Clara sat down in one of the chairs that stood around and put Charlotte down infront of her feet. She
nudged the tiny girl to the ground and rested her right foot on her. Charlotte was whimpering and
trying to crawl free. Clara let her. „Get naked.“, Clara commanded, „Don't wanna tear your new
clothes.“
Sobbing, Charlotte complied. Clara marvelled at how tiny and frail the little girl looked next to her
massive, towering boot. Charlotte longingly looked towards the garden. Clara guessed that she
knew there was no where to run. If Clara wouldn't catch her, the flower-bed's people would.
„Please don't crush me.“, Charlotte pleaded softly, „Can't you find someone else to...“ She
swallowed hard and fearfully glimpsed at Clara's boots. „Mash?“, Clara finished the sentence for
her with a smile. It was nice to be toying with a life again. Clara felt more in control.
Charlotte started shivering. „Awww“, Clara cooed, „don't act like that. You brought this on your self
my little darling.“ „How?“, Charlotte said despaired. „You've put me in this situation.“, Clara
explained as if she was talking to a little kid, „See, I cannot touch the house tribes people and I
cannot touch the flower-bed-tribes people but I really, really wanna squash something beneath my
boots.“ She winked playfully from above.
„You said you'd let me live...“, Charlotte sobbed. „I've changed my mind.“, Clara laughed, „You're
gonna be mush soon enough.“ „Please don't, I'll...I'll do anything!“, the little girl begged and started
to look around frantically. To Clara's surprise she ran over to the foot that had pressed her against
the ground just moments ago and started desperately to kiss it.
She ran her tiny tongue over the leather and glimpsed up at Clara's face looking for aproval. Clara
smirked pityfully: „You think that will keep me from squashing you?“ She nudged the tiny girl to
the ground and raised her heel above the little girls head. Slowly she lowered her foot.
When Charlotte tried to crawl away Clara held her in place with her hand. Carefully she pinned her
tiny plaything's head under her heel. „Stop squirming.“, Clara laughed. It was so exciting to feel the
tiny head just moments away from popping like a grape. Something in Clara really wanted to see
what that massive wooden plattform heel would do to it if she'd tread down.
Clara had a hard time both not to accidently or intently crush the little thing. A teeny weeny bit too
much and with a 'crack' Charlotte would be useless. She'd propably die slowly from the injuries if
Clara didn't squash the rest of her before finishing with the head so not to 'waste' her tiny toy. But
she just had to find out if Charlotte could take a little more.
Clara opened the button of her shorts and slid a hand in her panties. Caressing herself between the
legs she marvelled at the sight of Charlotte's miniscule body next to her massive foot for a while.
Charlotte was squirming, puling and beating the platform heel that threatened to mash her skull.
Clara's excitement met a new high when she carefully increased the pressure. „No, Clara please!
That's enough! Please!“, Charlotte begged. Clara felt pity for her little doll but the sensation of the
moment was just too big. 'Just a little more', Clara thought. It was really difficult to control the
ammount of force she applied through her massive boots but it made the entire thing only more
exciting.
Clara was certain that Charlotte's breaking point was imminent. But she really wanted to...'no', she
decided and lifted her heel. Charlotte curled up to a ball and cried bitterly. Even with all she'd seen
and all she'd propably been through this was her most close-to-death experience ever, Clara
guessed. And it'd been damn close.
The relationship with this little mouse-thing had started off much better than with the last one Clara
thought. Put in it's place right from the beginning, with an understanding of how worthless it was.
Still Clara was somehow compelled to keep it alive. And it was cool. Charlotte wouldn't dare to
become anything of an annoyance to Clara if she wanted to keep breathing.
The more she thought about it, the less she felt compelled for Lea though. Charlotte was right, she'd
spoiled the little thing with her earlier moral nonsense. Vanessa had been right all along too. Clara
would teach Lea a lesson and show her who was in charge. But for that Lea would first have to be
saved.
Clara decided to give poor Charlotte some rest time. So to speak. She snatched the poor thing up,
shoved it's naked form in her panties and slowly caressed herself with it. She bit her lip as she
thought about how beautiful and intelligent little Charlotte was yet she could use her as a toy or end
her life whenever she desired.
A sudden breeze blew up some leaves on the patio. Clara welcomed the chilling sensation it brought
her. But it also brought her something else. The wind carried voices to her ear, soft, far away and
hard to comprehend: „I don't know if it's a good time. She's acting weird.“
That was all, but Clara could count two and two together. She left Charlotte in her panties and
closed the button on her shorts. „I can hear you.“, she said loudly, „Come out, tell me what you
want from me and return my friend, unharmed.“ She had to wait for another breeze to hear
something: „Speak softer ye dimwit, what are we going to do now?“
Clara sighed before she spoke again: „Come out here allready, I can't harm you -“ 'So long as you
have the little girl.', she wanted to finish but realized it would be unwise to tell them that. She
pricked up her ears, stood up and went closer to the collection of flowerpots behind the chair she
had sat on.
