Chapter 18

Nena held onto the cold steel fence as hard as she could, her little hands clenched tightly around the cool, blue steel poles. Her fingers and knuckles going white from the strain of holding herself back from entering the dog pen. She continued to beg and plead with her father, "Please, Papa, please listen to me. I need your understanding," she sobbed, her heaving causing her heavy breasts to bob up and down on her chest. Her father looked at her with disgust, "Let go of the fence you cheap whore," he said. He pulled Nena forward roughly, his big laborer's hand clutching her upper arm in a vice like grip. His thick fingers gripping upper arm like a pair of pincers.

Nena lost her grip on the steel poles and cried out as her father swung her forward causing her to trip and fall forward on the dirt. Nena tried to scurry away like a little animal as her father approached nudging her with his foot, the hard boot digging into the softness of her tummy and the underside of her large swinging tits, insistently guiding her towards the doghouse in the middle of the yard. Nena cried and whimpered as her father nudged further forward, her firm body sweaty from the sun and covered with a fine sheen of dust from the dog yard.

The dog yard was a large area comprised of an L shape row of doghouses, small, square, wooden structures painted a myriad of colors, now old and faded by the hot Mexican sun. Bordering the longer part of the dog houses was a low cement trough from which the dogs ate. Water was given to the dogs on a daily basis from an old, dirty spring a few feet from the trough. An old, leaky hose snaked out of a pipe that stuck out of the dirty water which was only suitable for the animals, and too microbe ridden for human consumption. The spring itself was shallow and crisscrossed by broken branches and logs from the surrounding trees, a six- foot high chain link fence with only one entrance surrounded the entire dog yard.

As Nena was nudged closer to the pen area she began to notice the stench of the dogs, the heavy smell causing her to unconsciously crinkle her nose in disgust.

Her father reached down and roughly pulled her up from the ground causing her to cry out as the hard fingers dug into her arm. He dragged her forward roughly like a sack of laundry, her legs giving way from the relentless pace. "Hurry up you little animal," he said through clenched teeth. "Hurry up!"

Nena cried out, "Please papa, take me back to the house ... please papa, I need some clothes, pleeese Papa," tears welled up in her eyes, pooled, and ran down her cheeks leaving little trails in the dust covering her cheeks. Her father yanked her forward causing her to trip over herself. She whimpered in pain.