Busted by Rouge!
Your Life.....Smaller 2
chapter 8
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tinylelouch
Exploring further into Ingrid scared you, no telling how far was too far in this cavern; and the farther you would've gone, the louder you would've gotten. To the point it might've blown your cover anyway, better to lie and wait. But for reassurance you did secure yourself behind some cartilage. Between these two Goth's you would rather be in Ingrid's boot every day for the rest of your life rather than spend a single day with Rouge; that was how terrible she was. From your hiding spot you could see Rouge's shadow in the distance...man you wished that was all that was there. But of course; the one who owned the shadow stood before your daughter, talking happily.
"So...hows ol tiny doing? My toe's just haven't felt the same since they held him last time." Rouge let out a hearty laugh with her seductively deep voice. God just hearing it seemed arousing...but all Rouge's beauty amounted to absolutely NO soul. The woman was a walking demon.
Ingrid's insides cringed at the way Rouge was talking, she admired Rouge a lot. She could stand up to any man, make them drop with just a look. She could have any man she wants, she was beyond beautiful and brought gothic beauty to untold levels. She was almost a goddess of a role model, and at the same time Ingrid was disgusted by her. Disgusted by her treatment of you; aside from that she seemed like a good person. And yet at the same time someone Ingrid would never want to cross...it was hard to explain.
"Dad? He's been well thank you. He's been busy with me and Morgan a lot though; Mom seems happy regardless."
Rouge's eyes lit up a bit, not that you could tell, call it a disturbance in the Force..."Oh? Busy you say? Do explain."
"Well..." This was not the time for spilling her guts! Not with you in her ear! She knew this and could feel you perking up; this was a Dad's chance here. "Well...I've become Goth recently as you know. And he just worries about me, it's kind of...irritating and bothers me but I'll be fine. And Morgan just does nothing but torture him, not even a week ago she tossed him in her shoe for days!" Ingrid felt relieved; a satisfactory answer without giving her Dad too much either...
Rouge laughed a little bit, "Ah...classic Morgan. But Ingrid..." Her hands grabbed the young girl, "If you're Dad bothers you, just let Auntie Rouge know okay? I have ways of making him see how he was wrong. Or if you want, just toss him in your sock or boot for a while. Feels great, soaks up some sweat, and he learns a lesson. Three birds with one stone."
Ingrid let out a nervous laugh; "Okay, I'll keep that in mind...I'm sorry Rouge but I really have to go. I promised Mom I'd be home in time to help with dinner an-" Ingrid was in the midst of trying to walk away, but Rouge's hand found her shoulder quicker than you can believe. "Nice try dearie, but you need to work on your lying a bit more. Now get Daddy out of your ear so I can see him please."
SHIT Rouge knew you were there! Damn she was smart and observant, why did the evil have to be so talented!? Ingrid was clearly wondering the same thing as a finger came to her ear; reluctantly you hopped down. And found yourself in a never ending plain of Ingrid's hand and it's wrinkles, beyond were the five pillars of her fingers, and even further past that were the two God-like beings of Ingrid and Rouge; each so big that above their chest they seemed fuzzy at the edges. Hell you could hardly SEE Rouge's face past her enormous breasts, but you did see her demented smirk and boy did it scare you.
She knelt over so her face was at Ingrid's palm; normal people would have to squint to see you, but another of Rouge's unreal talents was her eyesight; she seemed to instinctively know where you were at all times (Which may be how she found you actually...) and also possessed the ability to see you clearly without even trying. Of all people it just had to be her...
"Heh, hey there tiny. Remember your Mistress?" Your nervous backing away was all the answer she needed, or wanted for the matter. Rouge's eyes batted to Ingrid who, looked as if she would faint. "Relax dearie; and don't try anything, at his size your Dad might not make it; plus while I may be a bit rough; I won't hurt him. I just want him to understand you a bit better...I mean well, honest."
Ingrid sounded unsure; "I...guess you would know...Aunt December says nothing but good stuff about you."
" BUT DAD SAYS NOTHING BUT BAD!!!!!!" You shouted to the heavens, to no avail.
