Lily took a deep breath, psyching herself up. Senior year was almost up, and that meant that in a few short months, she may never see this girl again. It was now or never. She rounded the corner, and marched up to a tall girl standing in front of a locker. “S-Stacy!” She announced, her voice surprising herself as much as the other girl. “I- uh, I mean... I think that you're... umm...” She blushed. Now or never! “I think you're cute! And I was wondering if you'd like to date sometime. Me. Please.” She had kept her eyes on the ground, but now she flicked them up into Stacy's face to gauge her expression.

Stacy was surprised and amused. She looked the smaller girl up and down. She definitely wasn't unattractive. But as she was opening her mouth to speak, she noticed her twin, Tracy, coming down the hallway towards them. She grinned inwardly, her exterior a mask of mild confusion. “Um, I'm Tracy.” She insisted softly. She raised her hand, addressing her twin. “Stacy!” She called, knowing her sister would understand. This wasn't the first time they'd done this. “Lily wants to... talk to you!” Tracy looked in that direction, then shrugged and came over.

“Sure. What's up, Lil?” The smaller girl was now blushing furiously. She'd gotten the wrong twin!? How could she be so stupid!

“I... uh... I'm so sorry, I just thought that... I mean, I was sure – or, no, I thought I was sure that-”

“Lily. Calm down, it's okay.” Stacy cooed, putting a hand on her shoulder. Both girls enjoyed watching Lily squirm in discomfort, but they were also very good at pretending like they had real feelings. “Just tell my sister what you told me.”

“Stacy, I...” she stammered, addressing Tracy. “Ithinkyou'recuteandcanwedatesometime?”

Tracy smiled, finally understanding what had happened. She looked into her sister's eyes, wondering how she wanted to play it. After a moment, she nodded imperceptibly and looked back down at Lily. “So you totally asked my sister out first, right? You thought she was me?”

Lily's face felt as if it might catch on fire. She suddenly realized her back was against the wall, and the two taller girls had somewhat crowded around her, making her feel trapped like an animal. “I mean... I thought I watched her come here – or, I mean I thought I watched you come here. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it.”

“No, you just figured that since we're twins, it didn't really matter, right? We've got the same body, that's all that's important? There's no way we could be two completely different people upstairs, huh?”

“No! Not at all! Please, I didn't mean to offend you! I'm so sorry, j-just please let me get to class. I won't bother you again, okay?” She tried to push past Stacy, but the twin just held her ground, staring down at Lily. For a moment Lily felt as if she were a child looking up to an adult, but attributed it to the humiliation of the situation.

Tracy continued to lay into the girl. “No, it's not okay. What's the only thing you could come up with to say about me? 'I think you're cute'? Are you really that shallow?” Tracy reached out an arm and shoved the small girl into the wall. Lily let out a soft squeal of pain, but the hallway was mostly empty by now, and nobody paid attention to it.

“Come on, Stace.” Stacy said to her sister. “Cut her some slack. She's just a tiny little thing, she can't be very bright. That's just physiology, it's not her fault.” Lily looked up – yes, she was definitely looking up now – at the twins as they stared down at her with condescension and derision in their eyes.

“W-what's happening to me?” Lily stammered. Her shoulder still hurt, but now she was much too small for either of them to reach her easily. She tried to run off, but Tracy swept her leg forward, knocking the tiny girl onto her ass.

“Looks like you're shrinking.” She said coldly. There was no more playfulness in her voice or countenance. She stared down at Lily as the girl continued to dwindle, staring up hopelessly at the two now-gargantuan twins. Stacy slowly slid her sandal forward, gently pressing Lily into the wall. The helpless girl squirmed and squealed in pain and fright as the mammoth shoe threatened to smear her against the wall right there. She tried to choke out a desperate plea, but she couldn't get enough air in her lungs to do so.

“Lily.” Stacy said. “We're just teasing you. You totally got the right twin the first time, and of course I'd love to go out with you.” She smiled down warmly. “Where were you thinking of taking me? To the park? Ooh, or are we gonna go watch a movie? I bet at your size I could just slip you in a pocket and get you in for free! Doesn't that sound fun?” She didn't relinquish an ounce of force on the tiny girl, who squirmed helplessly at her toes.

“You gonna do it now?” Tracy asked her sister, watching the tiny girl desperately fight for her life. Stacy shrugged, and the two twins just stood in silence for a moment while Lily suffered beneath them. Finally, Stacy pulled her foot back, and Lily collapsed onto her front, taking in heaving breaths. Tracy giggled. “It never gets old for me.”

“The suffering's the best part.” Stacy agreed. She reached down and pinched the tiny girl between her forefinger and thumb, lifting her up to the faces of the beaming twins. Lily was dropped into Stacy's open palm, writhing and screaming.

“Loud little bug, isn't she?” Tracy tapped at Lily's face with her finger, knocking her head repeatedly against Stacy's palm. “Shut up. Be quieter, or I'll make you lap up some battery acid.” Lily was in no position to understand what was happening or obey orders. Her mind had all but shut down, and she was in full panic mode. She lashed out blindly at the finger that easily battered her around, screaming pleas for mercy and cries for help.

Stacy opened her mouth to say something more, but just then the bell rang through the halls, startling the twins. They looked at each other, and silently agreed to return home. Sending quick glances down each hallway, Stacy slipped Lily underneath her left breast, adjusting her bra for a moment to let it settle down on top of her. The pressing weight was almost unbearable for Lily, and with her head turned as far to the side as she could go, she could only draw in short, sucking breaths. The lack of oxygen forced her to calm down and think more rationally.

The twins quickly exited the building, then headed home at a casual pace. Lily couldn't tell what they were saying, but most of her mind was preoccupied with regulating her breathing so she didn't smother to death. She couldn't believe what was happening. How had they done this? And why? What had Lily done to deserve this treatment? Tears sprang to her eyes as she thought about how intimidated she'd felt by the twins, how small and pathetic Tracy's words had made her feel. But that couldn't have been what this was, right? It wasn't possible to just insult a person 'til they shrank... right?

Soon enough, the twins arrived at their house, and let themselves in. They took the tiny girl up to their room, and Stacy slowly extracted Lily from her bra. “Did you have a fun ride, you little lesbo?” She cruelly mocked the little girl in her palm. Lily squirmed in humiliation.

“Please... why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you're a weak little rat and this is what weak little rats deserve.” Tracy chimed in. “You deserve to suffer and squish at the heels of goddesses like us.” Tracy's words cut through Lily, and she felt herself grow a little smaller. Stacy laughed.

“Stop it, Trace, she's already an insect.”

“Sorry. Sometimes the hate just wells up in me, and using the power gets it out.” She stared at the diminutive girl. “But then, of course, just looking at how weak she is brings it all back.”

Stacy playfully drew her hand away from Tracy's gaze, as if secreting the small girl away. “Don't worry, little Lil. I'll keep you safe from the big bad Tracy. Why don't you go ahead and kiss my palm to show me how grateful you are?” Lily nodded and, without thinking, leaned forward and kissed Stacy's palm. She looked back up to the giant girl for approval. “Good girl!” Stacy chirped, smiling happily. “Very obedient. Very good.”

A pit grew in Lily's stomach. Why had she done that? It didn't seem right, yet she couldn't help but feel pleased with herself that she'd made Stacy happy by being a good girl. What? “Now get on all fours and bark.” No sooner had Lily heard the command than was she yipping away.

“She figure it out yet?” Tracy asked as she stepped up close behind her sister, leaning her head over Stacy's shoulder.

“Nope, don't think so. She's just a happy little girl, isn't that right?” Lily smiled and nodded, still barking away. What did they mean by figure it out? What was there to figure out? Everything was so easy – just do what Stacy says, and life's fine. What?

“Maybe she's so stupid, she'll just slip right into total subservience.” The two girls both laughed, and Lily couldn't help but feel she was being made fun of. But what was the joke? Of course she would serve, that's what made her happiest. No. That's not right! Suddenly, her mind snapped back. Why was she doing this? She tried to move, to do something else, but she couldn't help herself.

“That's enough, little dear. Did you like doing that for me?”

“No!” Lily shouted, finally able to voice her thoughts again. “No, I don't want to serve you!” She felt she needed to compensate for her behavior, something she could attribute only to the unusual circumstances of her current position. Stacy just laughed at her.

“There it is! Just... it's not really up to you. You'll do whatever I say. I'm kind of special like that.” She winked. “Go ahead. Start fingering yourself, and see if you can stop.” Lily's eyes went wide, but her hand was already down her pants, rubbing along her sex. She whimpered in humiliation, completely unable to draw her arm away. She could control her other hand, but it froze up the second she tried to get it to interfere with the first.

“P-please!” She yelled, red-faced. “Please stop this!”

“Yeah, come on Stace, let's stop this.” Tracy whispered into her twin's ear. “Let's just end the weak little bitch right now.” Stacy shook her head.

“No, I like this. And she does, too. It feels good, doesn't it?” Lily had noticed it wasn't unpleasant, but at Stacy's word each stroke sent shivers of ecstasy down Lily's spine. She squirmed and writhed in Stacy's palm, squealing out a quick plea for mercy. “Oh, all right. You may stop.” Lily drew her hand out of her pants, and turned away from the peering faces of the twins, completely humiliated.

“God, this one's just adorable, isn't she?” Stacy turned to face her sister, their bodies close. “Maybe if you let her work on you for a little bit, you'd grow to like her. You don't have to hate every tiny, you know.”

“Well, what would you have her do?”

“Take your shirt off.” Stacy said. Tracy raised an eyebrow, and her sister rolled her eyes. “Please.” She asked. Tracy did so, easily slipping out of her t-shirt. Stacy lifted the tiny Lily up to Tracy's armpit. “Now lick, little girl.”

Lily grimaced even as her tongue ran across the bitter flesh. An overpowering smell filled her nostrils and she closed her eyes, hoping that somehow by not seeing what she was doing, it would make it more bearable. It didn't work. She felt the wicked aftertaste of deodorant stinging her tongue, and she knew the two giant girls were looking down on her, watching her helplessly humiliate herself.

