Clara rested her chin on her fists and looked outside. This summer was fantastic so far. The garden
was promising with the green of the grass and the trees, the red and yellow of the flowers and the
blue of the sky ever so slightly freckled with white.
Yet a good mood would not want to arise in her. It had been last year, when literally all her friends
moved out of town to study in several different university cities accross the country leaving her
alone.
Well, not entirely alone, she still had Jasper, her boyfriend, but living with your partner is hardly a
supstitude for a pack of real friends who hang around and talk, drink, smoke weed, etcetera. On top
of that, Jasper was out of the house.
He visited relatives in the south and on his way back he wanted to check in on some of their friends
who left the city. Now she regretted saying 'no' when he asked her to come with him but she
couldn't stand his stepmother, whom he was going to meet south, which was the reason for her
decline.
She filled the coffee pot with "fair trade" Espresso, put it on the stove and lazily flicked the radio on
as she returned to her seat. Normal people would have listened to music or an entertaining
documentation, but not so Jasper. He liked the "cultural report", a radio station that never played
music ever and instead aired non stop the most boring documentations that mankind has ever
brought forth occaisionally interrupted by an ever repeating news report every 30 minutes.
Realising she didn't change the channel she sighed but made no attempt to get up and change it.
"Might aswell find out if I can get any 'boreder'", she thought bitterly. On was a scientific report
about a pacific island that had only been dicovered a few years ago.
She remembered the initial news report from back then: It was a breakthrough in science, a
milestone for the theory of evolution. Not that any scientist that appeared in the report ever had
questioned evolution, no, but now there was absolute certainty, beyond a doubt. The amazing find
that was made on that island had been a new species of mice.
They would have had to get there by a boat, propably smugglers in the 18th century and being
isolated for so long, they evolved into a very odd apperance for mice: They actually looked like
people.
Now, they were taken to several labs in the US and across Europe to examine them further and it
turned out that their cognitive abilities were also far ahead those of regular mice. A fact most
evidently demonstrated by mass escapes of the species from several labs. This was how they got
introduced into daily human life.
Make no mistake, they where mice and by humans handled as such. You could buy them as pets
(allthough they were very high prized), you could find them in your garden and even sometimes
they would enter a human's house. In a house the little mice people where usually met with hostility,
just like regular mice usually where.
Traps, poison, cats and stomping feet meant to drive out the pest, although it was forbidden per
animal rights act to kill or torture them for plesure as some nut cases had allready done it with
regular mice years before. It also occured rarely that they got caught, an instant attributed to their
intelligence and swiftness.
Clara hadn't found any evidence of mice of any kind living in their house yet, nor did she know that
any of her friends had laid eyes upon a real one. Was that so? A collection of tiny dirt drops beneath
the sideboard caught her attention.
Moving closer, she identified it as mice excrement. She crouched down to peak under the furniture
when suddenly something from out of the dark made an unexpected move towards her. She
shrieked up and jumped backwards from her crouching position which sent her painfully falling
onto her butt.
There, across the floor darted...to call this thing a mouse was obviously wrong, it looked like a tiny
doll to her, not taller than 5 centimeters (~2 inches)...what ever it was, it was moving quickly and
made it's way through the kitchen door to the hall, taking a left right into the living room. In her
mind still phillosophising on how to characterrize this little thing Clara realized too late that it was
getting away.
Getting up to start a pursuit her left ear picked up the monotone voice of the speaker on that radio
documentation about the island. He said: "As scientists have recently discovered, mouse-people are
capable of speech and many of them have leanred human languages."
Her thoughts where racing, 'this could turn very interessting.'
Released from her boredom she began to pursue but when she got into the living wrong the little
mouse person was no where to be found.
Casually she checked under every piece of furniture in the living wroom. Smirking she scooped up
piles of books and clothes that lay on the ground. Although unsuccessfull in her pursuit the game of
hide and seek with a tiny, interessting creature entertained her.
Part of her wanted to find it right away but another part wanted to keep looking for it, see it, loose it
again, chase it, hunt it down until finally, exhausted and cornered the little thing would have to
surrender.
But what would she do with it and she had it? She sure didn't want mice in her house. They shat
everywhere, chewed on clothes, furniture and food alike and they nested and produced offspring in
piece-rate work.
Many questions crossed her mind, she feared that little bastard of a mouse man that she had seen
had brought his whole family here and soon they would dart all over the floor and crap everywhere
and laugh at her while she tried invain to catch them. Well, now that she knew that they could talk,
she'd try to catch it and talk to it.
She heard a rash behind the showcase by the TV and quickly went to shove it aside. To light came a
little hole in the wall, where the mouse man must have gotten through. Smirking she said: "Okay
little one, you win this time."
In the following days Clara went to tidy up the house. Since Jasper had left things had gotten a little
out of hand and chaos had marched in. Strangely, when she was bored and didn't know what to do,
she never felt like cleaning up, but when there was more important stuff to do, she usually went to
clean up the house first. 'it should be the other way around' she thought.
But in this instance, cleaning up the house went hand in hand with her new goal to fight off
boredom: Catching a little mouse-person. She found out, half to her disgrace and half to her bliss,
that there where propably many mouse people allready living in Jasper's and Clara's home, evident
by several coolections of mouse shit on the floor in different parts of the house and also upstairs.
3 days after the first contact with a mouse-man she found another one. In the evening, she was
gathering up dirty socks from the floor when suddenly from under a sock sped a tiny mouse...girl.
She could tell in was a girl by it's physical apperance: Wider hips, smaller shoulders and also long
brown hair, she, or rather 'it', looked also a bit smaller than the first one she'd seen.
Not letting herself get distracted by thoughts a second time she quickly but gently put her right foot
in its way. The little creature was going for the drawer, under there Clara would not be able to reach
it. However with a massive foot in the way the tiny thing scurried left to get under the bed. "No, you
don't", said Clara and again quickly but gently placed her foot, this time the left, into it's path.
To her suprise, the tiny woman stopped and looked at her foot. Clara took a moment to marvell at
the sight of such a tiny, trembling...person, next to her gargantuan foot. She crouched down to scoop
up the little thing before it would decide to run again but at the last moment the little mouse ducked
under her outstrechted palm and darted for the drawer with the aquarium on it.
Seeing her chance to catch it slip away, Clara quickly rose up and violently slammed her foot into
the wooden floor, merely 2 centimeters from the fleeing girl. The tiny thing shrieked loudly, threw
itself backwards and slid feet first into her socked foot.
There it was, the tiny fragile thing that Clara had so longed for to hold it in her grasp, lying on the
ground next to her foot, it's face burried in it's hands sobbing uncontrollably. Clara became
awkwardly aware of her power over this tiny thing.
It was a pleasure for her, to look for the littles, and the two times she now got to chasing them
where also quite fun to her but to them it was a fight for survival. They didn't know what would
happen to them if they got caught. And neither did Clara for that matter. Yet.

Remorse mixed right into Clara's curiosity. She felt numb and a bit sick and she didn't quite know
what to do. Insecure she bent down to scoop the little thing up, even though it was only about 5
centimeters tall, she could feel it shake violently from fear. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,
you guys are just so...freaking quick, please don't cry, please, shhh, shh."
The warm air from Clara's mouth, washing over the tiny girls body was too much for her too
handle. Clara felt the little thing go limb, unconscious, and she started to feel even worse.
Still, it felt exciting holding the little thing. It was warm, and even though now it was completely
limb she could feel it's tiny breaths. The mouse-girl had long brown hair, a cute little face and so
smooth skin. It was clothed in a rag, slash, dress that was made from a green, woolen cloth.
Clara could tell that the dress was made from fluff of the green blanket on the couch. "Wow, you
guys get around the house quite much, huh?" As Clara caressed the little thing's back the dress tore
apart. "Oops, oh, im sorry.", talking more to herself than anybody else obviously.
Oh, it's skin felt so smooth and soft and warm. She brought the tiny naked thing up to her mouth
and kissed it. Clara was in love before she even knew it. The guilty feeling in her stomach didn't
want to go away but she said to herself that it might vanish as soon as she had gained the little one's
trust and established friendship.
So far so good, but she would have to wait for the little thing to wake up, to get started. She turned
to the desk, grabbed a pillow from the bed and put the little thing on it while she would check some
facts about the tiny mouse-people.
Wikipedia helped her out: Even though the "Mouse-People" (Mus Hominae) where genetically a
species of mice (mus) they had many homo sapien traits that made this particular species so
interessting. They walked upright, communicated via very well evolved languages, had neither fur
nor a tail and so on and so forth. To make it short, despite their size they looked quite like regular
homosapiens. However, their lifespan was only ten years (an outrageous lifespan for mice), they
reached puberty after only 1 year and they multiplied much faster than humans too. Not quite as fast
as regular mice, but still very, very quickly.
They clothed themselves, buildt shelters like huts or dug in caves and ate what they would find. All
too often they entered human houses to steal food, seek shelter from cats, martens and weasels or
gather generally usefull stuff like cloth, metal and so forth and sometimes they just stayed there.
The article said that many houses where propably infiltrated without any human noticing it, they
predominantly lived in old houses because they offered the most hiding spots: Holes in walls and in
the floor, especially floorboards where attractive to them because they could sometimes build entire
cities underneath.
Clara wondered just how many of them where living under the floor boards of their house and how
it must be to them. Sure when she walked around above their little civilization or what ever they
had propably build down there each footstep would create an ear deaffening boom and their world
would shake. To them, she was a giant, no wonder they hid and ran away as soon as she entered a
room. She couldn't help but feel a little bit aroused.
Looking back at the tiny girl she felt cleft in twain. Rationality told her that she was looking at an
animal, a parasite that stole her food, crapped on the floor and multiplied in her house without any
permission. But her heart told her that she wanted it. She wanted to keep the tiny thing, at least for a
little while to still her curiosity. If she eventually would get bored of it she could still put it in the
garden and try to drive out her clan aswell.
She caressed the tiny thing and kissed it a few times before she tunred back to the article. They
didn't carry any severe deseases. "Ha, good news!", she laughed as she realized she'd been kissing a
little naked rodent all the while without caring about any deseases it might carry.
Oh, it was so little and cute. She couldn't help it anymore. Overcome by curiosity and desire she
grabbed the little thing, hugged it, kissed it, squeezed it in her hands, smelt it, licked it...
"Get off my sister you giant fucking ogre!", the voice was soft and sounded far away, but it was
destinctly male. Male and blood coughingly angry. Claras heart raced, guiltily she put the little girl
down and tunred around. Noone there.
"You titanic twat, what do you think you're doing huh? You think 'cause you're so big you can do
what ever the fuck you want?", it clanged.
There, infront of the wardrobe stood an itsy bitsy, teenie weenie mouse man with the hands on his
hips, shouting monstrocities at her. "Put her down on the floor, monster cunt!"
Clara was impressed with the boldness of this tiny man. Standing at 1,65m and he at ~5 cm she was
33 times his size.
"Put her on the floor, ogre, right fucking now!", he sounded completely confindet. A glance back at
the tiny naked form on the pillow, still blacked out, she stood up and aproached the tiny shouting
man with slow and easy steps.
Her jawmuscles lost the fight against a giant playfull grin. The little guy was propably lucky she
didn't take it personally what he spout at her, she thought. But she understood his situation, he
couldn't know what we she was going to do with her little captive.
"Yeah, come for me you big ugly bimbo.", the man roared. It was obviously a move to distract her
so she looked back at the tiny girl on the desk. Nothing suspicious to be seen, she proceeded
towards the tiny man who in turn went backwards und ducked under the armoire. Clara nelt down
and peeked under it. The gap was too small for her hand but she could see his siluette in the
darkness.
"Haha, sucks if you're so big now, doesn't it?", it came from under there. Clara could spot the
siluette of a hole in the floor boards next to the man, his saftety net. Frustrated she looked around
the room, saw a long ruler on the floor and reached for it. Quickly she shoved it under the wardrobe
where she did see the hole and pushed the man away from it.
"No, fuck you!", he spat. But she had him. She used the ruler to send the man sprawling from
underneath the armoire and he was rolling helplessly over the floor boards. from her knees Clara
made a leap for him and before he could get up she put her right hand above him, his face peeking
out between her middle and ring finger.
Comming back to his senses the man fought back, he squirmed, kicked and bit her but it was no
use. She simply tranfered more weight on him until the quirming stopped. This was too fun. Just a
little more weight and with an "ooph", she could hear the air being pushed out of his lungs.
She kept it that way for two seconds and then released the pressure, still holding him in place. She
couldn't remember being this mean to any animal, or human being for that matter, but until today
noone or nothing had ever insulted her in such a gruesome way. She wasn't angry at all but it was an
excellent excuse to play a little evil.
Her face was now hovering directly above the man, an uncontrollable playfull grin on her lips and
burning curiosity in her eyes.
"Go ahead, ogre bitch, smush me.", the man's voice still sounded angry, but there was something
else. Clara knew, it was the sound of frustrated helplessness. She had heard it before on TV in a
soccer game that had ended 14 to nothing.
"Umm...no", she said, matter of factly. "Fine.", the man said, "Then fuck you and let me go."
"Doesn't it occur to you, that if you want something from me, being diplomatic about it might get
you a bit further than making me angry? You know the saying about 'biting the hand that feeds you',
well, you take it a bit further, you are litterally biting the hand that does not turn you into paste.", as
soon as she had said it, she realised that this was her first ever real conversation with a mouse-man.
His insults had distracted her. She was amazed and waited for him to say something.
"So what the fuck you want to do with me?", Gee, this boy was good. He made it sound like he was
bored of her, he sounded arrogant even. It was time to turn the tables for Clara. "Umm, I don't know
yet? Ha, this seize difference is so terribly unfair I could do what ever I want with you.", increasing
the pressure a bit and releasing it again, she smirked the most gigantic, playfull and propably evil
smirk that her face could muster. She felt the tiny man shiver under her hand and she could make
out the blatant fear in his eyes.
This was fun, but it was a guilty pleasure. No matter how bad the insults where, she should never
act like she was toying with his life. On top of that she noticed that she had actually become wet
and she couldn't explain to herslef why. The man looked good, propably slightly older than her, she
was 20, but it was clearly not he himself that aroused her. It dawned onto her that she got a kick
from power and her moral conscious was going haywire about it. It was time to end this awkward
situation and the cleverer would have to give in.
With a sigh she said: "You know how lucky you are that Jasper and I are such hippies? Come on,
let's make a trade: I get to talk to you for a while, you will answer my questions and you get to see
after your sister. She fell unconscious when I took her and I don't know if she is perfectly allright. If
she is in shock she might be in real danger, so lets see to that first."
"Do I have a choice, ogre mummy?", he was falling back into his arrogant tone, but this time he had
taken it a bit too far. "And you will drop those damn insults on me or I'll show you how ogrish I can
really be!", she shouted at him and his face turned to a grimace of pain. "Allright, please not so
loud!", he sounded severely in pain and she began to become calmer allready.
"Allright, little guy, but you should really drop the ogre. Humans can inflict and have indeed
inflicted the most horrible attrocities upon each other and other species alike and I really try in my
life to be as diplomatic and peacefull as I can be, okay? Please drop that, I may be 33 times your
size but I have feelings too, don't forget that.", she picked him up as she said it and help him gently
directly infront of her face.
He just stared at her and she could see the hate vanishing from his face. "I'm...sorry...umm.", he
stammered. Clara errupted into laughter, "Oh you cute little boy, that's allright." He obviously didn't
like to be called 'little' and even less a 'boy', but before he could open his mouth to protest Clara
went to the Desk and gently dropped the little man next to his sister. After a while of looking after
her he said: "I think she will be allright as soon as she wakes up.
Umm, you can ask me a few questions now if you like, as soon as my sister wakes up I want to
return her to our tribe."
Clara wasn't planning on letting them go but she decided to delay having the next conflict with this
little fighter until later. She had to take the opportunity of his cooperation.
So she began the interview.

The little man sat down on the pillow and looked up to her, awaiting the questions to be asked. He
was actually really good looking. Just like his sister he had full brown hair, allthough his was cut
short to a brush. Compared to his body size he had big arms and long legs.
He looked like a well trained guy to Clara, only that he was really tiny. He wore trowsers and sort of
a west that appeared to be made from some sort of leather. She was curious. "What are your clothes
made of?", she asked. "Frog skin.", came the answer. He made it sound tough, as if he had said 'bear
pelt' or something. Clara was amused.
During their conversation Clara learned alot about the tiny people that had invaded her home. John
answered her questions thoroughly although he never told her something that she didn't ask.
His name was John the brave, his sister was called Lea.
Their tribe had come into her house two months ago after a clash with another tribe in the garden.
They lived on stolen food from the cupboards and crumbs from the floor, they also hunted spiders,
snails and cockroaches if they found them. As soon as Clara would come into a room, announced
long before by her thundering footfalls, all gatherers would hide where they could, that was also
how Clara found Lea.
Lea was very young and unexperienced in the gatherer regiment, an experienced gatherer would not
have been in a place where a sock was the only thing to hide under. "Imagine if you stepped on
her.", John said grimmly, "She'd be dead now." "That and pretty much flattened.", Clara laughed
out. John just stared at her in disbelief.
The careless way in which she said made something evil dawn upon him. Clara felt it again, the
power rush. To be able to do to them what ever she wanted. If one of these tinies would find itself
under her full weight at some point they'd be mush.
They were so tiny and helpless...she felt herself becomming aroused again. Her moral conscious
cursed her but this time she enjoyed the thought for a little bit longer. John was still staring at her,
jaw dropped. "Aww, you little guys are just too cute.", She cooed with a smile, "And most of you
live under the floor boards, yeah?"
John was obviously uneasy. His earlier trust in her was vaining by the second. "There is no light
under the floor boards.", John said, lost in thought over if he could trust her or not and how he
would get himself out of this situation, "we get lost under there, we have to stay up here, mostly."
"And what about the holes that I saw under the wardrobe?", Clara asked. John stared back at her in
shock. He had told her too much. "Oops", smirking, Clara continued, "where do they lead if you
can't really go under the floor boards?"
John didn't like where this was going. "They are dummies right? To fool me and Jasper should we
ever look under the furniture?" John was shivering again. "I just have to know what to look for...",
and with that Clara turned around and scanned the floor of the room. In the middle of the room
there was the bed, well, a slatted bed frame with the matress on top, clearly there could be some
under there. Under the Wardrobe, certainly, and under the drawers too.
Perhaps even behind and between the high book shelves that stood behind bed against the wall.
John's behavior told her she was on the right track. They weren't any cities under the floor boards.
They were all up here, hiding somewhere and they were all within her reach. In her head she
imagined every room in their house and she saw the possible hideouts imediately.
She had what she wanted. Now she could actually go hunt them. But could she be certain? Clara
went over to the Wardrobe and dragged it aside. She spotted the hole right away. The tinies had
carved in the floor boards so a few of them could easily lay in there there and Clara would not be
able to see them - from a position infront of the wardrobe that meant.
It was more a pit than an actual hole, they just made it look like one in order to keep her from
pursuing. From above Clara could see right into it but right now there were no little people to be
seen. Still, the grin was back on her face.
Clara was eager to go hunt, but if she left the room John would find a way to escape and propably
took Lea with him. Standing in the middle of the room she looked at them and John looked back.
He was pale, he propably realized what he had done. Clara could see his tiny lips form a word:
"Ogre." But not a single audible sound crept above his tongue.
As if John had looked directly into her soul, Clara started to feel guilty again. She didn't really
know yet what she would do with the others that she'd find, she had talked to one, and she'd hugged,
kissed and caressed another one. But there was so much more she could do with them. Her dark
fantasies were in battle with her moral sense now. And somehow John knew.

