Clara groaned and opened her eyes. An invisible dagger stuck in her forehead, somebody had
stuffed a foul rag in her mouth and something like a thrash metal concert had to be going on in her
stomach region. The blurry vision slowly fixed itself until, relieved, she could tell that she was safe
and sound, at home, in her room and alone. She closed her eyes again.
What had happened yesterday? Oh yes, Vanessa 'happened'. Lots of confusion, lots of whine,
something of a massacre and afterwards - the city. Blurry images passed through Clara's mind.
Taking the bus to that loud and crowded place Vanessa had suggested. A tequilla shot. That cute guy
staring at her from a safe distance. "Hey can I buy you a drink?" "Sure!" Blackness.
Opening her eyes again Clara inspected her room. Her clothes and shoes were all over the floor. The
alarm clock said that is was five past eleven. A drunken text on her phone: "Wer r u? Im 2 drunk lol!
Ima take a taxi to my parents house. Call ya tomorrow <3 Vanessa"
Getting up was painfully slow. Clara's hands and legs were shaking and she almost threw up in the
hallway but after brushing her teeth and taking a very hot shower she was starting to feel a little
better. This would be hangover day, she decided. No cleaning, no gardening, period. Lea was still
sleeping, or pretending to do so, Clara didn't care much. There were some things to get in line
before.
In her bathrobe and slippers she went downstairs to make herself some breakfast, but first...the
living room was still a mess. 'Next time I'm drunk I should just clean everything up and forget I did
it', she thought and sighed at the sight of the mashed mouse people's bodies. So much for 'no
cleaning' today. Charlotte and the surviving twin cowered in a corner of the plastic container. They
looked up to Clara in sheer terror. Clara weighed the options. They'd been witness to the
monstrocities committed yesterday. They'd certainly fear Clara for the rest of their days. Kill them,
so they wouldn't be able to tell Lea?
On the other hand, Clara had saved poor red headed Charlotte twice yesterday; from the Doctor's
ways of "therapy" to Vanessa's playfull wrath. It wouldn't be right to just dispose of her now when
Clara wasn't even in the mood.
"Where is my sister?", the little blonde asked pathetically. Oh yeah. The other twin. Oops. "Look,
umm...", Clara began, "it was an accident, allright..." The little girl's red, swollen eyes widened and
her entire body started shaking uncontrollably. Clara had allready half a mind to just crush the
stupid thing. She was hungover, hungry and the theatre she would be having to put up in order to
keep Lea's friendship, if there was still something left of it, was allready dragging hard on the
strings of her nerves.
Clara decided to speed things up: "Look, I swallowed her, she's gone, allright? You live and die at
my pleasure, you do as I say. So right now I'm telling ya to stop crying or I make a fucking doormat
out of you, understood?"
The little thing stopped crying imediately. Her nose running and her body still shaking
uncontrollably, she looked Clara square in the eye. "Yes, Miss.", She squeaked. "Aaaallright.", Clara
sighed, "I'll get you a few tissues and you will clean up the box while I will clean the floor."
It was an extrordinarily disgusting job. The blood and body matter had dried and some of it had
slobbered in between the floor boards. The runner that Vanessa had stomped had sprayed all over
over the place. It didn't take long before Clara was fed up with it. Half past eleven. Sure Clara could
have a little fun before Breakfast.
She grabbed the blonde girl from the container and dropped her a few inches infront of her feet.
Before the little thing had time to react Clara's slipper was on top of her pushing her down. Lazily
Clara increased the pressure until the girls screams were muffled. Clara knew by now that not long
after that the first bones would start breaking. She had half a mind to go on, but she didn't want to
really hurt the girl, just dominate her a bit.
Clara's hand slit into her panties and lazily caressing herself while she stared out of the window. Yet
another beautiful day...oh...why did she drink so much yesterday? Such a waste of money and on
top the day after was like totally useless! A little flinch beneath her foot caught her attention. Air, oh
yes. She raised her foot to allow her toy a few breaths. As soon as the girl started begging,
"Please...!", Clara lowered her foot again. A bit more this time. After all, pleasure comes with slow
escalation, she thought and a soft moan escaped her lips.
She didn't need the stares of the cute boys at the bars and clubs. She had Jasper and as long as he
wasn't there to sate her libido these little worthless bugs would have to suffer at her pleasure. It all
seemed very right and in order. Mhh, if the little thing beneath her foot could take a little more
weight? Just a little more..."Oh!"...aaand...Clara shrieked in terror when the doorbell rang. Quickly
she took the coughing girl from under her foot and dumped her into the container.
She tied her bathrobe fast and went to open the door.
A late teen age girl was standing outside and smiled broadly when Clara opened the door. She was a
little over weight, had blonde hair almost touching her shoulders and wore a black short dress with
an enormous cleavage. Clara's first idea was that she'd like to see a mouse person being squashed
between those humongous tits. "Hello?", Clara asked after a few seconds of the girl just smiling at
her. Had this high school brat seen Clara through the window? Oh please not! And why hadn't Clara
seen her?