The twins, however, were more preoccupied with each other than with her. Stacy pressed her body against Tracy's, and the two locked lips, Stacy still making sure that Lily was pushed against her twin's armpit. Tracy had wrapped her arms around her sister, and the two girls lingered in the embrace for a moment after the kiss was over, enjoying the closeness of the other girl. Then, they drew away.

“So at this point,” Stacy began, addressing the tiny girl in her palm as Tracy walked over to a nearby desk, messing with some pieces of paper. “I'm sure you're starting to realize that there's nothing you can do to stop us. We're goddesses, and we've set our sights on you for tonight.”

“T-tonight? What do you mean, tonight?”

Stacy laughed. “You didn't think we were going to keep you around, did you?”

“I... I mean... I guess I thought that-”

“It doesn't matter.” Stacy waved her hand dismissively. “Your thoughts don't matter. We're not keeping you. You're a tiny little bug, what would we want with you?” Lily understood the truth in the words, but it was hard for her to hear her own life talked about so callously. The tiny girl prayed that it was just to scare her, but even she didn't believe that. “But you do get to be a special little pet. There's something we've always wanted to do but for one reason or another we never got around to it. We always break our soft little toys before we get the chance.”

“You're gonna kill yourself!” Tracy chimed in from across the room. Lily looked from one sister to the other, frightened and bewildered. Stacy laughed at the expression on her face.

“Not really, of course. We're going to kill you. But we're going to have you record a little video where you talk about how pathetic you are, and all the weird, sick shit you think about and act upon on a daily basis, and then you're going to tell everyone you've decided to remove yourself from their lives.” Lily began to understand. Tracy was cutting out a small, white, three-walled room as the stage for this horrifying movie. The tiny girl was terrified. She crawled forward onto her knees, clasping her fingers together.

“Please, Stacy. Please don't do this to me. Please let me serve you, or just release me into the wild, or please just anything but this. Please, please, please.” The giant girl stared at the pleading form in her hand silently for a moment, then barked out a quick laugh.

“Don't you see? I can make this video, and then do any of those things to you. They're not mutually exclusive. Your life is my plaything now.”

“Ours.”

“Our plaything now.” Stacy corrected herself. “You don't have any say in your life anymore.”

“No! No, you can't do this to me, Stacy, please! I'm still a person! I still have rights! You can't j-”

“Oh, put your foot in your mouth.” Stacy sighed, disgusted. Lily let out a shrill scream as she silenced her own voice, jamming her foot into her mouth. “Be sure to lick it, too. Don't stop 'til I say to.” Lily looked up at Stacy with a mixture of horror and anger, but couldn't prevent herself from doing what she said. Stacy walked over to her sister, admiring her little project. “Looks good. Sure people won't be able to tell what it is?”

“Probably not. And even if they do it's not like anybody's ever going to believe it. We'll be fine.”

“I know we will.” Stacy put her hand on Tracy's shoulder, squeezing it softly. She set the tiny girl down on the desk, and the two watched her suck her foot for a while before Stacy finally laughed. “Okay Lil. You're good, you can stand up.”

Lily stood, afraid to speak. She was completely helpless to these giants. She had no voice against them. “Take all your clothes off, Lily.” The tiny girl wordlessly obeyed her captor. “Now go stand in the little box.” It was small, but bigger than Lily, and she fit comfortably inside. Tracy set down the video camera in front of her, and played with the zoom 'til only the naked girl and the white backdrop could be seen. Stacy picked up a few index cards Tracy had just scrawled out, and held them up behind the camera. “Now, when we start shooting, you will read what's on these cards, and you will say the words like you mean it. You won't do anything to communicate your real situation.” The tone of Stacy's voice made Lily feel as though the commands would be punctuated with an “Understand?” but of course that was unnecessary. She had no choice but to comply.

Tracy pushed a button on the camera. Lily saw a small red light shine on, and she unthinkingly obeyed. “Hi. My name is Lily Fletcher, and I'm making this video to explain my whereabouts. I'll be disappearing now, because I'm going to go kill myself. Each and every one of you has made me feel hated. I'm sorry I've been such a nuisance to you all, and I hope that by disappearing I can make your lives more convenient. Thanks for taking the time to watch this, and goodbye.” With that, the video camera was flicked off. Lily felt her knees tremble. She'd just given a convincing video suicide note, something everybody she knew would see. She imagined her friends seeing it. Her parents, hearing her say they made her feel hated. She fell to her knees, tears stinging her eyes as she trembled impotently. The twins were fussing with the video camera as she stared up at them.

“Bitch!” Lily shrieked, suddenly jumping to her feet. She stormed forward, though her footsteps were audible only to her. “Fucking bitch! This isn't fair! This isn't right! You're sick, twisted cunts and you can't do this to people! You have no right!” She was filled with furious rage. Stacy just smirked.

“Oh yeah? Present your pussy to me, dyke.”

“No! Fucking whore-bitch no!” Lily shrieked as she turned, dropped to her knees, and raised her waist up into the air.

“Tell me again how I can't do this, but this time call me Goddess.”

“You-you can't do this, Goddess! AUGH!” Lily yelled in frustration. At this point, tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She struggled wildly against her own muscles, but her entire body betrayed her.

“Now beat your head into the desk. Just smash it down, again and again.” Lily's world exploded in pain and horror at the same time. With violent force, she found herself rocketing towards the desk, and she couldn't help but feel like a pilot who's lost control of their plane. After the second blow she could feel the blood on her forehead, and see it on the desk. After the fourth, it started to run into her eyes. Tracy just watched with complete interest. She'd never seen her sister like this, letting a tiny off herself in such a brutal fashion. After seven blows, Stacy finally gave the word to stop.

“Now tell me again. Tell me again how I have no right.”

Even if she'd wanted to stop, the giant girl wouldn't let her. “You... don't have the right... Goddess.” Lily wondered if that last part was the charm or if it was just her grovelling for forgiveness.

“Stop breathing. Just don't do it anymore.” The order came, and Lily obeyed. Her eyes went wide almost immediately, and she clutched at her throat for a moment out of reflex before desperately reaching towards the sky, towards Stacy, the only girl who could give her air.

“What're you doing?” Tracy's question surprised Stacy, and for a moment both forgot the tiny girl squirming for air beneath them.

“I'm showing her what her place is.” She looked back down at Lily with contempt. “Go ahead, breathe again.”

“OhgodpleaseI'msosorry!” Lily begged between gasps and sobs, curled up pathetically before the twins. “Please don't hurt me anymore I swear to god I'll behave I swear it please just let me live!”

“We gonna oblige her?” Tracy asked, smirking. Her sister just shrugged, arms folded across her chest, looking away from the both of them.

“Go nuts, Trace.” She said simply. “She knows what she is now. There's nothing more to be done with her.”

“No!” Lily shrieked, slowly climbing to her feet. “Please, no, I said I'd do anything! I understand my place, please!” The tiny girl didn't know what to say or do to convince them to spare her, and the stress of being made to plea for her life was eating her up inside. Tracy just snickered, and gently brushed Lily off the desk, and onto her chair.

“See ya around, dear!” She called softly before lowering her ass onto the chair. Lily desperately dashed from the descending derriere, but instead found herself pinned for a brief moment, pressed down, then crushed against the chair. Most of the weight was on her lower body, though, so she remained alive as her legs were pulped beneath Tracy's ass. The giant girl smiled, and after a moment wiggled her tush back and forth, smearing Lily across her jeans and the fabric of the seat, and catching the rest of her body in the slight movements. After another quick jostle, all that remained was a dark red smear, to be cleaned up later.

 “Thank you for coming! Enjoy the rest of your day!” A girl's voice could be heard throughout the small store. The customer brightened almost immediately, smiling and nodding.

“Thanks! I will! You too!” She said, enthusiastic. She walked away with a big smile on her face, and Stacy watched her go, grinning to herself, too. These people were too easy. But it's not like she was doing any harm. In fact, she'd received almost twenty personal commendations from various customers, and certain people even refused to deal with anybody but her, for how she made them feel. For the low cost of a shirt or maybe a new pair of pants, these people were able to escape their woes for a day just by meeting the lovely cashier.

Of course, like any drug, they came down hard. She only ever gave them a day's worth of enjoyment. Once they woke up the next morning, it was back to crippling depression for some of these people, made even worse by the fact that just yesterday they'd been on top of the world. Stacy understood this, and she relished it. She had power over these peoples' lives. They had to come back to see her, if they wanted to stay happy. She was quickly becoming responsible for a large amount of repeat business. And her superiors couldn't have been happier.

With only a few minutes left on her shift, one of her managers came and tapped her on the shoulder. “Come into my office for just a moment.” She silently followed, sitting down at the desk across from her boss. Stephen was a nice man, Stacy assumed he was around his mid-thirties. He looked at her for a moment. “Do you know why I called you in here, Stacy?” He said, his demeanor solemn.

“You're going to give me a two dollar an hour raise.” Stacy said confidently. Stephen was a bit taken aback. He thought about it, and realized he was going to do that for her. He didn't know how he'd forgotten. But it made sense. He nodded, his surprise showing on his face.

“Actually, yes, I was. But that was the secondary reason. The primary one is that there have been... complaints. Some of our staff seem to feel you're doing some 'under-the-table' deals to get people to keep coming back and requesting you.” The two sat in silence for a moment. Stacy just stared straight ahead, and Stephen continued out of discomfort. “I'm not saying there is anything going on,” He admitted, raising his hands defensively. “But it is strange that a few people won't buy things unless it's from you. I mean, we're a retail store, not...” He thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Well, whatever. We're not a store where it matters who you're buying from. Do you understand?”

“I do, Mr. Black.” Stacy responded politely. “But, you don't really believe that this is out of the ordinary.”

