Clara dried the little girls up with a dish towel. She took a moment to inspect Charlotte and Blondie
a little closer. Charlotte was a pale, beautiful girl with curled red hair and unlike Blondie she
actually looked well fed. Blondie was cute too, not such a stunning beauty as Charlotte but still a
sweet little thing. Her macerated body was dotted with bruises stemming no doubt from Clara's
abuses.
Clara spared no efforts for her hangover breakfast. She made some scrambled eggs with cheese and
a side of bacon, put some frozen croissants in the oven and made a big strawberry yoghurt shake.
She could see Charlotte rubbing her belly as the delicious smell filled the kitchen. The girl she had
lazily named Blondie didn't look like she was going to eat ever again, despite the fact that she
looked like she'd been underfed her whole life.
Clara sat down infront of the two mouse girls and they looked up to her face in fear. "Okay", she
began, "I'm going to get Lea, Charlotte, you saw her yesterday before Vanessa and I had a little fun
at your expense." Blondie was clearly offended by the gross understatement and gave Clara a
hatefull look. Charlotte's expression remained unreadable.
"I don't care what you think or feel.", Clara said briskly, "Important is only one thing: You tell Lea
something that upsets her and I'll have the fun of my life with you two before I steamroll you both
into the ground. Understood?" The two frightened girls nodded vigorously. Clara was serious, this
was no game of hers. One of these little brats tell Lea about yesterday evening she'd device the most
horrible, unthinkable torments for them before she'd trample them until they'd be nothing more than
a pink mist on the floor. What was to become of Lea then she wasn't quite sure of yet.
"So, Vanessa and I played some games with you yesterday.", Clara explained, "Jason escaped but
when we looked for him we found Blondie who quickly agreed to be my little servant. Didn't you
Blondie?" The girl shook with discontent but obediently said: "Yes Miss." "What kind of games, uh,
Miss?", Charlotte asked hesitantly. A mattering question, Clara found.
"Like, hide and seek, truth or dare.", Clara explained further, "Anything but grinding your pitiable
brothers and sisters to a pulp for entertainment. Should Lea ask questions you better come up with a
cover up, or...", she made a squelching sound with her tongue and the girls cringed in fear. "H-Her
bruises?", Charlotte fearfully asked, pointing at Blondie.
Wow, Clara thought, on which side was that little idiot? She'd just threatened to mush her but
Charlotte was still helping to cover holes in Clara's story.
Clara smiled viciously and towered above the tiny girls. "...Come up with something. Both of you.",
she said. "She fell!", Charlotte yelled after a short pause, "F-from the table! O-or she asked to be
punished." Blondie's head spun around. "Didn't you?!", the red head added, daring. Blondie
remained silent for a few seconds before she looked up to Clara and said: "Yes Miss.", her voice
loaded with helpless frustration.
Clara secretly applauded Charlotte's recognition of Blondies lower status. She'd unhasitatingly kill
Blondie at whim but Charlotte she'd give at least a second thought.
The red haired still looked over to Blondie who seemingly struggled for an answer. "You,
uh...accidently dropped me!", it came after a while. "Smushed between my toes or under my
buttocks, what would you rather be?", Clara asked smiling. She thought to see a triumphant look in
Charlotte's face for a moment and looked closer, giving Blondie time to save her life.
"I-I had them before. A punishment, b-by my tribe, f-for wanting to be your servant even before you
found me!", Blondie yelled quickly. Terror seemed to unleash genii in these little creatures.
"Wow.", Clara said, pretending admiration, "A second longer and I would have squashed you." The
hint of prowess in the blonde girl's face vanished immediately.
Of course Lea allready learned that Clara enjoyed her little killing games now and then but
yesterday evening had taken things to a whole new level and Clara didn't want for Lea to fear her
any more than the poor thing propably did allready.
"The eggs are getting cold and the croissants are almost done, I'm going to get Lea now.", Clara
said, stood up and went upstairs.
Upon seeing her little friend Clara's mood cheered up even more. Lea was awake and looked at
Clara as she entered the room. "Good morning sweetie.", Clara cooed, "Did you sleep well?" Lea
returned a quizzical look. "Did you have that much fun yesterday?", she asked. "Yeah.", Clara
cheered, "Vanessa and I hit the city soon after you went to bed and...yeah it was pretty awsome."
"Downstairs I mean.", Lea said annoyed, "With Jason and what was that poor red headed girls
name? I suppose one is a pile of goo stuck to the bottom of Vanessa's shoe and the other is a
flattened corpse in the living room?" "Nah.", Clara responded sarcasticly as if being offended, "We
stuck their heads in our assholes and farted them to death."
Lea looked shocked. "They're both alive!", Clara snorted, "Or at least Charlotte is. Jason I don't
know. We were playing hide and seek and he hid a little too well. But I found another one while
looking for Jason, one of your tribe, a girl. They're both downstairs. The new one is a bit strange
though, she begged me to let her be my servant because she's so 'amazed' with me. And she says her
name is 'Blondie', what a stupid name is that?"