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

Boom. Boom. Boom. The ground was shaking. Clara was scared. Everything was so god awfully
big. The Matress towered up at least 5 meters high next to her. The chest of drawers that still
contained John was propably 50 meters tall. She looked around fearfully. A mountain of clothes was
lying about 60 meters away on the floor. Would she be able to reach it?
Boom, boom it came from the door. With an ear shattering groan it swung open. Boom. Boom. With
two gargantuan steps the giantess entered the room.
Scared stiff, Clara just watched those absurdly large feet crash onto the floor boards. Legs twice as
thick as a bridge pier led up to wide hips, a flat belly, an ample bosom and then a familiar, cute and
ever smiling face. She knew the face. This was Vanessa, Clara's best friend.
The giantess stroked a strand of black hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She was
looking directly at Clara who was struggling not to wet herself from fear.
Boom. Boom. With two steps Vanessa was above her tiny prey. "Hey there, little girl.", Vanessa
cooed, her smile growing even wider.
Clara watched in horror as a gargantuan foot rose and swung above her. She had to move. Clara
ducked to the side, sprinted a few meters and made a roll forwards. Boom! Clara could feel the
wind of Vanessa's foot crashing down where she'd been standing only moments earlier. "Oops, I
nearly flattened you there, didn't I?", Vanessa said from above.
"Please take care where you step Vanessa.", Clara said dropping to her knees. Her heart was
pounding in her chest. "Oh, don't worry. I will.", and with that, Vanessa rose her foot above Clara
and brought it down until Clara was pinned.
She couldn't breath. She had to get out of here. Vanessa would crush her. She couldn't breath.
"Shhh", said Vanessa in a reassuring tone, "I mean you know harm."
I mean you no harm. The absurdity of the statement made Clara mad.
Feeling the pressure increase Clara felt like her last moment had come. She collected all her
strength that was left to let out a last scream.
"Noooooooooo!", Clara screamed into the room. She was awake. She could breath again, though
her breaths were as heavy as if she'd just made a 200 meter sprint. She was drenched in sweat.
'What a terrible experience', she thought.
Sinking back onto the pillow Clara thought about the dream. It was awkwardly clear to her that the
dream had been a reflection upon what she did to Lea last night and it filled her with regret. How
could she let herself go in such a way?
She remembered how good it felt, letting go, but she wasn't quite sure now if it had been worth it.
She remembered how she almost crushed Lea to death. She couldn't understand why it was turning
her on so much. Even thinking about it now she could feel the arousal build up inside her. No, Clara
decided. She would have to protect little Lea from herself. She was such a sweet and innocent girl.
Clara forced herself to get up. Daylight was allready dripping in from behind the courtains and a
look to the watch told Clara that it was half past eight allready. Clara put on some new clothes for
today, leaving the old ones in a pile in front of the matress and opened the courtains. A Beautiful
day.
She carefully took the pillow from the shelf but Lea wasn't on it anymore. She grabbed the chair
from the desk and climbed on it to be able to scan the shelf from eye level. Behind a box with
drawing appurtenances Clara found her. The little girl was sitting on the wood, her arms around her
knees, rocking back and forth. Clara took her and climbed down from the chair. Lea looked like she
hadn't slept at all. Tears were rolling from her red swollen eyes, over dark shadows down her rosy
cheeks.
Clara felt her eyes burn. "I'm so sorry.", she said as she started sobbing. She pressed the tiny girl
against her chest and cried. They both cried. After a while Clara withdrew little Lea from her chest
to inspect her for injuries. She had to constantly wipe the tears from her eyes to be able to see. Lea
was bruised over and over. "Why.", Lea wispered, "Why did you do this?"
"I dont know.", Clara said between sobs, "Some thing is wrong with me. I have never done this to
anybody, or anything. I don't know, I completely lost controll yesterday. Oh Lea, I'm so sorry."
"You...you almost killed me!", Lea said bewildered, "I thought you'd be nice. I thought you'd not
hurt me. I thought you'd...you know. You could be my big awsome friend." Lea was breathless
when she said the word 'friend' but Clara raised her head at the word.
"Can you forgive me?", Clara looked Lea into the eyes. She had hope. But she knew it would take
long to repair the feelings she'd crushed yesterday. But Lea said nothing.
They were interrupted by a tiny rumble from Lea's stomach. She groaned and put her hands on her
tummy. "Uhoh", Clara said, "Somebody is hungry."
Just in that moment a bigger rumble shook Clara's body. Lea stared terrified at Clara's stomach and
Clara couldn't help but smile a little. "Let's have break fast.", Clara decided.
"I'm sorry I destroyed your dress. If you are cold just say something, mhhkay?", Clara looked at Lea
as she carried her downstairs into the kitchen. She seemed to be handling it pretty well. Lea wasn't
crying anymore but she was still shivering with fear.
Clara felt the urge to kiss her, but she knew she'd have to resist or Lea would freak out. After
putting Lea on the glass table in the kitchen Clara distracted herself by putting the food on the table.
Bread, Cheese, Milk, Ham. After she cooked herself some tea, Clara sat down at the table and
buttered a piece of toast. Lea was still standing there at the edge of the table, just staring back.
"Come on, Lea. You have to eat something.", Clara exhorted her but Lea only looked around at the
mountains of food that Clara had provided before emptily staring back at her again. "Allright.",
Clara said, "Let's see if you can reject this." And she walked over to the fridge and returned with a
little piece of lemon pie in her hand. She put it right infront of Lea and observed if it would have the
desired effect.
To Clara it was much less than a mouth full but it looked like Lea would take at least three days to
eat it all up. The cake had sugar icing on top and it smelled fantastic. Clara heard Lea's stomach
make a noise as the tiny girl looked at the delicious treat. Then there was no restraining anymore.
Lea let herself fall to her knees and dug her little hands into the pie. She broke off a piece of icing
and knead it into the dough before pressing the far too large bite into her little mouth.
Clara's heart was jumping with relief as she observed. It looked so sweet: The cute little girl
amongst those giant pieces of food, eagerly shoving hands full of pie into herself. Clara ducked
under the glass table to see her from beneath. She could see Lea's tiny naked but pressing against
the thick glass top. Oh, so sweet. She imagined her own naked butt pressing Lea against the glass
and she felt her libido rise again.
Quickly, Clara rose up again from under the table. She knew were this was leading but she would
spare Lea today if she could. Lea didn't notice how Clara uneasily shifted in her chair. She looked
so tiny and helpless.
Stop this! Clara got up. "I, uh, I have to go to the bathroom.", she lied, "be right back. Enjoy the
cake." Clara almost ran out of the kitchen. She took some deep breaths before climbing the stairs.
Walking through the hallway towards the bathroom she came by the large armoire where Jasper
stored his clothes. She was going to crouch down and peek under it before she stopped herself.
"No.", she said, awkwardly aware of the fact that she was talking aloud to herself.
'Cool off', she thought, 'get your freaking head straight.' She entered the bathroom, undressed and
went straight for the shower. She turned the handle to the right as far as it went and took deep
breaths as the ice cold water ran down her naked body. Her right hand pounded the tiles on the floor
until it hurt really bad. The cold water and the aching hand helped her get her mind back on track.
When she stepped out of the shower Clara was still shivering. From cold this time, not anticipation.
She was cool again. Clara dried herself with a towel and got dressed. It felt good, having a clear
mind.
When she came out of the bathroom she noticed a little mouse-man standing in the middle of the
hall way, jawdropped and terrified, staring at her.
Clara sighed. So many temptations in this damn house. "Run.", she suggested and she stomped her
right foot onto floor boards to give it a little more weight. The man dropped the pieces of cloth that
he'd been carrying, spun around and ran for his life.
Clara took a few steps to scoop up and look at what he had dropped. It was a shirt and a pair of
trowsers, both seemingly made from a colorfull collection of threats of various textiles around the
house. With the clothes she returned to the kitchen.
Lea's face was sprinkled with pie and icing and Clara smiled at the sight. To her astonishment Lea
had eaten half of the pie, but now she was full and just sitting next to it holding her belly.
"I brought you some clothes.", Clara said friendly. She dropped the shirt and trwosers next to Lea.
The tiny girl went to get dressed imediately. It was a bit large but it fit.
The crunching sound of the toast being pulped by Clara's maw made Lea spin around fearfully. She
watched in horror as a piece of toast almost as big as herself was being ground into paste between
Clara's molars.
"Oh, I'm sorry.", Clara said a little awkward and continued to eat with a closed mouth. "So, you
liked the pie?", she asked. It was a long pause before Lea spoke: "I have never eaten anything that
was even half as tasty as that pie."
"I'm glad you liked it.", Clara smiled, "Did you ever have pie before?" Clara wanted to keep the
conversation going and avoid the awkward silence. "No", Lea said after a shorter pause, "You
allways keep it in the fridge. We can't get to it. I have smelled it many times and I allways longed
for tasting it but until today that has been an un fulfillable dream. "
"If you want some more, you can allways ask me." Clara tried to cheer Lea up. Lea seemed to have
lightened up a bit allready from the treat and not having to be naked anymore but Clara could tell
that she was still filled with fear.
"What can I do to get that fearfull look off your face?" Clara said and smiled the warmest and most
reassuring smile that she could give. Lea stared up at her, dumbstruck. Filled with hate, she asked
sarcastically: "I don't know, can you unrape me?"
Clara cupped her mouth with both her hands in shock. Her eyes were burning like fire and it wasn't
long before tears were rolling down her cheeks again. Lea looked up at her with a mixture of hate,
disappointment, fear and emptiness on her face.
Clara couldn't watch it anymore. She burried her face in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably. For
minutes she just sat there and cried. She was muttering things that neither Lea nor Clara could
comprehend and when she lifted her head and let her hands sink onto the table her face looked
swollen like she had been in a sauna for three consecutive days.
Clara stared out of the window, not saying anything.

Clara had never been so sad in her entire life. She couldn't undo what she had done to Lea. She
allready regretted it with a full heart and she wanted desperately for Lea to forgive her, but despite
all her size, weight and power she couldn't make her.
The hate in Lea's voice hurt Clara's heart like a dagger. She felt nauseous and closed her eyes and
cupped them with her left hand.
When she felt a tiny gentle hand touch her arm she looked down. Little Lea was stroking her skin.
Her eyes looking up right into Clara's bore no hatred anymore. Only sadness.
"Don't torture yourself.", Lea said. It was the first time that Lea had touched Clara on her own
accord. "I'm so sorry.", Clara wispered. "I know", Lea answered, "Now I know." She withdrew her
tiny hand from Clara's arm.
"What is happening next?", Lea asked Clara. "I do not know.", Clara said in thoughts, "Should I let
you go?"
Lea seemed to think about it for a while. "How about you let John go for now he loves his freedom,
you know.", Lea said slowly, "I'll stay with you for a while and we help each other deal with
this...situation."
Clara was surprised: "You want to stay with me? After what I did to you last night?" Lea returned
her look seriously. "I think you'd never forgive yourself otherwise. And besides, despite...last
night...you seem to be such a nice and caring person. You know I don't have any real friends in my
tribe. All they think about is gathering food. Day in, day out. We gather and eat what you consider
dirt. We can't allways find bread or cheese on the floor. Once our gatherers scrapped what was left
of a spider that was stuck to the sole of your sandals in the night and part of it was my share for the
next day. I tell you, you don't want to know how it tastes."
"I bet cake is a lot better.", Clara said with a tearfull smile, "Okay then, let's get John."
Clara ran upstairs to get John. Not surprisingly he was as angry as ever when she took him from his
glass prison. He cursed the most faul insults at her but Clara didn't mind. What Lea had said made
her heart flutter with joy and John was not going to get her mad this time.
She put him right beside Lea and the two hugged. Lea told him what they had agreed upon but
when John wanted to know about Lea's bruises and she wouldn't tell him, things got out of hand.
"What did she do to you!?", he roared, "Spit it out!" "No.", Lea answered firmly, "That's between
me and Clara and nobody else."
"Wait until father or the chieftain hear about this, they'll exile you to the garden and the flower-bedtribesmen
will have their way with you.", He countered. "They can't.", Lea said matter of factly,
"I'm staying with Clara."
This was too much for John. He raised his fist and swung it violently towards his little sisters face.
Clara had been anticipating this moment the entire time. Before his fist could impact on Lea's
beautiful face she gave the tiny man a flick with her index finger. It hit his torso and he screamed in
pain. He flew a few centimeters before coliding with the cheese.
John got up and glared at Clara, trying to make a step forwards before dizzily falling to the ground
again. "It's not so nice being hit by someone who is bigger than you is it?", Clara laughed. Toying
with John was nice because he left no room for pitty. He was a fighter and he was getting back up,
every time.
Clara made a move to flick him again but Lea said: "Thank you Clara, that will be enough."
"Never", Clara spoke to John, "will you raise your hand against your sister again. Do you
understand?" Clara was serious. John mumbled something Clara couldn't comprehend and Lea
touched Clara's hand again. "Thank you", she wispered and Clara smiled back.
After that Clara dictated John an agreement. She would provide some food for them, under the
cupboards in the kitchen, not every day but every now and then. In return they would see to dispose
of their excrements so she wouldn't have to clean up the house every other day.
Clara put John down by her feet and he looked up at her clearly intimidated by her gargantuan body.
Clara didn't fight the arousal it gave her. She had Lea on her side and soon enough she'd be able to
release some pressure on some unfortunate being she'd find.
She gave John the rest of Lea's piece of cake and sent him off to spread the word. Without another
word he darted under the cuppboard.

Clara gathered the things from the table and stored them away. "So, what do you want to do?", Lea
wanted to know. "Have you looked outside?", Clara suggested, "It's such a beautiful sunny day.
How about we go sunbathing for a bit huh?" "Sounds good.", Lea said with a yawn, "I could use a
nap. Haven't slept all night because, you know." "Let's not talk about it anymore for now, okay?",
Clara looked at the tiny girl on the table. Lea retunred her look. "Okay.", she said.
With Lea in her hand Clara crossed the terrace and stepped onto the lawn. Her deckchair was
waiting for her right in the middle of it. She put Lea down on the chair and went to the garden shed
for a pillow and a stool for Lea to rest upon.
She deposited the pillow on the stool and the stool next to the chair. When she turned around her
butt was hoving in front the chair and Clara could hear Lea gasp.
"Shut that off, silly. If I was going to sit on you I wouldn't take the trouble to build you a throne.",
Clara said. It was intended as a joke but Lea apologized seriously: "Sorry, Clara."
"Don't be.", Clara said, "I will have to learn how to not intimidate you with my size. If you fear me
it makes me sad. I want you to be my friend."
Lea looked much happier. Clara scooped her up and put her on the pillow. It was indeed a beautiful
day. The sun was hot, the grass was green and the flowers were blooming in red, yellow and purple.
Clara took a deep breath of the exciting smells of the garden. She sliped out of her shorts and tank
top.
Clara didn't mind sunbathing in underwear or even naked. The neighbours houses were far away
and there were trees and bushes obstructing the view. She decided to not go naked though, she
wanted to spare tiny Lea from having to look at her crotch. Anything that reminded her of last night
was to be avoided.
Even now, in underwear, Clara could see Lea giving her fearfull glimpses now and then.
"So", Clara said laying down her deckchair, "tell me about these 'flower-bed-tribesmen' that John
was talking about. Do they live in my garden?"
Lea yawned before she spoke. The 'flower-bed-tribesmen' were another tribe of mouse-people. They
had driven the now called 'house-tribesmen' out of the garden when they arrived.
Their tribe was larger in numbers and they faught a little more eagerly, according to Lea. There had
been a few skirmishes with them. With spears and clubs. The house-tribesmen lost and withdrew
from the garden.
"What do they eat here?", Clara wanted to know. "Well", Lea said, "they can hunt insects like snails
and bugs or larger stuff like...well..mice, frogs, that sort of thing. They also feed off the vegetables
you grow here."
Clara made a note in her mind to scotch that. "You know, back when we ruled the garden we never
had food shortages.", Lea continued, "We dug caves in the earth where we stored the food over the
winter. It was much better..."
With a yawn Lea felt silent. Clara leaned over to her and saw that the tiny exhausted girl had fallen
to sleep. Smiling, Clara caressed the the little girl's back a few times before leaning back and
closing her eyes.
The sun felt nice on her skin. She thought about how tiny and helpless lound mouth John had
looked when she had put him on the floor. Her left hand stroked her crotch and she bit her lip.
After half an hour of sunbathing Clara peaked over to Lea. The little girl's dark eyes were shut. She
was getting some well deserved rest.
Clara looked around in the garden. 'Flower-bed-tribesmen, uhuh.', she thought, 'Let's find out how
much you can take.'
She stood up and strolled around the beds but the only thing she could find were tiny foot steps on
the soft top soil.
When she came by the salad she took some more time to search. She was brushing through the
leaves when suddenly a tiny man ran from under the salad. He was quick. He made his way to her
right towards the dark part of the garden, under the old apple tree where Jasper had piled the billets
of wood.
Clara ran after him and she was quickly getting closer. As the tiny man felt a tremor right behind
him he made a cut to the left and slid beneath a leaf that had fallen from the tree.
When he had made the cut Clara had stepped over the man. She came to a sliding halt and looked
where he'd gone. A moving leaf caught her eye.
Smiling she towered over it and let her foot decent upon it slowly. Pushing down the leaf with her
bare foot she could feel there was something moving underneath. She had him.
Thinking about what to do with him she decided to statisfy a curiosity that she had had right from
the beginning. A quick glance to the deckchair to assure that Lea was still asleep and she focused
back to the man beneath her foot.
Clara playfull put a little more weight on her unfortunate victim and she could feel him struggle.
Just a bit more, the struggling increased. And more, the struggling ceased. She let go a bit and he
squirmed again. This was fun.
Feeling evil Clara increased the pressure on him once again. A bit more this time. And more. And
more. With an audible squelch she put her full weight ontop of him. The grin on her face just
couldn't get any wider. This was awsome and it made her so hot.
She let her weight rest upon him for a little bit longer before using her foot to push the leaf aside.
There he was. It seemed that his body had partially flattened and had partially been driven into the
soil. His dead empty eyes stared to his right side. One could still make out his features clearly just
that his torso and head were wider, flatter than they should have been.
Clara followed his gaze. There, next to the shelter with the wood was a tiny mouse hole.
Conveniently, there was the scoop that she used for repotting lying right next to it.
A glance back to the deck chair, Lea was still asleep, and Clara began shoveling.
A male shout and a female shriek was heard from the mouse hole as she dug a little deeper. Clara bit
her lip with anticipation.