He nodded again. “I don't. That's true. I just wanted to let you know about this.” Stacy smiled and stood.

“I understand. Thank you very much Mr. Black. I've got to take off now. Don't forget about my raise until you give it to me.” She reminded, and the thought took immediate precedence over whatever else he may have been thinking on at the time. Stephen smiled back to her.

“I won't.” With that, Stacy slipped out of his office. She closed the door and turned around only to nearly run into a coworker of hers. The girl had a sour countenance.

“Are you fucking him, too?” Stacy looked at the slightly smaller girl and let out an involuntary laugh.

“I'm sorry?”

“Mr. Black. I heard you in there. You talk like someone with... dirt on someone else. What are you doing to everybody? Who the fuck are you?” Stacy looked at the girl in front of her. Suzy always had been a pain in the ass. Stacy'd never really gotten around to readjusting her attitude, and she seemed to be very keen when it came to how Stacy was manipulating others. Of course, she never suspected the real truth, but still. The girl was close enough that it was time to do something.

“You really want to know?” She asked coyly. Suzy stared at her skeptically.

“Yeah...” She said warily. Stacy nodded.

“Okay. Come home with me. Now.” With that, Stacy walked away, sure she had the other girl in tow. Suzy did follow, and for a moment she wondered why. She definitely didn't trust Stacy, so why was she so readily following her into her home? Suzy reasoned she was very curious, and just had to know what was happening. So, without protest, she followed the twin out of the store, despite her shift ending several hours later.

As Stacy led the girl up the steps to her house, she grinned to herself. She loved having 'dolls,' as she referred to them. Tracy referred to her own toys the same way, but Stacy had always felt the name was more befitting of her own subjects. They were mindless and you just... played with them. Oh, sure, they weren't as small as a doll, but Stacy still maintained that hers deserved the name more.

They entered the twin's house. Suzy had only become more nervous during the car ride here. Several times she had thought to tell Stacy that she changed her mind. That she didn't really want to go. That she had a shift to finish. But the words wouldn't come to her lips. She just couldn't speak out against the taller girl. She struggled with her fear and concerns, but never quite felt as though she'd conquered them.

“Close the door behind you.” Stacy ordered, and Suzy obeyed. She was led up to the twins' room, with one big bed dominating the center of the far wall. “Stay.” Stacy said, and walked over to the bed, lying down on it. Suzy just stood at the doorway. Her feet felt as though they were made of lead.

“Come into the room, and shut the door.” Suzy did so, heart pounding in her chest. What was going on? “Now take your clothes off.” As Suzy began to slide out of her pants, she realized something was desperately wrong.

“No! W-what? What is this? Help me! Help, please!” She cried out. Stacy loved the moment of realization. It was such a sweet victory, when a person finally understood they were no longer in control.

“Welcome to my lair,” Said the twin to the poor girl. She giggled softly. “You're mine, now. My own little toy.”

“What!?” Suzy was pretty well freaked out at this point. She shed her bra, her last piece of clothing, and stood before Stacy completely naked, shivering in cold and fear. Stacy just laughed.

“Haven't you noticed how you're not choosing do to anything? You don't have free will anymore. Not without my say-so, anyway.”

“That's... that's not a thing! That can't happen! I'm leaving!” Suzy shrieked, but even as the words hung desperately in the air, Suzy remained glued to that spot. Stacy just watched her with a single eyebrow raised.

“Are you? You look like you're being an obedient pet to me.”

“No! F... fuck you...” Her voice lost a great deal of strength mid-expletive, as the reality began to sink in. She was rooted to the spot because Stacy had commanded it. And when she thought back to all the other weird encounters she'd seen Stacy have, she realized that was what was off-putting about her. She just commanded people to do things, but nobody ever seemed to notice. Even she herself had been rationalizing her own subservience until it had crossed a line. She grappled with her mind. She had to regain control.

“Hah. Fuck me, right. Believe me, dear, you're not going to come up with anything I haven't heard a million times.” She watched the shivering girl with amusement.

Suzy took a few deep breaths. She looked into Stacy's eyes. “Why are you doing this? And how can I get you to stop?”

“Boring question, and then an interesting one. Let's tackle them in order. Why? Because I'm a superior being, and it's my role to subjugate humans as I see fit. As for what you can do to earn back your freedom... well, I guess that question kind of misses the point, doesn't it?”

“W-what do you mean?”

“I mean, what can you do that I can't just command you to do? All I have to do is give an order and you'll obey. So, I ask you, Suzy. What can you do that I can't just tell you to do and then get to keep you as my slave anyway?”

Suzy trembled in fear. This kind of helplessness was terrifying her. She felt like a prisoner in her own body. Her mind hearkened back to her childhood, reading about mind-controlling aliens and the fear that the victims of these creatures felt. She had thought it uncomfortable, sure, but she hadn't really understood the true horror of the situation. She understood it now. “Please, stop this...” She whimpered softly. Stacy just giggled.

“You sound so cute when all that self-righteous bullshit is cut out of you. I absolutely love it.” She lowered her hand past the side of the bed. “Get on your hands and knees, crawl over here, and give your mistress' hand a kiss.” Suzy began to obey, even as her face flushed a deep red. She crawled over to Stacy's hand and kissed the back of it tenderly. This sent waves of stinging humiliation across Suzy, but Stacy just smiled down at her like a pet.

“That's sweet of you. Thank you, dear.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, tapped the screen a few times, then put it to her ear. She looked down at Suzy almost as an afterthought. “Sit still, stay quiet.” She whispered. Stacy stared at nothing for a moment more, then a smile came over her face. “Hey! Where are you? ...Oh. I thought you got off sooner. Not a problem. I'll come pick you up. Mmhmm! I'll see you soon.” She slid the phone back into her pocket, and looked down at the girl kneeling at the side of her bed.

“I've got a surprise for you, dear,” She said, ruffling her hand through Suzy's hair. “But you'll just have to wait a bit before you see it. Trust me, it'll change the way you see the world.” This news did nothing but frighten the girl. She'd had enough world-changing experiences for one day. She wanted to get up, to run away and forget this whole experience had ever happened. But her body betrayed her, compelled her to stay at Stacy's feet as the tall blond stared down at her. “Be a good girl and wait for me to come home. Don't move from this spot.” Suzy opened her mouth to protest, but no sound would come out. Stacy just laughed softly. “While I'm gone, think about how beautiful I am. I want you infatuated by the time I get back.” With that, she left the room, and Suzy was left with her thoughts. Thoughts of Stacy's slender form, the confident elegance with which she walked. Her face flushed. She tried to have rebellious, traitorous thoughts of how much she hated being treated like this, but try as she might, all she could do was find it endearing. She shook in humiliated rage as she went over all the things the loved about Stacy, and every time she thought of another one, she loved the girl just a little bit more.

Stacy wore her typical smile as she rode the escalator up to the food court where her sister worked. They had both wanted to work close to each other, but thought it could get confusing if they worked in the same store. So, they'd settled for working in the same mall. As she stepped off the escalator, she gave a quick scan of the crowd, quickly locating her sister. She was still in uniform, but she was out in the court area, and seemed to be looking for something. She was turning, her eyes searching the floor. She faced her sister, and her eyes flicked up instinctively. They locked eyes, and a silent conversation was had between them, almost immediately.

What are you looking for? Stacy wondered.

Err...

You didn't! You shrank someone? Her eyes smiled for the briefest of moments before she put the two facts together. A contained rage overtook her face almost immediately. You lost someone!?

I didn't mean to!

Shut up! Shut up, stay calm, and find it. Stacy lowered her eyes to the floor, taking a different area than her sister, whose face had gone red as she desperately searched. She knew her sister was pissed, and she knew it was her fault. She hadn't meant to lose him, but her manager had come by just as she finished the process. The little guy had jumped on her manager's shoe, then ridden it away. He'd rounded a corner by the time Tracy noticed, and when she quickly followed, the little guy was gone. And that had been half an hour ago. Now, Tracy's shift was over, but she was determined to make sure the tiny guy had been squished or captured before he managed to escape.

Stacy was furious at her sister. They had been so careful – albeit, with a few exceptions – to not abuse their powers or get noticed. Stacy's mind drifted to the girl still waiting on her knees in her room, but she shook the thought from her mind. No. That wasn't Stacy's fault. Suzy was just perceptive, is all. Stacy brought her mind back to the task at hand. She only took a few steps more when she spotted movement. Tiny movement. There stood a man, no more than two inches tall, beneath a table at which sat a family of four. They were all completely oblivious to the small man's presence. Stacy cursed.

“Come!” She whispered harshly, barely opening her lips. Of course, she knew her target had to hear her, and understand what she was saying, in order for her power to work. She could get that little guy to walk right under her heel; she just didn't want the entire food court following suit. “Come here!” She said a little more angrily. The tiny man saw her, but of course recognized her as Tracy and cowered behind a giant leg, pulling insistently on the denim. The woman whose pants he pulled on didn't notice, but the table noticed Stacy.

“Can I help you?” One of them asked the girl standing there staring oddly at the floor and muttering. Stacy's face went red.

“Yeah. Clear out. Go elsewhere, and forget you ever saw me.” Almost immediately, the group got up and left, but they didn't do it mindlessly. It was a very natural action, as if they'd all simultaneously finished their meals. Chairs were pushed in, and the four walked away. Stacy sat down at one of the chairs and peeked under the table. The man was trying to run away from her, towards a group two tables down. No fanfare. Stacy thought. She reached her foot out and crushed the life out of the runner, dragging her sole back and leaving a red streak on the linoleum. She breathed a sigh of relief, then walked to her sister, who still looked panic-stricken.

“I... I can't find him, Stace...” She said, her voice trembling. Stacy just smiled and shook her head, putting her hand on her sister's shoulder.

“I dealt with it.” She said in a soothing tone of voice. She rubbed her palms together, then drew them across each other. Tracy looked disappointed.

“I wanted to play with him!”