„What?! No, I'm not going out there! Didn't you see what she did to Yorick?“, a young petrified
male voice said somewhere. „You little squirming bugger. If the high chieftain wasn't your father I'd
strangle you with your own guts!“, an older, deeper voice responded angrily, „Get out there, Erik,
now!“
„No, you can't make me!“, the younger voice quivered. Clara grinned. „Erik.“, she cheered
teasingly from above, „Come out, come out, come out. Don't be afraid, little Erik.“ „What've you
done, you idiot! You've exposed us. Ohhh, we're so dead!“, Erik's whiny voice came through.
Clara had roughly located the area where the voices came from and started to randomly clear things
out of the way. Behind one of the flowerpots she found them. Again she was confronted with two
men of the flower-beds-tribe. Briefly she recalled how the last couple had ended, one crushed to
death and the other mangled and traumatised.
One of the two men was the warrior type she had also seen before. Big male specimen, fierce look
in his eyes, propably middle aged, black hair, sporting a beard and what looked like a tiny piece of
wood strapped to his side as a weapon. The other was much younger, looking like he'd just reached
manhood and seemed reasonably terrorized by the fact that his cover had just been effortlessly lifted
by a mischievous giantess, about more than 30 times his size.
He had blonde hair and a slender build and looked like a soft sided guy. Both men only wore
trowsers, making the difference in their physique much more striking. „Umm...Hello?“, Clara
laughed, crouching down to get closer to them. Erik looked like he was about to wet his pants. The
warrior looked at Erik then at Clara and frowned. „This was a shit idea.“, he muttered. „Hey,
Giantess.“, he called out more loudly, „Pull any shit on us and our people will whack your little slut,
got it?“
„Pfff, duh.“, Clara said rolling her eyes, „Why do you think I am waiting around here on the patio
when I could do much more fun things like...crushing the life out of you, huh?“ He swallowed hard
and shot a glimpse at Erik. „Damnit, man up boy. Tell her what the Chieftain said.“, he shoved the
smaller guy forward.
Little Erik's knees were shaking and he didn't manage to utter a single word. He just stared up to
Clara's face in terror. „Well, I think I can agree to these terms.“, Clara joked. She playfully settled
her right foot a bit closer to them. The warrior backed off a little and drew his cudgel: „Stay where
the fuck you are, giant!“ Clara sighed: „Well if he can't talk, why don't you tell me about them
terms, huh?“
The warrior muttered a curse. „I can't!“, he said angrily, „Erik here, chieftain's son, knows the
terms. He is to be the official 'somehting something' between you and us.“ Clara laughed:
„Embassador?“ The warrior nodded, shrugging his shoulders. All eyes were on Erik. „Man the fuck
up you sniveling bastard!“, the warrior yelled at him from behind.
Erik didn't say a word. Clara rested her hands on her knees and started to impatiently tap her
fingers. The little guy was still shell shocked. Clara weighed her options and quickly decided what
she was going to do. With one quick move she snatched the tiny man by his left foot and dragged
him across the floor towards her foot.
Before any of the two men could say something she raised her boot above him and pinned him
beneath it, his face sticking out just to the tip of her shoe. She was carefull with the pressure she
applied. This was their chieftain's son after all, she couldn't risk to hurt him as the warrior was very
quick to point out as soon as he had shaken off the perplexity: „If you kill him, your little whore
dies!“ He went on to spout all kinds of things at Clara that all conveyed about the same meaning but
she didn't pay him any attention.
Smiling ominously she loomed over the tiny guy who was frantically trying to struggle free, crying
for the other man, 'Willem', to help him. After a few seconds the warrior abandonded his tirade and
rushed to Erik's help. He grabbed Erik's hands and pulled as hard as he could. Clara increased the
weight on her foot just a little more to make sure their efforts were of no avail.
Clara pursed her lips but couldn't stop smiling. To crush this little guy would be the most fun thing
to do right now, she thought. But she couldn't if she wanted to get Lea back. Still the scene was
quite entertaining to watch. The warrior was now furiously beating her boot with his club. She
could hardly feel the hits through the thick leather. Surely Erik would be capable of supporting
some more of her weight? She flicked Charlotte through her shorts and the little thing started
squirming for her. A soft moan escaped her lips.
„Willem, get me out, she's crushing me!“, Erik cried, allready croaking but the fact that he could
talk meant he still had air to breathe. Clara knew how dangerous this was and was considering to
abort but it just felt too good. A tiny thing beneath her, one in her undies, pleasuring her and a third
one vainly trying to safe the first. She pushed down even harder until Erik's hapless cries were
muffled.
