwear when you wear those? Tighty whities are ten thousand times dorkier than what I’m wearing. I thought boys stopped wearing these by the eighth grade!”
The man let out a weak moan, a half-hearted protest. He couldn’t even muster words anymore; the tables had been completely turned on him. He probably didn’t think this was possible, Anna thought. He probably thought he could walk right in here and do whatever he wanted to whoever he wanted. Anna wondered if he was here for her, for one of her roommates, or after anyone he could find. One thing was for sure: this man intended to have his way with Anna tonight. He still seemed to be hard, a stiff thin outline straining against his briefs. His bulge was practically nonexistent. The briefs had a ton of loose fabric in the crotch. Still, Anna could see the tiniest outline of a hard little penis poking against the cotton.
“You’re still hard?” Anna said. “You are gross,” she added. She grabbed his crotch roughly over the man’s underwear. “It feels like there’s a baby carrot under here,” Anna said. She played around with his tiny cock and little balls. They felt so dainty in her hand, so unthreatening. She could hardly believe this was the same man who had terrified her just minutes ago. He was so weak and pathetic, barely a man at all.
“God, it feels so tiny. I don’t even want to see it.” The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. At least, after all this, his greatest shame would not be exposed. No matter what happened to him, at least he could avoid this ultimate humiliation.
“I have to say,” Anna began again, “even though it feels gross, disgusting, and useless, I can’t help but be morbidly curious. Anna heard the man gulp. Her previous comments were only meant to torment him, to give him a false sense of relief. From the moment she saw his sorry ass wriggling on the ground, Anna knew it would come to this.
She reached her fingers into his waistband and began to pull them down. “Please don’t. I’ll do anything!” The man pleaded, his first words in several minutes. Up until now, he had only uttered moans and groans, weak little protests. It was only when his tiny little penis was about to be exposed that he could manage a few words. “I have money,” he said. “I have a good job, and my dad is really rich. I can get you anything you want,” he said.
“I don’t need your money,” Anna said. This wasn’t exactly true. Anna’s job paid a decent salary, but she was still living with roommates and eating noodles most nights. Extra money wouldn’t hurt. But she would not allow this man to buy her off. What he took from her was worth more than money, at least in her eyes. She would not be bought off, not even for a private island.
“Anything!” the man said, his final word before Anna yanked down his underpants and watched as a tiny little micropenis flopped out. The penis was rock hard, but could not have been more than three inches. Diminutive was the best word to describe it, Anna thought. It was so short. It was nothing like the cocks described in her romance novels, and it was nothing like the cocks she had seen in porn the few times she’d watched it. Anna knew porn wasn’t realistic, but surely most men were bigger than this.
“Oh my god,” Anna said, as she covered her mouth and started laughing. “You have a babydick!” The man was looking away, unable to face Anna as she exposed him. “I’ve only seen a few penises in my life,” Anna said, “but this is by far the tiniest. It’s itty bitty.” This was true. Even though Anna had never been naked in front of a man before tonight, she wasn’t exactly perfect. She had given a few clothed handjobs to some of her past boyfriends, and even a blowjob once. All of those men had been bigger than him, and some of them were teenagers.
Anna pinched her two fingers together with one hand and turned the man’s head to face her with the other. She wanted him to look at her, to feel every bit of the shame and humiliation he’d put her through tonight. She pinched her fingers together a little closer and said, “That is the most pathetic thing I have ever seen. You aren’t even a man. That is not a dick or a cock. Those are not accurate words to describe this minuscule appendage. It’s a penis, or a peepee, or a weewee. It is not a cock.”
The cuckoo clock went off; it was midnight. She couldn’t believe only an hour had passed. It was the most harrowing hour of her life, even if she had the upper hand now. It was simultaneously the shortest and longest hour of her life, the laws of time fraying as she underwent her humiliation.
