Start asking him where you are!
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
"You speak English?!" you manage to grunt out past his tight grip, "Why the hell didn't you say so earlier?! Where the fuck am I--"
"Answer my question!!!" he roars into your face and you're instantly reminded of where you are and how precarious your position is. "What did you just say about my daughter!?!"
"Look," you begin as you push with all of your might against the closest of his fingers wrapped around your waist, "I don't know how I got here, alright! And I'm more than happy to go home if you'll just give me a... uh... hand." You feel slightly silly about asking for a hand while simultaneously trying to loosen the grip of his hand. "Believe me, the last thing I want is to be the property of some 'Wetback,'" you mutter.
The moment the words leave your mouth you realize that you've just made an awful mistake. Maybe it was the alcohol last night, or the stress of your current predicament; either way, you've never used the term before and as you lock eyes on 'Papa' you realize you've chosen a pretty fucking awful time to start.
You're last desperate hope is that the slur won't translate for him; but as his face reddens further you realize that you're pretty much screwed.
In one violent motion you are thrown to the floor and watch as the man you've just enraged lifts his enormous boot, ready you to obliterate your stupid, American ass. Just as he's about to bring the boot down upon you; a pair of soft hands suddenly envelopes you. Rosa! You'd actually forgotten she was even in the room! Your stomach hits your knees as she whisks you off the floor and you find yourself back between her massive tits as she clutches you to her chest!
"No, Papa No!" you hear her scream.
The next few minutes are extremely tense for you as Rosa and her father yell at each other in very fast spoken Spanish. With a shudder, you realize that your life hangs on Rosa's resolve to keep you as a pet. Given the choice between that and death; you decide that being a ‘zambullidor del gatito' can't be bad, no matter what it is.
Finally, you can hear her father's tone change as he begins to give in. He stops yelling for a moment and just glares at her; then at you. Then he addresses her again. You don't understand what he says, but his body language makes it pretty clear that Rosa can keep me; but I should hope that he never lays eyes on me again.
And with that, he turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him.
Rose continues to clutch you for a few minutes as she calms down from the confrontation, but finally she raises you to her face. Her dark eyes scour ever inch of your tiny body.
"Esta bien?" she asks tenderly.
"Yeah," you respond, more to her tone than the actual words, "I'm fine." You're a little sore from the fall, and slightly shaken at the recent possibility of instant death; but you're otherwise alright.
Her face instantly lights up with a big smile and you have to admit to yourself; she's really quite beautiful. But you shake that thought away. You're a long way from home and you're now in hostile territory; better start thinking of a way home.
These thoughts are interrupted as Rosa stands up and starts moving. Seems she's going...
"Answer my question!!!" he roars into your face and you're instantly reminded of where you are and how precarious your position is. "What did you just say about my daughter!?!"
"Look," you begin as you push with all of your might against the closest of his fingers wrapped around your waist, "I don't know how I got here, alright! And I'm more than happy to go home if you'll just give me a... uh... hand." You feel slightly silly about asking for a hand while simultaneously trying to loosen the grip of his hand. "Believe me, the last thing I want is to be the property of some 'Wetback,'" you mutter.
The moment the words leave your mouth you realize that you've just made an awful mistake. Maybe it was the alcohol last night, or the stress of your current predicament; either way, you've never used the term before and as you lock eyes on 'Papa' you realize you've chosen a pretty fucking awful time to start.
You're last desperate hope is that the slur won't translate for him; but as his face reddens further you realize that you're pretty much screwed.
In one violent motion you are thrown to the floor and watch as the man you've just enraged lifts his enormous boot, ready you to obliterate your stupid, American ass. Just as he's about to bring the boot down upon you; a pair of soft hands suddenly envelopes you. Rosa! You'd actually forgotten she was even in the room! Your stomach hits your knees as she whisks you off the floor and you find yourself back between her massive tits as she clutches you to her chest!
"No, Papa No!" you hear her scream.
The next few minutes are extremely tense for you as Rosa and her father yell at each other in very fast spoken Spanish. With a shudder, you realize that your life hangs on Rosa's resolve to keep you as a pet. Given the choice between that and death; you decide that being a ‘zambullidor del gatito' can't be bad, no matter what it is.
Finally, you can hear her father's tone change as he begins to give in. He stops yelling for a moment and just glares at her; then at you. Then he addresses her again. You don't understand what he says, but his body language makes it pretty clear that Rosa can keep me; but I should hope that he never lays eyes on me again.
And with that, he turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him.
Rose continues to clutch you for a few minutes as she calms down from the confrontation, but finally she raises you to her face. Her dark eyes scour ever inch of your tiny body.
"Esta bien?" she asks tenderly.
"Yeah," you respond, more to her tone than the actual words, "I'm fine." You're a little sore from the fall, and slightly shaken at the recent possibility of instant death; but you're otherwise alright.
Her face instantly lights up with a big smile and you have to admit to yourself; she's really quite beautiful. But you shake that thought away. You're a long way from home and you're now in hostile territory; better start thinking of a way home.
These thoughts are interrupted as Rosa stands up and starts moving. Seems she's going...
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