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.

Clara took the two mouse girls inside. She was unsure what to do now.
For Lea's sake she should propably give Iri some food and then watch TV or do something else
distracting. But she was way too turned on right now.
She put Lea infront of the TV, on National Geographic there was a documentation about Orcas or
'killer whales' and Lea was excited to watch it.
Clara decided to turn the volume just a little bit louder than usual. Just to be sure.
"I'll just take Iri upstairs and get her clean.", Clara said. Iri was still dirty from the collapsed cave
earlier.
"Allright.", Lea said but Iri looked devastated. "You'll like her when you come to know her better.",
Lea tried to cheer her up. Clara doubted it.
Neither of them said a word as Clara took Iri upstairs. The girl looked frightened. Clara carelessly
tore Iri's clothes off and scrubbed the dirt off her skin.
When she withdrew the tiny girl from the running water Clara was almost panting with anticipation.
She dumped Iri into the basin and went to undress herself. She slipped out of her shirt and undid her
bra, she brought down her shorts und got out of her panties.
Her snatch really was glistening wet. Clara grinned wickedly. Her knees where almost giving in
from horniness.
The tiny girl was bewilderd. Clara only smiled. "This is what I get if you don't want to be
smushed.", She playfully walked over to the basin towering over her tiny victim, "Better give your
best."
Clara took her and sat down on the toilett lid and dumped Iri right infront of her awaiting vagina. "I
expect you know what to do?", Clara shivered with excitement, "After all, you have one of these
too. Only smaller."
Hesitantly, the tiny girl went to work and Clara was in heaven at once. Iri caressed the inner lips
with her hands but knew it wouldn't be enough for long. She couldn't reach Clara's clittoris so she
set a foot into her snatch and dragged herself up holding onto the skin of the inner lips.
Load moans where allready escaping Clara's mouth. No wonder, given that foreplay.
Now Iri was on Clara's clit, allready swollen to the size of her own head. She caressed it with her
hands and Clara moaned loudly.
Following an intuition Iri leaned in and began to lick Clara's most sensible spot with her teenie
weenie tongue. Clara screamed with lust and spamsed in the toilett seat but Iri was able to hold on.
Iri worked Clara harder and harder but she had partially slipped into the giant girl's snatch. She
slipped and was sucked in up to her waist. Iri struggled to get free but Clara's love muscles
squeezed her tight.
Clara noticed what was going on and laughed drunken with lust and power. Two fingers pushed the
tiny girl deep inside herself and her thumb caressed her clitoris.
Her fingers thrust in and out without regard for her little play things safety and her love muscles
held against them.
Iri was vermin. If Clara crushed her during their play, so be it. She'd die serving a greater good.
Clara thought about how she crushed those men. How they got oblitarated under her weight. How
they begged, how they screamed. Two thousad three hundred times times their weight.
Clara's back arched as she climaxed. She gave herself a few more strokes before she plummeted
down on the toilett lid. Panting, she leaned forward to look for Iri.
Clara pushed the little girl from within herself. It looked a little like giving birth. With a wet splotch
Iri fell from Clara's snatch onto the toilett lid.
The tiny thing was covered in slime. She crawled on all fourths and coughed up Clara's juices. The
little girl had almost drowned.
Clara laughed: "This was great. Have you come to like me better know that you know me from the
inside?"
Iri only coughed up more slime.
Clara grabbed her tiny toy by the leg and dangled her infront of her face. Slowly she lowered Iri
into her mouth. After sucking her clean of the juices Clara moved the little doll onto her mollars.
She wondered if she'd be able to eat her. It sure would be exciting. She'd eaten and swallowed
bigger pieces of food.
But not before Clara would have enjoyed her in other ways for a few times more.
Iri faught back but Clara's tongue made short work of her struggles. She pushed the girl against the
roof of her mouth. This was how the orcas ate their penguins. Crushing them with their tongue.
They even spat out the skin.
Clara could picture herself trying that out.
She smirked and sighed at the same time. She would require more mouse people. She should go
hunt later.

Iri looked even worse than Lea had. Of course, Clara had given even less regard for her safety when
she abused her. She was wondering about how she'd explain the bruises to Lea. Iri's state of mind
seemed a bit shaken but not as much devasted as Lea had been just this morning. Flower-bed-tribes
people seemed to be tougher after all.
Clara was still feeling the power rush. Her lust for killing hadn't ebbed away either. Recapitulating,
she couldn't tell what came over her. One moment she was bathing in the sun, the next she was
brutally butchering little humans. She toyed with Iri in der hands. Groping her breasts, twisting her
arms until the little girl flinched in pain.
What was it about these tiny dolls that made abusing them so much fun, Clara asked herself.
"When Lea asks you were you got the bruises from you tell her you ran away and I caught you.",
Clara commanded. The little girl nodded her head. It was too easy but it wasn't right. Clara was
bored of feeling guilty but couldn't help it. She had felt the same way after Lea, she guessed that
when the heat cooled off and the desire was satisfied rationality fell on more fertile sole in her
mind.
Clara got dressed and brought Iri downstairs into the living room again. She put the two tiny girl's
next to each other on the sofa. Lea looked confused from Clara to Iri and back. "Clara.", Lea's tone
was reproachful again, "What did you do? Why is Iri all beaten up and you drenched in sweat?"
Clara hadn't noticed until Lea told her. "She made a run for it.", Clara quickly invented a story, "It
was hell a trouble catching her. I didn't mean to hurt her but she almost got away, you see." "Is that
true?", Lea demanded to know.
She turned towards Iri who kept quiet for a few seconds and then nodded her head. Clara smiled
warmly. "You dumb fool!", Lea blamed Iri, "She could've accidently stepped on you or something!"
Iri lowered her head.
"Were'd you get your bruises from?", Iri's question came sudden and unexpected. The warm smile
vanished from Clara's face immediately. Lea stammered, then looked at Clara for help. "She fell.",
Clara said quickly, "I, uh, I dropped her. I'm such a klutz sometimes."
"Sure.", Iri said. It was just one word, but it meant a whole lot more. She didn't believe it. Lea and
Clara looked at each other for some time before Clara broke the awkward silence: "How come you
safed Iri's life, Lea?"
Lea was taken aback. "I, uh...", she stammered. "Wasn't it her Clan that drove yours out of my
garden?", Clara pushed her a bit more. "Yeah", Lea said, "but see...it seemed so...mean." Clara
looked at her sceptically.
"Tell me about the time when your tribe came into my garden", Clara demanded of Iri. The flower
bed tribes girl looked at her for a moment before she spoke: "We marched for several days, our
tribe, I mean. We found a nice place not far from here but our scouts brought back reports of a much
better location. You see, for humans to plant crops in their yard is quite rare, at least that's what our
chieftain told me. In your garden we had the crops on top of the stuff we would usually get. Worms,
snails, frogs perhaps and all that."
Iri looked at Lea before she went on: "Of course, her tribe was allready occupying it. So we drove
them out." "How?", Clara asked. "Well, we fought them.", Iri said shrugging her shoulders, "When
our people met their people while hunting or gathering they'd...you know - club each other to death
and the winning side would continue. They learned pretty fast that we are stronger and more eager
than them."
What a cruel, primitive world they lived in, Clara thought. Lea's facial expression had darkened.
"You are too sweet and good for this world.", Clara said with a glee full smile. She took Lea,
brought her up to her mouth and kissed her on the head. Clara understood why Lea prefered being
with her over being with her tribe. She put the poor, confused girl back down next to Iri.
"So.", Clara concluded, "You come into my garden, steal my crops and kill your own kind. Don't
you find that a little...mean?" "It's the right of the strongest", Iri began before she understood what
Clara was getting at. Clara smiled at the girls.
Lea looked grim. She rolled her eyes before she adressed Iri: "Well, if you confess to not being any
better than her, she might aswell go ahead and trample you. Sorry for the trouble of saving you from
under foot and all that. Clara, do as you wish."
Iri swallowed hard and looked at Clara who only laughed. "She is being sarcastic.", Clara
explained, "She tells you you are a hypocrite. You don't want me to kill your people but you are
very happy to kill hers."
"Oh...", Iri said as the penny dropped. Lea sighed: "Why do I even bother with flower bed people?"
She turned towards the TV and pretended not to be part of the conversation anymore.
Clara heard the phone ring in the kitchen. "Huh? Who could that be?", She wondered but when she
picked up the call she froze for a moment. It was Vanessa.
"Hey there, how are you?", Vanessa cheered happily. "I, uh", Clara began but she had to shake her
head a few times to get the dream off her mind. "I'm fine and you?", she was finally able to say.
"Wow, you sound out of breath, where you running? Anyway, I'm back in town and I'd like to pay
you a visit. How does that sound to you?", Vanessa asked. Clara cheered: "Yes please! Bring some
bubbly or white whine? I have some thing I must show you, it's a surprise!" "Cool.", Vanessa said,
"When can I come?" "When you like!", Clara responded, "I'm here all day anyway. Jasper is in the
south."
"Great!", Vanessa cheered, "It's a girls night then." "Well", Clara mumbled in thoughts, "I might
invite some small guys over to play." "Small guys? What are you talking about?", Vanessa wanted
to know but Clara decided not to spoil anything yet. "Weirdo", Vanessa teased. "Oh yeah?", Clara
said daring, "I had a dream about you last night." "Uhh..", Vanessa laughed, "Was I good?"
Clara waited a few seconds before she simply said: "Nope." Both girls laughed. "Allright", Vanessa
cooled down, "I'll see you today then." They wished each other good bye and Clara hung up.
Clara hadn't seen Vanessa in almost a year. They'd have a fun time today. She busied herself with
preparations for her guest. Iri and Lea sat a little apart from another and watched TV. Iri looked
frightened like she never had seen a TV before.
The little girl jumped up in terror when Clara vacuumed the living room. As Clara playfully raised
the nozzle to her she screamed in panic and ran to the other edge of the sofa.
Clara laughed and Lea shook her head. Then it was time for lunch. Clara unceremoneously grabbed
Iri and took her to the kitchen.
"Don't look so confused, you are my slave, remember? You are going to help me with the food.",
Clara told her. She tried to let her do many things, but Iri was too small for all of them. She couldn't
effeciently shell or cut onions, or prepare the meat or cook the noodles. "You are useless.", Clara
sighed. She put the little girl on the glass table and started to cut onions.
"You want to know what I enjoy about crushing?", Clara asked her abrubtly. Iri stared at her in
shock. "That's the thing.", Clara said, "I don't know. It's just...fun. I know it's evil and mean and all
that. But it's so unbelievably...nice." Clara was getting wet down below. "It gets me horny for some
reason.", Clara went on, "I think if you where my size you'd enjoy it too." Iri started to shake with
fear. "Aww, don't be afraid", Clara cooed, "Although...so far I've only crushed three men. I wonder
what a girl feels like."
Iri broke down to her knees and cried bitterly. "Aww.", Clara belittled her with a smile, "I'm so
mean!"
Clara finished the onions and put them into the pan. She added oil with garlic and salt and fried
them until they where glassy. Then she put the beef in, added pepper and waited for the meat to turn
brown. She put the noodles on the stove in a pot and added passata to the beef, oil and onions. "This
has to cook for about 15 minutes", Clara said, "I hope you can make me cum before it burns. I crush
you, if you don't." She grabbed Iri and went outside.
Poor little Iri was shivering with fear. "Don't worry. I'm not going to shove you inside me again.",
Clara tried to calm her down as they approached the lawn, "What you did with your tongue felt
amazing." Clara put her little doll down on the grass and pinned her with her foot while she
undressed. When she undid her shorts she accidently put a little too much weight on the tiny girl.
With an "Ooph", the air got crushed out of Iri.
"Oops, are you allright?", Clara withdrew her foot. Iri got up slowly, holding her side. "It hurts.",
She said gritting her teeth. Clara sat down on the lawn infront of the little girl. Naked. "Time is
running.", Clara said. Gruntingly Iri went to work.
Her little tongue worked wonders. Clara had a hard time restraining herself from just grabbing her
and using her as a dildo but she was rewarded for it at the end.
Clara's fingernails dug into the earth as she came. "Well, that wasn't so horrible now, was it?", Clara
said breathing heavily as she got up. Iri still held tight to her crotch. Clara snatched her from it and
brought her up to examine the tiny girl. She pushed the side Iri had been holding with her finger.
The little girl screamed in pain. "I think a rib is broken.", Clara said. She could sense the fear in Iri
immerdiately. Poor little thing thought the worst part was over allready. "I'll put you out of your
misery", Clara decided. "No, please, Clara don't!", Iri was pleading.
"Sorry little friend.", Clara smiled, "But I let you choose how I do it." "No, no, no", Iri stammered.
"I could trample you.", Clara thought about creative ways to do it while she spoke, "Or I could sit
on you, swallow you, chew you, crush you with my tongue, between my toes, tear you to
pieces...Hey, I could crush you between my soles, we'll call it the 'vermin press' what do you think?"
Iri stared back at her in disbelief shaking wildly.
"Well", Clara said, "If you don't say anything I will just shove you up my butt." Clara wanted to see
how Iri would react. She wasn't even sure if she was able to do something that cruel. It was a dare.
If Iri dared to choose a nicer death Clara would give it to her. But was she not brave enough she'd
have to suffer the fate.
"Allright.", Clara said, "Butt it is." Clara stood up and spread her legs a bit. She used her left hand
to spread her cheeks and brought her little doll to her anus with the other. Iri pleaded the entire time.
Clara pushed the tiny girl head first into her butt hole. At first there was some resistance and Clara
was worried that she'd break before she slipped in but then it went smooth. Once a little bit of Iri
had been pushed inside the rest got sucked in aswell. At last only the little girls feet where sticking
out. Clara gave them a push and little Iri was fully inside.
Clara looked around in the garden. If any little people had seen that? What a show. She laughed
when she felt Iri struggle in her behind. She wondered when it would stop. Sitting down would be
interessting. Also...taking a poop. Clara got dressed and returned to the kitchen.
Inside she turned the stove off and put the food on the table. She went to the living room, got Lea
and brought her to the glass table.
Clara sat down infront of the dishes. "Mmmh, looketh what I hath edowed you with.", Clara joked.
Lea looked around the table. "Were is Iri?", she asked. Clara smiled. "I grew tired of her.", She said
putting noodles on her plate, "So I-", Lea gave her a sharp look, "-put her in the garden. I set her
free."
Lea was sceptical. "You truly did that?", She asked. "Yeah.", Clara said blushing. She lost the fight
against a giant grin over what she had done. Lea looked concerned. "Clara", she said, "What did
you do." "Umm, nothing.", Clara laughed. "Did you crush her?", Lea pursued further. "No.", Clara
said honestly. "Is she still alive?", Lea asked fearfully. "I think so...oh, yes!", Clara giggled. Lea
looked up at her in confusion. "Were is she?", Lea wanted to know but Clara only burst into
laughter.
Clara had an idea. "You want to safe her?", she asked. "Yes!", Lea said eagerly.
-
"You did what?!", Lea cupped her mouth with her hands after Clara told her were Iri was. She
looked at Clara as if she was concerned for her mental health. "Okay", Lea tried to rationalize,
"Let's think practical, can't you...push her out?"
"I could.", Clara said, surpressing a laugh, "But it may smush her too." She grabbed some pack
threat from the cupboard and gave it to Lea. "Tie it to your foot.", Clara said. Lea swallowed hard
but complied. Clara got rid of her shorts and slipped out of her panties. Lea trembled at the sight of
Clara's wet snatch. "If you want to save her, you must be quick.", Clara admonished her. "Okay.",
Lea nodded her head twice, "do it."
Clara grabbed her tiny friend and thrust her into her butt crack. She'd give her about 2 minutes to
get Iri in a position from which they both could be pulled out by the cord. She felt both of them
moving in her anus.
It was a strange feeling sending someone on a rescue mission inside herself. It was all crazy
anyway. Why had she forced a tiny living creature into her butt hole? What had ridden her?
When she felt the time was right Clara laid onto her back, reached around her behind and pulled the
string. Slowly and carefully she pulled Lea out. When Clara felt the first tiny being plop out she
continued to pull until a second one fell out and both plummeted to the floor. Lea had held onto Iri's
ankles.
Clara got up to look at them at once. Both girls where coughing and gagging. They had a few brown
stains here and there and they smelled horrible.
Clara laughed at them and both girls angrily glared back at her.

