"What the hell is wrong with you?", Lea was furious. Her eyes where sparkling with anger as she
hatefully stared up at Clara. After Iri just couldn't gag or cough anymore the little girl rolled on her
side and curled up into a ball.
"Right of the strongest.", Clara said with a smile, "Also, she agreed to being my little play thing. I
do with her as I please." "My brother was right, you are an ogre!", Lea spat. Clara leaned over the
tiny girl, smiling: "You know that's the rules they live by. They want to live by them. I'll let'em have
it."
"I thought you'd be better than that.", Lea said shaking her head. "I thought so too.", Clara agreed,
"But see, it's fun being mean for once. I've allways been the little decorous girl. Now I get to feel
what it's like to be the big bad one. And believe it or not, it's awsome!"
Lea boggled. But the look on her face became a little curious. "Secretly you wish you were me,
don't you.", Clara whispered. Lea looked to the side. "You noticed I'm even little amongst my own
puny little people.", Lea said sorrowful, "I'm allways getting pushed around. In the clashes with the
flower beds people we little girls where allways on the shorter end. A drag to our side and a
welcome prize to play with for the other."
Lea looked up at Clara who smiled. "I'm not going to push you around as long as you don't stand in
my way.", Clara said. "It's hard to stand.", Lea replied, "Seeing you toy with a little helpless thing
like that. Makes me feel so helpless too."
"I'm going to have my fun whether you like it or not, sorry.", Clara said seriously, "I don't know,
perhaps this is just a short phase. Maybe I'll get bored of it eventually. But I will try stuff out and
play until then. I really like you and I don't want to hurt you. If you want to live you'll have to stay
with me, they are not going to let you back into their world. But if you stay you must not stand in
my way either, allright?"
Lea lowered her head and nodded. "Why me?", Lea wanted to know, "What's so special about me?"
Clara looked at her from above. "You and I seem to be more alike than you might think. And...I
don't know, I just like you I guess. You are so sweet. I swear I'd kiss you right know if you wheren't
smelling like poo.", She laughed, "Let's get you clean and then eat."
Clara got rid of her T-shirt and bra aswell. She felt like being naked. Naked and powerfull. She had
overcome her own moral doubts and she'd just gotten rid of Lea bugging her about it. It was time to
be free.
She didn't take Lea's clothes with her when she went upstairs to clean the girls.
Clara put Lea and Iri into the bath tub. It was a shower-bath tub in one. She turned the handle to
warm again and let the water rain on her little dolls.
The force of the falling water was tough on the mouse girls. They ducked under the pressure and
had trouble not to be washed away. Clara stepped over them.
The warm water ran down her body and the little girls seeked shelter beneath her. She looked at
them from above. Two tiny trembling things between her feet. She smiled.
Iri was still holding her broken rib. Clara reached down and took Lea. She put some shampoo on
her and cleaned the little girl entirely. Clara was as gentle with her as she could. When she put Lea
back down she took Iri.
She used her other hand to spread her butt cheeks again and pushed the little wet girl inside. It was
much easier when they where wet. Lea looked helpless as Clara thrust tiny Iri in and out of her
anus. Clara didn't know if doing anal was like this but she sure enjoyed it. Little Iri would die in a
horrible way.
Clara pushed her little toy harder and deeper. She gave Iri a single push until only the feet where
sticking out of her rear end. Clara clenched her butt cheeks together and she could feel the little girl
squirm. She snatched Iri by the left foot, pulled her out and held her dangling infront of her face.
Iri was limp and looked horrible but she was still alive. "You should consider diying so I can't do
these things to you no more.", Clara grinned. She put Iri back down by her feet right next to Lea.
She put her right foot on her and began to roll the little body under her foot. Clearly disgusted Lea
obsorved the spectacle but said nothing.
Clara started to squeeze Iri's helpless form between her toes. The girl was only wimpering in pain.
She nodged and pushed her with her big toe, picked her up with her feet and let her drop before she
rolled the girl under her feet again. When Clara was done Iri looked like she'd been run over by a
truck. One arm was twisted in a seriously odd angle and a little blood was running from her mouth.