“Then you should have taken care of it.” Stacy hissed, her pleasant demeanor evaporating. “You lost it, you sealed its fate.” She looked at her sister sternly for a moment, then continued. “Now come on. Get changed and let's go. I have something for you to diminish.” Tracy looked disappointed, but she nodded, and a few minutes later, the twins were headed home.

Suzy's legs were killing her. She'd been like this for an hour, tears streaming down her face as she silently wept, thinking thoughts that were not her own. She adored Stacy for doing this to her, and at that thought, even more tears rolled out. She was frustrated to no end, and she knew why, but she just could make herself think about it. When she heard the door slam, her heart sang with excitement.

“Come!” She heard a shout ring out. She rose and hustled out of the room, down the stairs and in front of – twins? Suzy hadn't known they were twins. She looked between them, and couldn't tell which one was Stacy, 'til she spoke. “On your knees.” Suzy immediately dropped to her knees, looking up at the sisters. The other one just snorted.

“It never gets old, watching you do that.” The two kicked their shoes off, and Tracy walked into the living room. Stacy followed, and snapped her fingers. Obediently, Suzy allowed herself to be led by the wicked sisters to the living room. Stacy laid out on the couch and Tracy took a chair, both of them looking at their new pet.

“She's a coworker of mine. Or, she was, before she dedicated her life to serving me. Sweetheart, why don't you go ahead and give me a foot massage, hmm?” Suzy took Stacy's soft feet in her hands and started kneading them, nodding her assent as if she had a choice. “But she got a little too nosy. Wanted to know why so many people loved me. Of course, now I think she understands. Now she loves me just as much as they do. Hell, probably more, right?” Suzy nodded again. She felt a wonderful elation at hearing Stacy's voice, and it horrified her. She was madly in love and couldn't control it.

“Well, see? You almost got found out, too! And you used your power in public!”

“Was that guy on to you? Did he see you shrink someone?”

“N... no... I mean, he was just, you know. A jerk.” Her face grew red. “Look, it was a freak accident!” She cried defensively. Stacy waved a hand dismissively.

“It doesn't matter. It's dealt with.” She looked down at her pet, reverently serving her feet. “Give 'em a kiss.” Suzy did so, and Stacy let out a soft laugh that melted Suzy's heart. Tracy just scowled at Suzy.

“You're fucking pathetic, you know that? Even with that mind control shit – you're just contemptible.” Tracy's words wounded Suzy, coming from the voice she'd fallen in love with over the past hour, but they affected her more than that. She noticed everything... move away from her. She frowned, looking around in mild confusion as she continued to service her love.

“Hey, come on. She makes a good slave at this size.” Stacy admonished. Tracy just sighed.

“You said you wanted her dealt with.”

“Yeah, well, that was before I...” She trailed off, staring at Suzy who looked at her with a mixture of confusion and fear. “Hmm. I guess she would be cuter as a love-struck doll. Go to town. Make her feel like shit.” Stacy smiled, and the pit in Suzy's stomach subsided as she gazed at the smile. She felt like everything would be okay.

“You're a miserable little wretch, you know that?” Tracy said, standing up and beside the kneeling girl, who tried to let out a whimper of fright, but couldn't even manage that. She looked up helplessly at Stacy's double, unable to speak out. “You're in love with her? Come on. Look at yourself. You're rubbing the foot of a girl who, fifty-fifty chance, is going to murder you.” Stacy barked out a laugh at that, and Suzy looked, scared, between the girls. They now seemed to loom over her. Stacy's foot felt heavy in her hands, and she realized she was exerting effort to hold it up. “Not even going to wonder what's happening? Not going to beg for mercy? Not going to do anything but take it like the little bitch that you are?”

“You can speak, cutie.” She wiggled her toes in the near-pixielike girl's face. Suzy whimpered almost immediately.

“Not that you have anything worthwhile to say.” As that comment landed, Suzy let out a shriek of surprise as her muscles gave out, and Stacy's foot collapsed onto her, pinning her to the ground. The heel was pressed against her ribcage, and Suzy was in full panic mode, as it felt as though her chest would implode at any moment. Even still, she tried to work her hands against the heel.

“I release you from all orders, except for loving me. You will never stop loving me.” Stacy lifted her foot off the poor thing, who gasped and clutched her chest, rocking back and forth. Tracy looked down at her.

“What's the plan? Just squish her?”

“No. I want to keep her around for a while, at least.” Stacy lowered her hand to the floor, and snapped. “Crawl.” She commanded, and obediently, Suzy got on all fours and began to crawl forward. When she was in reach, Stacy lifted her up and held her before her face. “Tell me how you feel about me.”

“I... I love you, Stacy. I'm terrified of you and I think I hate you, but more than anything, I love you.” Stacy just grinned. Tracy sat on the other end of the couch, and the sisters intertwined legs.

“You think you hate me now, watch this. Forget your name entirely.” As the order hit Suzy, she gasped in shock as her memory was so severely altered. Stacy gave her a second to process. “Now: Do you remember your name?” Suzy shook her head, despair creeping over every part of her. “But you remember that you used to have one.” Now she nodded, her eyes filled with tears. Stacy's whole body tingled. “This is the... the power I wield.”

“P-please... please give it back...”

“Call me what I am to you.”

“My love.” Suzy choked out, and the larger girl laughed directly in her face.

“She was right,” Stacy said, gesturing towards her sister. “You are pathetic. But I'll honor your request. Your name is Runt.” Suzy frowned.

“I mean, my real name!” She cried out. Stacy just winked.

“Remember, for your entire life, everybody you ever spoke to referring to you as Runt.” This made Suzy cry out in actual pain as her memories were once again violently altered. She squirmed in Stacy's fist.

“P...please...”

“What hurts the most? Is it remembering your parents calling you that? Your first crush? Or – or is it remembering that that's all you've ever been to everybody you've ever spoken to throughout your entire life?” Stacy said, her cheshire grin plastered to her face. Tracy squirmed on the couch, feeling unappreciated. She pulled herself onto her front, playfully pressing herself against her sister.

“Hey, don't lose the forest for the tinies.” She said, running a hand along Stacy's cheek. Stacy just smiled at her sister, pulling their bodies close to one another.

“I wouldn't dream of it, sweetie.” She set Suzy down on the coffee table beside the couch. “Sit, stay silent, don't move. No – wait, scratch that. I want you touching yourself to us, and you're allowed to moan. After all, you are in love.” She laughed and wrapped her arms around Tracy. The two locked lips in a powerful embrace, and in moments Tracy was grinding her body against her sister's. Suzy was helpless to do anything but watch and pleasure herself. She felt dirty, but a whole different part of her felt excited. She really did love Stacy. So what if it was through mind control – did that make the love she felt any less real? She let a few gasps of pleasure pass her lips as she watched the powerful forms explore each other. Even with their clothes on, Suzy saw them as the pinnacle of sexuality. She even caught herself feeling grateful for being given this opportunity. She acknowledged that the old her would have been disgusted with such a concept. She acknowledged that, and she dismissed it.

Stacy was in heaven. Her sister was throwing herself at her, and she had a tiny little servant touching herself while thinking about her. She felt absolutely divine. She felt like the single most powerful individual on the planet, and in that moment, she wanted everyone to know it. With a strong thrust, she threw Tracy to the ground, then rolled on top of her. She ripped her sister's shirt off, eliciting a squeal of surprise from the bottom girl. Stacy just grinned.

“I'm so fuckin' hot.” She breathed, staring at her sister's chest. She quickly pulled her pants down around her ankles, inched forward, and sat down right on Tracy's face. She could feel Tracy's warm breath coming out of her mouth and nose, warming her sex up even more. “Go on, lick, Trace.” She said authoritatively. She knew her sister hated being given orders, and in fact seemed not only immune to Stacy's power, but would often balk at anything Stacy had specifically told her to do. This was why it was even more of a rush when Tracy obeyed. She looked down at the tiny, masturbating girl.

“Obedience is such a – ah – a simple thing, isn't it, Runt?” She laughed softly at the brightly-blushing girl who nodded in response. “You just do what your superiors command you to do, and then there's nothing else to worry about!” She moaned as her sister's tongue pleasured her professionally. Hers seemed to bring on further moans from the little girl on the table, and Stacy just smiled down at her.

The three sat in near-silence for a while after that, as Stacy closed her eyes and let herself feel wonderful, grinding on top of Tracy. Suzy brought herself to orgasm, but couldn't make herself stop, so she just kept pleasuring herself as she watched. Finally, Stacy let out a crescendo of moans, using her arms to keep herself upright. She giggled to herself, and rose off of her sister, sitting on the couch. Tracy looked at her expectantly.

“My turn now, right?” She wondered out loud. Stacy laughed.

“It'll be your turn later. Right now, I'm going to play with my toy.” Tracy rose in a huff, pulling her shirt back on.

“What, you gonna do to her what happened to Amanda?” The sisters recalled the mistake – no, the learning experience – called Amanda. Stacy shook her head.

“No. I'm just going to play with her. C'mon, don't you want to watch her get humiliated, too?” Tracy looked down at the tiny bug, still pleasuring herself, watching the Goddesses above her decide her fate.

“I'd much rather just grill her or something.” Tracy said, and snorted at the look of horror that crossed her face. “Kinda too pathetic for anything else.”

“Runt, stop doing that. Get to my sister's feet and worship them properly.” Stacy ordered. Suzy leaped to her feet and ran for the edge of the desk. Even as she saw it approaching and wanted to stop, she was helpless to do anything but fall right off the edge. She hit the ground with a soft whimper, and her pained body forced her to crawl forward 'til she was before Tracy's feet, where she began licking and kissing her middle toe, looking up at the sisters occasionally for any sign of approval. Tracy just stared down with her hands on her hips, an image of disinterest on her face.

“It doesn't mean anything. Here, release her.”