"What the hell is wrong with you?", Lea was furious. Her eyes where sparkling with anger as she
hatefully stared up at Clara. After Iri just couldn't gag or cough anymore the little girl rolled on her
side and curled up into a ball.
"Right of the strongest.", Clara said with a smile, "Also, she agreed to being my little play thing. I
do with her as I please." "My brother was right, you are an ogre!", Lea spat. Clara leaned over the
tiny girl, smiling: "You know that's the rules they live by. They want to live by them. I'll let'em have
it."
"I thought you'd be better than that.", Lea said shaking her head. "I thought so too.", Clara agreed,
"But see, it's fun being mean for once. I've allways been the little decorous girl. Now I get to feel
what it's like to be the big bad one. And believe it or not, it's awsome!"
Lea boggled. But the look on her face became a little curious. "Secretly you wish you were me,
don't you.", Clara whispered. Lea looked to the side. "You noticed I'm even little amongst my own
puny little people.", Lea said sorrowful, "I'm allways getting pushed around. In the clashes with the
flower beds people we little girls where allways on the shorter end. A drag to our side and a
welcome prize to play with for the other."
Lea looked up at Clara who smiled. "I'm not going to push you around as long as you don't stand in
my way.", Clara said. "It's hard to stand.", Lea replied, "Seeing you toy with a little helpless thing
like that. Makes me feel so helpless too."
"I'm going to have my fun whether you like it or not, sorry.", Clara said seriously, "I don't know,
perhaps this is just a short phase. Maybe I'll get bored of it eventually. But I will try stuff out and
play until then. I really like you and I don't want to hurt you. If you want to live you'll have to stay
with me, they are not going to let you back into their world. But if you stay you must not stand in
my way either, allright?"
Lea lowered her head and nodded. "Why me?", Lea wanted to know, "What's so special about me?"
Clara looked at her from above. "You and I seem to be more alike than you might think. And...I
don't know, I just like you I guess. You are so sweet. I swear I'd kiss you right know if you wheren't
smelling like poo.", She laughed, "Let's get you clean and then eat."
Clara got rid of her T-shirt and bra aswell. She felt like being naked. Naked and powerfull. She had
overcome her own moral doubts and she'd just gotten rid of Lea bugging her about it. It was time to
be free.
She didn't take Lea's clothes with her when she went upstairs to clean the girls.
Clara put Lea and Iri into the bath tub. It was a shower-bath tub in one. She turned the handle to
warm again and let the water rain on her little dolls.
The force of the falling water was tough on the mouse girls. They ducked under the pressure and
had trouble not to be washed away. Clara stepped over them.
The warm water ran down her body and the little girls seeked shelter beneath her. She looked at
them from above. Two tiny trembling things between her feet. She smiled.
Iri was still holding her broken rib. Clara reached down and took Lea. She put some shampoo on
her and cleaned the little girl entirely. Clara was as gentle with her as she could. When she put Lea
back down she took Iri.
She used her other hand to spread her butt cheeks again and pushed the little wet girl inside. It was
much easier when they where wet. Lea looked helpless as Clara thrust tiny Iri in and out of her
anus. Clara didn't know if doing anal was like this but she sure enjoyed it. Little Iri would die in a
horrible way.
Clara pushed her little toy harder and deeper. She gave Iri a single push until only the feet where
sticking out of her rear end. Clara clenched her butt cheeks together and she could feel the little girl
squirm. She snatched Iri by the left foot, pulled her out and held her dangling infront of her face.
Iri was limp and looked horrible but she was still alive. "You should consider diying so I can't do
these things to you no more.", Clara grinned. She put Iri back down by her feet right next to Lea.
She put her right foot on her and began to roll the little body under her foot. Clearly disgusted Lea
obsorved the spectacle but said nothing.
Clara started to squeeze Iri's helpless form between her toes. The girl was only wimpering in pain.
She nodged and pushed her with her big toe, picked her up with her feet and let her drop before she
rolled the girl under her feet again. When Clara was done Iri looked like she'd been run over by a
truck. One arm was twisted in a seriously odd angle and a little blood was running from her mouth.
"Aww, I think I've broken her.", Clara mused and flattened the broken arm beneath her heel. "She's
still alive!", Lea said with a howling voice. "Yeah", Clara said, "It's amazing how tough she is. But I
fear she's not going to recover from this." And she raised her foot and brought it above Iri.
She did it slowly, increasing the pressure as gradually as she could. She even turned off the water to
hear it. First her big toe flattened the torso of the little girl. Even then Iri was still alive, shaking up
and down, coughing up blood. Then Clara flattened her entire form at once. The gooey remains
stuck half to the tub and half to Clara's sole.
Lea vomitted right into the bath tub when Iri's crushed remains where torn of Clara's sole slowly as
she raised her foot.
"Wow, that was evil.", Clara admitted.
She stepped out of the tub and scrubbed Iri's body from the tub with toilett paper. She dumped in all
into the toilett and fluhsed it away. Lea was sitting at the bottom of the tub, crying and muttering
things. Clara new she had overdone it a bit.
"I tried to save her!", Lea cried out in tears, "Twice! And every time it's gotten worse!" She fell over
to the side and screamed.
Clara thought about it as she dried herself off. It had gone too far. When she thought about what the
little girl must have endured during the torment she shivered but when she remembered herself
inflicting those things upon her she almost felt sick.
There was the line and she had overstepped it. All of the sudden, she didn't feel like killing
anymore. She felt deep remorse for the four she'd tormented to death. She did feel sick.
Lea stopped screaming when she heard Clara regurgitate into the toilett. "Are...are you allright?",
Lea's soft concerned voice echoed from the tiled walls.
Clara groaned in response. "What's wrong with me?", Clara asked, "Why do I keep doing these
things?"
After a long silence Lea spoke again: "It's nice you seem to think like a person again. Hey, I don't
mean to interrupt your well deserved hatred for your own guts but, uh, could you get me out of here
I'm freazing."
"Of course.", Clara said absent-minded, picked Lea up with the towel and dried her off. "I feel
horrible.", Clara whispered and lowered her head indignantly after she had put Lea down to the
floor.
"You can't undo what you did.", Lea tried to sound calm and rational, "It's good that you feel sorry
for it. That's the first step. Now you must only never do it again and you're good." Clara looked at
her thinking.
"But", Lea added in a reproaching tone, "we've been here before, remember?"
Indeed. Clara hat basically flip flopped between horny sadism and depressive self pity ever since
yesterday night.
Lea went on: "It's like you are bipolar or schizophrenic or something. Really, you are completely
exchanged, like a differend person."
Clara grabbed Iri and jumped to her feet. "Hey what are you doing?", Lea asked confused. Clara ran
downstairs, put the tiny girl on the table and put some noodles and sauce on a plate. "Here, eat.",
she said, "I'll be back soon." She dressed up quickly and reached for pen and paper from the
cupboard.
"Hey vanessa, be right back, urgent business, sorry.", Clara scribbled on it, "Back door is open help
yourself to some noodles. Clara"
She pinned the note to the door as she slammed it shut.
Doctor Hart was only 3 minutes away from her Home. Clara didn't know if she'd get an
appointment with the psychologist right away but she was going to give it a try. If she was mad,
she'd rather know and recieve treatment. The sooner the better.
"Hi, my name Is Clara Stone.", she said hastily approaching the receptionist, "I need to see the
doctor, I think I'm going crazy or something."
"Well...", the receptionist calmly looked at her computer screen as if she was doing something else
simultaneously, "You need to see a general medical practitioner first and he has to refer you to us.
Also, consultation hours are over. It's friday, the doctor only recives patients until noon." She turned
her head to look at a big elegant clock on the wall. It was ten past twelve. "It is after noon.", the
receptionist added with a satisfied smirk.
Just when Clara wanted to say something a calm, deep, fatherly voice filled the room: "Hello,
young lady. You've come to see me I hear?"
A tall, wide shouldered man was standing in the door frame. The doctor's short grey hair was almost
touching it. He had beetling eyebrows, a massive chin and deep dark eyes.
"Yes Sir.", Clara said awkwardly, "I want to talk to you about something."
He made a step towards her and offered his massive hand. Clara's little hand vanished completely in
his paw. "Follow me.", he said friendly and under the receptionist's disapproving looks he led her
into his consultation room.

"Well Miss.", Dr. Hart sat down in an arm chair, "Please sit down and tell me - your name and why
you are here." He pointed to a chair a good two meters away from his and Clara sat down.
"My name is Clara Stone", she began, "I'm 20 years old and I live not far from here." "Nice to meet
you Clara.", he said smiling warmly, "Now please tell me about that troubled look and your
beautiful face."
"Yes Doctor.", Clara continued uneasily, "It's...well...I, uh...It's actually a friend of mine, who-"
Doctor Hart laughed out loud: "Clara, I'm in this job for over twenty years now. You think you can
fool me? Come on, tell me what troubles you. Nobody will ever know, I'm bound by oath to not tell
anybody."
Clara sighed and stared at her hands in her lap. "I've allways been a nice person.", she said, "But
two days ago I found out that mouse people - you know those mice that actually look like people?"
The Doctor nodded. "Yeah, those.", Clara continued, "I've found out they live in my house and then
I caught some of them and..." She didn't want to continue. Clearly the doctor would think she was
deranged or even insane. Who kills and tortures for attainment of pleasure?
Doctor Hart was scratching a few beard stubbles on his chin. "Then what?", He asked. "I killed
them.", Clara said reluctantly, "I caught some and I just cruelly tortured them to death, I -" "How?",
Doctor Hart interrupted her. "I trod on them.", Clara admitted lowering her head.
The doctor reached for a pillow and put it in his lap. "Well", he said raising an eyebrow, "that seems
like a fair eough death for a mouse to me?" Clara shook her head. "No.", she said, "I did it slowly.
And I talked to them before I did it. I told them how I would crush them and stuff like that."
With a deep sigh Clara continued. "And I enjoyed it.", she looked the doctor square in the eye, "And
not only does it give me pleasure, it arouses me!" Boom. The bomb was dropped. Clara thought she
had seen the doctor gasp for a moment but he managed well to maintain his cool.
"And that confuses you I am sure.", doctor Hart said in an understanding tone. "How about now?",
he asked, "You feel like treading on some poor mouse people right now?"
"No!", Clara snubbed. Or did she? She couldn't tell. It would be nice to blow some steam after this
but then again, the way in which she had let herself butcher the little creatures had led her here. "I
suppose you're allright then, morally speaking.", he smiled at her playfully. "But if I go home and I
do it again...I just want to understand why I enjoyed such disgusting things, please.", Clara was
almost pleading.
"Clara", he began talking to her slowly looking into her eyes, "we humans are very strange in many
respects. And when it comes to sexuality some are a little stranger then others. But if there is one
thing that decades of research have proven it's this: you can't change it." He smiled fatherly before
he continued: "And as long as the subject of your desires does not mean inflicting unconsenting
harm onto others, it is allright."
"But it does!", Clara said bewildered, "I crushed them, they're dead!" "Clara.", the doctor was still
smiling, "I get a lot of these cases you know. The difference is in the subject of abuse. I get burned
out husbands who beat their spouses to a bloody pulp and they don't know why. Frustrated parents
who torture their children out of boredom. Confused rapists who tell me how they enjoy the
helplessness of their victims and far far worse."
Clara's head was spinning. He was trivializing the monstrocities she'd done but his words made
sense.
"If indeed the victims of your desires are not taller than ten centimeters I think you are on the safe
side.", Doctor Hart concluded with a laugh. Clara wasn't convinced and she let her face show it. "It's
not normal is it?", She asked. "Well, what the fuck is normal?", Doctor Hart threw his large arms in
the air to underline the statement. He smiled and Clara simpered back.
"You know, it is indeed very ironic that you talk about these mouse people.", the doctor mused and
reached for something behind his chair, "because whenever I get one of those really severe cases I
told you about I advice my patients to canalize their anger or frustration or what ever it is that
makes them do what they do - into this." And he pulled a glass jar from behind his chair.
Three tiny naked people where in it. 2 females and a male. Clara was flustered. Relieved a bit, yes,
but also very confused.
The doctor's laughter broke the silence: "Don't look so bewildered now, Clara. You know what?
Since the week end is ahead and I plan to go on vacation next week you might aswell take them
with you. I give them to you as a present." Clara only looked at the tiny people in the jar. She
decided that she had to take them with her regardless of what she was going to do with them.
If she didn't they'd end up being crushed to death by some real nut case who tried to get his mind off
burning his mother alive or something. Or they'd starve here. Maybe saving these poor souls would
convince Lea of her sound mind too. Also, she considered calling the police on this doctor. It was
forbidden by law to torture animals for pleasure and it was certainly not an approved therapy
method either. Something was very off here.
"Thank you, I'll take them.", Clara said quickly but the doctor withdrew the jar from her reach.
"Well, you must crush one of them right here.", he said with a smile. Noticing the apalled look on
her face he explained: "To be honest, this approach is not entirely legal and approved yet. You must
show me you mean what you say by becomming an accomplice."
"And what if I call the police right now?", Clara challenged him. "Well in that case", the doctor put
the jar under his chair, "we have never met. I have not officially recieved you, remember? And if
you can prove that I counseled you then well...I think you are crazy after all! Isn't that what you said
yourself when you came here?"
Clara's mood darkened. "Allright, I'll do it.", she spat. The doctor brought the glass jar back up and
opened it for her. She could see his eyes glowing with anticipation.
The little things scurried away from her hand as she reached in. Involuntarily Clara let her hand
circle over the crowd. She didn't know whom to pick.
All three looked like eighteen year old teenagers. The boy had short blond hair and looked cute. The
one girl had curly red, the other blond straight hair. They where all slim and healthy and one of
them would have to die beneath Clara to save the others.
Clara considered her options. If one of them had to die she decided to make it be her least favorite
one. She would spare the red head. The beautiful terrified face under the mane of fire red hair had
gained her favor. Good for her, Clara thought. She was almost going to get the boy but something
made her hesitate. She had allready killed three men next to only one girl. To be fair she decided to
spare this one and take the blond girl instead.
The girl kicked and screamed in her grasp. She was so tiny and helpless. Clara felt a familiar feeling
build up inside herself. Little arms tried invain to push away her thumb as she rubbed her little
victim's belly and breats. Her skin was so soft and smooth.
"Sorry.", Clara whispered to the little girl. She looked up at the doctor who nodded, his eyes
following her actions avidly. Clara hated herself for putting on a show for him.
Clara put the little thing down by her feet and pinned it with her thumb. She wore her casual flat
open sandals and no socks. The flooring was precious parquet, unforgiving material. It would be a
mess.
Clara released the girl and quickly raised her foot. She was going to stomp her and be done with it
but she changed her mind. 'If it has to be I might aswell enjoy it', she thought. When the tiny blonde
made attempts to get up Clara pinned her under her shoe. The feeling was different from doing it
bare foot. She could feel the girl moving under her sole, she could also feel the resistance but it was
much harder to get the right amount of pressure to just pin the girl and not crush her yet.
Through the sandal the little girl's struggles felt like looking through milk glass. Clara enjoyed the
sensation nonetheless.
Doctor Hart still observed enthusiastically. When Clara was just about to step down the blonde girl
squeled. Clara hesitated. The agonizing squeals echoed in the quiet room. When Clara just couldn't
stand it any longer she let her weight settle. A little 'pop' before a squelch followed by the horrible
noise of bones being ground into powder. The two remaining creatures in the jar shrieked
simultaneously. They had watched the entire scene.
The thing under Clara's shoe had pulped much like Iri had. A deformed body of a gooey state much
like a spat out chewing gum.
"Don't you feel much better now?", the doctor mused. Clara angrily snatched the jar from his hands
and took the two mouse teenagers. Without another word she stormed out of the consultation room
leaving the creepy doctor behind.

Clara gave little regard to the frightened tiny creatures she'd saved. She stuffed them in her pockets,
left and right, and jumped on her bike. She rode quickly.
The cool wind on her skin helped her calm down a bit. What a weird man. What had been the
meaning of the pillow in his lap? Did he just make himself comfortable or did he hide want to hide
something? Clara didn't want to think about it.
She had thought to have gotten rid of the urge to be violent towards the little people. It had been a
mistake talking to him about it. It had felt so embarassing and crushing the little girl had felt so
good, had made her feel so powerfull. At least she'd been able to save two of them but would they
survive her for long? She wouldn't know.
Clara decided to talk to Vanessa about it later. Talking to a friend would be less embarassing and
hopefully less...weird. Vanessa allways understood her. When Clara needed help and support
Vanessa was allways there.
When she arrived Clara saw Vanessa's bike allready parked on the patio. Finally, something else to
think about, somebody else to talk to.
After Clara entered the kitchen Vanessa smilled at her. "Heyyyy.", they greeted each other and
hugged. Vanessa had helped herself to some noodles and sauce.
Vanessa was a little bit taller than Clara. She was a beautiful girl with green eyes and a cute snub
nosed face. Her brown hair was bound to a pony tail with some wisps playfully hanging out here
and there. She wore grey jeans and an anthracite 'the who' T-shirt. For shoes she had worn out red
Chuck's.
"So, what was that urgent business of yours that was so important?", Vanessa asked. "Umm, a
doctor's appointment that I had totally forgotten about.", Clara lied. "You are so not going to believe
what I saw when I got here.", Vanessa changed the subject. Clara looked perplexed. "I saw your
note and I was hungry so I went into the kitchen to get me some of your famous pasta and guess
what I saw.", Vanessa held her hand above the table and stretched out her palm. Lea was sitting in it.
She wore her clothes again.
"I swear this little bitch was feasting on your noodles while you where gone.", Vanessa's tone was
reproachful. Lea looked scared. "It's the first time I see one of these mouse people, gosh they are
freaky!", Vanessa went on, "So I caught her and really didn't know what to do. I went outside
to...you know...dispose of her and she keeps talking to me. She says how she knows you and you
are her friend. I mean I'm talking to a rodent that looks like a little human being and I am talking to
her! How weird is that?"
Clara couldn't help but smile. "It's true, she is my friend, so to speak.", Clara explained, "She's the
first one I caught and...yeah." "Phew, I almost flattened your little friend, you know that?", Vanessa
didn't look as concerned as she sounded, "But I wanted to find out if she really speaks the truth. I
thought she was just a varmint."
"We're lucky you didnt.", Clara laughed and Vanessa sat Lea down on the table. The little girl shook
with fear. Clara sat down at the table and put some food on a plate. Lea came running to her and
hugged her arm. "Gee, you really must have scared her alot.", Clara said. "Sorry little one.",
Vanessa bend over the table looming above the tiny girl, "You think she hates me know or
something?"
"I've been bad to her aswell, she's not very vindictive.", Clara petted Lea's head. Vanessa kept
looking at the tiny girl. "Gosh she is cute.", Vanessa mused. "There are quite many of them in this
house.", Clara said with a full mouth, "Maybe you will find yourself a little friend aswell." They
both laughed. Lea didn't. "Oh, by the way", Clara reached into her pockets, "I, uh, found these on
the way." She put the blond guy and the red head on the table.
"Awww, they are naked.", Vanessa smiled, "I can see this ones dick! So tiny!" She laughed girllishly
about it. "Come here", Vanessa comanded pointing right infront of her. The little things obeyed
quickly. Vanessa gasped: "They understand me! That's so cool. Why so scared little people?"
"They've been through a lot and...I mean look at you, compared to them you are a freaking giant!",
Clara explained.
"Aww", Vanessa cooed, "Don't worry little ones I ain't gonna hurt ya!"
"Can they talk too?", Vanessa wanted to know. "I, uh, I don't know.", Clara had to admit and both
girls stared at the tiny people to say something. Scared they looked from one giant face to the other.
Trembling the blonde boy opened his mouth: "L-l-let us go p-please?"
Vanessa burst into laughter. "L-l-l-l-let us g-go p-p-please?", she mocked him, "Well, no? And what
now huh?" She smiled at hm from above. Clara sighed: "If you want them to talk to you you can't
scare them like that." "Well, how about this.", Vanessa suggested, "You talk to me or I...sit on you
for a while." The little people boggled slowly. "Vanessa, that's mean.", Clara said displeased, "And
you can't sit on them for a while, they'd die."
"So?", Vanessa asked with a playfull grin. "Vanessa.", Clara cautioned her friend, "You're not going
to hurt them. period."
"You are such a drag!", Vanessa smiled, "I wasn't going to do anything, I'm just teasing you know."
With a sigh she continued: "I mean look at them. They are mice, genetically, but it totally feels like
we've got tiny people here. They talk, they feel, they...everything! It is totally intriguing to see how
they react and stuff. I mean I just never...had so much power over somebody - something - what
ever."
Clara understood. "Let's go outside, I'd like to talk to you. Alone.", she said. Vanessa looked at her
baffled: "Well, uh, sure, why not?" They left the tiny people to themselves on the kitchen table.
On the patio Clara turned to her friend. "I'm feeling totally weird, okay!", Clara shouted into
Vanessa's face, "You know, that doctor's appointment? I was at the head-shrinker's! I've had these
little shits since yesterday and I allready killed like 5 of them today and I really think I'm going
nuts!"
Vanessa stared back, completely taken off guard. "Have you ever killed a mouse for pleasure?",
Clara went on, "No! And neither have I. Something totally weird is going on with me. I was just so
far that I felt sorry for them and that I was going to harm them no more but that freaking perv quack
tells me it's allright and he makes me kill another one but I manage to save two and now you come
along and talk about sitting on them!" Clara stared sobbing.
"Heyyy", Vanessa embraced her friend, "Shhh, it's allright. I'm sorry. I'll stop, okay? This is new to
me aswell." After a few minutes Clara disentagled herself from the embrace. She smiled at Vanessa.
"Wait here", Clara told her. She ran inside, took the white whine Vanessa had put on the table and
two glasses. Lea and the two new mouse people where standing by Clara's plate and shyly nibbled
on the noodles.
Clara took the corkscrew from the shelf and went back outside. Vanessa laughed when they clinked
glasses: "Oh dear term break, why can't you last forever?" "Let's screw studying and become full
time alcoholics.", Clara smiled back. "Hey, you can be a teacher and have a drinking problem! I
can't do that, drunk engineers lead to collapsing bridges.", Vanessa retorted. She studied engineering
physics, like Jasper, Clara however was going to become a teacher for language and history.
"Do you remember Mrs. Schulz from school?", Vanessa asked. "Yeah", Clara replied, "The
infamous 'Misses Brandy Breath'. Cheers!" After a few sips there was a silenece.
"What did you mean 'kill them'?", Vanessa suddenly spoke again. "Huh?", Clara at her looked
quizzically. "You said you killed like 5 of them today.", Vanessa reamed the question. Clara looked
down at their feet before she spoke: "Look down there. That's one of them." They were sitting on
the table on the patio, a red smear of flesh and bones by their feet.
Vanessa looked down and gasped: "Gosh! Clara, what did you do?" "There are two more on the
lawn.", Clara pointed to the general direction, "Another one I trampled in the bath tub and one I had
to kill at the doctor's to save the two that I brought."
Vanessa raised an eyebrow: "Is it that much fun?" "No!", Clara sighed, "Well, yeah, initially yes but
I feel horrible afterwards." "Why?", Vanessa asked honestly, "I mean, it's just mice right?"
"It isn't right to do this kind of thing to a mouse either!", Clara was getting a little angry, mostly at
herself, "I know many people do it because they are pests and all but they don't do it for fun, do
they?" "Umm", Vanessa finished her glass and held it so that Clara could give her more, "I guess
not but it's not such a big deal? If you like killing little peeps, I mean, so be it! It's not like they
mean something."
"What the fuck did they do to you in that university?", Clara was indignant with her friend. Vanessa
had once been a vegetarian but even after picking up meat again she allways said how she was
disgusted by animal cruelty and what happened at large cattle farms, experiements and what not.
Vanessa shrugged: "I don't know. I guess I'd not like it if you did it to, like, cats or dogs or
something." She frowned before she continued: "But you're right. From that perspective it's totally
wrong. You monster!" She smiled.
Clara rolled her eyes and downed her drink. "Whatever", she said, "I'm not doing it again." Looking
at the garden she realized she'd propably have to do it again, was she to stop the garden tribes
people from taking her crops. "Clara", Vanessa said determined, "Fuck it." "Huh?", Clara was
perplexed. "Fuck it!", Vanessa repeated, "Sometimes you just gotta let go. Remember when we
drank vodka at 15? Or smoking weed for the first time? That's all kinda morally wrong isn't it? You
have to break free from societal chains sometimes."
"But this is different.", Clara countered, "We didn't hurt anybody, or anything, when we did all
that." Vanessa nodded her head. Clara had a point. "You're right.", she said, "But still - Don't forget
what they are. Mice. And if you enjoy trample them I think you shouldn't torture yourself over it.
They're like roadkill." "Roadkill?", Clara looked at her wide eyed. "Yeah", Vanessa said,
"Unfortunate but...you know...meh." They looked at each other and laughed.
"They kinda look like roadkill too.", Clara smiled guiltily, "You know, when I'm done with them."
Vanessa was pouring more whine: "How mean", she snickered, "They're so small and helpless and
of all people they fall into your hands!" "As if they'd live longer with you.", Clara retorted, "You're
the one telling me they're worthless." She took a huge gulp from her glass.
"To be honest I was totally going to flatten your little friend.", Vanessa admitted, "I had so much
power over her. At first I really thought she was just a pest. But then she talked and she pleaded
but...it kinda had the opposite effect. It made me want to dominate her more. I'm curious what it
feels like."
Clara knew these emotions all too well. "No.", She said, "It's wrong and it's not going to happen
under my roof anymore." Vanessa looked disappointed. Clara thought about it for a moment before
she said: "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun with them."
Vanessa looked intrigued. "Go inside?", she suggested and Clara winked at her in response. They
finished their drinks simultaneously and went inside.
Clara could allready feel the alcohol do it's work. It couldn't hurt to loosen up a little. At least a
little. After all that confusion...