"Aww, I think I've broken her.", Clara mused and flattened the broken arm beneath her heel. "She's
still alive!", Lea said with a howling voice. "Yeah", Clara said, "It's amazing how tough she is. But I
fear she's not going to recover from this." And she raised her foot and brought it above Iri.
She did it slowly, increasing the pressure as gradually as she could. She even turned off the water to
hear it. First her big toe flattened the torso of the little girl. Even then Iri was still alive, shaking up
and down, coughing up blood. Then Clara flattened her entire form at once. The gooey remains
stuck half to the tub and half to Clara's sole.
Lea vomitted right into the bath tub when Iri's crushed remains where torn of Clara's sole slowly as
she raised her foot.
"Wow, that was evil.", Clara admitted.
She stepped out of the tub and scrubbed Iri's body from the tub with toilett paper. She dumped in all
into the toilett and fluhsed it away. Lea was sitting at the bottom of the tub, crying and muttering
things. Clara new she had overdone it a bit.
"I tried to save her!", Lea cried out in tears, "Twice! And every time it's gotten worse!" She fell over
to the side and screamed.
Clara thought about it as she dried herself off. It had gone too far. When she thought about what the
little girl must have endured during the torment she shivered but when she remembered herself
inflicting those things upon her she almost felt sick.
There was the line and she had overstepped it. All of the sudden, she didn't feel like killing
anymore. She felt deep remorse for the four she'd tormented to death. She did feel sick.
Lea stopped screaming when she heard Clara regurgitate into the toilett. "Are...are you allright?",
Lea's soft concerned voice echoed from the tiled walls.
Clara groaned in response. "What's wrong with me?", Clara asked, "Why do I keep doing these
things?"
After a long silence Lea spoke again: "It's nice you seem to think like a person again. Hey, I don't
mean to interrupt your well deserved hatred for your own guts but, uh, could you get me out of here
I'm freazing."
"Of course.", Clara said absent-minded, picked Lea up with the towel and dried her off. "I feel
horrible.", Clara whispered and lowered her head indignantly after she had put Lea down to the
floor.
"You can't undo what you did.", Lea tried to sound calm and rational, "It's good that you feel sorry
for it. That's the first step. Now you must only never do it again and you're good." Clara looked at
her thinking.
"But", Lea added in a reproaching tone, "we've been here before, remember?"
Indeed. Clara hat basically flip flopped between horny sadism and depressive self pity ever since
yesterday night.
Lea went on: "It's like you are bipolar or schizophrenic or something. Really, you are completely
exchanged, like a differend person."
Clara grabbed Iri and jumped to her feet. "Hey what are you doing?", Lea asked confused. Clara ran
downstairs, put the tiny girl on the table and put some noodles and sauce on a plate. "Here, eat.",
she said, "I'll be back soon." She dressed up quickly and reached for pen and paper from the
cupboard.
"Hey vanessa, be right back, urgent business, sorry.", Clara scribbled on it, "Back door is open help
yourself to some noodles. Clara"
She pinned the note to the door as she slammed it shut.
Doctor Hart was only 3 minutes away from her Home. Clara didn't know if she'd get an
appointment with the psychologist right away but she was going to give it a try. If she was mad,
she'd rather know and recieve treatment. The sooner the better.
"Hi, my name Is Clara Stone.", she said hastily approaching the receptionist, "I need to see the
doctor, I think I'm going crazy or something."
"Well...", the receptionist calmly looked at her computer screen as if she was doing something else
simultaneously, "You need to see a general medical practitioner first and he has to refer you to us.
Also, consultation hours are over. It's friday, the doctor only recives patients until noon." She turned
her head to look at a big elegant clock on the wall. It was ten past twelve. "It is after noon.", the
receptionist added with a satisfied smirk.
Just when Clara wanted to say something a calm, deep, fatherly voice filled the room: "Hello,
young lady. You've come to see me I hear?"
A tall, wide shouldered man was standing in the door frame. The doctor's short grey hair was almost
touching it. He had beetling eyebrows, a massive chin and deep dark eyes.
"Yes Sir.", Clara said awkwardly, "I want to talk to you about something."
He made a step towards her and offered his massive hand. Clara's little hand vanished completely in
his paw. "Follow me.", he said friendly and under the receptionist's disapproving looks he led her
into his consultation room.