Clara dug deeper into the soft top soil. Following the tunnel from which the screams could still be
heard.
A reasonable pile of earth was gathering next to the hole but at last Clara broke through. The tunnel
ended into a room, propably half as large as a shoe box.
Clara shivered with excitement. The cave had partially collapsed but Clara could clearly make out 3
struggling creatures and what looked like a radice inside.
Throwing the shovel aside Clara snatched them with her hands. The trio was covered in dirt and
shaking with fear. It was two males and a female, clothed in rags.
"Hi", Clara adressed the man in her left hand, "how are you?"
The little thing just stared back in horror. "And you?", Clara turned to the others in her right hand
but again wasn't getting a response.
"I have something I'd like to show you.", Clara continued turning around towards the remains of the
mouse man she found in the flower beds.
She bent down and brought her little captives close to it. The girl started to cry.
"Do you happen to know who that is? Does he belong to you?", Clara held them closer to the
corpse. "I totally trampled him. Look how flat he is."
The girl in her hand cried out in terror. "But", Clara continued, "the soil is soft here so he got
pressed into the ground. I wonder what it will be like with stone underneath."
And with that Clara made her way to the patio. She passed by the deck chair and saw Lea still
taking her well deserved nap. She looked happy.
Clara could feel the fear of the tiny things. It was so mean. She was many times their size she
caught them by coincidence without a chance for them to get away and now they where her play
things.
Playthings to try her power out on. She guessed they where around 20 gramms in weight, typical for
a mouse. Clara however weighed 46 kilo-gramms which put her at 2300 times their weight.
They would be obliterated should she tread on them. Merely the thought of it made Clara gasp with
excitement.
Walking on paved ground Clara thought about how to it. She didn't want to blow the excitement
right away. Sure, it was even more evil to play mind games before grinding them to paste but at this
point there was no doubt, at least for Clara, that they would not survive this ordeal anyway.
She dropped them onto the table on the patio and let herself down on a chair infront of them. The
mouse people scurried around but quickly understood there was no way off the table without
sustaining major injury.
One man put his arm around the crying female. They stood in a semi circle in the middle of the
table facing Clara who was resting her chin in her hand while she watched the tiny things shiver.
Clara was living the moment. She didn't know if there was a god or not but if there was one she'd
thank him or her for making her a human and not a mus-hominae. She also hoped that if there was a
god he or she was looking elsewhere today.
With a huge smile on her lips she adressed the little ones: "So, here we are. What should I do with
you?"
"Let us go.", one of the men shyly opened his mouth. He was bold though he didn't look very old.
He looked strong too.
Clara leaned in further to get a closer look. He was a warrior, that was for sure. He had enormous
upper arms and a brutal face. The other man had black hair, was rather tall but gangly. The girl
looked really tiny standing next to them, her brown fuzzy hair moving up and down with her sobs.
"But I want to crush you.", Clara mused boldly. She could see the two men gasping and the girl
broke down into more sobbing.
"P-p-please", the bold warrior studdered, "please don't."
"Why shouldn't I?", Clara was loving this, "You are so small. You think you could stop me?"
"No.", the man said shaken, "But why would you."
Clara had seen that question comming. In fact she had asked herself the same many times since last
night. She couldn't really answer it but she wouldn't let it ruin the game either.
"Fun, I guess.", Clara continued smiling guiltily, "It feels amazing how you struggle when I push
you down. The twitches when you gasp for air. The seizing struggles when your body breaks. I've
only enjoyed crushing one of you so far so it's a bit early to tell you see." Clara winked at him
playfully.
The tiny warrior was shaken in his foundations. His knees where trembling and he was stumbling
backwards slowly.
"Also", Clara continued as she rose from her chair, "you have stolen from my garden. I've seen the
radice in your hide out. I will flatten you as a punishment."
Clara just stood towering over the tinies for a moment savouring their terror. Then she grabbed the
bold man with her right hand.
She let him dangle from his leg right infront of her face when she adressed him: "I bet you are a
fighter huh? Fight for me now." And with a smirk she gently dropped him on the floor infront of her
bare feet.
He hurried to get up but by the time he was on his feet Clara's foot was right above him. Clara gave
him a push that pushed him back to the floor but gave him room to move. When she pinned him
again he was lying sideways.
She lifted the foot again and pushed him over with her big toe so that he was lying on his back. This
time she placed her foot so that his head was sticking out between her big toe and the others.
They stared each other square in the eye when Clara increased the pressure. He flinched right before
his rib cache flattened out. The pavement didn't give in even a single milimeter.
Clara raised her foot a little to allow her victim a few quick breaths. The little bold man imediately
tried to use what little room he had to struggle himself free but Clara wouldn't let him.
She increased the presussre again until he couldn't move a limb. His facial expression imediately
went from gutsy to frightened.
