In the world, there are some mysteries that have no answers. Tanya always believed in fairy tales, even the childish ones. She did believe in leprechauns, in fairies, unicorns and all those. Even at the age of 19 years old, she liked to read stories like Cinderella or white-snow. Of course, when you come from a wealthy family, you have the luxury of spending much time believing in such tales. When her boyfriend asked her for a trip in the Caribbeans sea, she accepted immediately, and even offered to pay for the trip. Being rich didn't mean to be spoiled, in her case. To add to her perfection, Tanya had a more than desirable body. She measured about 5'4, had blond hairs, and brown eyes. She did workout about 3 to 4 times a week, wich meant that she was in shape, and made her C Cup breasts firm, and round. She was everything a boy could have asked. Kind, rich, beautiful.
Right now, Tanya was flat on her back, on a beautiful exotic island. The sand under her and the proximity of an endless sea indicated that she was on a beach. The untouched state of the natural wildlife did seem to indicate that it was still untouched by the civilization as we know it. The top part of her bikini was removed, wich might have indicated that she was tanning herself, if it wasn't from the fact that it was being taken away by men that were a little bigger than ants. It was now out of reach, and Tanya couldn't even try to get it back, since there were about a thousand of ropes holding her body on the beach. What she felt right now was exposed, and vulnerable. Right now, she was blushing. Not because of the sun, but because she didn't like to show these intimate parts to anyone but her boyfriends. She did like nude sunbathing, but only in private. Not in the presence of a whole tribe of tiny men (and women).
There were also two emotions conflicting inside of her. She felt nervous, and a little joyful. She was a little happy because to her, it was a confirmation that fairy tales did exist. She was nervous, though, because she couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen to her. It was clear, by now, that she wasn't the one in control. The tribe undressed her even though she asked them not to. She was at least relieved that they were trying to remove the bottom part anymore. They seem to be very curious about her. There wasn't a single centimeter of her exposed body that they didn't explore. There were people all over her body. Her feet, her legs, her flat stomach, her breasts, her neck, her head (some people even took a quick view of her mouth, and her nostrils). She was captive. There was little she could do to stop them, wich is why she agreed to open her mouth when some about 5 people tried to put her lips aside. She was grateful they didn't actualy enter her mouth, but took plenty of time to look inside it from every angle.
Was she going to be enslaved by people the size of her feet? Was she going to be a member of the tribe? Or saved by a rescue boat? Would the tiny people get bored of her, and leave her on the beach? She had no idea. But right now, the enslavement, as unlikely as it is, seemed the most likely solution. The fact that they speaked english but didn't listen to her begs seemed to indicate that.
After about 5 minutes since she opened her mouth, a tiny man dressed like royalty climber on her stomach, then on her breast, and looked at Tanya in the eyes. "We have decided what we'll do with you. You will..."
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Writer note: I like the slave option, since it's a good revenge for all the tiny people abused on writing.com. We just need to find a way to keep her from escaping
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