Stacy looked at her sister for a moment, then shrugged. “Okay. Runt, you're free to do as you please.” The shrunken girl stopped licking Tracy's toe, but the bigger girl kicked her onto her back, pressing her big toe into Suzy's face.

“Now lick it. And I want to feel the emotion and passion behind it.” Tracy ordered. Suzy twitched. She reflexively moved towards the toe, but then realized she had control of her own body. It was a wonderful feeling, to be able to choose what she wanted to do. And yet, even as she disobeyed, the toe pressed down, crushing the air from her lungs.

“I said lick.” Suzy did so without thinking. She had to survive. But then something occurred to her. Even without Stacy's orders compelling her to act, she had no choice in the matter. She had used the mind control as a crutch, something to make her dehumanization rationalized. Now that she had control, she had nothing to hide behind. The sisters had complete control over her. Even as she licked, Suzy started to sob. The sound was lost in the great distance between her and her captors.

“See? Doesn't this mean so much more, knowing she could choose not to?” Tracy asked her sister. Stacy watched, and shrugged.

“I guess so. But you can't get her to do the really ridiculous stuff.” Stacy snickered, remembering past toys. “Do you wanna finish her off?”

Tracy shook her head, a malicious grin on her face. “No. You do it so well. I wanna watch her do it herself.” She moved her foot, and the poor girl rolled onto her knees and stood up.

“P-please... please, don't kill me!” She cried out. “Please, Stacy! I'll serve you! I'll do anything you want! Just please don't kill me!” At this, both twins laughed. Stacy scooped up the little woman, bringing her into the kitchen. After a brief moment of eye contact between the twins, Tracy nodded and got to work. Stacy just set their captive down on the counter, smiling widely.

“You love me, right Runt?” Suzy nodded. She did still love Stacy. “And you trust me?” Again, she nodded. “Good. I love you, too, little one.” She ran her forefinger down the girl's bare back, and Suzy shivered in delighted wonder. She felt safe with Stacy. A moment later, her sister arrived, setting down a small bottle cap from a two-liter bottle, filled with a dark blue substance. Suzy stared at it for a moment. She took a small step towards it, sniffing, then took a few steps back, her eyes wide.

“Please no... please god no...” The sisters just smiled down the same smile at her, and her heart raced in horror. “Don't do this! Please, please please please don't do this to me! Don't make me do this!”

“What do you think, Trace? Should we spare her this fate?” Tracy laughed.

“I don't know. Does she deserve better?” Suzy whimpered, falling to her knees, as the twins watched her squirm in the painful knowledge of what awaited her.

“Please! I'll do anything! Anything at all, I swear to you! I swear, I'll never do a single thing against you for the rest of my life, please just don't do this to me! Don't make me drink it, please!”

“Runt,” Stacy began. Suzy just burst out in a fresh wave of tears, shaking her head sadly.

“Please no...”

“You want to drink something. You're very thirsty.” Instantly, her mouth dried up. She looked at the deep blue, inviting liquid.

“Stacy... Stacy please....” She rasped.

“Drink the Drano, Runt.” Suzy began to crawl forward, sobbing powerlessly. Her movements were slow. She fought against the command with all her mental effort, and all she could do was slow her progress. The twins didn't mind, though. They enjoyed watching her draw out her own demise. She looked up at the two of them, but didn't bother to beg anymore. They watched mercilessly as she reached the bottle cap, and her head began to descend.

“Big gulps, now.” Stacy reminded. Suzy whimpered and lowered her head into the thick liquid. She began sucking it down. At first, she was hit with the awful taste, but a split second later, her mouth erupted in a scorching burn that followed down her throat. A moment later her head lifted up out of the liquid, and there was a silent moment as the two girls stared down at their victim, looking up at them helplessly. A second later, she gagged and retched, shrieking in pain. She started coughing up a foul, blue-red mixture as her own dissolved flesh came up with the Drano. It came out of her nose, then a moment later started spilling out her back as it ate through. The little girl never had the chance to scream. Stacy clapped with delight, and Tracy just watched with a smirk.

“Oh, that was lovely!” Stacy said, hugging her sister and giving her a quick kiss on the neck. “We simply have to do that more often.” Tracy just watched the smaller woman sizzle and burn on the counter in front of them. She nodded thoughtfully, as Stacy laid her head on her sister's shoulder, sighing contentedly. “We're gonna rid the world of humans, one day.” She promised. “And it'll just be you and me.” A small silence ensued, and Tracy broke it.

“And him.” The two thought about that. Suzy's form barely resembled a human at this point. Stacy nodded.

“And him.”

 Stacy awoke to the sound of her phone echoing off the bathroom walls. She screwed her eyes shut, but became quickly aware that this would do nothing to silence the intrusive noise. Raising slightly out of the bath, she briefly gripped a nearby towel before reaching for her phone.

"Yeah?" Her voice was amplified by the acoustics, and she lowered it unconsciously.

"Hey, you said you wanted to know the next time there was a large gathering going on?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded tentative, almost confused – like she didn't understand why she was calling Stacy.

"Yeah," Stacy repeated, her voice more inviting now.

"Well, there's one happening in about two hours. It's at Sam's place, you know him?"

"Yeah." She smiled.

"There'll be about eight of us there, I think. That's all I know." Stacy hung up without saying more. She slowly raised herself up out of the bathtub, pulling the drain. A quick shower and dry later, and she was in the doorway to her sister's room, leaning nude against the doorframe. Tracy had her back to Stacy, and seemed to be preoccupied. Stacy cleared her throat.

"What's up?" Tracy said, not turning around. She was bent over her desk, arms in front of her.

"Are you ready to go?" Stacy asked.

"Go? Go where?"

"There's a party some acquaintances are throwing, we're unofficially invited."

"You wanna go to one of their parties?" Stacy knew to what her sister referred. A human party.

"Remember prom night?" Tracy sat up, and slowly spun her chair around to face her sister. She held a small woman, who even from a distance was obviously bruised and bloodied. The woman's wrists were each pinched between a forefinger and thumb, and she dangled weakly from Tracy's grip. Stacy didn't give the sight a second thought.

"You want to do that again?"

"Sure, could be fun."

"We had to move a few states away after that!"

"I know, but I'm... bored. This stuff is fun and all," She gestured to the tiny woman in her sister's hands. "But... don't you wanna do some real damage? Take a lot of lives really quickly?" Tracy admitted to herself that she really did. It had been so long since she'd gone on what she considered a rampage. It would be nice to do one of those again. Usually her sister was so careful, never allowing her to have the kind of fun she wanted to. Stacy could see the twinkling in her sister's eye. "Come on. Snuff that little cunt out and let's get ready and go."

For the first time, the woman seemed to animate. She lifted her head up, looking at Stacy for a brief moment before lifting her eyes further to look at Tracy. "W-wait, no. No, you said you'd let me live! You said I could li-" Her voice was cut short as Tracy, not bothering to look down at her, roughly grabbed her head and twisted it one hundred eighty degrees around. A short snap came from the woman's body. Tracy dumped the woman in a wastebin and got up to follow her sister.

"I can't wait."

They had decided to be a little late. After all, they wanted to make sure that everybody was there when they arrived. Stacy led them up the small path to the front door. They could hear people from inside talking, laughing, and generally having a pleasant time. Stacy smiled, and gave a few sharp raps on the door. The noise died down slightly, though not to a silence by any means. A moment later, the door swung open.

"Bethany!" Stacy said immediately, taking the girl in a hug before she could speak. "So nice of you to invite us! I'm so sorry we're late, I know you said it started at six but this one," She pointed her thumb briefly at her sister. "She takes forever to get ready. Anyway, here we are!" She stepped into the house, followed closely by Tracy, who didn't bother smiling.

"O-oh. Hi, Stacy. Tracy." Bethany said quietly, recognizing the lead twin by her signature happy demeanor, and the other by her signature surliness. She hadn't really meant to invite them. They always gave off a strange aura, as though they believed themselves better than everyone around them, and as a result didn't have many friends. Beth was sure she'd catch flak for inviting them later, but for now everyone seemed to be putting on a happy face.

"Oh hey! I didn't know you were coming!" Another girl, Gabrielle, stood up and walked over to them. "Bethany must have forgotten to mention it." She said, her voice dropping. Stacy smiled. She was already tired of pretending, and wanted to have some fun.

"You wanna punish her, right?" She said. A few people who happened to be paying attention turned with quizzical expressions on their faces. Bethany looked concerned, but Gabrielle just nodded.

"I do. But, I mean, it can happen later."

"Don't be silly. There's no reason to delay." She looked around. "Is this everyone? Nobody's off in a different room?"

"No, this is all of us." Gabrielle said after a cursory glance around to confirm.

"Great. None of you are allowed to get out of earshot of me. Now everyone, come in here to the living room. I've got a great game we can play." Wordlessly, the people who weren't already there walked in, taking seats on the couches and chairs that were available. They formed a rough circle, and Stacy stood just outside it. She took a quick headcount. Not including her and her sister, there were seven of them. Perfect. "All of you, stay in your seats for this. It's going to be pretty exciting. Beth, why don't you stand in the middle?"

"Wh-what are you doing?" Bethany asked, even as she walked to the center. "What are we doing?"

"We're going to play a game. You were a very rude little girl, you know that? None of these people wanted us here. Get on your knees." Bethany sank to her knees even as tears welled up in her eyes. She was becoming afraid.

"Wait, what are we doing?" One of the boys said.

"Shush for now. Just watch. Trace, go ahead."

"God, you're pathetic." She began. She liked that insult. It was a good starter, and it was of course always true of their kind. "Look at you, snivelling on your knees like a slut denied a fuck. God, you could only be a sadder sight if you were on your back, ankles up to your ears."

"S... stop it..." Bethany whimpered. She was oblivious to both the soft gasp that had rang out through the small crowd, and the reason for it. She just rested on her knees, staring at the ground, her face burning red.

