Clara was shivering with excitement but she would have to contain herself just for a little bit longer.
No! She should contain herself once and for all. The thoughts and fantasies that raced through her
head where a token of an evil side that she had never experienced in her self. It was time to calm
down, take a deep breath and think rationally.
These 'little people' where not people but mice. She would have to find an agreement with them,
and they'd all live happily together in this house, without mouse poop on the floor and without
rodenticides. And without flattened bodies under her feet.
Clara gathered all resolve she could muster and opened her mouth to speak. But before a single
word could leave her lips, Lea made a groaning noise. John, who had been staring at Clara the
entire time spun around to look after his sister.
He helped her to sit up on the pillow. She was dizzily rocking back and forth before she turned to
the side and regurgitated. After that she seemed to be fine. John was wispering into her ear but Lea
was only staring at Clara in fear.
She pressed herself against her elder brother as Clara came closer and sat down in front of the desk.
"Hello Lea", Clara clumsily commenced the conversation, "I'm glad you are up again. I'm sorry for
scaring you...I...you were running away. I wasn't going to do anything to you I just wanted to talk a
little, that's all." Clara didn't really know if what she said would help the tiny girl, or even if it made
any sense to her, but she tried to put on a warm smile. Clara could feel the urge to touch lea's skin
again, to hold her tiny body, to kiss her...
"Why...Why am I naked?", Lea asked shyly. She was shaking with fear but Clara could hear the
sweet sound of young innocence in her voice. "That's my bad", said Clara, "Your dress tore apart
when I picked you up, I'm sorry. I was so trubbled when you fell uncoscious and I couldn't really
tell if you were fine because you are so tiny. Luckily, John came by. He helped me look after you."
John gave Clara a look that said, 'You know that's not entirely true', but kept quiet.
"What do you want from us?", asked Lea. Clara felt that the question was perfectly legitimate,
especially because she could not find and answer right away. "Umm...", she began, "I wanted to talk
to you. I have only recently discovered that you and your likes live in my house aaand, umm...-"
"For fuck's sake!", John interrupted her, screaming, "Quit it with the warm and fuzzy shit! I could
see how much you enjoyed hunting us. You are just fighting off broedom here! You statisfy your
curiosity without regard to our feelings and you are only getting away with it because you are so
fucking big. I swear if you were my size I'd hunt you down and gut you you fucking evil whore!"
Clara was dumbstruck by his outbrust and even Lea looked at her elder brother like he was
completely out of his mind.
Before Clara could say a word in response John continued: "Will you let us go now." He made sure
it didn't sound like a question, his words filled with strength and resolve. Clara had nothing but
admiration for his bravery but his outbursts started to go on her nerves. Whenever she made a step
towards them he was becomming rude. And everytime she had to put him back in place her dark
side was going blitzkrieg on her sound moral foundations. Anything that reminded her of the fact
that she was in charge raised that desire in her. The desire to feel the power over her helpless
captives.
No! They weren't her captives and she wasn't going to be mean to them, she told herself trying to
strengthen her mind.
"Are. You. Going. To. Let. Us. Go. Now.", John said slowly with a mountain of determination
carrying it.
"No, I'm not going to let you go now. Lea just woke up and I haven't finished talking to her so if
you don't mind-", Clara was interrupted by John once again: "But I do mind! And you don't fucking
care. You giant idiotic ogre bitch wh-"
"Enough! From the little man!", Clara had had enough. She grabbed John with her right and picked
up a glas Jar with the left. She unceremoneously dumped him inside, put the jar in a drawer and
closed it.
"Gah! He is freaking me out!", Clara adressed Lea who was scared stiff by the sudden change of
attitude in the conversation, "You know, I do him no harm, I talk to him calmly and he just
frequently blurts all this nasty stuff at me."
To Clara's surprise Lea nodded. "Talking to him is like talking to a volcano.", Lea said, "He doesn't
care what you say and he occaisionally explodes. I wish I could put him in a drawer sometimes."
Clara had to take a moment for Lea's words to sink in. Clara bursted out into laughter and little Lea
smiled. "That's the most accurate description of a human being that I have ever heard", Clara said,
"Ah, I mean, umm, mouse...-person, you know. Mus-whatever. Hey, how do you know about
volcanoes?"