They sat down on the sofa in the living room and dropped the little people on the coffee table
infront of them. Clara poured more whine, they clinked glasses and drank. Vanessa was looking at
the tiny people with a sparkling sensation in her eyes. Fearfully, the mouse people stood next to the
bottle, looking from one giantess to the other.
"So", Vanessa commenced a conversation, "You little precious thing's name is Lea, right?" Lea
nodded shyly. "And what are your names?", Vanessa adressed the red head and the boy. They
looked at each other but hesitated to speak. Smirking, Vanessa leaned forward looming over them
like a mountain. "I'm Jason!", the boy finally found his words. Vanessa turned her gaze onto the
little red haired girl. "Ch-ch-charlotte.", she stammered, "P-please don't hurt me."
" 'Please don't hurt me.', 'Let us go.', you are boring me.", Vanessa belittled them. She was obviously
lying. She looked like a cat that was just about to jump on a moving object. Clara, sipping on her
whine, decided to see what Vanessa was going to do. "Well, I'm Vanessa and this is Clara, nice to
meet you.", Vanessa introduced, "Have you thanked Clara yet for saving you?" The little things
looked completely baffled. Clara had killed one of them, quite gruesomely and right infront of
them.
With an unsmiling expression on her face, Vanessa continued: "If it wasn't for her courage, you'd
not be able to be here with us now, so say 'thank you Clara.' " "Thank you Clara.", Jason and
Charlotte mumbled monotonously. "Wow", Vanessa acted disgusted, "ungrateful little shits." She
downed her glass at once. Lea whispered something to Jason and Charlotte that Clara couldn't
comprehend. Jason made a step forward, looked at Clara and said: "Th-thank you C-clara for saving
us. Your generosity sh-shall never b-be f-forgotten." Lea smashed her face in her palm. Vanessa
turned her head to look at Clara before she burst into laughter.
Clara enjoyed watching Vanessa. Teasing the littles was fun but looking at her best friend doing it
was almost as good. It was Vanessa's turn.
"Show us how thankful you are, little man.", Vanessa demanded. She grabbed the bottle, poured
whine in her glass and made a little puddle on the table. "Drink.", she said, nodding at the puddle.
Jason was clearly disgusted by the scent of alcohol. He slowly moved closer to it, shielding his
mouth and nose with his hand.
"How can you drink this? It smells like poison.", Lea commented casually. Vanessa grabbed her by
the leg and held her dangling infront of her face. Lea was freaked and screamed. Vanessa smiled at
her.
Clara shifted uneasyly on the sofa. She didn't want to see Lea hurt but she didn't want to kill
Vanessa's fun either. Vanessa finished her entire glass right in front of Lea before she lowered the
little girl's head into her mouth. The burp from Vanessa's throat made Lea's hair shake. The little girl
groaned with disgust. Vanessa took her out and smiled at her from below. Clara couldn't help but
snicker. Lea's face was a grimace of hate and disgust. Slowly and carefully, Vanessa undressed Lea.
"It's more appropriate if your naked too", she said.
When Lea was naked she toyed with the little girl in her hands. "Wow, her skin feels fantastic, so
smooth.", Vanessa turned to Clara. "Yeah", Clara replied, "She's my most precious. Be carefull with
her okay?" Vanessa looked down at Lea in her hands. The little arms were no match for her fingers
that eagerly caressed the little girl's skin. Lea faught back. She clearly didn't like being groped but
Vanessa didn't seem to care. She turned the little girl on her back and caressed her little butt.
"What's with the bruises?", Vanessa asked Clara. Flashbacks of past events raced through Clara's
head. "Umm, I've been playing with her and I guess I was a little too ruff.", Clara said embarassed.
Vanessa grinned wickedly: "Don't worry too much little toy. Once you're worn out I'll be happy to
smush ya.", she winked at Lea from above, "That's if Clara doesn't want to smush you herself. She'd
put you under her foot and just..." Vanessa laid the little girl on the floor and slowly raised her foot
above her. She still wore her red Chuck's.
Watching Vanessa tease had made Clara quite horny but this was taking it a little too far, regardless
of whether she was actually going to do it or not. "Vanessa stop it!", Clara said sharply. Vanessa
settled her foot right next to Lea's tiny fragile form. Lea shrieked and whinched besides Vanessa's
shoe. Baffled, the big girls leaned in to see what was going on. Lea's tiny arm was caught under
Vanessa's foot. The little girl faught violently to pull it out, but it wasn't any use. When she leaned in
closer Vanessa accidently put a little more weight on her foot. Lea cried out in pain.
Clara was afraid Vanessa had crippled Lea forever. With horror Clara noticed the drunk, power
crazed grin on Vanessa's face. "Stop it!", Clara yelled and Vanessa raised her foot. Lea sighed with
relief and pulled her arm to herself before she fearfully turned her head upwards.
The tiny girl was dwarfed in the shadow of Vanessa's foot. Clara could clearly see Lea's lips form a
surprised 'O' before Vanessa's foot came down.
"Hmpf", and Lea was silent. Clara felt the burning sensation of a tear accumulating in the corner of
her eye. She blinked it away. Her ears were ringing. Vanessa's reflection in the empty bottle. What
had she let it come to.
Vanessa raised her foot a little and Clara's mind was thrown back into reality. Lea screamed in
horror. So she wasn't dead. Yet. "Hmpf.", Lea was silent again.
"We need to talk.", Vanessa began, "As your friend I think I really need to help you bring your mind
back on track. That thing under my foot is a mouse. You shouldn't cry over it, I accidently hurt it
and now I put it out of it's pains. Or I crush it because I want to it doesn't matter because it's a
mouse!" "Please don't hurt her.", Clara found her words. "Why?", Vanessa asked simply. "Vanessa
please, I told you she's my friend.", Clara was watching Vanessa's foot as she spoke. "Wrong
answer.", Vanessa stated and started to roll Lea beneath her shoe.
Pictures of Iri. "Stop!", Clara yelled. To Clara's relief Vanessa did. "So, what is she?", Vanessa
raised an eyebrow. Clara thought about it. It made sense. "A mouse.", she said, "And further more,
she's my pet. So if you would please have the courtesy of not torturing my dear little pet to death
under your foot..." "Allright", Vanessa laughed, "That's what I want to hear. Just to be clear, I'd
never have killed her. I know you like her a lot but as your friend I was worried, you know. You
gotta be able to seperate humans and mice."
"Fine.", Clara said impatiently, "Would you please release her now." "Of course.", Vanessa smirked
and raised her foot. Clara rushed to her and carefully picked Lea up. A painfull expression
obstructed the beauty of the little mouse girl's face. Her nose was bleeding too. Clara drew her close
to her mouth and whispered to her: "Is anything broken?" Lea nodged herself in several spaces of
her bruised body and shyly shook her head. Clara closed her eyes and sighed with relief. Vanessa
had been more careful than she'd made it look.
"Can I please go to bed?", Lea pleaded, "I've had enough of being rolled under feet and shoved up
body orifices for today. Please don't make me watch you and her kill any more people." Without a
word, Clara left the living room. "Time to play!", Vanessa's cheering voice came through as soon as
Clara had closed the door.
"I don't want to crush any more people.", Clara whispered defensively in the hallway but Lea only
shook her tiny head: "You want to. I see it. And I don't care anymore. I only hope that one day you'll
be reborn as one of us at the recieving end of a giantesses whims." Lea was right. Clara was hot for
some killing again. And if not even Lea minded it anymore...Clara decided to enjoy the time as best
as she could before moral doubts would torture her again. She noticed she didn't want to do
anything bad to Lea, which was a step forward, at least.
She took Lea upstairs, put her on the pillow and the pillow on the shelf. It was early afternoon and
the sun was still burning hot but Lea hadn't slept at all that night and had since only taken a little
nap in the sun. Clara decided to do something good for her, once she would wake up. Perhaps
something against the bruises or she could bake a cake, give her a hot bath or watch National
Geographic. Something to compensate for all the horror's Lea had endured today.
'But first', Clara thought, 'some fun.'
She closed the courtains and went downstairs. "You drunk little idiot, run! I'm going to crush you!",
was the first thing Clara heard when she entered the living room again. Vanessa was standing in the
middle of the room a tiny mouse person by her feet. It was Jason, the blonde guy. He was tottering
around, back and forth, in between Vanessa's deadly feet. He plumeted to the floor and clumsily
picked himself up before staggering into the direction of the door. Vanessa let him go. He came
pretty far before he noticed Clara standing in the door way. "Hi.", Clara grinned playfully. He
moaned and turned back around.
"He's totally drunk!", Vanessa laughed, "He can't even walk anymore. When I had the girl under my
foot he freaked and drank like a maniac from that puddle. Look at it, it's all gone." Indeed Jason had
been eager to safe at least his life by complying to the giantesses orders. The plan had kind of shot
back as he wasn't able to effectively run away anymore.
Clara observed as Vanessa initiated Jason's ending. A little nodge from her foot was enough to put
the little boy to the floor. A moment later his right arm was caught under Vanessa's shoe. She
wouldn't feel compelled to show mercy this time.
The boy screamed in pain as Vanessa crushed his arm. After settling her weight she twisted her
shoe. Jason was dragged along his obliterated limb before what was left of it was ripped out of it's
socket. Even the smallest movements of Vanessa's gargantuan body had enough force to rip a little
person apart. Clara was amazed.
Jason stared at Vaness's foot looming above him. The crushed arm fell off and landed right beside
his face. Vanessa turned her foot to the side to look into Jason's eyes for a last time. "Sweet dreams
little prince.", she mused before the turned her foot back above him and slowly let it sink on his tiny
form. Too shocked to attempt another excape, he could only watch in horror as the foot that carried
a monster several thousand times his weight decendet onto him.
Clara applauded Vanessa's technique. She didn't stop when the sole of her Chuck's made contact
with her victim, she just steadily pushed her foot downwards. It had something of a car baler. As
soon as Clara couldn't see Jason anymore his bones started breaking. A wet squelch, some more
cracks, the crunching of the skull and Vanessa's foot settled. Some organs squirted out from he side
of the giant girl's foot.
"Awsome!", Vanessa said breathing heavily. When she raised her foot Clara could see the result.
Neither shoes nor floor boards had given in. It was a shapeless pink mass that stuck to the bottom of
Vanessa's foot. It seemed to have a consistence somewhere between chewing gum and cookie
dough. With a wet splotch it fell to the floor into a puddle of accumulated blood.
From the corner of her eye Clara saw Charlotte make a move. The red head jumped off the coffee
table and slammed onto the floor boards. She didn't take long to repress the pains before she was on
her feet again and running under the table and under the sofa. Clara and Vanessa looked at each
other.
In the same moment they went to work. Following Clara's instructions Vanessa blocked the way
from the sofa to the armoire by the fire place. Clara kneeled infront of the sofa and peeked under it.
She didn't see Charlotte but she knew what she had to look for. She spotted two holes underneath
the Sofa. Kneeling infront of it, Clara really couldn't tell whether they went through the wood of the
floor boards entirely of if the were just carved in to create a dent. She laid down on her belly and
reached into the first one.
Her heart skipped a beat as her fingers ran over many bodies. She grabbed them all at once and
pulled them from under the furniture. She held 4 in her fist and the red head was among them. The
noises had alarmed the people in the other hole who came running out from under the sofa hoping
to be able to hide under the armoire by the fire side. With a sickening crunch the quickest of them, a
boy, was stomped by Vanessa's foot. Blood and body matter sprayed onto those running behind him.
They stopped in their tracks. Vanessa picked two up before they ran back under the sofa. Clara
rushed over to vanessa's side and caught the two remaining stragglers with her left hand.
The two giant girls beemed at each other. "So many play things.", Clara said.
Vanessa bit her lip with anticipation.

