Rescued

"Who are you, why are you nude, and why are you breaking into Miss Lewison's house?" asked Mr. Rollins.

"It's me, Mr. Rollins! It's Dafne!" She tried to look over her shoulder but could not see Mr. Rollins, and she assumed all he could see was her huge ass pointing straight at him.

"Yeah, right. She's like half your size. What are you, a spurned lesbian lover? She swings that way?"

"No, it's really me!" Dafne could barely hear over the alarm. She then felt a sharp pain on her ass like Mr. Rollins had broken off a branch and was using it as a switch to whip her ass. "Ow! Stop, Mr. Rollins!"

"I don't know how you know my name, and I don't care!" he swatted her ass again.

"Ow! Stop!"

The Fairy Godmother appeared in front of Dafne and danced around in front of her in a mocking way.

"Let me loose!" cried Dafne.

"As you wish," said the Fairy Godmother. She waved her wand.

Dafne felt another sharp crack on her ass then she fell backwards onto the ground, and the window slammed shut. She got up and turned around to see Mr. Rollins. The Fairy Godmother was hovering over his head.

"Dafne?" he asked.

"YES!"

"My god! What happened? Allergic reaction? I'm sorry."

"No, it was her!" Dafne pointed to the Fairy Godmother.

Mr. Rollins looked up but could not see anything.

"You're the only one that can see and hear me," said the Fairy Godmother in a sing-song voice. She then tapped Mr. Rollins on the head with her wand.

Mr. Rollins looked Dafne up and down then broke out laughing. "Oh my god! You're a flat-chested fat-assed pear!"

"It's not funny!"

"Oh no, it is!" said the man as he laughed. "How much soap and water does it take to wash that acreage back there!"

"Stop it!"

Dafne then remembered the alarm was still going off, so she ran to the back to see if the alarm company was still calling. She picked up her phone and saw a message No Answer. Police have been dispatched.

"Oh fuck!"