Lea looked positively amazed, still a bit sceptical but refrained from asking any further questions.
"I'm hungry.", She said after a short pause. "Perfect!", Clara cheered, "Because I have breakfast
allredy on the table! I've got bacon and eggs and everything, you gonna love it!" Lea looked happy.
Before returning to the kitchen Clara took her little friend to the living room and put Lea back in her
clothes. They were a little torn from Vanessa's drunken carelessness yesterday but Lea looked happy
to have them back.
In the kitchen Clara gently set Lea infront of Charlotte and Blondie. The two girls hadn't dared to
move an inch away from where they were when Clara left the kitchen. "Charlotte, you know Lea
from yesterday.", Clara announced, "And Blondie, this is Lea. Bow before your betters." Blondie
obeyed immediately. Lea turned to Clara: "She doesn't look like she's enjoying herself."
Indeed. Not only was the blonde girl's body covered in bruises but she also looked like she had
cried through the night. And the expression on her face didn't help either. It was about to tear apart
the web of lies that Clara had been weaving. "Well...?", Lea inquired harshly.
Clara cursed herself in her mind. She should've wiped the floor with this little bitch. Just a crunch
beneath her foot and the current situation would have been avoided. Well, it wasn't too late to add
two screaming little girls to her breakfast - "I just miss my tribe!", Blondie blurted out, "Yesterday I
thought it would be really cool to be Clara's servant but...I really want to go home. I miss my mom
and dad. Could you help me off this table, Clara?"
Clara's mouth fell open. This bitch even had the audacity to smile! Challenging, Blondie looked up
to Clara, her eyes sparkling with hate and triumph. Clara raced through her options. She would
torture Blondie to death, that was out of question, but she had to make sure Lea wouldn't see. To
buy some time she smiled and said: "Well, that's very sad. We had such a great time together. Why
don't you at least have breakfast with us and I let you go after that, ok?"
Blondie was about to decline but Charlotte was quicker to open her mouth: "Yeah, look at all this
great food!", she took a deep breath through her nose and smiled mischeivously, "Don't you smell
that? It would be so sad if you wouldn't stay at least for a taste." "I don't even know you yet.", Lea
quickly followed, "Who are your parents, maybe I know them! I'm also from the house tribe, you
know. Sure you can stay for, like, a half an hour more?"
Clara had an idea. Regardless of what Blondie would do, she was dead. It was only a matter of
sooner or later. And Clara was getting hot again. She smiled down at Blondie, letting her know.
Blondie swallowed hard before she spoke: "I, uh, I'd really like to go home now! I don't think I like
your food, sorry Clara." Lea looked disappointed but Charlotte looked amused.
Clara's smile became only wider and she snatched Blondie from the table, squeezing the air out of
her to prevent her from talking. "Okay.", Clara said as she spun around and walked towards the hall
way, "I'll set you down where I found you. You guys allready start, okay? The food is getting cold!"
When she was in the hallway a beeping tone from the fridge told her that the crossaints in the oven
were ready. Bad timing, she thought, but pretended not to hear it. Hopefully the alarm would drown
out any noise she'd make while dealing with Blondie.
When she was in the living room Clara sat down on the sofa. She allowed Blondie to speak but the
girl was coughing and struggling for air too much. "You know, the smart thing would be to flatten
you, go back to kitchen and pretend I set you down and let you go.", Clara smiled sadistically, "But
I think I can come up with one more lie to explain why it took me so long."
Blondie found her words: "You fucking bitch! You monster! You...please don't kill me.", she broke
out in tears, "please, I...I'll be your servant, I'll do what ever you want but please don't kill meee!"
Clara's bathrobe was allready undone and without another word she slipped the begging girl into her
panties. She didn't bother playing around. The prospect of what was to come and Blondies begging
had allready worked Clara up and her little victim would get the full force right away. She violently
pressed the girl against her clit with her right and fingered herself with the left hand.
It was even better than yesterday. Clara laughed, drunk with power as she abused Blondie not only
without restraint but the determination to masturbate her to death. Clara pushed her own face into
the upholstery and screamed lustfully. She changed hands and shoved the little plaything inside
herself. Her love muscles tightened and it felt like Blondie almost tore in half.
Before Clara came she changed hands again and mashed the little girl's head into her clit. Her back
arched and her body roared up as she came. She screamed orgasmically into the living room before
she collapsed on the sofa. Panting, lying on her back she stared to the ceiling for a few minutes.
Blondie was done. Her skull was broken and her face pressed flat. Several other bones broken too
as it seemed. Bruised over and over and her nose was bleeding. Clara felt amazingly powerfull. She
had killed a little thing just with her lust.
She sat up and looked at the tiny broken form in her palm before she held out her hand and turned it
upside down, letting the dead Blondie fall to the floor.
She was flattened by the first step Clara took on her way back to the kitchen.