"So...uh...what do we do now?", Vanessa asked. They looked at the trembling little people in the
plastic container. The coffee table was too low and they were, evidently, able to jump off it and get
away. Vanessa had suggested a glass bowl but Clara knew how imaginative the mouse people could
be. They'd build a human ladder or something and escape with only two or so left behind.
So she got a plastic container from her room, 60cm by 40cm with 50cm high walls. Semi
transparent, only shades could be seen through it. Vanessa's question startled Clara for a moment.
She had never thought of having so many of them at her mercy at once. Also, Clara was a little
unsure. How far would they go? What was cool, what was weird? "We do what we want", She
laughed shrugging her shoulders.
The eight tiny people were huddling together in a corner of the container. They wore clothes of all
kinds of different materials. One of the three males they caught even seemed to wear a breast plate
made of chitin, like a piece of armor. Clara smirked. "Hey, you see that big bad one with the bug
armor on?", She asked. Vanessa looked more closely. "Wow, fancy one right there.", she smiled.
It was quite a man standing there amidst his pathetic peers. Bold, like the warrior Clara had
trampled on the patio but even more muscular. A beard of argentine white and fiery red. Beetling
white eyebrows. The others around him dwarfed by his size. He had scars on his arms, his bold
head and even his face. He didn't seem to have a moral raising influence on his people though. And
like all of them he stared at his own feet, desperate not to draw any attention.
Charlotte was standing apart from the group. She was the one who had carelessly delivered them to
the two towering titanesses. She was also the only naked one and, after all, didn't belong to their
tribe.
Clara saw Vanessa's eyes hungrily jump from one little person to the next. She marvelled at how big
Vanessa was, compared to the littles. Suddenly their eyes met and both of them smiled awkwardly.
Vanessa was first to break the silence: "Hey you, with the bug shell on!" The little bold warrior
shyly looked upwards to her. "I think it's fitting that you wear bug for this. 'Cause I'm gonna squash
ya like one.", Vanessa chuckled at her joke. Clara snorted. Yap, somebody was drunk. She could see
the man swallow hard, shaking violently from fear. Vanessa however made no effort to take him yet.
'How cruel', Clara thought, 'and hot.'
Clara made a move. She slipped out of her sandals and set her right foot into the container infront of
the cowering group. With a thud her bare foot made contact with the blurry plastic. "Hey little
ones.", She began smiling enthusiatically, "I'd like to give you an introduction to how it's like, being
crushed." Fearfully the tiny beings stared at her foot. Vanessa restet her chin on her arm on the edge
of the plastic container. Clara could clearly make out goose bumps on her friend's skin.
"Any volunteers?", Clara asked tapping her foot. Of course, nobody would volunteer for this.
Instead one of the females pointed her finger at Charlotte and yelled: "Take her!" Charlotte was
sobbing. Poor girl propably felt bad for having brought the giant girl's playful wrath upon them.
Clara grinned wickedly. She bent down to get closer to the tiny beautiful girl. "Charlotte? You want
to be smushed?", She asked playfully. Charlotte sobbed harder and tried to make herself as small as
possible.
Slowly tapping her foot Clara asked again: "You want to be squashed beneath my foot? You want
me to turn you into toe jam?" She wriggled her toes to scare the poor thing even more. "Come on, it
doesn't hurt that much, once you come oozing out between my toes the pain will be over. I'll roll
you a bit under my foot and break a few bones of yours but it doesn't matter 'cause you're gonna be
paste soon anyway.", Clara couldn't help but chuckle which slightly perverted her reassuring tone.
All eyes were on Charlotte.
The tiny red head stayed silent. Perhaps she assumed not to respond to the giantesses mind game
would be her best option. And the giantess opened a door for her. "Here is the deal.", Clara said,
"You pick people for us to mush and when we're done I'll set you free. What ya say? Dealio?"
Slowly, Charlotte raised her head to look into Clara's eyes. Then she nodded her head.
"You fucking whore!", a bruenette from the group furiously stormed towards Charlotte. It was the
one who had initially called for the red head's death. When she was half way there Clara tapped her
foot once again. The little thing stopped in it's tracks and fearfully discovered that Clara was
looking right at her. "Okay.", was the only thing Clara said and the little bruenette turned her head
back to Charlotte. Charlotte pointed directly at her.
"Oh nonononono, please.", the tiny girl begged, "Please, no!" But Clara's foot was allready in the
air. Spreading her arms to hold balance, Clara playfully nodged her victim to the ground and set her
toes on it to pin it down. Her toes clenched together holding the tiny thing she dragged it over to the
middle of the container. Clara looked over to Vanessa who only stared at Clara's foot and it's
captive. An evil smirk crossed her lips and her eyes were filled with mischievous joy. Clara
wondered if her friend was as wet as herself right then.
She began to scrunch her toes with the little girl in between them. She lifted her a bit and let her fall
to the ground again. Picking her back up and scrunching her toes. The poor thing's left arm was
caught unfavorably between two toes and broke like a twig. Clara let her fall to the ground a last
time and set her foot down right next to her. The girl groaned in pain. Pressing the broken left arm
to her side she pushed herself up with the other. Slowly she rose to her knees but before she could
get up fully Clara's giant foot was upon her again.
Effortless Clara pushed her victim into the ground again. She held it in place a few seconds before
she started to slowly roll it under her feet. Clara wasn't squimish at all and the little girl was rolled
around violently. A few cracks indicated more broken stuff. Clara was amazed how easily she could
piece by piece break the little toy. When she felt like she was done she set her foot next to her play
things side again. The little girl's rags were torn off and she looked run over. She was cramped in
the awkward position Clara's weight had forced her in but she slowly rolled onto her belly.
Her right arm still intact the tiny mouse girl dragged herself forward towards her group. She was
only making a milimeter per second so Clara took a moment to marvell at what she had done with
her. Feeling not quite finished yet Clara rose her foot again. She noticed the girl had a cute round
little butt. She set her big toe on it and pressed down. A little pressure at first to see the girl's
reaction. The tiny girl frantically tried to drag herself forward harder but of course the strength of
one puny little mouse arm was no match for the titaness that was Clara.
Then Clara pushed down. Hard. The tiny thing screamed in agony as it's pelvis was mashed beneath
Clara's big toe. The skin tore off in several places around it and Clara even saw a piece of the spine
sticking out.
The group of tinies watched in horror. The little girl stopped dragging herself forward. She was only
sobbing now looking into her companions' direction. Clara let the horror sink in for a moment. She
saw Vanessa licking her lips, one hand down in her pants not even paying the slightest attention to
Clara.
Clara set her foot lenghtwise on the tiny girl. The little bruenette's head was peaking out beneath
Clara's blood stained big toe. Then Clara trod down. Vanessa gasped at the horrible noises. The air
being pushed out of the girl's body. The bones breaking. The noise of the inards being forced out of
the girl's mouth or being mashed beneath Clara's foot.
The little thing was flattened under her full weight now only the head remaining intact. Almost
gently Clara's big toe rested on it. Gnashing she squashed it flat.
Vanessa's hand was still down in her jeans. Clara smiled at her friend from above: "So, you liked
that?" Vanessa cringed and quickly withdrew her hand from her crotch. Blushing she smiled and
awkwardly nodded her head.
Clara stepped off the flattened body and out of the container. A murmur went through the little
people when they saw the squashed corpse. Vanessa didn't give them much time to rest.
"Charlotte.", Vanessa bent down to the tiny red head with a warm smile, "Pick me one to mush
please." Charlotte hesitated. "Oh", Vanessa acted surprised, "You want to go yourself? How brave
of you!" Charlotte violently shook her head. With a pleading look in her eyes she pointed at the
group.
"Who?", Vanessa asked letting her hand circle above the crowd, "This one?". She pointed to a man
with hair black as a crow. Charlotte nodded her head eagerly before her expression suddenly turned
apologetical. "Aww don't worry.", Vanessa cooed and caressed Charlotte who fearfully ducked
away, "You'll find joy in your job eventually." Clara doubted it.
Vanessa nonchantically took the man and raised him infront of her face. "Hey little guy.", She
beemed at him happily, "If I sit on you, how long do you think you'll last?" The man stared back at
her in shock, stammering incoherently. "Oh what's that?", Vanessa continued playfully, "You think it
depends on the surface I put you on?" She turned around twoards the coffee table and the couch.
"You're right, I think on the table you'd smush right away.", she almost sounded deploring, "On the
couch I give you...", she walked over, sat down and teetered up and down a few times, "...ten
seconds!"
The man shook his head pleadingly. "Not enough?", Vanessa asked playfully, "Allright, let's raise to
fifteen but let's not get exuberant for a start huh?" Clara walked by Vanessa's side and kneeled
infront of the sofa. She put her head on it so that she could see Vanessa's shapely butt come down
on the poor little guy.
Vanessa lifted her behind and brought the guy beneath it. She stretched him out on his back and
pressed his chest down with her index finger. The man struggled desperately but in vain. Vanessa's
Jeans clad butt began to sink down on him. When she withdrew her hand Clara could see him try to
get up but there wasn't enough space anymore to get out. Instead he caught himself in an
unfavorable position. Vanessa's weight forced him down until he was sitting, trying pathetically to
lift the giant girl on his shoulders. His torso was pushed forwards while his legs were still infront of
him aswell.
Then he was out of sight but Vanessa didn't stop there. She continued to sink down until the
upholstery stopped giving in to her weight. Clara was fascinated by the thought of a little, thinking
creature being trapped between this giantesses sexy butt and a piece of furniture. She looked up to
Vanessa's face. Her friend smiled excitedly, licked her lips and stared onto the ceiling. She was
obviously enjoying what ever she feeling.
"He's trying to squirm.", Vanessa laughed, "But I think I'm a little too heavy for him. I feel exactly
were he is and I felt him flatten out under me. But he's trying to move, so I guess he's still alive."
Vanessa enjoyed it a little bit longer before she stood up. "So, that's about fifteen seconds.", She
said, "Let's see."
The little guy remained in the position he had been caught in. Vanessa used her index finger to flip
him on his back again. He was coughing and gasping for air. Vanessa kneeled down infront of him.
"Raise one arm", she commanded and he obeyed. "Now a leg.", she said but the man only made a
grimace of pain. "So, so", Vanessa smirked. She grabbed the man's foot and asked: "Do you feel
this?", He nodded his head, "But you can't move it?" He shook his head. Then he coughed and spat
out a little blood.
"Ooooh, I think some ribs are cracked too. And a punctuated lung.", Vanessa mused. The little guy
looked at her pleadingly. "Okay.", Vanessa said, "Here is your option. You tell me exactly how it felt
under my butt and I promise I will not sit on you again." Clara saw her cross her fingers behind her
back.
The tiny man made no effort to speak. "Fine.", Vanessa said and turned around her behind hovering
above him. "Allright!", the man yelled, "Please no more! It's horrible!", Vanessa turned around, "I
tried to hold against it but it's just too much force pressing me downwards. Like a force of nature.
First I get cought by it and then it presses me flat. I hope my body can withstand the pressure, I feel
things break inside me! My lungs are empty, I can't breathe!", he started to sobb, "I'm sure my live
is over. You move ever so slightly and I feel like I'm being pulped! I still can't breathe, can't see
either. I loose the sense for up and down, left and right. And just then it lifts off me, and I'm being
pushed upwards and the light is flooding my eyes. Please no more!"
Vanessa and Clara gasped with excitement. The man's description had made Clara hornier than
anything she'd ever heard and she could tell Vanessa was feeling something similar. They just stared
down at the sobbing man for a moment. Vanessa broke the silenence: "Well done little guy.", she
cheered happily, "You may go now." The man looked up at her in disbelief. "Th-thank you.", He
stammered. Vanessa and Clara laughed. They had broken his puny little body, just so, just for fun
and he was thanking them. And the game wasn't even over yet.
"Umm, excuse me little man...", Vanessa acted appologetical, "Umm, you are occupying my seat, so
if you please move to the side, I want to sit down. Thank you." She smiled at him innocently and
Clara could see the penny drop in his little fearfull eyes. Grunting he pulled himself forward on the
sofa. His legs rendered useless and his lungs slowly filling with blood he didn't make it far before
having to take a break. Fearfully he looked up to Vanessa's towering form. She just smiled her
innocent smile.
"Allright Sir.", She said, "I think I have given you enough time to evacuate my seat. If you wish to
remain unobliging I think I'll have to sit down reagrdless of your puny little presence." She flipped
him onto his back again and turned around. Clara saw him raise his little arms in defense as
Vanessa's butt crashed down on him. His last scream was muffled quickly. Vanessa played around
with him. She teetered up and down on the sofa and shifted left and right. After a minute or so she
said: "I think he's done.", and stood up.
He was flatter then before. His left arm was twisted in three places and his legs bent sideways. His
torso was really flattened out now. Still Clara could see he was moving his lips. "Amazing.",
Vanessa said, picked the man up and walked over to the plastic container. "Hey little people, we
have an emergency here, try to save him.", she nonchantically dropped the man right into the group.
They shrieked and turned away from him but soon they gathered around. Some tried to talk to him
but it was clear they had no real idea how to save him.
Vanessa raised her foot above the crown and brought it down slowly. The little people panicked and
darted to the sides. Smirking, Vanessa cought the little man's head under the flat heel of her worn
out shoes. Then she squashed it. When Vanessa stepped out of the container Clara saw remains of
bones and brains neatly crushed flat. "Hey you.", Clara pointed to a young blonde girl, "Search for
his teeth." Vanessa laughed mischievously. The little girl cupped her mouth with her hands and
started to cry, only staring at the flattened head.

The little blonde girl struggled. Surely she knew what they would do to her would she not comply
with Clara's sickening order. But it seemed she just couldn't
bring herself to search through the remains of what had once been a mouse man's head. Clara could
hardly stand now from horniness. She felt a drop from in
between her thighs run down her leg and hoped Vanessa wouldn't notice. Looking over, she saw her
friend was looking right at her, raising an eyebrow. The girl
wasn't complying and Vanessa wanted to see what Clara was going to do.
Clara looked back at the mouse girl and smirked as she saw another one in the crowd standing
slightly behind the armored warrior looking exactly the same. The
cruelty of what she was about to do made her shiver with excitement. She grabbed the twin from
behind the man and held her infront of the first twin's face. The
confusion on the little girl's eyes turned into sheer terror. "No, don't hurt her, please. I'll do it! I'll do
it, please!", she begged, dropping to her knees.
Not turning her eyes away from the twin in the box, Clara began to squeeze the one in her hand.
The girl in the box plunged forward and hectically rummaged
through the bones and brains infront of her. Clara stopped to squeeze before starting again, just
entertaining herself. Everytime her little victim couldn't
breath anymore it let out a cute little squeak before falling silent. Something would have to go in
her snatch, quick. But it was still awkward infront of
Vanessa.
The twin in the box didn't even gag. She calmed down a little and systematically skipped through
the remains, searching for the teeth. When she was done she
stood up and stretched her hand out presenting Clara with the teeth she had collected. Clara didn't
even care. "That's not all of them.", She said matter of
factly squeezing the girl in her hand a little harder. The squeaking sound sent the girl back into
panic mode. She began to cry: "Please, there are no more!"
Hectically she skipped through the pulped remains again but couldn't come up with anymore teeth.
Clara just kept squeezing tighter.
"Under her foot!", the litte girl in the box screamed pointing at Vanessa, "They must be stuck to her
foot!" Clara noticed Vanessa had undone her shoes.
"What?", Vanessa smirked, "I want to try it barefoot too." She scooped up the shoe that she had
finished the man with and indeed, beneath it were remains of the
head stuck to the heel. "Good!", Clara smiled warmly allowing the twin in her hand to breath again.
"What do you want with the teeth?", Vanessa asked Clara.
"Nothing.", Clara chuckled, "I just wanted to see how far she'd go." The twin in the box lowered her
head weeping.
"So, two twins huh?", Vanessa grinned, "You want to make one watch you smush the other?" "No.",
Clara said and the girl in the box raised her head in slight
hope, "This one would do anything to safe her sister. I'll make her my toy." She gave the mouse girl
in her hand a last squeeze and put the two sisters next to
each other in the box. The little girls hugged and softly comforted each other, the rest of the mouse
people watched silently. Clara undid her shorts and Tshirt.
Vanessa looked quizzically. "I'm sorry.", Clara explained, "But all this makes me so
unbelievably horny and I just need some thing in there right now or
my clit will, like, burst or some thing."
Vanessa seemed to be unsure what to say. "Come on.", Clara said, "We're both girls and it's not like
we don't know each other for, uh, 8 years now?" She grabbed
the two twins from the box and tore their clothes off walking over to the couch. Sitting down she
adressed the one with the bloody hands: "Okay, here is the
deal. You go in my undies and make me happy, I expect you know what to do. And guess what, you
don't make me happy-", 'squeak', she squeezed the other twin once
again. To Clara's amusement both twins nodded in perfect synchronization.
Clara lounged back and placed the unfortunate would-be-dildo twin on her flat belly. Another
squeeze of the sister and the little thing understood. Clara lifted
the rubber band of her panties with her free hand and the tiny mouse girl went right to work. It felt
amazing. The soft pressure of it crawling over her shaved
beaver, the little hands and tongue on her clitoris, so desperate to please her.
Vanessa still stood by the container unsure what to do. Clara smiled at her: "You should try this, it's
so good! Ah!" And a loud moan escaped her lips. The
little thing in her panties was getting better and better but Clara decided to slow her down to make it
last longer. She grabbed the tiny girl through her
panties with her free hand and began to mash her slowly against her private parts.
"Mhh!", She moaned, "How many have we left?" Vanessa looked into the container. "There is the
bugman, a boy, a girl and Charlotte.", She said. "You can have 'em
all if you want. Oh! But let Charlotte live, mhhkay?", Clara offered. Despite all the whine she had
consumed Vanessa still seemed awkwardly affected by the fact
that her best friend was basically masturbating right infront of her.
After shooting one last awkward glance back at Clara Vanessa turned her attention to the container.
"Heyyy", she cooed, "Guess what?! I get to smush you all!
oh, hay bug man, I think I made you a promise earlier didn't I?"
The warrior screamed in terror when Vanessa lifted him out of the container. She set him down on
the floor infront of her bare feet. As soon as she set him free
she flicked him onto his armor and after two hasty steps forward he stumbled over his own feet.
Vanessa, having risen up while he struggled to get up, burried him under her foot. This was what
Clara had desired. A helpless toy between her legs, another in
her hand and her best friend putting on a live show for her. The twin in her left hand she raised to
her mouth and started to lick it, suck it and plop it out
again, playfully biting it and rejoicing in it's pathetic pleas for mercy.
Vanessa shifted some weight on her foot until she heard a crack. Carefully she withdrew her foot,
cautious of any sudden movements. "Mister warrior?", she asked
playfully, "How does your armor perform so far? You feel protected?" A weak grunt was the only
answer Clara could understand. There he was, flat on the floor
breathing heavily, his head turned to the side.
"You were right Clara, it feels amazing barefoot.", Vanessa giggled, "Hey buggy man, can you get
up?" He clearly tried but couldn't. "Hmm...", Vanessa continued, "His breast plate is all broken
allready. Okay buggy man, time for phase two."
Vanessa began to nodge him around with her big toe. One by one she caught his limbs underneath it
and ground them to paste. Amazingly, the warrior stayed
conscious, screaming in agony. Clara began to lick the girl in her mouth between the legs and
abused the girl between her own legs a little harder. Her tounge
was far to big for the little girl but she tried to invade her anyway while she observed what Vanessa
did next.
His arms and Legs mangled to pulp, the warrior lay on his back pleading for mercy. Vanessa looked
at him from above: "Time to get squashed little bug. Any last
words?" He gargled something Clara couldn't comprehend. "Oh what's that?", Vanessa asked with a
smile, "Want me to do it quick? Oh, don't worry little guy, if I
do it any slower than I'll have allready you wouldn't be conscious to share the experience."
Slowly Vanessa raised her foot above the little man. She let her toes settle a reasonable distance
from his feet so that her heel was hovering directly above
the man's head. "Bye bye", Vanessa winked and lowered her foot. When she made contact with him
she stopped, savoured the feeling for a moment and pushed on. The
man's last scream was quickly muffled as the air was forced out of his lungs.
Clara exploded. Her back arched, her eyes twisted upwards to the ceiling. Her orgasmic screams
were accompanied by the sounds of cracking bones and squelching
flesh. She remained like this for several seconds, still mashing her toy against her clit, until the
immediate ecstacy cooled off.
When she came back down, Vanessa was still standing on the man, or rather, what was left of him.
There was body matter all the way around Vanessa's heel, forced
to the side as earth's gravity had pulled the giantess to it's centre with an unfortunaten mouse man in
the way.
Clara had let go of the girl between her legs and she had totally forgotten about the one in her
mouth. Feeling her try to drag herself out, Clara closed her
lips, positioned the girl on her tongue and swallowed. The realization of what she'd done swept over
her right away. Had she just swallowed a mouse? She felt
the little thing wriggle all the way down to her belly. It didn't bother her any further.
"Did you just eat her?", Vanessa asked baffled. Clara looked back shrugging her shoulders: "Oops."
A drunken, evil grin established on Vanessa's face. "Snack
time!", she cheered into the container, "Now, who of you two tastes better?" Vanessa liftet both the
boy and the girl that were left out of the container, leaving the cowering Charlotte down below.
"Sooo", Vanessa began to explain, "As you know by now, I'm a really kind and compassionate
person so I let you guys choose. One of you goes into my belly, the
other one shall be mushed between my toes. Have it your way." The little people just stared back at
the giantess in horror, neither of them saying anything.
"Confused about pros and cons?", Vanessa laughed, "Well I guess then I get to decide." With a wide
grin on her face she raised the girl above her mouth. Clara
saw the little thing fearfully staring down. Vanessa opened her mouth and presented the little morsel
with her maw. The girl shrieked horribly when Vanessa let
go. The girl fell right into the behemoth's mouth and when Vanessa's lips went shut Clara couldn't
here the screaming anymore.
Vanessa had a hard time not to laugh with an open mouth. She looked at Clara and grinned. As soon
as Vanessa disconnected her teeth a little, the tiny girl
tried to squeeze through. Vanessa gave her a little room and Clara could see more and more of the
little girl again. When she was halfway out Vanessa shook her
head and sucked the girl back in.
"Hmhmhm, feef worpim awoumb im my mouf!", Vanessa laughed. She calmed herself down a little
bit, focused, leaned her head back and swallowed. And just like
that, the little girl was gone.
"Mhhhh, now to you.", she spoke to the boy in her hand, "Some last words? Or should I just mush
you right away?" He broke down in tears: "How can you be so
horrible?! What is wrong with you? I want to live! Do you get that?" Vanessa chuckled in response:
"Hmm, seems we have a conflict of interesst, huh? And guess
what, I'm bigger then you, so I get to mash you when I want to."
"But why?!", he screamed at her in impotent frustration, "Why would you do that?" "Because it
feels awsome being so powerfull.", Vanessa licked her lips, "And
even if it didn't I'd still steam roll your puny little ass just for shits and giggles." "What have I done
that you hate me so much?", he demanded to know.
Vanessa smiled wickedly. "Nothing.", she said, "I just want to feel you smush beneath me, that's
all."
"You Monster!", the boy cried out. "That's right.", Vanessa laughed, "I'm Godzilla baby and you're a
puny little reporter who failed to get out of the way."
She sat him down right infront of her bare feet and made no initial effort to stop him from running.
And run he did. As soon as she let go of him he ran for
dear life. 'Boom', a giant foot in the way that had squashed him had he been quicker. He cut left to
hide under the display case. 'Boom', he cut back and tried
the other direction, 'Boom', back towards the giantess, 'Boom'.
Frantically looking around for closer hiding spots he almost didn't see Vanessa's foot move again.
'Boom', he managed to leap to side just in time. A heartbeat
later and he would have been paste. Vanessa had trod right where he had been standing but she had
clearly not intended to finish him yet. "Nice jump little
frog.", she teased, "Let's see if you can do that a few more times." Leap, Boom, Leap, Boom, he
stumbled and fell, her foot comming down, roll to the side,
Boom.
Her foot missed him so closely that the impact of the sole on the floor made him bump upwards a
few centimeters. In absolute panic mode he tried to get up, but
Vanessa's game of hunt and chase was over. She grabbed him with her toes and dragged him across
the floor. She flung him upwards and grabbed him again as soon
as he crashed onto the floor boards.
She continued for a while, mashing his increasingly mangled body between her toes. After a last
fling, Vanessa took a step back and admired her handiwork.
"Gosh, I love to be big.", she said. After a few futile attempts of dragging himself forward the little
guy actually managed to stand up. He just stood where he
was, staring at the feet that had tormented him.
He never took his eyes of them when Vanessa raised her foot above him and gently pushed him to
the ground beneath her foot. Slowly she began to crush him underneath the ball of her foot. Soon
after his grunts were muffled body matter came oozing out in between Vanessa's toes.
"Aaaand there he goes.", she sighed. Vanessa's eyes met Clara's and for a moment an awkward
silence filled the room. Then they both had to laugh. "I'm happy you are here.", Clara said. "I'm
happy too.", Vanessa responded, "Let's hit the city, just go celebrate."
"You've never needed a legitimate reason to get drunk, have you.", Clara teased. "Umm, yeah, I
guess we are very similar in that respect.", Vanessa winked back, "Come on, get dressed and let's
go."
Clara took the girl from her panties. The little thing was unconscious, bruised hard and drenched in
Clara's juices. "Wow, you've mangled her hard huh? Let me guess, you had Lea down there
aswell?", Vanessa asked and Clara smiled guiltily.
She put the girl back into the container next to Charlotte. "See after her.", Clara commanded, "If
you can save her maybe I let you go tomorrow morning, mhhkay?" Charlotte nodded fearfully.
Walking down the street towards the bus stop Vanessa grabbed Clara's arm: "Are you really gonna,
like, let her go tomorrow?" Clara chuckled: "No way. It's much more fun once you've established
some kind of relationship between you and them. First you give them reason to hope and later you
destroy it. The look in their eyes when the penny drops is just priceless."
They continued walking towards the bus stop, neither of them saying anything, only one question
circling in Clara's mind: What would this mean for Lea?