"Awwww.", Clara cooed. She gave him another wink and put her full weight on her right foot.
It was a sight to behold. For a brief moment Clara saw the expression of unbearable pain in his face
before his insides where forced upwards by her weight.
They squirted through his mouth and his neck which ripped open from the pressure. What ever was
forced out the other way, beneath Clara's foot, was smushed beyond recognition.
His bones crunched as they gave in to Clara's massive weight.
She stood on him for a moment, her left foot hovering in the air before she shifted back to take a
look at his whole body.
His torso and pelvis where completely flattened. His limbs where crushed too but it seemed the
bones in there where still intact.
Of course her bare sole had given in a little. Had she done it with shoes and twitsted her foot she'd
be looking at a tiny pile of paste now.
The girl on the table had cried out in terror when she heard the squelching sound.
"Shhh.", Clara hushed from above, "Listen to this."
With a sickening crunch the man's head gave in to Clara's big toe. It flattened nicely. From his
cracked skull ooozed pink brains but the face was still recognizeable.
After Clara stomped her heel onto it and gave it a little twist it was hard to tell that this had been a
head with a face once. She continued to stomp the rest of the remains.
The body partially tore into pieces. The skin was ripped off the smushed muscle tissue, the bones
broke into smaller and smaller pieces and any organs left in tact where pulped into goo.
When Clara was done the man was paste. Half of it was on the floor, the other half stuck to her foot.
"Wow, what a mess.", Clara laughed, "Who dares to sneak a peak?"
The puny little creatures on the table cowered together and tried to get as small as possible. As if it
was going to be of any use.
Clara was surprised of her own viciousness. She would never torture animals this way. What was
fun about this was the fact that the mouse people where so very much human...and still so very
helpless.
Also, it was the un-bourgeoise, unconventional nature of what she was doing that excited her. All of
the sudden she had a lot of power and she was eager to try it out.
"Who's next?", Clara asked. To her surprise the tall man stood up.
"Take me", he said with a deeply shaken voice, "but spare the girl. Please, I'll do what ever you
want."
"No", Clara mused, "I'll let you go and have my fun with her." She simply grabbed the man und
dumped him infront of her feet.
For a moment he seemed to be making a run for it but then he held himself back bravely. With
shaking knees he looked at the remains of his former companion on the floor and Clara's foot.
Clara violently stomped forward onto him. He made a leap to the side and crashed onto the
pavement but quickly jumped to his feet again.
"Oops, I almost flattened you there didn't I?", Clara said with a smile. That was it. The man turned
and ran for dear life.
Clara kicked him which sent him crashing into the old cupboard that Clara stored most of her
smaller garden tools in.
After a painfull landing the man rose up and ran. But he was hurt and limping now. Clara had him
where she wanted him.
She violently stomped after him as he made his way for the flower beds. Right infront of the
flowers she stomped infront of him forcing him to make a turn onto the lawn.
Her pounding feet where only missing him barely and on purpose. He was easy prey now.
When he made a left for the next flower bed Clara allready knew it in advance. She pushed him
over and he tumbled to the ground. Clara immediately set her foot onto his legs.
"No, Nooo!", He screamed but Clara let her weight settle. Two sharp cracks marked the obliteration
of the man's legs. He screamed in pain.
He started to drag himself forward with his arms as soon as Clara released him.
Clara watched towering above him.
"What are you doing?", Lea's soft voice came through. Clara turned her head. Lea was standing on
the edge of the pillow looking over to her.
"I woke up when I heard screaming and...", Lea noticed the mouse man on the floor, "what are you
doing?" Her tone was a bit reproachfull.
"He stole from my garden.", Clara explained, "I'm teaching them a lesson."
"Them?", Lea asked. "There are...where three", Clara said, "A guy, a girl and this little worm." She
stopped the little man's movement by pressing him down with her big toe.
"The girl is back there, the man is toe jam.", Clara continued. She tried hard to leave no trace of joy
in her voice.
"Why?", Lea wanted to know. "I work hard on the garden you know.", Clara explained, "I plant the
salad, the carrots, the radices, the herbs. I keep the vermin and the bad weeds away from them. I'm
not going to have some flower bed tribesmen steal them from me. "
"You kill them?", Lea asked further. "What would you have me do instead?", Clara countered,
"Keep them in a cage where I have to feed them? Or crush their hands so they can't steal no more?
That would be even more cruel. And if I build them a prison I have even more trouble then if I let
them do it. And I can't let them do it."
Clara could see the understanding in Lea's face. "That's sad.", Lea said. Both heard the little man
under Clara's toe grunting.
"He ran, the fool.", Clara said, "I got his legs. I'll put him out of his misery."
She put the ball of her right foot on him and twisted it as she pushed.
"Nooo-", Was the last thing they heard before the man gurgled blood.
His body crushed into two pieces. The upper torso with his arms and head on the one side and his
pelvis with the crushed legs on the other. His belly was ground into paste.
