'Let me go allready, I can't breathe!', Charlotte thought before her mind went blurry. A giggle
echoed in her head. "Aww, she wont kill you, you know that. We've been here before.", her own
voice taunted her through the mist.
"Haha, how long until she comes up with something new? I'm getting so bored by this.", it clanged.
"We can't breathe! We can't breathe! We are going to die!", her hysterical voice screamed
somewhere in the distance, "She is going to kill us!"
"Oh please.", her other voice scoffed, "You said the same when we were under her boot and what
happened? Huh? Nothing! Seriously guys, this isn't the worst we've had by her." "Maybe not",
Charlotte heard herself say somewhere else in a very reasonable yet slightly concerned voice, "But I
did take notice that she is being increasingly careless with our life. And besides, 'blow some steam'?
I'm sure she's not killing us with this but I fear our death is only minutes away this time."
Her cocky voice giggled and repeated, "Only minutes away", in a deep and mocking tone. "Pfff,
why am I trying with you anyway.", the reasonable voice said dismissively, "After all, we're just
hallucinations – nations – nations -nations..." The echoes faded out.
Charlotte felt like she was falling before something hard and cold struck her entire body on the front
side including her forehead. She had no sense of where up and down was and could only see
rotating colors. She felt nauseus.
Air rushed in and out of her lungs again and the picture before her eyes steadied. The strained
feeling in her limbs faded away too. She didn't know how long she spent lying face down on the
glass table before she realized where she was and the gravity of the situation kicked back in.
Weakly she raised her head and looked around. Her tormentor was siting on a chair infront of the
table and still wore her ominous grin. Charlotte decided to act spaced out for a little longer just to
gain some time and figure out how to get out of this mess.
She was so lucky having survived the pet shop and the head shrinker's offices and had hoped to gain
Clara's favor and live the life she had allways longed for. It could have been so nice. She'd still been
below the giants that ruled this world, true, but as Clara's little companion she would at least have
been well above her own species.
Why couldn't she have what Lea had? What did Clara like about Lea anyway? It would have been
so nice to take her place. Whatever worth a mouse's life had in this game was the worth that Clara
bestowed upon it. It was almost ironic to see Lea and John still alive given their lack of respect for
Clara's power, yet Charlotte who had shown wit and submission was about to become a smear
beneath the behemoth's boots.
Charlotte considered getting up and playing the rebellious one too but something told her that it
wasn't a good idea either. Her life seemed entirely worthless at the moment.
She cursed herself for wasting what little time she had on useless thoughts when she felt herself
being lifted into the air by her right ankle. It felt like it was in slow motion and her ears were
ringing hard.
Clara lifted her high. Charlotte passed the giantesse's belly, chest, her neck, her chin, her nose.
Everything about this girl was just huge.
Charlotte had passed through many hands and had seen many humans at the pet store but the feeling
of being handled by them was something she could never quite get used to. Their every little
movement was enough to shake her world. Everything they did shoved her utter insignificance right
in her face.
Clara's playfull eyes followed her as Charlotte was raised above the big girl's mouth. The closed lips
parted and grinned at her again. Then the shiny wall of white teeth opened and revealed the wet
cavity that lay beyond. Charlotte guessed that more than half a dozen of herself would have room in
Clara's gaping maw.
This wasn't a mouth. This was diabolical machine that looked like it was made for mashing
anything unfortunate enough to be inside of it. And it smelled of coffee. Briefly Charlotte
remembered the time in the pet shop when the new assistant, Brittany, played her games with them.
One of her horrifying routines was to gather the rejects and instead of feeding them to some lizards
and snakes, as she was told to do, feed them to herself. Brittany squatted down infront of the
mouse-people's terrarium and tossed up to four of the rejects into her mouth.
The littles crawled ontop of each other to get out but Brittany's tongue pushed them back onto her
molars. Soon enough she'd pin their tiny bodies between her teeth and slowly bite down. She made
sure to keep her mouth open though. Charlotte remembered the horrifying pleas and the sickening
sound of people being ground into pulp.
After chomping a few times Brittany would stop and search for survivors with her tongue. When
she found someone she just giggled and continued until they were all just a pink mush. She
swallowed it and repeated her games one of which was to have a mouse-person clean her teeth from
bones or anything stuck in between them. Then she'd send him down into the hell of mashed people
and gastric acid to be digested alive.