Somehow you didn't buy it; but it looked like Ingrid just might have. She was definitely hesistant at the least, not good. Rouge seemed to sense she was weak; "Trust me dearie; I know what's best. By the end of this you'll be closer to your Dad than ever; I promise."
Rouge smirked, "Now, I know this will be rough to do but I want you to....
"So...hows ol tiny doing? My toe's just haven't felt the same since they held him last time." Rouge let out a hearty laugh with her seductively deep voice. God just hearing it seemed arousing...but all Rouge's beauty amounted to absolutely NO soul. The woman was a walking demon.
Ingrid's insides cringed at the way Rouge was talking, she admired Rouge a lot. She could stand up to any man, make them drop with just a look. She could have any man she wants, she was beyond beautiful and brought gothic beauty to untold levels. She was almost a goddess of a role model, and at the same time Ingrid was disgusted by her. Disgusted by her treatment of you; aside from that she seemed like a good person. And yet at the same time someone Ingrid would never want to cross...it was hard to explain.
"Dad? He's been well thank you. He's been busy with me and Morgan a lot though; Mom seems happy regardless."
Rouge's eyes lit up a bit, not that you could tell, call it a disturbance in the Force..."Oh? Busy you say? Do explain."
"Well..." This was not the time for spilling her guts! Not with you in her ear! She knew this and could feel you perking up; this was a Dad's chance here. "Well...I've become Goth recently as you know. And he just worries about me, it's kind of...irritating and bothers me but I'll be fine. And Morgan just does nothing but torture him, not even a week ago she tossed him in her shoe for days!" Ingrid felt relieved; a satisfactory answer without giving her Dad too much either...
Rouge laughed a little bit, "Ah...classic Morgan. But Ingrid..." Her hands grabbed the young girl, "If you're Dad bothers you, just let Auntie Rouge know okay? I have ways of making him see how he was wrong. Or if you want, just toss him in your sock or boot for a while. Feels great, soaks up some sweat, and he learns a lesson. Three birds with one stone."
Ingrid let out a nervous laugh; "Okay, I'll keep that in mind...I'm sorry Rouge but I really have to go. I promised Mom I'd be home in time to help with dinner an-" Ingrid was in the midst of trying to walk away, but Rouge's hand found her shoulder quicker than you can believe. "Nice try dearie, but you need to work on your lying a bit more. Now get Daddy out of your ear so I can see him please."
SHIT Rouge knew you were there! Damn she was smart and observant, why did the evil have to be so talented!? Ingrid was clearly wondering the same thing as a finger came to her ear; reluctantly you hopped down. And found yourself in a never ending plain of Ingrid's hand and it's wrinkles, beyond were the five pillars of her fingers, and even further past that were the two God-like beings of Ingrid and Rouge; each so big that above their chest they seemed fuzzy at the edges. Hell you could hardly SEE Rouge's face past her enormous breasts, but you did see her demented smirk and boy did it scare you.
She knelt over so her face was at Ingrid's palm; normal people would have to squint to see you, but another of Rouge's unreal talents was her eyesight; she seemed to instinctively know where you were at all times (Which may be how she found you actually...) and also possessed the ability to see you clearly without even trying. Of all people it just had to be her...
"Heh, hey there tiny. Remember your Mistress?" Your nervous backing away was all the answer she needed, or wanted for the matter. Rouge's eyes batted to Ingrid who, looked as if she would faint. "Relax dearie; and don't try anything, at his size your Dad might not make it; plus while I may be a bit rough; I won't hurt him. I just want him to understand you a bit better...I mean well, honest."
Ingrid sounded unsure; "I...guess you would know...Aunt December says nothing but good stuff about you."
" BUT DAD SAYS NOTHING BUT BAD!!!!!!" You shouted to the heavens, to no avail.
Somehow you didn't buy it; but it looked like Ingrid just might have. She was definitely hesistant at the least, not good. Rouge seemed to sense she was weak; "Trust me dearie; I know what's best. By the end of this you'll be closer to your Dad than ever; I promise."
Rouge smirked, "Now, I know this will be rough to do but I want you to....
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