Lucas Whitney opened the front door to his small one-bedroom apartment after returning from work. He turned on the light and took off his jacket, shaking a few stray snowflakes from its creases before hanging it on the closet door to dry. He saw the woman sitting in his favorite chair when he turned around. She had black hair, big red lips and a petite little frame, sitting sideways and easily curled up on the cushion. He stood there for a long moment, eyes locked onto hers before he spoke.
"Huh?" Lucas stammered a bit. "Who are you? What are you doing in my --" She giggled and smiled. The giggle was infectious, and her smile disarmed him before he finished his sentence.
"Hello," she said. "I hope you don't mind my coming by for a visit." The light crossed her face. Lucas could tell for the first time that she was of Asian extraction with a pixie style haircut. She was dressed in blue jeans and a black tank top. She carried a small backpack and wore no jacket. He thought it an odd choice of clothing in the middle of a chilly January. He could see tiny biceps in her arms and she looked solidly built overall, as though she worked out regularly. Her appearance and demeanor were otherwise very feminine. Her expression belied some sort of mischievous intent.
"How did you get in here?" He looked around for a broken lock or an open window to no avail. Nothing looked like it had been tampered with. "Who are you and what do you want?"
"Call me Jenny," she said, rising from the sofa. She was tiny, probably not more than 5'1" tall at the most. Her Asian sounding accent was noticeable, but her English was fluent. "And I just wanted to meet you, that's all." She fluttered her lashes. "Is that a crime?" Lucas smirked, pulling his smartphone from his pocket, fumbling with it, obviously a bit flustered.
"No, but breaking and entering is." He tapped and swiped at the screen aimlessly, a little harder than a savvy user would. 'Goddamned password," he muttered to no one in particular. Jenny moved in closer. She stood next to him, coming up to his man tit.
"Are you afraid of me?" she whispered, suddenly placing the palm of her tiny hand directly on his crotch. "Are you going to call the authorities and get me in trouble?" She spoke in a singsong inflection, playfully rubbing him. Lucas put the phone back in his pocket, unable to access the device. She smiled as his eyes got wide, frozen by her touch. She giggled again.
"No... it's... okay but...what are you...doing?" He started to gasp, finding himself at a loss for words as his cock poked lewdly through his jeans. She found its underside and stroked it as she spoke softly to him.
"You know, if you or any other male stranger were to touch me the same way that I am touching you," she whispered. 'I would scream and call the police. Yet you are frozen. You say nothing. You let me touch you and you hope for my approval. You hope that I will like what I see and that it will result in pleasure for you." She began to play with the top of his zipper, opening his fly, working first a finger and then her entire hand inside Lucas' pants. She cupped his package through his underwear as she continued to speak. "That is your weakness, and it will be your downfall." She let out another little giggle. Her touches seemed more intimate now that she had breached the barrier of his zipper. Lucas just gasped and shuddered.
"What in the hell are you talking about?" he muttered, not sure of what he was asking or what he wanted her to do. She traced her hand up his swelling bulge and under the band of his underwear. She clutched him gently, then more firmly to get his attention. Her demeanor changed as she looked into his eyes.
"Take off your shirt," she said. She spoke louder, almost sternly, her hand gripping his balls tightly as she said the words. Lucas started to grab for her arm.
"Come on," he winced uncomfortably. "Get out of there!" He tried pushing his hand inside his pants to dislodge her fingers. She had kept the opening tiny, just big enough for her little hand to slip through. Lucas struggled frantically with the zipper. Jenny responded to his resistance by squeezing harder, pushing his testicles together in just the right spot to cause a sharp, soul crushing pain. "OWWWCH! You're hurting me!"
"Take off your shirt! Do as I say!" she repeated, squeezing and twisting his helpless gonads. Lucas desperately tried pushing his hands down into his pants to pry her fingertips off. After all, he was clearly much larger and stronger than she was. It shouldn't be any problem, he thought. Jenny responded by pushing his testicles together hard in such a way that a debilitating pain caused his knees to buckle. She held him like that. She moved to his face and kissed his cheek, then tenderly, sensually tracing her tongue around the contour of his ear, whispering as she cruelly crushed his manhood, increasing the level of pain as she gently toyed with his face. "Raise your hands into the air. Obey me boy. I don't want to hurt you." The crushing pain coupled with her sweet voice and gentle kiss caused him to give up. He raised his hands. Jenny loosened her grip so that the pain abated, but kept a hard grip on his balls. She smiled, gripping just a little bit harder again. Not to inflict pain this time, just to show him who was in control.
"Now take off your shirt." Lucas immediately complied, his face awash in despair and powerlessness as Jenny giggled once again. He removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor, revealing a hairless but well-toned chest. Jenny licked her lips, still holding onto him. "Now step out of your shoes. Remove your socks and take down your pants and underwear. Hurry up!" she admonished, her more domineering demeanor returning. Lucas did as he was told, disheartened, pulling down his pants and underwear dejectedly as she encouraged him to do so by giving his nuts a few strategic squeezes. She smiled as he winced, then finally stood before her completely naked, his genitals controlled by the tiny hand and fingers of his tormentor. She tugged down hard as soon as he had cast away his clothing.