Charlotte had allways hoped to survive or, should she have to die, at least not to be eaten alive. She
really couldn't tell if this was 'just' one of Clara's torments or the beginning of the end of her life.
She didn't want to be afraid but couldn't help it. Her body was twitching around spastically,
dangling upside down above Clara's cavernous mouth.
Charlotte had learned how futile and propably even counter productive it was to beg for one's life
when dealing with Clara. But she did it anyway: "Please, Clara! Please don't kill me!" Teardrops
were running down her forehead and into her mane. Clara didn't look like she was feeling
compassionate. The cavernous mouth closed and Charlotte's entire body vibrated when the giantess
finally started speaking.
"Enjoy the ride.", Clara said with a smirk and her mouth opened again.
This could only mean one thing. "Nooo!", Charlotte screamed as she felt Clara's grip around her
ankle loosen. A moment later she was allready falling and with a thud she landed on on Clara's
tongue. It was moist and hot, humid wind from Clara's throat greeted Charlotte as soon as she tried
to get up.
Clara's tungue was easily several times Charlotte's size and impossibly strong. Charlotte realized
immediately that Clara wouldn't need those teeth to crush her. Her body wouldn't even be a
challenge for this massive tongue. Her most basic instincts kicking in, Charlotte picked herself up
as best as she could and hurled herself towards Clara's lips. With a snap the wall of teeth went shut.
Light was still shining through between them. Charlotte tried to crawl to it and somehow try to
squeeze through but that giant tongue beneath her made short work of her struggles.
Charlotte was mercilessly crushed against the roof of Clara's mouth, the pressure steadily increasing
until she couldn't move at all. Her entire world shook when Clara giggled. Then the tongue took her
down again. While a pool of bubbly saliva accumulated around her Charlotte looked for other
routes of escape.
Clara's teeth were shut and there was no forcing open the giant girl's all powerfull jawmuscles. For
the moment Charlotte was thankful not to be in between those molars. When she looked back she
saw the abyss were Clara would send her when she was done with her. Suddenly, she really wanted
to be put to the grinders. It was propably better than to go down there alive.
Her world shook again but on a much larger scale this time and she felt the tremors of Clara's
thundering footsteps. The idea of Clara taking a stroll while devouring her made Charlotte feel even
more insignificant. Clara's lips closed, then darkness.
The huge tongue occaisionally thrashed Charlotte around as if it was toying with her. Pools of saliva
soaked her little body before being washed off of her when she was pressed flat again and Clara
swallowed.
Briefly the huge lips behind that wall of teeth would open and Charlotte could even catch a few last
glimpses of the outside world. Part of her allready wanted for Clara to end it. At one point Charlotte
saw the inside of a huge brown, wooden box with something white in it. It surely meant nothing
and, given up, she just let Clara's tongue have it's way with her.
The next thing she was able to see was a stairway, Clara was going upstairs. Then a quick glance of
a hall way and, finally, a bathroom. Charlotte had a hard time making sense of it.
Suddenly the mouth opened and, before her eyes could adjust to the light, massive fingers dragged
her from her muggy damp prison. The air felt cold against her wet skin and, before she knew, she
was being lowered on an even colder surface. Clara thundered away a few steps and Charlotte
looked around to figure out what the new situation was.
The bathroom had white tiles on the walls and sky-blue ones on the floor. It featured a huge
washing machine, an overawing bathtub, a shelf, some boxes and a sink, all in white. Charlotte
noticed she was standing on the closed lid of the water closet. She shivered when she prefigured
what would be in store for her here.
Clara was towering in the middle of the bathroom, almost naked, just stepping out of her shorts.
Charlotte wondered if she was going to be used as a sex toy again. She hadn't enjoyed the ride in
Clara's panties but she figured pleasuring the giantess was an opportunity to prove valuable. If Clara
would give her a chance, she'd give it her all. It was all she could do.
Clara was behaving rather odd. The enormous girl wandered about every corner of the bathroom,
butt-naked except for her boots, and searchingly turned every object close to the ground. After a
while she seemed statisfied and walked over to the sink. She lifted a red lunchbox out of it.
When light fell through the barely transparent plastic Charlotte spotted the shadows of people
inside. "Where'd you get those?", she heard herself ask aloud and her heart skipped a beat. Violently
she slammed her hand on her mouth. Shaking, she awaited Clara's punishment. Clara only grinned
down at her. The massive girl was breathing quickly with anticipation and Charlotte noticed the
arousal in the giantess' sex, hovering above her. Suddenly Clara's face came close as she bent down.