Midnight meant her roommates still wouldn’t be home for hours, so she could still have a little fun at this man’s expense. It was all she could do after what he had done to her. She looked back down at his penis, which was still rock hard despite the man’s predicament. It stuck up, like a Chapstick on its long end. That’s exactly what it looked like, Anna thought—a tube of Chapstick.
“I thought white guys were supposed to have big dicks,” she said. She flicked it a few times with her index finger, watching it bounce up and down. “Do you like that?” she said. The man winced, but she knew he was probably loving this. This was probably the first time a woman had ever touched this shrimp dick. She flicked it one more time and let it come to a rest, still hard as a diamond. “The saddest part about all this,” Anna said, “is that I can tell you are fully hard right now. You are at your maximum length. And it is pitiful.”
It almost sounded like the man was going to cry, like he was fighting back tears. Anna had been doing the same thing just moments ago. She almost felt a twinge of sympathy for the man, but she quickly snapped out of it. This man deserved this, deserved to have his inadequacy exposed to the woman he tried to use.
Anna picked up the dildo and held it next to the man’s cock. The size difference was comical, the black dildo dwarfing the man’s peepee. “Why’d you bring this? Is it because you don’t have a dick of your own?” Anna said. For a brief moment, a naughty thought entered Anna’s mind. There was a place she could stick this dildo. But she let the thought pass, deciding she wouldn’t go quite that far. She had other ideas in store for him instead.
She put the dildo down and said, “I’ll be right back.” She got off of him for a moment and went towards a closet. He was still tied up, and underneath the painting, so he wasn’t going anywhere. He couldn’t do anything to hide his tiny little dick on display either.
Anna went towards the closet, partially because she had another humiliating idea, and partially because she didn’t want to hear him cry. He was already so pathetic and weak, she just didn’t think she could bear it if this loser creep started bawling in her living room, his tiny little penis flopping around.
She pulled out a tape measure and returned to the man, assuming the same position as before. She held the tape measure up and extended it by four inches. “I don’t think we’ll need more than that,” Anna said. She held the tape measure next to his microscopic penis, her hand mere centimeters away from the tiny dick. It twitched as she got near it; the man was probably hoping she would brush up against it or something. He probably hoped she’d flick it again. Instead, she held the tape measure next to his penis. “Looks like I overestimated you,” Anna said. She lowered the tape measure by one inch and put it next to his dick. “Three inches!” Anna said through laughter. “You have a three-inch penis! My high school boyfriend was bigger than you!”
She laughed some more, and the man just lay there and took it. The only movement was his little penis twitching, likely relishing in every moment of this humiliation. The man seemed to let his guard down a little as she laughed. He had been on edge after he’d been tied up, but he seemed to be getting lost in the humiliation. He wasn’t really paying attention to Anna anymore, just hearing her laughter at his sad excuse for a penis.
She reached for his mask, and the man didn’t protest or move; he was entranced. She unmasked him, and she recognized his thin, mousey face immediately. It was Ethan Smallwood, one of her coworkers at Coleman Capital, the firm where she works. They were both junior financial analysts at Coleman Capital, but everyone hated Ethan, especially Anna. They had been hired around the same time, but Ethan was a few years older than her. The only reason Ethan had gotten the job was that his father was on the board. He was lazy and incompetent, always slacking off and making the good workers like Anna make up for his lack of productivity.
These qualities were loathsome enough on their own, but the worst part about Ethan was his entitled, misogynistic attitude. He was always expecting things to be handed to him, because they had been his entire life. He was always talking down to people in the workplace, especially women. There was one comment that was especially biting. One day in the office, one of Anna’s coworkers walked past her while she was standing next to Ethan. This coworker was wearing a dress and happened to have a larger chest. “Damn, look at the rack on her,” Ethan had said after she walked past, to no one in particular. He then turned to Anna and said, “Don’t you wish you had tits like that?” The way he said tits was the same as he’d said it tonight. That was why he sounded familiar.