"On your knees, NOW!" she barked at him, pulling until he had no choice but to submit, clumsily dropping to his knees. Jenny pushed her free hand against the back of Lucas' neck, pressing him down towards the floor. "Get your forehead on the floor. All the way down!" she spoke to him in a raised voice. "Spread your legs. That's it, boy!" Lucas pressed his forehead down near her foot, spreading his legs as far as he could. He felt foolish and considered tackling her, but all that he could think about was the pain.
Jenny kept one hand around his testicles as she reached into her backpack, pulling an object out. Lucas knew that she was reaching for something, but got a hard, quick squeeze when he turned around to look. Within a few seconds, he felt something being wrapped around his balls that had the feel of fishing line, small gauge wire or something similar. When Jenny finished, she pulled the string taut, holding it in her mouth as she freed both hands. "Keep your legs SPREAD!" She said, kicking them apart while smacking his crotch hard. Lucas winced and spread his legs wider. She continued to rummage through the backpack. After a few seconds, she grabbed and pulled on his right wrist. Lucas could hear the ratcheting of a shackle as she bound first his wrist, then attached the other end of the chain to his right ankle. She repeated the process with the left wrist and ankle, all the while tugging hard on the strong line binding his balls.
"You're trapped," she whispered in his ear. Lucas was naked and on his knees, wrists shackled to his ankles in such a way that he could not stand up. He squirmed as Jenny breathed into his ear, then reached into the backpack and pulled out a small, pink paper plate. Lucas frantically shook his head and escalated his struggles when he saw it.
"No!" he said. "No, no no NO!" He squirmed with fear and desperation, having recognized these same paper plates from local news stories. Jenny giggled, taking her time to taunt him by first waving the plate in his face, then placing it down under his kneeling body, directly beneath his stomach. She moved close, bumping him with her body a bit, flaunting her strength, biting his earlobe and whispering.
"Yes, boy." She kissed the side of his face, then reached down to cup his genitals. "You're going to go away now and leave a little piece of yourself behind." Lucas inhaled, about to scream for help, but Jenny anticipated this, shoving a ball gag into his face as he opened his mouth, tying it off tight behind his neck. Lucas kicked and squirmed, but was bound and chained tightly. Jenny slapped his balls hard, then squeezed them. "Stop it," she said sternly. "Relax, boy. Just relax." Lucas started to whimper a little bit as he stopped struggling. Jenny stroked his hair, using her shirt to wipe some of the sweat from his forehead.
She stroked his cock, slowly at first, making circles around the head. She applied some lotion to it that provided lubrication as well as a warming sensation and began to work, sculpting his manhood until it was fully erect, bending up. She adjusted his knees a little bit, pulling back hard so that his cock pointed directly at the paper plate. She pushed herself in close while she stroked him, bumping and jostling him with her hard body, showing dominance and control, admonishing him to be still if he showed signs of pushing back. She smiled and giggled as he started to gasp and grunt a little bit beneath the gag.
"So how does it feel to be brought down by a girl, my little slut?" She taunted him as she stroked, tracing her fingers over her balls, spreading the lubricant over his scrotum, his taint and his anus to engulf him in a pleasant sensation. "You could have just been a man and kicked me out." She giggled, cupping his balls, tickling them as she stroked a little harder. "But you're such a horny little boy that you couldn't help but to obey me, and now look at you!" She cooed as his cock responded, his eyes visibly glassing over. "It's over," she whispered. "You don't deserve to be free." Jenny then stopped momentarily as he struggled to breathe, returning to just running her finger around the head of his cock, spreading precum. Lucas jerked and started to thrust in frustration, prompting a sharp slap to the gonads. She started stroking again as soon as he settled down, sobbing and whimpering, shaking as she played and teased him.
"You know what you are?" She smiled, picking up the pace a little bit. "You're a loser." She whispered the last words, beginning to go a little faster, not quite fast enough to bring him off just yet. "You lost your dignity. You lost your manhood. Soon you will lose your freedom." She taunted him again, stopping, slowing down as he whimpered. "And you have lost all control." She leaned in to kiss his ear, then whispered as her hot breath danced across his skin. "Loser." She picked up the pace, tickling his balls as she pulled hard on his shaft. "Cum for me now, my weak, sorry little loser boy!"
Lucas climaxed hard, making loud noises through the gag as he shot out a thick rope of seed. Jenny controlled his spurt, making sure to aim every bit of it towards the paper plate, squeezing out every droplet so that not a single bit of his copious semen deposit leaked over onto the floor. "Oh my," she whispered. 'You had a lot. Loser boy must really enjoy being owned by a girl like me, huh?" She took the plate and placed it on the kitchen table, in the exact same spot that all the other plates had been found. Lucas was left a sobbing, shaking, sweaty mess, shaking his head and pulling in vain on the chains. Jenny came over and slapped him across the face hard as she unbuckled her belt, sliding her pants down to her ankles.
"You have a nice apartment, boy." She said. "Take a good look at it now because you will never see it again." She smiled, then turned around so that his face was just in line with the blue panties covering her ass. She held him by the hair, just a few inches away as she spoke.
"When a woman gets what she wants, she gets wet." Jenny said. "When she wins, she gives off pheromones of conquest that makes her defeated foe docile and compliant to her will." She grabbed a handful of Lucas' hair, forcing him into her ass, so that his eyes were covered by her cheeks and his nose was just a few millimeters from her labia. Her pungent secretions smeared across his face. 'SMELL me, boy!" She hissed. "This is what a conquering woman smells like. Smell my pussy and submit!"