"You think we sleep while you watch national geographic?", Lea asked in return. "You little things
are amazing.", Clara said full of admiration.
"You big ones are amazing too. But so freaking big! You are not going to hurt me, are you Clara?",
Lea looked up to Clara like there was some kind of a vibe between them. Clara just looked down at
her. She wasn't gonna hurt her was she? Now she was alone with the tiny helpless girl and she
looked so sweet. Oh so sweet.
"God, it must be awsome being so big.", Lea continued, "You know, when you enter a room we all
hide. Your massive foot falls make the ground shake.", Uhoh, Clara could feel herself getting wet,
"The floor boards groan under your weight.", tiny Lea should better stop talking now, "Anything
that you tread on just gets leveled.", Clara felt sweat on her forehead, her libido going rampage,
"We are so scared of you. We didn't know what would happen if you'd catch us. You might just have
flattened us too."
Clara couldn't fight the pressure anymore. Relief was the only way now. She bit her lip in
anticipation as she stood up towering over the tiny girl. Lea looked up to her in surprise, Clara's
bosom heaving up and down from her heavy breaths.
Terrified, Lea watched as Clara slowly undid her jeans. She was alone with her now. And she would
have her way with her.
Clara slipped out of her trowsers and T-Shirt, standing only in a red bra and yellow-white striped
panties infront of the desk. She took the tiny girl and brought her up to her mouth.
Lea squirmed in Clara's hand and pleaded: "Please don't. Please don't hurt me.", but Clara got only
more aroused by it. A soft moan escaped her mouth.
She kissed the little girl on her back and started to lick her body before pushing her entirely into her
mouth. Laying down on the matress, Clara's left hand allready caressing her crotch through her
soaking panties. She didn't remember that anything had ever aroused her so much. Not even Jasper.
She pushed Lea through her lips and let her fall onto her hand. Lea was drenched in Clara's saliva.
They looked at each other for a second, a pleading, helpless, terrified look and Lea's face and a
wicked grin on Clara's. No moral doubt would stop her now.
Then Clara started. She slid both her hands into her underwear, her left hand fingering her snatch
and her right crushing her little toy against her clittoris. Loud moans came from Clara's mouth as
she ground the tiny girl against her most sensible spot. The tiny screams now and then made her
even hotter. Lea was so tiny and helpless, and Clara would use her wether she wanted or not.
As she continued and neared climax, Clara abused her doll even harder, pressing her into herself
with more and more force. No screams were to be heard from Lea any more but Clara didn't care.
She was too far now.
In her head she pictured what she could do to the tiny people, how powerfull she was. She'd hunt
them, abuse them, trample them. Anything it would take to statisfy her desires. It felt so good letting
go of her moral restrictions.
After what felt like an hour of heavenly pleasures Clara came with an earth shattering scream.
Panting, she withdrew her right hand from her panties to take a look at lea. The tiny girl looked
mangled but alive. She didn't even have the strength to lift her head or talk anymore. She just laid
there in Clara's hand with a pleading expression on her face.
With a warm smile Clara pushed up her butt from the matress and dumped the little girl under it.
Then she let her butt back down. The weakest of screams was heard before being muffled as Clara's
butt smothered the tiny girl.
Clara realized for the first time how far the matress did give in to her behind. First Clara felt
nothing but then there were little squirms getting more and more frantic the longer Lea was trapped
under her butt. The little thing wasn't getting crushed, it was being suffocated. With a sigh Clara
changed her mind, pushing herself up again and saving Lea from the pit that her Butt had left in the
matress.
Tears were running down Lea's cheeks and she looked like she had almost given up. "You should
sleep now. Tomorrow I may want to use you again.", and with that Clara gave her a kiss and put the
limp girl into her panties.
Clara undid her bra und turned the lights off but with a hint of pity she took Lea from her panties,
put her on the pillow and deposited it on the highest shelf in the room.
With a sting of guilt in her mind Clara went to sleep. Somehow she liked Lea. Not only as a toy but
also as a person. She decided that she would help herself to some other mouse people tommorrow.
Some she could use to statisfy her dark desires, should they ever over throw her again.
She wondered if she'd still be able to befriend Lea now.