"I took them secretely from the cupboard in the kitchen and guess what.", Clara smirked, "I'm
starting lunch a bit early." She had spoken very softly, as if she didn't want any of her words audible
outside the bathroom.
With that she turned around. Clara's massive naked butt was comming down on Charlotte but before
she could decide which way to run it had allready passed over her. With a thud Clara's skin made
contact with the toiletlid and Charlotte could hear the material groan under Clara's massive weight.
The scent of arousal filled the air around Charlotte who couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the
massive vagina before her.
It was glistening wet and swollen, demanding to be pleased. Again, Charlotte felt the heat radiating
from the giantess' body. She was not entirely disgusted by the task at hand and even if she had been,
this was propbaly the only chance she'd get. Clara wouldn't need to tell her anything to understand
what was about to go down.
The snapping sound of the red lunchbox being opened was the starting shot for Charlotte and she
threw herself against her captor's sex. It's massive size made the job easier in some ways but also
much more difficult in others. Charlotte's tiny hands were able to feel their way to the most sensible
spots much better than any human's savage fingers ever could and soon Charlotte got a positive
reaction from her efforts.
When she explored Clara's labia the giant body started to shiver with excitement and she heard the
big girl gasp above. Charlotte pushed herself backwards so not to be overrun when Clara's pelvis
slid forward a few centimeters. The message was clear. Harder, and now.
Charlotte tried to use as much of her body as she could to produce an effect but she knew, she'd
have to work on the clitoris, crowning above the snatch, if she wanted to make a difference. But
she'd have to climb Clara's vagina to get there, but what if she hurt Clara? That would be a death
sentense for sure.
Insecurely, she grabbed ahold of the inner labia and dragged herself upwards. Clara shivered again,
but not from pain. Not even here, in the titaness' most sensible spot could Charlotte hurt her.
Charlotte didn't even want to know where she'd just put her foot to push herself upwards just a little
bit more and she was there.
She started with the area around the clitoral hood before she slipped her hand under it, explored it a
bit and retreated again. Teasing the clitoris would buy Clara some time for her game above and
maximize the finale, so was Charlotte's reasoning.
If Charlotte could give the behemoth the orgasm of her life Clara would have to let her live. 'She
just had to', Charlotte escaped a sob at the thought. Occaisionally, she shot a fearfull glance upwards
to perfect her timing.
Clara had lifted the box infront of her mouth and was smirking inside. Charlotte couldn't see
anything of the people inside other than their shadows from underneath. "Hi there.", Clara cooed, "I
had hoped that you wouldn't escape." The poor people in the lunchbox didn't answer.
Something in Charlotte felt sorry for them but for the most part she was lucky to be out of Clara's
focus for the moment. A girl started to scream terribly when Clara took her from the lunch box and
nonchantically pushed her into her mouth. Charlotte saw Clara's jaw lowering and going back up
half the way. Then it continued to push upwards and the screams became more maddening every
second.
Clara moaned above and Charlotte stopped playing around. She inserted both of her hands into the
hood and started to massage the swollen clitoris while she licked the frontside up and and down
with her tongue. She looked back up just in time to see the jaw close completely. The sound it
produced was nauseating.
The victims's agonizing screams were accompanied by cracks and squelches of flesh and bone.
Clara moaned through her teeth and lustfully tilted her head back. A power-drunken laughter
escaped her before she continued to chew, each chomp producing more horrifying noises.
The people in the red box, who Charlotte assumed from their angle could see right into Clara's
mouth, didn't make a sound. Charlotte knew they propably had family, friends, loved ones. But it
didn't matter because a giant girl had decided to devour them. Charlotte could only imagine having
such power. She didn't know if it was the thought or the overpowering sexual scent but she felt
herself getting turned on more and more. It was sickening just to think about it.
From below she could see Clara's jaw rythmically going up and down and up and down again. Like
a machine that would never stop regardless of what was in it's way. Then Clara's Adam's apple
moved and she knew the tiny morsel, or whatever was left of it, rushed down into Clara's belly. The
big girl was breathing heavily and Charlotte doubled her efforts.