Clara groaned and opened her eyes. An invisible dagger stuck in her forehead, somebody had
stuffed a foul rag in her mouth and something like a thrash metal concert had to be going on in her
stomach region. The blurry vision slowly fixed itself until, relieved, she could tell that she was safe
and sound, at home, in her room and alone. She closed her eyes again.
What had happened yesterday? Oh yes, Vanessa 'happened'. Lots of confusion, lots of whine,
something of a massacre and afterwards - the city. Blurry images passed through Clara's mind.
Taking the bus to that loud and crowded place Vanessa had suggested. A tequilla shot. That cute guy
staring at her from a safe distance. "Hey can I buy you a drink?" "Sure!" Blackness.
Opening her eyes again Clara inspected her room. Her clothes and shoes were all over the floor. The
alarm clock said that is was five past eleven. A drunken text on her phone: "Wer r u? Im 2 drunk lol!
Ima take a taxi to my parents house. Call ya tomorrow <3 Vanessa"
Getting up was painfully slow. Clara's hands and legs were shaking and she almost threw up in the
hallway but after brushing her teeth and taking a very hot shower she was starting to feel a little
better. This would be hangover day, she decided. No cleaning, no gardening, period. Lea was still
sleeping, or pretending to do so, Clara didn't care much. There were some things to get in line
before.
In her bathrobe and slippers she went downstairs to make herself some breakfast, but first...the
living room was still a mess. 'Next time I'm drunk I should just clean everything up and forget I did
it', she thought and sighed at the sight of the mashed mouse people's bodies. So much for 'no
cleaning' today. Charlotte and the surviving twin cowered in a corner of the plastic container. They
looked up to Clara in sheer terror. Clara weighed the options. They'd been witness to the
monstrocities committed yesterday. They'd certainly fear Clara for the rest of their days. Kill them,
so they wouldn't be able to tell Lea?
On the other hand, Clara had saved poor red headed Charlotte twice yesterday; from the Doctor's
ways of "therapy" to Vanessa's playfull wrath. It wouldn't be right to just dispose of her now when
Clara wasn't even in the mood.
"Where is my sister?", the little blonde asked pathetically. Oh yeah. The other twin. Oops. "Look,
umm...", Clara began, "it was an accident, allright..." The little girl's red, swollen eyes widened and
her entire body started shaking uncontrollably. Clara had allready half a mind to just crush the
stupid thing. She was hungover, hungry and the theatre she would be having to put up in order to
keep Lea's friendship, if there was still something left of it, was allready dragging hard on the
strings of her nerves.
Clara decided to speed things up: "Look, I swallowed her, she's gone, allright? You live and die at
my pleasure, you do as I say. So right now I'm telling ya to stop crying or I make a fucking doormat
out of you, understood?"
The little thing stopped crying imediately. Her nose running and her body still shaking
uncontrollably, she looked Clara square in the eye. "Yes, Miss.", She squeaked. "Aaaallright.", Clara
sighed, "I'll get you a few tissues and you will clean up the box while I will clean the floor."
It was an extrordinarily disgusting job. The blood and body matter had dried and some of it had
slobbered in between the floor boards. The runner that Vanessa had stomped had sprayed all over
over the place. It didn't take long before Clara was fed up with it. Half past eleven. Sure Clara could
have a little fun before Breakfast.
She grabbed the blonde girl from the container and dropped her a few inches infront of her feet.
Before the little thing had time to react Clara's slipper was on top of her pushing her down. Lazily
Clara increased the pressure until the girls screams were muffled. Clara knew by now that not long
after that the first bones would start breaking. She had half a mind to go on, but she didn't want to
really hurt the girl, just dominate her a bit.
Clara's hand slit into her panties and lazily caressing herself while she stared out of the window. Yet
another beautiful day...oh...why did she drink so much yesterday? Such a waste of money and on
top the day after was like totally useless! A little flinch beneath her foot caught her attention. Air, oh
yes. She raised her foot to allow her toy a few breaths. As soon as the girl started begging,
"Please...!", Clara lowered her foot again. A bit more this time. After all, pleasure comes with slow
escalation, she thought and a soft moan escaped her lips.
She didn't need the stares of the cute boys at the bars and clubs. She had Jasper and as long as he
wasn't there to sate her libido these little worthless bugs would have to suffer at her pleasure. It all
seemed very right and in order. Mhh, if the little thing beneath her foot could take a little more
weight? Just a little more..."Oh!"...aaand...Clara shrieked in terror when the doorbell rang. Quickly
she took the coughing girl from under her foot and dumped her into the container.
She tied her bathrobe fast and went to open the door.
A late teen age girl was standing outside and smiled broadly when Clara opened the door. She was a
little over weight, had blonde hair almost touching her shoulders and wore a black short dress with
an enormous cleavage. Clara's first idea was that she'd like to see a mouse person being squashed
between those humongous tits. "Hello?", Clara asked after a few seconds of the girl just smiling at
her. Had this high school brat seen Clara through the window? Oh please not! And why hadn't Clara
seen her?
"Hi.", the girl began, chewing chewing gum, "I'm from ER4MH-Project aaand I'd like you to sign
our petition to extent human rights to Mus Hominae. You know, those cute mouse people that are
starting to show up more and more everywhere. We want to protect them from, you know all that
nasty stuff that people do to them, you know traps, poison and killin' them and stuff."
Without a hangover Clara would propably have bursted out laughing but in her current state she was
only capable of a tired smile. That girl had definetly come to the right house. "Umm", Clara began,
"Isn't it illegal to kill them, like, for pleasure, allready?" "Yeah", the girl said, "but thats like only
animal proection stuff, you know, aaand the way that they are and stuff, like so totally human we
feel that they deserve the same rights as us." "I'm not so sure...", Clara began but the girl interrupted
her: "Have you ever seen one of them for real?" "No...", Clara lied.
The girl reached in her black bag that she was carrying and seemed to look for something in it.
"Come here little guy, it's all for your best you know.", she muttered. After a short while the girl
withdrew her hand from the bag and held a little mouse man in her fleshy fist. "Look how human
they are.", they girl grinned. The poor little guy was scared to death. He looked around frantically
and tried to escape the giant beefy fingers that were holding him. When he noticed Clara he
screamed, "You have to help me! Please!", before his screams were muffled by the girl just
squeezing the air out of him.
"Well, that didn't look like you respected his rights.", Clara said raising an eyebrow. The girl smiled
apologetically: "Well, you know, we've been given these 'little helpers' by the church that we go
around for to get the petitions signed 'n stuff. And, well, let's just say mine is a little dull when it
comes to understanding we are doing this to protect him and his species. He allways talks about
how he wants to go home, like, where ever that is. haha."
It didn't sound very convincing. "You've been sentenced to public service with the church, right?",
Clara asked. The girl rolled her eyes: "Yap. So?" "And what you've been convicted for?", Clara
continued. The girl held up the man in her fist who was slowly turning blue before she released the
pressure on him. He was panting and gasped for air. "Smushed three of these, sombody saw me and
reported.", the girl said, utterly uncaring, "Stupid judge said that it was , like, 'very unlikely for me
to step on three little people with three consecutive steps and not noticing it.' Well, I guess you'll
never sign this stupid petition now, will ya? I have to get 30 by the end of the day so, um."
Not awaiting a response the girl turned around and walked away. Baffled, Clara closed the door and
observed the walking girl through the windows. After some ten or so meters the girl stopped and
looked back to the door. Clara ducked down in case she'd peek through the windows. When Clara
dared to get up again she saw the girl dangling the mouse man from before infront of her face,
yelling at him. Then she stuffed him into her cleavge, grabbed her tits and squeezed them together.
After a few squeezes she started laughing and only squeezed harder. With her right hand she
withdrew the man from between her enormous tits and set him down infront of her feet. Clara saw
the girls left hand going below her black skirt. The man was lying on the gravel evidently unable to
walk but waving one hand begging for mercy.
The girl looked down at him and seemed to enjoy his grovel for a while before she raised one of her
black sneakers and stomped the man into the drive way. She straightened her dress and continued
walking as if nothing ever happened.
Clara couldn't surpress a snicker. It seemed she really wasn't alone with her 'special' desires. Maybe
the bloody head shrinker was right after all? She went to the plastic container and looked down at
the girls that were scrapping the last body off of it's surface. Maybe it was their destiny to be
tortured and crushed, she thought. A rumble from her stomach that even caused Charlotte and the
blonde girl to look up reminded Clara of what she was doing before she got distracted. With a much
better mood she cleaned the rest of the bodies off the floor.
When the living room was OK again Clara cleaned Charlotte and the blonde girl in the kitchen sink.
"Hey blondie, whats your name?", Clara asked. The girl looked up. "Jeni-", she started to say before
Clara squeezed the air out of her in her fist. Clara repeated the sentence slowly and forcible: "Hey
Blondie, whats your name?" She continued to squeeze the girl for a few more seconds before she let
go. Coughing the little girl said: "Blondie, Miss. That's my name."
"That's right blondie.", Clara mused, "You'll be my little blonde bimbo. Would you like to be my
little blonde bimbo servant Blondie?"
The girl looked up to Clara again with a pleading expression in her eyes. Not recieving any merciful
reaction from Clara she said: "Yes Miss." "Would you like me to squeeze you again?", Clara asked.
The girl started weeping. "Yes miss.", she sobbed and Clara squeezed. Grinning she observed
Blondie struggling for air. The desperation in her eyes. Clara noticed that she wasn't the only one
enjoying the spectacle. Charlotte stood in the sink, though naked and shivering but still looking
transfixed at the struggling Blondie.
When Charlotte noticed Clara's gaze she looked to the ground imediately. Clara raised and eyebrow
and let the near unconscious Blondie dropp into the sink. Had Charlotte actually just enjoyed
watching Clara being mean? Clara decided that this was something she would have to invesitgate
later. Twelve o'clock, plenty of time to investigate.