"'Stop it,'" Tracy mocked. "Fuck me, you're weak. Just shrink away into the vermin you are so I can stop having to even acknowledge your presence, much less treat you like anything more than a low, dumb animal." That comment made Bethany more aware of what was happening. By now she was only about three feet tall, and still dwindling as Tracy's words sank into her psyche.

"What's happening?" She asked, panic rising in her voice. She lifted her arms up, but they were engulfed in her sleeves. She had nearly slipped out of her shirt and pants, and she looked around the crowd, seeking help. The onlookers just stared on in interest.

"What's happening is you're becoming on the outside what you've always been on the inside. Small and weak. An object for people to play with, to amuse themselves with. Not a real person." As her sister spoke, Stacy's eyes scanned the crowd, watching their reactions. One girl's eyes betrayed something more than interest. She looked around, as if seeking... something. Stacy put her hand on her sister's shoulder.

"Wendy?" Stacy asked. The girl looked up to her. "You may speak, if you'd like to."

"Stop doing this!" She said almost immediately. "Whatever you're doing, please stop doing it to her!" Stacy frowned.

"Why are you so upset?"

"She's my-" Wendy's voice caught in her throat. She looked from Beth, who now knelt naked at about eight inches and surrounded by her piled-up clothes, back to Stacy. "My... she's my girlfriend!" She stammered, her face red. Delight sparked in both of the twins' eyes.

"Really? Oh, how delightful. Bethany, you're free to move as you like. Aaand... Greg? Is that it?" She asked the one who had spoken up earlier. He nodded. "I want you to go pick Bethany up. Gently. Don't hurt her yet. Wendy, I want you to sit very still until I say otherwise. You can breathe and you can look around." Stacy hadn't had the chance to manage multiple people like this in a while. She relished it.

"Stace? Can I take one of them? For my own fun?" Tracy asked of her sister. Stacy nodded.

"Absolutely. Derrick, go with my sister." She commanded. Another boy stood and followed Tracy into a nearby room. By now, Greg had caught the tiny fleeing woman, and held her softly, looking down at her. "Now I want you to kneel in front of Wendy, Greg. And then, right in front of her face, I want you to snap her tiny little fingers, and I want you to make sure that's all you break of hers."

"What the fuck?" A few said in unison. Stacy just smiled, taking Greg's seat, and crossing her legs comfortably in front of her.

"Oh, did I forget to mention, my sister and I aren't really human. We're kind of better than that. Now, all of you, watch this. And Wendy, you may speak, too. In fact I want you to. I want to hear you beg."

Wendy just stared, her face pale as snow, as Greg held her tiny girlfriend out in front of her face. "B-Beth... Beth I'm sorry..." Her voice was a low croak as she fought back tears. "Oh my God, I'm sorry..."

"Please don't do this to me..." Bethany whimpered up to Greg. He shook his head.

"I can't stop myself. God help me, I can't stop." He delicately pinched her fingers up in his own. All three of them whimpered and begged, and Stacy loved every second of it. She rose, the energy coursing through her limbs too overpowering for her to remain seated. She walked over to the scene so she could get a better view. Greg twisted Bethany's thumb off to the side, and a small pop issued from it. Wendy and Bethany both screamed in unison, and Stacy let out a loud laugh, jumping happily. She knelt back down.

"Do it again. The other thumb. Tear it off completely." She whispered into his ear. "And smile. Enjoy it." Greg's demeanor changed, but before he moved, Stacy spoke again. "Wait. No. Don't enjoy it. I want you to be madly in love with Bethany here. Head over heels, stupid in love." She grinned maliciously. "Now rip her thumb off."

"You're... you're fucked up..." He said in a low voice.

"And you're weak." She said casually. "Do it now."

Bethany shrieked and thrashed in Greg's overpowering grip as her left thumb came free of her hand. Blood poured down her arm, issuing in small spurts from the wound. Wendy gasped, and tears flowed from both her and Greg's eyes. Stacy just rose again.

"Beautiful. Absolutely lovely. Oh my goodness, this is fun." She walked a small distance away just to move her legs some. As she turned back, though, she felt a hot pain from her head, and before she knew what was happening, she was bent backwards, her legs sliding out from underneath her. She opened her mouth, but just as she did a thick hand clamped over it. She looked up furiously into the equally-angry eyes of the host, Sam.

"I don't know what you're doing, but I think I know how you're doing it. You can't control us if you can't speak, isn't that right?" Without waiting, he dragged her up onto his lap, and released her hair, moving his hand quickly to her throat. She issued a few quick, pained gags as his hand closed around it, constricting her air. She swung at his face, clawing desperately. She pounded her heels on the floor, trying to create noise. Her sister responded, coming out into the hall. Her eyes widened when she saw what was happening.

"Stop it!" She shouted. Sam looked up at her.

"You can't make me." The statement wasn't a childish affirmation, but a realization. Tracy's entire face twitched.

"L-look," She said, trying as hard as she ever had to control her rage. "Stop choking her. Just stop killing her, we can talk." Stacy still squrimed and thrashed against him. He slowly eased up pressure on her throat, and she gave some choked coughs, her eyes bleary and red. Suddenly, another scream came from Wendy. They all looked over, and saw that Greg was still snapping Bethany's fingers. Sam looked at Tracy.

"Make him stop that!"

"I can't!" Tracy shouted back, her rage bubbling up. "She can, but you have to let her talk!" Derrick, who was squeezed in Tracy's fist, squirmed in a desperate attempt to get her attention, and remind her that he was still there. She didn't react.

"If I do that, you two will keep hurting us." Sam said.

"If you don't, he keeps doing whatever he's doing to the little girl. That's how it works." She left out the part where if he finished his task, and Stacy hadn't specifically told him to be still, he would be free to move around. She needed to resolve this quickly. Derrick gave another kick, and she suddenly remembered she was still holding him. "A-and I have this one." She'd already forgotten his name. "And I will squeeze him into paste without a second thought."

"S-so... what? What do we do?"

"We don't do anything. You let my sister go, or people die."

"If I let her go, you both just kill us anyway." Tracy was having a hard time thinking. She looked into Stacy's eyes. Her sister was calmer now, and seemed to just be twitching because her positioning was painful. Stacy stared her in the eyes hard, and Tracy looked over to Sam.

"O-okay. Look. Reach into her pocket. You should find a-" She stuttered for a second. Stacy's eyes seemed to be warning. Tracy swallowed. "Um, a talisman. In there." Sam stared at her blankly, when Wendy whimpered again.

"Oh my god, Sam, please!" Wendy urged. "Please do it!" He nodded, and reached into her pocket. Stacy squirmed at his touch, and eventually he brought out a small object.

"Th-that's it!" Tracy said. Her hands shook from nervousness.

Sam stared at her, then at the object in his hand. "It's a quarter."

Shit. "Uh, or yeah. I mean, yeah, it is. It looks like one anyway." Tracy realized she needed to get her shit together quickly. "I mean, if it looked special, it would be too obvious, right? But it is special. It's what gives her that power. As long as you have it, she can't control people." Stacy shook her head roughly, but Sam held her more or less in place. He looked into her eyes, and saw a look of betrayal.

"Really?" Sam asked, unconvinced.

"Try it. Let her go, she can't do anything anymore." He looked between the twins. Stacy stared at her sister with malice. "I'm sorry, Stace. It was this or your life." Sam waited a moment longer.

"Do it!" Wendy screamed. Bethany's arms were red with her blood.

"What if they're lying?"

"She's suffering!" Wendy said desperately. "Please for the love of God let her go!"

Sam remained unconvinced, but slowly slid the quarter into his own pocket. He stared into Stacy's eyes. He started to lift his hand up. "If you try anything, I-"

"Nobody move!" Stacy screamed immediately. Everything in the room stopped. Stacy slid out of Sam's grasp, falling to the floor and taking in deep breaths. Tracy rushed to her side, dropping Derrick along the way.

"Are you okay?" Tracy asked. Stacy just nodded.

"I am. That was... awesome. You're the best, Tracy." She hugged her sister for a long moment, then slowly rose to her feet. She stared down at Sam, who remained looking at the place where Stacy used to be.

"You'll do what, exactly? You fucking human. You dirty, piece-of-shit useless motherfucking human!" Stacy screamed. She raised her leg and kicked him in the chest, knocking his chair to the ground. "Get on your knees, now!" Sam rose to his knees. He looked up at Stacy.

"You're not allowed to touch me." She said coldly. "But you want to. You want every inch of my body. You're desperately in love with me. Crawl on your hands and knees behind me." She turned and began walking down the hallway. "Loving sister, please deal with the rest of them." Tracy smiled, turning to the room, as Stacy led her quarry into the bathroom.

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me Stacy. Please, please forgive me. I don't know what came over me, I can't imagine why I would do that to you. Please understand that I love you."

"Oh I know. But you have to be punished, don't you?"

"N-no, please. Let me show you how sorry I am another way... please, Stacy, please..."

"No. It has to be this way. Strip." He did as he was commanded, taking his clothes off on his hands and knees. "Good. Now I'm going to tell you what you're going to do, but you're not going to do it until I say 'Begin.' You're going to take that stupid little head of yours and bash it into the edge of the bathtub here. You're allowed to do it as hard as you want, as long as the blow hurts. You're going to do that over and over and over again until you can no longer physically move. Once you can't move anymore, I want you to stay awake until you're dead. No blacking out, no unconsciousness at all. You stay awake and aware until death takes you." He stared up at her in horror. "Doesn't that sound fun to you?"

"A-are you going to... stay with me, my love?" He asked, his voice trembling.

"Oh, god no. It's going to get messy as shit in here." She snorted out a giggle. "You're going to die alone. Oh, and quietly. No screaming. Just 'bonk bonk bonk' 'til death. Okay?"

"Please, don't do this. Stacy, I'll do anything." She rolled her eyes.