Clara's left hand returned to the lunch box and this time grabbed a young man. She regarded him for
a second before he too was lowered into her mouth. This time the jaw didn't pulp him into mush but
something was definitely going on. Charlotte heard his screams escaping Clara's mouth as he was
propably wrestling with her tongue. Charlotte knew he didn't stand a chance. Then, all of the
sudden, he fell silent.
When Clara's tongue crushed the man against the roof of her mouth a drop of saliva mixed with
blood fell down and landed right next to Charlotte. She didn't think twice and welcomed the extra
lubrication by smearing it onto the giantess' clitoris before licking it again. The salty taste of blood
in her mouth.
Clara swallowed again and let out a scream of pleasure when her tiny plaything entered her
stomach. Her body started to rythmically shake up and down and she had some obvious troubles
containing herself. Charlotte knew it was time. Just when Clara grabbed the third person from the
lunch box Charlotte again multiplied her efforts.
Clara dropped the lunchbox to the floor and held onto the sink to steady herself all the while she
was lustfully moaning and screaming with delight. Charlotte didn't pay any attention to her
surroundings anymore, all that counted was to please the man-eating giant and save her life. When
Charlotte looked up just for the blink of an eye she almost fell of Clara's vagina.
Clara's left hand was right next to her, balled to a fist and in it a girl, her head just poking out of
it.She had large, dark-brown eyes and long black hair. She looked like she had a hard time breathing
but her lips kept repeating to form a single word: 'please.'
But Charlotte knew she couldn't stop now. She continued to work on the clitoris and while the
screams and moans above became more and more extatic Clara's grip fastened around the tiny girl.
Charlotte saw her struggling against the giantess' grip, fighting for breath, but to no avail. But Clara
don't give her time to choke to death either.
The more Charlotte worked the giant girl the tighter the massive fingers grasped. Suddenly
Charlotte became very aroused which only motivated her to work Clara harder.
When Clara came she screamed so loud that Charlotte had to cover her ears and she fell onto the
toiletlid. Clara's mighty voice echoed from the tiled walls and easily drowned the sound of the girl
being crushed in her grasp. Clara's fingers ripped through the little girl like a hot knive through
butter.
Some inards squirted up from the girl's mouth and others oozed out from in between Clara's fingers.
After a few seconds when Clara's body relaxed the dead body plummeted onto the toiletlid and
landet right next to Charlotte who was breathing heavily herself.
She'd done it, Charlotte was convinced of that. She lay on her back on the toilet lid next the crushed
remains of a beautiful young girl and fingered herself. She pictured herself in Clara's position. All
the things she'd do, all the lifes she'd snuff out. The scents of sex and death hung heavy in the air
but it didn't stop Charlotte from getting herself off. When she came she just laid in between Clara's
legs and stared at the ceiling.
As soon as the original haze had cooled off she started to fear for her own life again. Clara had just
incidentally snuffed out three or more lifes in less than half an hour. Soon she'd run out of
playthings again. When she was still pondering whether to take the initiative or not Clara stood up.
Charlotte walked over to the edge of the toiletlid to see what the big girl was going to do.
Another young man was slowly dragging himself forward over the floor tiles. He must have been in
the box when Clara dropped it and seemed to have lost the use of his legs from the fall. On her way
to her clothes Clara regarded him for a moment before lazily crushing him flat. The massive
wooden plattform heel of her right boot landed square ontop of him and his weakly little form was
simply no match for Clara's sheer body weight.
He popped like a grape and some of his inards squirted out to the side of the heel. Clara didn't let it
stop her stride. She slipped out of her boots and went on to get dressed.
"Phew, I needed that.", Clara adressed Charlotte still somewhat out of breath, "Seems it did pay off,
keeping you alive. Damn it, you're good down there." Charlotte was certain her heart would jump
out of her chest for a moment and Clara topped it even more: "Sorry 'bout all that...foreplay by the
way."
Charlotte didn't know what to say. She was exhausted very well too and she hoped to get some rest
before she'd have to keep the ball rolling again. As soon as Clara was dressed she picked Charlotte
up. The touch was different this time. Gentle. Almost friendly. Still Charlotte was cautious. She had
learned first hand how Clara's mood did swing sometimes. But it seemed to be safe, for now.
She huddled against Clara's skin as Clara cleaned the crushed man off the floor and flushed him
down the toilet. When sexually satisfied Clara seemed to be a much nicer person all of the sudden.
Charlotte would have to keep that in mind if she wanted to survive.