The warrior suddenly looked up to her. „Stop!“, he yelled, „It's allright, he talked!“ The realization
of this having been the actual point of the torture hurled her mind back on track. She immediately
raised her foot off of Erik and caressed Charlotte on her back to tell her to stop squirming. She
made a note in her mind to finish this play later if she could.
Erik was panting and frantically crawling backwards until Willem held him back by his shoulders.
„Mother! She almost flattened me!“, he stammered and touched his own body as if feeling if
everything was still in it's place. Willem sighed: „It's what she does, kid. Now tell her what she
wants to know, or you'll propably get her boot again.“
„No!“, Erik shrieked, „Okay, okay!“ He grasped for air before he continued, still breathing hard:
„Our...terms...“
They wanted to be left in peace by Clara, to be allowed to eat off Clara's crops in the garden and not
to fear retaliation from Clara's side for anything that they had done or would do to any members of
the house-tribe. Clara noticed that she could easily agree to these terms and, once Lea was returned,
break them. There just had to be a fly in the ointment.
„When do I get my friend back?“, Clara asked suspiciously. „The girl is our life insurance.“, Erik
said sounding somewhat official all of the sudden, „She lives and will be treated gently enough so
long as the giantess fullfilleth the end of the bargain.“ These were clearly not his words but his
father's and they sounded memorized as he said them. It meant he was just a messenger after all and
propably not authorized to negotiate with her.
Clara sighed. Charlotte was right as usual. Time to crush the little red devil allready. „Also“, Erik
continued in his official tone, „She will give us three of her hands full of food as a reparation for
Yorick's injuries.“ „That's the poor guy whose son you flattened and arms you crushed off.“, Willem
chimed in. They both looked at her expectantly.
„I will not agree to those terms.“, Clara said matter of factly and she could see the confidence that
had build up in Erik's face as he had memorized his fathers well-thought-out words fade away. „I
think we can drop that last part!“, he stammered, „I, uh, found that to be quite excessive as well.“
Clara stood up to her full height and towered over them. „It's not that last part that's bugging me.“,
she said gnashing her teeth, „Lea will be returned to me or there will be no arrangement.“ There
was a silence between them and neither of them moved, only Willem scratched his bearded chin
seemingly pondering about something.
„Well?!“, Clara enquired harshly. It was bad enough allready that the mouse-people thought they
were in a position to negotiate with her at eyelevel and that they had sent her this dull, quivering
idiot as a messenger only served to make matters worse.
Erik, still sitting on the floor, looked up to Willem who still stood behind him and then back to
Clara's face high above but looked as flustered as before. Clara was just going to stomp the
worthless worm right then and there. She raised her foot above him and angrily brought it down.
She stopped mere inches above the couple. Angrily flaring her nostrils she sat her foot back on the
ground where it had stood before. Erik cowered on the floor and whimpered uncomprehensive
things. Willem had ducked down too but he was getting up quickly. He cocked his head and looked
up at Clara. He was clearly up to something.
„Erik, don't you see?“, he suddenly spoke enthusiastically, „It doesn't matter if she accepts these
things or not. There doesn't need to be any bargaining in a hostage taking. She breaks one of the
terms – the hostage dies. She hurts us – the hostage dies. It's that simple.“
Erik stopped crying and looked up at Clara as well. „If she puts any value on that girl's life she'll do
what we asked her. If not, well, if not then there isn't much point in bargaining either, is there?“,
Willem went on sounding more and more confident. He helped Erik to his feet, dusted him off and
they stood next to each other looking up at Clara.
Erik looked a bit more confident as well. „Umm, then...what are we waiting for?“, he asked turning
to Willem. Willem didn't take his gaze off Clara's face. „To see whether she crushes us or not.“, he
smiled. Erik shrieked in terror and looked at Clara's boots for movement.
But something held Clara back. Something kept her from raising her foot above these cocky little
buggers and reducing them to smears, snuffing out their lives.
Lea.
The smile on Willem's face almost became a grin after a few minutes of silence. „Well then.“, he
said finally taking his eyes off Clara, „Let's go and tell the chieftain the good news.“ Clara felt she'd
lost controll of the situation. Every fibre of her body screamed for her to stop the two mouse-men as
they backed off to the nearest cover behind them. But she didn't.
Her thoughts were racing, trying to figure out a way to turn the tables back around. She unbottened
her shorts, reached for Charlotte and took her out of her panty prison. When Clara saw the men run
off into the garden she absentmindedly crushed the air out of the poor gal.
„Let's go inside.“, Clara said to Charlotte who was still fighting for breath in her grip, „I need to
blow some steam.“