"Mmhmm." She carefully stepped around him. "I want... at least one blow every two seconds, okay? No dallying." She stepped out into the hallway, and looked back at him, her hand on the bathroom door. The image of struggling weakly in his grip, feeling like she was out of control flashed through her mind. She sneered. "Oh, and... while you do all this, I want you to think about everyone you're never going to see again. All your loved ones." She began to close the bathroom door. "Begin." She said moments before it closed with a soft click. She heard a soft thud issue from the bathroom. Then another. Another. A wide grin spread across her face, and she left Sam alone in his tomb.

"It's done, babe." Tracy announced as Stacy walked back into the living room. "But I wasn't sure if you wanted this one the same size as the rest, so I... shrank her too." She held up a tiny Greg. Stacy moved closer, and she saw he was holding up an even smaller Bethany. Stacy laughed gently.

"That's fine. I love it. How many of her fingers did you take off there, Greggy?" He looked up at her mutely. She rolled her eyes. "Tell me how many fingers you took off."

"All of them."

"Great!" She beamed. "Now go squeeze her to death in front of Wendy." Tracy set Greg back down, and he did as he was told. Wendy just shook her head on the coffee table. The only other tiny left on the table, a girl named Cassandra, tried to hold him back.

"Please! Please don't do this! Think about what you're doing!" She begged, standing in front of him. He easily pushed her out of the way, and she stumbled to the ground. She looked up at Stacy. "Please stop him! Please, please don't do this! Don't hurt anyone else!"

Stacy sat down on the floor, Tracy taking a seat beside her. The two rested their arms on the table, and leaned in close to the tinies. "And why would I stop him?" Stacy asked. "I'm the one who told him to do this, you know."

"I-I know, but please! Please, this just isn't right! I thought we were friends!" Cassandra begged. Tracy laughed.

"Friends? You barely acknowledged us when you were big. It's only because your lives dangle by threads from our fingertips that you say these things now."

Stacy nodded. "It's true. You didn't used to give a shit about me. This is just a little comeuppance." She looked over. "Ooh, shut up, it's starting. Watch." They all turned to face the trio. Greg held Bethany up.

"Please..." Wendy sobbed, her voice low and guttural. "Don't do this. Don't do this. Let her live, please."

"Greg, stop." Stacy commanded. "Tell you what, Wendy. I'll give you the choice. Do you want him to do it, or would you like to be the one to squish your little lover out?" Wendy looked up in horror.

"How can you do this?" She asked. "My god... how can you be so cruel?" Tracy reached out and scooted Wendy towards them, causing her to tumble along the surface of the table until she was before their massive faces.

"We can't tell you why because you have no idea what it's like." Tracy said. "You cannot understand what it is to have power like this. Even at normal size, we see you all as mindless little ants, scurrying around, just waiting for us to come along and smash your pathetic nests to dust." Wendy stared up at her, trembling. "Think about it. We're... so much stronger than you." Tracy's voice was low. "In every conceivable way. You're just playthings. That's all you've ever been to us. Playthings. And so here we are playing with you."

"So I ask again," Stacy said, taking over for her sister. "Would you like to squish her, or shall Greg? Those are the only options you have."

She looked over to her tiny lover held in Greg's fist. "Please... please let me do something. Let me serve you in some way for her life."

Both twins let out a small sigh of exasperation. Stacy spoke. "There's nothing you can do I can't make you, or anyone else."

"I'll kill him."

Stacy raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry?"

"I'll kill Greg. A-and her," She pointed at Cassandra, who looked back aghast. "I'll kill them all if you spare the two of us, Beth and me. That's what you want to see, right? You want blood? Murder? I can do that. I can do that for her. Please let me do that for her."

Tracy looked at her sister. "That's pretty funny, that she sold the other one out so easy."

"Yeah, I really like the initiative." She laughed. "But no, honey. Like I said a lot, this isn't about you or what you want. And if I hear another word about it, I'll punish you like you can't even imagine." Wendy looked crushed. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She turned back to Greg. "I'm still waiting for your answer, little one."

"P-please..." Wendy said. "I can't..."

"Sure you can, little dear. Just say, him or you?"

Wendy stared up. "L... let me do... anything..."

Stacy just shook her head, tisking. "I warned you. Get on your back and spread your legs." She ordered. Wendy did as she was told. "Now Greg, I want you to put Bethany inside her lover, and then I want you to become her new lover." Both Greg and Wendy balked at this, even as Greg walked forward.

"No!" Wendy shrieked, unable to move from the position. "Please, God no! No! No! Don't do this! Oh my God, don't do this! Stop it! Please, please stop it!"

"You were warned, love." Tracy said, giggling. "Oh god this is the best, Stace."

"It's pretty inspired." Stacy admitted. Greg knelt before Wendy.

"I'm so sorry..." He said to her. Stacy frowned.

"No, I don't like that. You want this, Greg. This – all of this, everything about it – turns you on. And you," Stacy said, turning her attention to Cassandra, who was trying to quietly slink away. "Come back here and hold Wendy's arms down." She did as she was told, quickly scampering over and sitting on Wendy's arms, who thrashed underneath her.

"Now do it..." Tracy whispered. Greg took the tiny, sobbing girl and pushed her into Wendy, who tried to squirm away from it. All she ended up doing was bruising Bethany as she was twisted in Greg's hand. A moment later, she was fully inside, with Greg right behind her.

"No!" Wendy screamed a long, keening wail. She screamed and shrieked with all of her strength as she felt Bethany struggle for air inside her. She tried to pull away from Greg, but he advanced on her quickly, holding down what Cassandra wasn't. Wendy couldn't believe her life had led to this point. In her suffering, she felt guilty for ever dating Bethany, or for inviting her to this place, or for telling the twins of their relationship. She felt this was all her fault, and it stung her to the core.

"Greg, have you broken the little thing yet?"

"No, Stacy." He responded obediently.

"Do so. Crunch her up well."

"Yes, Stacy." He said again, although it was unnecessary. Of course he would. He drove hard into Wendy, who screamed herself hoarse when she heard and felt her tiny lover's body begin to snap and yield to Greg's massive dick. He grinned cruelly, seeming to be drinking in the pained expression in Wendy's eyes.

All of a sudden, she stopped struggling. Her fighting died out completely, and she lay there, staring blankly into Greg's face. Numbly, she was aware that Cassandra still held her arms down. She was aware that she could no longer hear Bethany breaking inside her, and she was aware it was because there was nothing left to break. But nothing seemed real to her anymore. She couldn't muster up the emotional response that had come so readily a moment ago. She stared up into Greg's eyes, her expression one of complete neutrality.

He finished inside her and stood up on Stacy's order. Tracy lifted Wendy up to get a better view. "Yep, looks like she's out of it. Guess that kinda fucked her up, huh?" She laughed. "Being raped and causing the death of the woman you love. It's a tough pill to swallow, for sure." Tracy set her back down on the table.

Stacy just smiled. "Indeed. Now, lovely Wendy, would you be so kind as to clean Greg's dick off with your tongue?" Wendy obeyed wordlessly, rising to her knees and licking the viscous viscera off of Greg, who stared down at her with sadistic delight.

"Can I break him?" Tracy asked. "I haven't gotten to feel anyone br..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to remember what she'd done with Derrick. "Oh, shit. Sis, can you get Derrick back here?"

"Derrick?" Stacy called loudly. "Come here right this instant, little man!" She pointed at the ground beside them, then smiled. "He'll be here in a minute, I'm sure, cursing us for ruining his daring getaway."

Derrick had just slid open the cell phone he'd found, and had been able to dial 911 just before he heard Stacy's call. Despite his desires, he began to run as fast as he could towards them. He'd heard what they'd done. He knew they were dangerous, and that he would probably die. But he couldn't stop himself. A knot formed in his stomach as he approached the twin girls.

"There he is." Tracy said. She reached over and snatched him up. "Stupid little thing." Without another word, she pushed his head against his shoulder with her thumb. He screamed as the pressure mounted, and then his skull burst against her finger. She pulped his body with a quick squeeze, then dropped him again, running her fingers through the carpet to wipe off his mess. She smiled. "Mmm, God that feels good to do."

"You can have the other one, too, if you'd like." Stacy offered her sister. Tracy nodded and picked Greg up.

"You'll be a slower death, I think. Can you make him normal?"

"Greg, you're free of all orders I've given you." Immediately, everything about him changed. He suddenly became fearful, trembling in Tracy's hand, shivering like a frightened rat. She snickered, and squeezed his body tight.

"You've been a bad boy, Greg." She scolded. "You killed Bethany with your cock. Do you remember doing that?" He shook as he thought about it.

"Y-you made me! You forced me to do it!"

Tracy shook her head. "That's not how Stacy's power works. She just brings out the inner desires of people. She can't make you do something if it's not truly what you want to do."

"No! N-no, that can't be true! It can't be!"

"It is." Stacy said, nodding. "Look: Tracy, kill yourself." The two sisters sat in stillness for a moment, and Tracy winked down at Greg.

"See? Still here. Because I don't really want to kill myself. You wanted to torture Bethany. You wanted to kill Bethany. And you wanted to rape Wendy in order to kill Bethany. That was all you, love."

"No!" He screamed. "It can't be! That can't be true! You're lying!"

"Why would I lie? Anyway, you have to be punished for your deviant desires." With that, she took his left arm between her fingers. "You more than any of them will understand just how easy this is going to be for me. And how much I'm going to enjoy it." She winked, and then snapped his arm with just a small twist of her fingers. He screamed out in agony, kicking against her massive hand.

"Please! Please stop!" He shouted uncreatively.

"Do you admit that you wanted to do all of that?" She asked. "Do you admit you're a monster?"

"No! I didn't want it!" Another small snap as his right arm buckled under the pressure. He howled again.

"How about now, honey? Are you feeling like you're a monster now?"

He breathed heavily in her hands, blood trickling down his arms. "Yes... yes, oh god yes... I'm a monster... please stop..."