"Hi.", the girl began, chewing chewing gum, "I'm from ER4MH-Project aaand I'd like you to sign
our petition to extent human rights to Mus Hominae. You know, those cute mouse people that are
starting to show up more and more everywhere. We want to protect them from, you know all that
nasty stuff that people do to them, you know traps, poison and killin' them and stuff."
Without a hangover Clara would propably have bursted out laughing but in her current state she was
only capable of a tired smile. That girl had definetly come to the right house. "Umm", Clara began,
"Isn't it illegal to kill them, like, for pleasure, allready?" "Yeah", the girl said, "but thats like only
animal proection stuff, you know, aaand the way that they are and stuff, like so totally human we
feel that they deserve the same rights as us." "I'm not so sure...", Clara began but the girl interrupted
her: "Have you ever seen one of them for real?" "No...", Clara lied.
The girl reached in her black bag that she was carrying and seemed to look for something in it.
"Come here little guy, it's all for your best you know.", she muttered. After a short while the girl
withdrew her hand from the bag and held a little mouse man in her fleshy fist. "Look how human
they are.", they girl grinned. The poor little guy was scared to death. He looked around frantically
and tried to escape the giant beefy fingers that were holding him. When he noticed Clara he
screamed, "You have to help me! Please!", before his screams were muffled by the girl just
squeezing the air out of him.
"Well, that didn't look like you respected his rights.", Clara said raising an eyebrow. The girl smiled
apologetically: "Well, you know, we've been given these 'little helpers' by the church that we go
around for to get the petitions signed 'n stuff. And, well, let's just say mine is a little dull when it
comes to understanding we are doing this to protect him and his species. He allways talks about
how he wants to go home, like, where ever that is. haha."
It didn't sound very convincing. "You've been sentenced to public service with the church, right?",
Clara asked. The girl rolled her eyes: "Yap. So?" "And what you've been convicted for?", Clara
continued. The girl held up the man in her fist who was slowly turning blue before she released the
pressure on him. He was panting and gasped for air. "Smushed three of these, sombody saw me and
reported.", the girl said, utterly uncaring, "Stupid judge said that it was , like, 'very unlikely for me
to step on three little people with three consecutive steps and not noticing it.' Well, I guess you'll
never sign this stupid petition now, will ya? I have to get 30 by the end of the day so, um."
Not awaiting a response the girl turned around and walked away. Baffled, Clara closed the door and
observed the walking girl through the windows. After some ten or so meters the girl stopped and
looked back to the door. Clara ducked down in case she'd peek through the windows. When Clara
dared to get up again she saw the girl dangling the mouse man from before infront of her face,
yelling at him. Then she stuffed him into her cleavge, grabbed her tits and squeezed them together.
After a few squeezes she started laughing and only squeezed harder. With her right hand she
withdrew the man from between her enormous tits and set him down infront of her feet. Clara saw
the girls left hand going below her black skirt. The man was lying on the gravel evidently unable to
walk but waving one hand begging for mercy.
The girl looked down at him and seemed to enjoy his grovel for a while before she raised one of her
black sneakers and stomped the man into the drive way. She straightened her dress and continued
walking as if nothing ever happened.
Clara couldn't surpress a snicker. It seemed she really wasn't alone with her 'special' desires. Maybe
the bloody head shrinker was right after all? She went to the plastic container and looked down at
the girls that were scrapping the last body off of it's surface. Maybe it was their destiny to be
tortured and crushed, she thought. A rumble from her stomach that even caused Charlotte and the
blonde girl to look up reminded Clara of what she was doing before she got distracted. With a much
better mood she cleaned the rest of the bodies off the floor.
When the living room was OK again Clara cleaned Charlotte and the blonde girl in the kitchen sink.
"Hey blondie, whats your name?", Clara asked. The girl looked up. "Jeni-", she started to say before
Clara squeezed the air out of her in her fist. Clara repeated the sentence slowly and forcible: "Hey
Blondie, whats your name?" She continued to squeeze the girl for a few more seconds before she let
go. Coughing the little girl said: "Blondie, Miss. That's my name."
"That's right blondie.", Clara mused, "You'll be my little blonde bimbo. Would you like to be my
little blonde bimbo servant Blondie?"
The girl looked up to Clara again with a pleading expression in her eyes. Not recieving any merciful
reaction from Clara she said: "Yes Miss." "Would you like me to squeeze you again?", Clara asked.
The girl started weeping. "Yes miss.", she sobbed and Clara squeezed. Grinning she observed
Blondie struggling for air. The desperation in her eyes. Clara noticed that she wasn't the only one
enjoying the spectacle. Charlotte stood in the sink, though naked and shivering but still looking
transfixed at the struggling Blondie.
When Charlotte noticed Clara's gaze she looked to the ground imediately. Clara raised and eyebrow
and let the near unconscious Blondie dropp into the sink. Had Charlotte actually just enjoyed
watching Clara being mean? Clara decided that this was something she would have to invesitgate
later. Twelve o'clock, plenty of time to investigate.