He was still alive when Clara withdrew her foot. Shaking spastically and blood running from his
mouth.
Clara stamped him with her heel. Inards, flesh and blood sprayed from under her foot.
A dent was left in the lawn in it the remains of the mouse man.
Lea sat down on the pillow, shocked. Clara slowly walked over to her. 'Damn her', she thought. Had
Lea kept sleeping she'd have crushed the second man for foreplay and finished herself off with the
girl. Now she was all worked up and had to act like she was doing some unfortunate business. She
didn't want to loose Lea though.
Clara grabbed her shorts and slipped into them at once. If Lea saw the stain on her underwear, it
could ruin everything. She also put on her T-Shirt and prepared to go back inside the house.
Lea was still looking at the mess on the lawn.
"What's happeneing to the girl?", Lea asked. Clara thought about it before she spoke.
"What would you have me do?", Clara returned the question. Lea sighed: "Be a generous giant."
"I'll not let her go unpunished.", Clara insisted. Of course she wasn't mad about the radice at all. She
just didn't want to give up her play thing.
"Killing her, like that, is a little harsh for stealing.", Lea argued.
"If one of your tribe stole from theirs and was caught, what would happen?", Clara seemed to have
found justification for her cruelty.
"They'd cut the thieves throat or take his head.", Lea said as if it was something completely
different, "They'd not...butcher them like that."
"And if it was a girl", Clara reasoned, "what would they do?"
With a sigh Lea gave in: "You're right. They're monsters too." A tear rolled down her cheeks and she
nodded her head.
'Here go again. ', Clara thought but she said: "You have any better idea what to do with her, I'll do it.
As long as punishment is involved."
Lea looked up: "Let me talk to her."
Clara took Lea to the table on the patio. The little mouse girl was still there, cowering and sobbing.
Clara put Lea right infront of the girl. "Hush, hush.", Lea tried to calm her down, "Shh. What's your
name?"
"Iri", The girl said between sobbs. Clara was intrigued. Giving her plaything a name could make it
so much fun later. She sat down on the chair infront of the girls, watching them.
"I'm Lea. Nobody is going to hurt you.", at these words Iri looked up to Clara who couldn't well
hide a grin.
"She said she was going to crush me.", Iri said still looking at Clara, "She killed the others. She's
going to crush you too."
"She will not.", Lea said matter of factly but Iri grabbed Lea's collar and dragged her close to her
face. "Oh she will, house tribes woman.", Iri croaked, "She crushed the others for fun. She was
enjoying it. She made me listen to the sound of their bodies when she ground them into paste. She
enjoyed every bit of it. Her cunt was glistering wet.-"
Lea freed herself from Iri's grasp. "Filthy liar!", She roared, "Clara would never do that!"
Clara was having a laugh. Oh yeah, she'd never do that. She'd just done it and she'd enjoyed it. And
odds where she'd do it again. Involving Lea into this was the best thing so far. Her naive little
paladin was so cute when she defended her.
Lea continued: "She can get carried away sometimes, yes. Look how big she is, compared to us.
And killing is ugly business, you know that."
'Ugly, sweet business.', Clara thought. She adressed Iri: "I've heard enough. You stole from my
garden, I'll smush you for it."
Lea and Iri broke loose at the same time. Iri cried things like: "Noooo!", and, "Pleaaase!", while Lea
hectically tried to reason with Clara to wait.
To Clara it was part of the game. She grabbed Iri and Lea and put them down by her feet. She
imediately pinned Iri with her right foot, just the girl's head sticking out.
Lea was screaming at Clara to stop and Iri apathetically pleaded for her life. Clara smiled at the
scenery.
She put just a little more weight on Iri but it was enough to drive her wild. Poor little thing thought
her last moment had come.
Lea ran over to the giant girl's foot and tried to lift it with her puny little arms.
"Any last words?", Clara asked from above. Lea fell silent.
Iri sobbed again. "P-please.", she whispered, "Please don't crush me." Clara loved it: "If you don't
want me to flatten you you owe something to me."
"Anything!", Iri screamed, "I'll do anything but please, don't-"
"Allright.", Clara interrupted, "You'll be my little house slave. You'll come into the house with me
and serve me and do as I say. Mhhkay?"
"Yes!", Iri shouted, "Yes!" Clara looked over to Lea who was breathing hard. Clara winked at her.
"That's better than toejam is it not?", Clara laughed.
"Gosh, Clara, you scared me there!", Lea said reproachfully. "Sorry", Clara answered, "I meant to
scare only her. As a punishment. Her debt is not fully repayed yet, but I'll let her go as soon as I
grow tired of her."
Clara lifted her foot off the little girl.
Iri was still lying there. Emptily staring upwards. She looked exhausted. Clara decided to give her
some cake later. For Lea's sake.