"Sorry Greg. That's not how punishments work. Now that you admit you're a monster, we have to exterminate you." She swiftly broke his legs, and he screamed in pain each time. "Bye-bye, little guy!" She smiled, and started pressing her palms together, snapping and crushing his body as it tried to resist being compressed into itself. She didn't stop until her palms touched, at which point she ground her hands together briefly. She pulled them apart despite them sticking together due to the gore, and marvelled at her work.

"This is perfection." She told her sister, who nodded in agreement.

"It is certainly lovely."

"I'm gonna go wash him off now." She smiled, and started walking down the hallway, peering in doorways. Stacy turned to the two tiny ladies still before her, and opened her mouth to speak when Tracy let out a quick scream of surprise. Stacy plucked up the two women and rushed over.

"What's the mat- oh." She said, and giggled slightly. "Yeah, so you found him?"

"Jesus Christ, Stace." Tracy said, her back flush against the wall opposite the bathroom door. Stacy walked over and peeked inside, then barked out a laugh. Sam lay on the floor, his face a caved-in mess. Blood had sprayed all over the bathroom, and his teeth lay around him in various places. She looked into his face, and noticed that the eye that was still in its socket had turned to stare at her.

"Still alive? Still thinking? That's good. That's really good honey." Her grin stretched nearly from ear to ear. "I really wish I could broadcast this to the world, but I guess it'll have to be your lesson alone. Don't you ever, ever fucking touch me." Her countenance grew grim almost immediately. She closed the door again, and turned to her sister. "Use the kitchen sink." She said, and Tracy just nodded.

"Now, what to do with you two?" Stacy said playfully, addressing the women in her hand. She sighed and fell back onto the couch, looking at them. "You're both quite small, you know that?"

"M-miss Stacy, please..." Cassandra began. "Please, I know you can make me do anything I want to, but please let me serve you, and I'll do anything you command, whether I want to or not. I swear, if you let me live, I'll do anything for you, Stacy."

Stacy laughed. "What? You'll do anything for me anyway."

Cassandra was confused. "I... I thought you couldn't make me do something I didn't want to do?"

"Oh, that?" She laughed harder, causing Cassandra to shrink away in fear. "Please. That was bullshit. I can make anyone do anything. He probably wasn't a monster, just a poor kid who was in the wrong place if he didn't want to become my pleasure doll."

"S-so... there's... there's nothing I can offer you, is there? There's nothing I have that you can't take from me?"

"Right. Absolutely nothing. You're... a puppet now." She smirked. "Well, I guess you've always been a puppet. It's just that now you're starting to see your strings."

"Well... in that case, Stacy, please just let me live. I understand I have nothing with which to bargain, but I just don't want to die. You're in charge of that. You're in charge of everything about my life now. Please, please don't let me die."

Stacy enjoyed the grovelling. She liked how quickly the girl had caught on that she was completely powerless. Still, it did nothing for her. The begging of a human was still just from a lowly human, like a fly begging not to be swatted.

"Nah, I don't play favorites like that. You're both going to die today."

Cassandra looked distressed, but she fought on. "At least let me go last, Stacy. Let me watch you kill her first!" She said. "I'll even help, if you want me to! N-not that I could deny it, but I mean... I mean I just want to die last, Stacy. I want to live as long as possible."

Stacy admired the girl's tenacity. "Sure, okay." She nodded. "How do you want me to kill her?"

Cassandra thought. At first, she just thought she'd like Wendy to be stepped on. But as she thought about it, she realized a slow death would buy her more time in her own life. "Slowly, Stacy. Very slowly. Like, bleeding her out through a pinprick or something. That level of slow."

"Really? You want to watch her suffer and agonize?"

"Oh absolutely, Stacy. I want her to beg for death only for you to deny it to her."

"Well, ideas-girl, whaddya got? How should I condemn this poor girl to her cruel demise?"

"You could..." She thought. "Have her peel her skin off with her fingernails!"

"Wow. You really jumped right into this role, didn't you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Okay. So flensing by fingernails?" Cassandra nodded. "Great. Do it, Cassy."

"Wh- no!" Cassandra stammered, but she was already tearing at her arms with her fingers. She cut roughly into herself, scratching desperately. "No! Please, Stacy no! No no! Don't do this to me!"

"Now, why would you be so stupid as to make a deal with the Devil, young Cassandra?" Stacy asked. Her sister was just getting back, and Tracy knelt beside the couch. Stacy dumped Cassandra into her sister's waiting palm, and the tiny woman begin clawing at herself again as soon as she was able. "This dumb little girl tried to give Wendy a slow death just to extend her own life." Tracy laughed.

"Oh, poor little thing. I can't really blame her, though. I mean, I definitely don't want to die." She watched as Cassandra continued to dig away at herself, whimpering and pleading the whole time. "Still. A little dumb to think that you could ask for something from a divine being like us." Stacy nodded, and set Wendy down on the table.

"Anyway, you've probably suffered enough, haven't you, you little thing?" Wendy remained nonresponsive, even after Stacy prodded her with her big toe a few times. "Well, whatever. Our work here is done, anyway." She said with finality. She brought her sole over Wendy and slowly crushed her underneath it. Wendy's body exploded, sending a jet of blood across the table. Just then, the two sisters heard a noise from the window.

"Oh, fuck!" The voice said. They gave each other the briefest of panicked glances before rushing over to see what was happening. A police officer stood at the door, weapon drawn, while another was running back to the car. Both sisters felt their throats close up, but only Stacy needed to power through the sensation.

"STOP!" She screamed at the top of her voice. "Stop! Stop moving! Don't move! Do not move!" She repeated it several times to make sure the command was heard and understood. Both men that they could see seemed to have obeyed her, the running policeman frozen mid-stride. Stacy walked over to the door, and opened it. Her hands were shaking.

"Come in." She said softly. "And drop your gun on the table and don't even think about hurting me or my sister." The man obeyed her. "You, other cop! Throw your gun on the ground, come in, and don't hurt anyone!" A thought occurred to Stacy. "Also anyone who can hear me, do the same! Come in here!" After a moment, a man and a woman from the house beside the one they were in walked out, and came into the living room with the twin girls. Stacy closed the door, staring at the four people. "Stand there still and quiet and don't do anything until I say otherwise." She said, her voice trembling. She turned to Tracy.

"This is bad..." Tracy said. Stacy laughed humorlessly.

"You think so?" She looked at them all. "I think we may have to relocate."

"God damnit Stace!"

"Well... well fuck, Tracy, I don't know what else to do!" The woman who was paralyzed by Stacy's words happened to be looking down when she was frozen. She saw a small moving form on the ground. Studying it, she realized it was a tiny woman who appeared to be attacking herself, clawing at her flesh and peeling strips of it off. She was horrified, but could do nothing but watch as the little woman flayed herself.

The two were silent for a moment. "Yeah. You're right, of course you are. We have to move again."

"It's fine. We don't have much at our place, we can grab it and be gone in an hour."

Tracy just shook her head. "How did they even know?"

"How did you know to come here?" Stacy asked of one of the policemen.

"There was a 911 call. Apparently some troubling stuff was heard, and the line never disconnected." The girls frowned. Scanning the floor, they saw a phone laying on its back, open. Tracy picked it up gently, and turned the screen on. She shot her sister a look that said It's still connected. Stacy's mouth twitched, and she walked over, gingerly taking the phone from her sister's hand. She held the receiver to her mouth.

"Kill yourself." She said into the phone, then hung it up. She snapped the phone, more to make herself feel better than for any practical reason. "We have to move now. They're probably on the way here as we speak."

"Yep. Come on, deal with them and let's go."

Stacy walked to the small group. She could do this more simply, but she liked the personal touch. She looked each of them in the eyes. "Die. Die. Die. Die." She said to each in turn, and as they were commanded, they slumped to the ground, dead. One of the policemen fell onto Cassandra, crushing her into the floor and freeing her from her self-devised hell. Tracy was already out the door.

"Let's go!" She called. Stacy hung back.

"Wait. Did you bring the bomb?" Tracy paused for a moment.

"You think we should?"

"I really really think we should."

Tracy felt around in her jacket. "Yeah, I usually always keep it on me. Here." She handed her sister a tape recorder and a red marker. Stacy held the recorder to her lips and turned it on.

"Kill yourself." She said, then stopped the recording and rewound it. She took the pen and quickly scrawled "PLAY ME" on the front, the bright red standing out brilliantly against the silver device. She set it on the table surrounded by the bodies, and made sure it read right to someone walking in through the door. Satisfied, she quickly checked her pockets, made sure she had everything, then dashed out with her sister.

"We got everyone, right?" Tracy said as her sister started the car, driving as fast as she thought she could manage away from the house.

"Yeah... yeah..." Stacy said, not sounding convinced as she replayed the events in her head. "I'm pretty sure we killed everyone."

"God..." Tracy let the word hang in the silence for a moment, then let out a long scream of excitement, startling her sister. "We killed so many people!" She giggled for a long time, kicking her legs against the floor of the car. "We haven't done that in so long! What was that... eleven people?" She laughed. "And that's just that we saw! Who knows how many people were listening to the phone? And that bomb... God, we did some fucking good today!"

"I'm glad you're so happy about this," Stacy said, irritated. "Because now we get to relocate again. That means no killing for a few weeks while we get far far away from here."

"I know what it means, Stace." Tracy said, her mirth dying down somewhat. "Still though... that's what we should be doing, really. Why do we need to settle down? We should just hit major cities, kill swaths of people as we travel. We should become paragons of our kind, stamping these pests out beneath us wherever we go."

Stacy opened her mouth to protest, but even she couldn't deny she enjoyed thinking about how many people had died in that house, and how many more would before they contained the situation. She let a small smile creep over her face, and her sister didn't miss it. "It appeals to you, too, doesn't it?" Tracy prodded. "You want to do it too!"

"I'm... I'm not saying yes right now. Let's let this blow over, then we'll see what we want to do."

Tracy nodded excitedly. She checked the time. It was almost seven, and it was already dark. The faint sound of sirens could be heard through the open window. The girls just smiled to themselves.