The comment deeply embarrassed Anna, though she tried her hardest to hide it. She’d wanted to report him to HR at the time, but the comment was more about the other coworker than her. Plus, she knew his dad was on the board, and she was afraid. Reporting Ethan could wind up much worse for her, so she felt like she had to let it go, even if it hurt.
Even worse, Anna had to endure countless attempts by Ethan to ask her on a date. Despite his comment about her body, he’d still asked her out on multiple occasions. Even though she had a lukewarm love life, Anna did not want to go out with Ethan. She wasn’t that desperate. Even before this incident, she felt like Ethan was the complete opposite of the men she fantasized about, about the male characters in her romance novels. She’d let him down easy every time, but perhaps she should’ve been firmer. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings back then, but sparing his feelings was the least of her concerns now.
“Ethan Smallwood has a tiny little penis,” Anna said. He looked utterly defeated, just staring ahead, straight at Anna’s still bare breasts. “Really living up to the family name,” she added. She noticed him staring at her breasts, and she wiggled her chest a little. “Go ahead and get a good look,” Anna said. “It’ll be the last time you see a naked woman for a long, long time.” Ethan’s dick twitched as he watched her, still objectifying her despite his current situation. Ethan was a pervert, that was for sure.
She shook her tits a bit more, and Ethan’s dick began to leak precum. Anna looked down and said, “Ew, are you really going to cum right now?” Without answering, Ethan’s dick twitched and spurted a few little droplets of cum, dripping down his teeny shaft. “Wow, that has got to be the most embarrassing thing I have ever seen someone else do,” Anna said. “It might be the most embarrassing thing any person has ever done in the history of mankind.”
Ethan just lay there, unable to defend himself. He had to know he was a disgusting little pervert, and Anna had been gracious enough to allow him this brief moment of pleasure. It was probably the greatest moment of his entire life, she thought. His entire life leading up to those five seconds of pleasure, a sorry little load dripping from his useless dick.
Ethan seemed to have the world’s worst case of post-nut clarity as he looked around frantically, taking in his predicament. Anna reached over for her cell phone, still on top of Ethan. She dialed 911 and put it on speakerphone so Ethan could hear.
“911, what is your emergency?” the female operator said. She sounded a little gruff, probably in her mid-40s, and had seen and heard it all.
“A man broke into my house,” Anna said. “He came in and tried to assault me, but I was able to subdue him, and I have him tied up. Send help, please!”
“What is the address?”
Anna rattled off her address, and the operator said help was on the way.
“Can you stay on the line for me?” the operator said.
“I can,” Anna said.
“Can you tell us what happened?”
“I went into my kitchen, and a man was in there, dressed in all black. A window was open. He said he had a weapon, and he made me take my clothes off. He pulled his pants down, and he had the tiniest little micropenis. It was sad,” Anna said. She knew the details about his penis size didn’t really matter, but she wanted to say it anyway. She wanted it to be on record that Ethan Smallwood had a tiny penis.
“Do you know this man?” the operator asked.
“Yes, his name is Ethan Smallwood, and he’s my coworker at Coleman Capital. Ethan Smallwood has a babydick.” Anna went on with the operator for a few more minutes, Anna always sure to mention Ethan’s small penis every chance she got. The operator never reacted to Anna’s comments about Ethan’s tiny penis, always remaining professional. Still, Anna hoped this woman also got a kick out of the situation, even if she couldn’t express it.
Ethan was about to endure embarrassment and humiliation beyond his imagination. He grew up a privileged rich kid with everything handed to him, but those days were over. And Anna knew that, whatever else would happen to him, the worst part of it all was that everyone would know that Ethan Smallwood had a tiny baby penis and couldn’t satisfy a woman if his life depended on it. She told the 911 operator about his small penis, and she would be sure to tell the first responders too. She wanted it on the record that Ethan Smallwood had a micropenis. She wanted it to be in reports and news articles. It would be a legal fact that Ethan Smallwood had a baby penis. It would be as true as the sky is blue. There could be no greater humiliation, and this fate couldn’t befall a more deserving person.
The End.
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