Clara dried the little girls up with a dish towel. She took a moment to inspect Charlotte and Blondie
a little closer. Charlotte was a pale, beautiful girl with curled red hair and unlike Blondie she
actually looked well fed. Blondie was cute too, not such a stunning beauty as Charlotte but still a
sweet little thing. Her macerated body was dotted with bruises stemming no doubt from Clara's
abuses.
Clara spared no efforts for her hangover breakfast. She made some scrambled eggs with cheese and
a side of bacon, put some frozen croissants in the oven and made a big strawberry yoghurt shake.
She could see Charlotte rubbing her belly as the delicious smell filled the kitchen. The girl she had
lazily named Blondie didn't look like she was going to eat ever again, despite the fact that she
looked like she'd been underfed her whole life.
Clara sat down infront of the two mouse girls and they looked up to her face in fear. "Okay", she
began, "I'm going to get Lea, Charlotte, you saw her yesterday before Vanessa and I had a little fun
at your expense." Blondie was clearly offended by the gross understatement and gave Clara a
hatefull look. Charlotte's expression remained unreadable.
"I don't care what you think or feel.", Clara said briskly, "Important is only one thing: You tell Lea
something that upsets her and I'll have the fun of my life with you two before I steamroll you both
into the ground. Understood?" The two frightened girls nodded vigorously. Clara was serious, this
was no game of hers. One of these little brats tell Lea about yesterday evening she'd device the most
horrible, unthinkable torments for them before she'd trample them until they'd be nothing more than
a pink mist on the floor. What was to become of Lea then she wasn't quite sure of yet.
"So, Vanessa and I played some games with you yesterday.", Clara explained, "Jason escaped but
when we looked for him we found Blondie who quickly agreed to be my little servant. Didn't you
Blondie?" The girl shook with discontent but obediently said: "Yes Miss." "What kind of games, uh,
Miss?", Charlotte asked hesitantly. A mattering question, Clara found.
"Like, hide and seek, truth or dare.", Clara explained further, "Anything but grinding your pitiable
brothers and sisters to a pulp for entertainment. Should Lea ask questions you better come up with a
cover up, or...", she made a squelching sound with her tongue and the girls cringed in fear. "H-Her
bruises?", Charlotte fearfully asked, pointing at Blondie.
Wow, Clara thought, on which side was that little idiot? She'd just threatened to mush her but
Charlotte was still helping to cover holes in Clara's story.
Clara smiled viciously and towered above the tiny girls. "...Come up with something. Both of you.",
she said. "She fell!", Charlotte yelled after a short pause, "F-from the table! O-or she asked to be
punished." Blondie's head spun around. "Didn't you?!", the red head added, daring. Blondie
remained silent for a few seconds before she looked up to Clara and said: "Yes Miss.", her voice
loaded with helpless frustration.
Clara secretly applauded Charlotte's recognition of Blondies lower status. She'd unhasitatingly kill
Blondie at whim but Charlotte she'd give at least a second thought.
The red haired still looked over to Blondie who seemingly struggled for an answer. "You,
uh...accidently dropped me!", it came after a while. "Smushed between my toes or under my
buttocks, what would you rather be?", Clara asked smiling. She thought to see a triumphant look in
Charlotte's face for a moment and looked closer, giving Blondie time to save her life.
"I-I had them before. A punishment, b-by my tribe, f-for wanting to be your servant even before you
found me!", Blondie yelled quickly. Terror seemed to unleash genii in these little creatures.
"Wow.", Clara said, pretending admiration, "A second longer and I would have squashed you." The
hint of prowess in the blonde girl's face vanished immediately.
Of course Lea allready learned that Clara enjoyed her little killing games now and then but
yesterday evening had taken things to a whole new level and Clara didn't want for Lea to fear her
any more than the poor thing propably did allready.
"The eggs are getting cold and the croissants are almost done, I'm going to get Lea now.", Clara
said, stood up and went upstairs.
Upon seeing her little friend Clara's mood cheered up even more. Lea was awake and looked at
Clara as she entered the room. "Good morning sweetie.", Clara cooed, "Did you sleep well?" Lea
returned a quizzical look. "Did you have that much fun yesterday?", she asked. "Yeah.", Clara
cheered, "Vanessa and I hit the city soon after you went to bed and...yeah it was pretty awsome."
"Downstairs I mean.", Lea said annoyed, "With Jason and what was that poor red headed girls
name? I suppose one is a pile of goo stuck to the bottom of Vanessa's shoe and the other is a
flattened corpse in the living room?" "Nah.", Clara responded sarcasticly as if being offended, "We
stuck their heads in our assholes and farted them to death."
Lea looked shocked. "They're both alive!", Clara snorted, "Or at least Charlotte is. Jason I don't
know. We were playing hide and seek and he hid a little too well. But I found another one while
looking for Jason, one of your tribe, a girl. They're both downstairs. The new one is a bit strange
though, she begged me to let her be my servant because she's so 'amazed' with me. And she says her
name is 'Blondie', what a stupid name is that?"
Lea looked positively amazed, still a bit sceptical but refrained from asking any further questions.
"I'm hungry.", She said after a short pause. "Perfect!", Clara cheered, "Because I have breakfast
allredy on the table! I've got bacon and eggs and everything, you gonna love it!" Lea looked happy.
Before returning to the kitchen Clara took her little friend to the living room and put Lea back in her
clothes. They were a little torn from Vanessa's drunken carelessness yesterday but Lea looked happy
to have them back.
In the kitchen Clara gently set Lea infront of Charlotte and Blondie. The two girls hadn't dared to
move an inch away from where they were when Clara left the kitchen. "Charlotte, you know Lea
from yesterday.", Clara announced, "And Blondie, this is Lea. Bow before your betters." Blondie
obeyed immediately. Lea turned to Clara: "She doesn't look like she's enjoying herself."
Indeed. Not only was the blonde girl's body covered in bruises but she also looked like she had
cried through the night. And the expression on her face didn't help either. It was about to tear apart
the web of lies that Clara had been weaving. "Well...?", Lea inquired harshly.
Clara cursed herself in her mind. She should've wiped the floor with this little bitch. Just a crunch
beneath her foot and the current situation would have been avoided. Well, it wasn't too late to add
two screaming little girls to her breakfast - "I just miss my tribe!", Blondie blurted out, "Yesterday I
thought it would be really cool to be Clara's servant but...I really want to go home. I miss my mom
and dad. Could you help me off this table, Clara?"
Clara's mouth fell open. This bitch even had the audacity to smile! Challenging, Blondie looked up
to Clara, her eyes sparkling with hate and triumph. Clara raced through her options. She would
torture Blondie to death, that was out of question, but she had to make sure Lea wouldn't see. To
buy some time she smiled and said: "Well, that's very sad. We had such a great time together. Why
don't you at least have breakfast with us and I let you go after that, ok?"
Blondie was about to decline but Charlotte was quicker to open her mouth: "Yeah, look at all this
great food!", she took a deep breath through her nose and smiled mischeivously, "Don't you smell
that? It would be so sad if you wouldn't stay at least for a taste." "I don't even know you yet.", Lea
quickly followed, "Who are your parents, maybe I know them! I'm also from the house tribe, you
know. Sure you can stay for, like, a half an hour more?"
Clara had an idea. Regardless of what Blondie would do, she was dead. It was only a matter of
sooner or later. And Clara was getting hot again. She smiled down at Blondie, letting her know.
Blondie swallowed hard before she spoke: "I, uh, I'd really like to go home now! I don't think I like
your food, sorry Clara." Lea looked disappointed but Charlotte looked amused.
Clara's smile became only wider and she snatched Blondie from the table, squeezing the air out of
her to prevent her from talking. "Okay.", Clara said as she spun around and walked towards the hall
way, "I'll set you down where I found you. You guys allready start, okay? The food is getting cold!"
When she was in the hallway a beeping tone from the fridge told her that the crossaints in the oven
were ready. Bad timing, she thought, but pretended not to hear it. Hopefully the alarm would drown
out any noise she'd make while dealing with Blondie.
When she was in the living room Clara sat down on the sofa. She allowed Blondie to speak but the
girl was coughing and struggling for air too much. "You know, the smart thing would be to flatten
you, go back to kitchen and pretend I set you down and let you go.", Clara smiled sadistically, "But
I think I can come up with one more lie to explain why it took me so long."
Blondie found her words: "You fucking bitch! You monster! You...please don't kill me.", she broke
out in tears, "please, I...I'll be your servant, I'll do what ever you want but please don't kill meee!"
Clara's bathrobe was allready undone and without another word she slipped the begging girl into her
panties. She didn't bother playing around. The prospect of what was to come and Blondies begging
had allready worked Clara up and her little victim would get the full force right away. She violently
pressed the girl against her clit with her right and fingered herself with the left hand.
It was even better than yesterday. Clara laughed, drunk with power as she abused Blondie not only
without restraint but the determination to masturbate her to death. Clara pushed her own face into
the upholstery and screamed lustfully. She changed hands and shoved the little plaything inside
herself. Her love muscles tightened and it felt like Blondie almost tore in half.
Before Clara came she changed hands again and mashed the little girl's head into her clit. Her back
arched and her body roared up as she came. She screamed orgasmically into the living room before
she collapsed on the sofa. Panting, lying on her back she stared to the ceiling for a few minutes.
Blondie was done. Her skull was broken and her face pressed flat. Several other bones broken too
as it seemed. Bruised over and over and her nose was bleeding. Clara felt amazingly powerfull. She
had killed a little thing just with her lust.
She sat up and looked at the tiny broken form in her palm before she held out her hand and turned it
upside down, letting the dead Blondie fall to the floor.
She was flattened by the first step Clara took on her way back to the kitchen.

Clara felt the tiny body mash nicely beneath her weight. After two more steps towards the door she
turned back around and trod on it again, twisting her foot. Blondie was ground to a bloody pulp
beneath Clara's slippers. The crunching sound they made never failed to make Clara hot. She
cleaned her shoe with a tissue from the coffee table and returned to the kitchen.
The oven was filled with thick smoke. Clara faked a sigh, opened a window and turned the heat
down. The crossaints were burned black. "Well, I guess it's toast again. Yay.", she tried to sound
annoyed. Lea looked like something entirely different was troubling her.
"What took you so long and what was that scream?", she demanded to know. Clara had to fake a
story, quick. "Umm", she began and smiled guiltily, "That was me, heh. My new little friend did me
one last favor before I let her go." Charlotte dug her face into a huge piece of egg to surpress a
laugh. Lea looked highly
unconvinced.
"You mean she...", Lea was stammering, searching for words, "...gave you...she pleasured you with
her tongue before you let her go?" At the end she sounded
almost hopefully. "Yes.", Clara said and couldn't hide a grin. A howl emitted from the egg around
Charlotte's face. "What's the matter with her?", Lea asked
puzzled, "Anyway, so...she's, uh, alive?"
"Of course.", Clara said trying to carry as much conviction as possible. Charlotte took the egg away
from her face, holding her breath, tears of joy in her
eyes. Her face was almost as red as her hair. Clara couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
Lea was getting angry: "What the heck, am I missing something here? Do you two know something
that I don't? You killed her, right?! And yesterday, I bet you
smushed poor Jason too!" Clara caught herself considering just how much of this silly theatre Lea's
friendship was worth. Time to end this crap, she decided,
...in a gentle way. One last try.
"Look at Charlotte.", Clara reasoned, "Do you believe that if Vanessa and I had a killing fest
yesterday and I just murdered the next one of you she'd be happy
like that?" "I don't know about her.", Lea rambled on, "She could be some weird freak who is into
ogrish monstrocities like you are!" Charlotte stopped
laughing.
Wow, Clara thought, was little Lea maybe not that naive after all?
Clara was about to say something that would scare the life out of her little friend when Lea's
expression suddenly changed. "I'm so sorry!", the little girl
yelled, ran over to Clara's arm and hugged it, "I didn't mean to say that, I'm so sorry!" Lea burried
her face in Clara's skin.
Clara saw Charlotte looking at them both, showing an evil and knowing smile. Clara smiled back
and regretted it a moment later. Lea was right, Clara thought,
what was the matter with her? Was Charlotte really into cruelty or was she going to tell Lea the
truth about everything as soon as she'd get the chance? Was she being sarcastic, seeing things would
soon go to an end with her?
The best thing would propably be to get rid of her as soon as possible but that would mean a
continuation of this tiring drama with Lea. Also, Clara was
intrigued to find out about what Charlotte's true colors were. It was a risk Clara was going to take.
still, upon the lightest suspicion Clara would kill her,
make it look like an accident or something. It'd be sad though, Clara thought, to waste such a
beautiful thing.
"What you thinking of?", Lea asked looking up to Clara. "Nothing.", Clara said quickly, averting
her gaze from Charlotte, "Let's just...eat, I'm freaking
starving." "Okay.", Lea sighed giving Clara a last glance as to make sure everything was allright.
"You should try and get Charlotte some clothes.", Lea said with a mouth full of egg a few minutes
later, "And I could use some new ones too." She emphasized it by poking her finger through a hole
in her torn clothes. Charlotte who was licking yoghurt shake off a spoon looked up and nodded
vigorously. "Hmmm", Clara said looking around in the kitchen.
She got up and crouched infront of the large kitchen cabinet. Nothing alive underneath it seemed
but a few dry bread crumps piled up next to a tiny pile of what looked like peas gave Clara all the
hints she needed. A movement caught her eye. A small thread was slowly being dragged up into a
really tiny gap between two boards in the shelf. Even for mouse people it would be difficult to
squeeze through there but not impossible, Clara guessed.
She snickered as she opened the lower door of the cabinet. Plates everywhere. She grabbed the
whole stack and put it on the ground next to her. Five little
mouse people pressed their backs against the back of the cabinet staring at her in fear. 'Oh, what I
could do with you', Clara thought, biting her lip. A boy
made a leap for the hole. Head first he squeezed himself through the tiny gap and when he was
halfway in Clara lazily reached underneath the furniture and
gently pulled him through.
Smiling at the pack she turned him around in her hand and shoved him back up. Before he could
free himself she reached around and pinned his head between her thumb and index finger. He tried
to free himself with his arms, but Clara's pinch was too strong. "What's going on?", Lea had to yell
from the table for Clara to hear her. Clara ignored her. They couldn't see what was going on from
the table.
The remaining two boys and two girls at the back of the cabinet didn't dare to move. Clara pointed
at the two females. "You! Undress!", she ordered. The girls
gulped and exchanged a quick look but didn't move. "If you don't want to have me squash your little
buddy's head here...", Clara squeezed her fingers together
to make the boy squeal, "...I recommend you do what I say."
"Clara, don't scare them!", Lea yelled in a reprehending tone. 'Such a shame', Clara thought. The
little girls undressed immediately. They wore ponchos and
skirts all made from various threads around the house. They put their things in neat piles infront of
them and retreated to the back of the cabinet. Clara took
the clothes without letting the boy go. She gave them all a last glance and smiled.
In a quick move she let the boy go and grabbed the stack of plates with both hands. It was heavy.
The boy was still struggling through the hole when he noticed
the huge shadow decenting upon him. He raised his arms against the plates but he was way too
weak. One of the girls shrieked when the stack of plates settled directly on the hole.
The clacking noises of the plates muffled the flattening of the boy's torso and head. Clara peeked
under the cabinet a last time. His legs were still kicking
wildly for a moment before his struggles ceased forever. Clara snatched up the clothes that she had
let slip to the floor and slammed the cabinet's door shut
with her ass. 'Some playthings for later', she though and hoped they wouldn't escape.
Holding the captured garments up she returned to the table. Lea gave her a dispraising look: "Was
that necessary, to scare them like that? You could've just
asked nicely and they'd propably given you what you wanted." "I doubt it.", Clara said handing the
clothes to the girls, "They were all scared shitless. I had
to be a little rough on'em to get them moving, plus, nobody was hurt, so what are you worrying
about?"
"I don't like the way you treat them.", Lea argued, "Like they're fair game for you to play with." "I
honestly think they are fair game.", Charlotte spoke
frankly, "I mean, they are living in Clara's house without her consent, right? Are you really ok with,
like, them stealing your food and stuff?" She looked up
to Clara.
"Umm", Clara said a little perplexed, "Yeah, uh, they mostly eat the stuff that's on the floor anyway,
so they actually help me keep the place clean. And since
I had a little agreement with'em I haven't seen a single drop of mouse people poop anywhere."
"Smart.", Charlotte admitted as she put on the poncho. Lea still
seemed to pout.
Clara relaxed and enjoyed her shake while Charlotte started a little small talk with Lea about where
she came from. It seemed to distract Lea from being angry
with Clara. Charlotte had always lived in captivity. She was born at a petshop among many others.
She allways hoped to end up at some nice place maybe in the
hands of a young girl who'd care for her and wouldn't handle her too roughly. Those who didn't sell
ended up in the cage and then belly of some carnivore after
some time.
She was used to young uncaring hands squeezing her a little too tight. However, when a new
assistant came to the shop things got worse. 'That spoiled brat',as Charlotte hatefully called her,
used every free minute to terrorize the littles. Those that didn't sell she was especially happy to get
her hands on and more often than once a perfectly sellable one would slip into the pool of rejects.
She'd happily chew a few up right infront of the cage and force the last one to clean her teeth before
swallowing him whole. Others she'd put her cigarette out
on or tape them to the floor beneath the counter and lazily squash them flat whenever she got bored.
But one day a huge 'doctor-man' took many of them at once, Charlotte too. The doctor cared good
for them. He fed them well and even checked on their health. But their numbers quickly vanished.
Charlotte was among the last three specimen in the doctor's cage before they all were taken out and
put in a glass jar.
As a new method of channeling bad feelings, frustrations, helplessness, anger and so forth the
doctor had his patients abuse and kill little people just like
the assistant in the shop had, only these troubled minds had infinitely crueller ideas.
"When Clara came in I thought that was it.", Charlotte said, "The doctor only had us killed when he
wasn't officially recieving somebody, you know. And Clara
had to step on one of us three to save the other two. I'm so thankful she didn't choose me."
"Clara?!", Lea roared but Charlotte interrupted her. "She did it to save us or all of us would have
died!", she screamed angrily, "And for all I care she can
step on all our kind in the world so long as it isn't me!" Lea looked at her, shocked. Charlotte
calmed down: "I'm sorry Lea but you haven't seen what I have.
I'm just lucky to be alive."
Lea's look eased up a little as well. "And to be honest", Charlotte continued, "I'm pretty glad to be
where I am right now, as should you.", she looked up to
Clara, "She gives you food, clothes, love...she doesn't abuse you." "Actually...", Lea started before
Clara hastily cut her off. "Umm, why don't you tell
Charlotte about the life of a free mouse girl, hmm?", she suggested a little too loud. Charlotte
looked at Clara, then at Lea and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh!", Lea exclaimed happily and talked about how wonderfull their life in the garden was, how
she grew up, how the mean, mean flower bed tribe came and they seeked refuge in Clara's house.
Clara had allready heard that story and decided to make herself some coffee.
Oddly enough Lea seemed to trust Charlotte much quicker than she had Clara. And much more so
too. She told Charlotte about the boy in her tribe that she liked but who never really got back to her
because whenever they were not gathering food they'd think about gathering food and never really
got to enjoy life. Clara secretely wondered if that boy had allready ended up beneath her or Vanessa
or if he was still alive, shivering in a hiding spot somewhere when her deadly feet stomped by. He'd
be fun to play with.
Lea also told Charlotte about her brother John and his temper and how afraid she was when she met
Clara. She left out the part where Clara had used her as a sex toy and almost flattened her
afterwards.
"Umm...Clara?", Lea shyly spoke up after a while, "Umm, I need to take a wee." "Not on the
table!", Clara responded strictly. "Of course not!", Lea said
aggrieved, "Can I do it somewhere else and, umm, in private?"
Clara took Lea outside on the patio and set her in a flower pot with a plant that had died last winter.
"I'll come back in a few minutes.", Clara said but Lea
shook her head. "Take your time.", she said embarassed, "This might take, uh, a little longer." She
smiled apologetically. "Urgh, that's gross!", Clara laughed and went back inside.
The coffee machine was done and she poured herself some. "That smells like it tastes horrible.",
Charlotte laughed when Clara took a sip of the coffee. "I'd
give you some.", Clara smiled, "But I'm afraid it might kill you." "Soo...", Charlotte began
hesitantly, "You don't want to kill me?" 'Smart girl', Clara
thought but didn't let Charlotte see her astonishment.
"Well, not with coffee anyway. I want to feel you when I do it.", she said as if talking about a
banality. Charlotte seemed uneasy. "Just teasing!", Clara
laughed, "Oh, you should've seen your face." Charlotte rolled her eyes: "Just please don't kill me,
okay?" "Mmmmh can't promise that", Clara continued teasing.
"Whatever.", Charlotte said annoyed, "I couldn't stop you anyway, so. But I'm not going to put on a
show for you."
"Oh believe me.", Clara said taking a sip of coffee, "You would." "You're propably right.", Charlotte
sounded bitter. Clara sighed before she said: "Oh come on.
I'm not going to kill you, allright? Can I do anything to cheer you up, like, smush something else?"
"Like what?", Charlotte asked. "Like, maybe, four little
mouse people I have trapped in the cabinet?", Clara winked at her. "You evil monster.", Charlotte
grinned wickedly, "But I don't think Lea would approve."
"So what.", Clara said, shrugging her shoulders, "She's outside, fertilizing my flowers." Charlotte
made big eyes: "You mean like, 'feeding the crops'?" Clara
laughed: "Nah, she's taking a poop." "Hmm.", Charlotte said in thoughts, "Why do you even put up
with her?"
Clara stopped laughing and sceptically cocked her head. She hoped Charlotte would know where
the line was. "I mean.", Charlotte continued, "She's terribly
naive, lightly slow witted and preaching all the time. How does she manage to hold you back?
Sometimes it seems like she's the giant and you're the mouse. If I
was talking to you like she is I'd propably be added to your breakfast. Or worse."
Clara smiled pittyfully: "Yap. And unfortunately for you the same goes for talking about Lea."
Without another word Clara stood up and threw off her bathrobe. She grabbed the puzzled Charlotte
and dumbed her on the wooden chair. Charlotte hatefully looked into Clara's eyes for a moment
before she started sobbing:
"Please don't..." Slowly turning around Clara said: "See? You're allready begging."

Charlotte just stood staring up at Clara's massive behind that would crush her like a grape. The
wooden chair was unforgiving, no chance of survival. She was sobbing and occaisionally shook
violently from head to toe. Clara looked down at her. „Are you sorry?", she asked after a while. The
little girl nodded her head and wiped her nose with her poncho.
Clara sighed. „Give me one good reason not to sit down.“, she said, cold. „I'm sorry!“, Charlotte
begged in tears. „I allready made sure of that.“, Clara countered unforgivingly, „A reason, Charlotte,
now.“
Charlotte dropped to her knees. Her voice was frustrated and hopeless when she spoke: „What the
fuck could I offer you?! I got nothing except for these clothes that you gave me! I just want to live,
that's all. And, fuck, seriously?! You didn't notice Lea is holding you back? Are you fucking
retarded?!“
Clara turned her face away and slowly sat down. „Wait!“, Charlotte cried from under her ass. Clara
positioned her so that her head was just peaking out from under the side of her left butt cheek. She
lowered herself until Charlotte was pressed against the chair. The little girl had some trouble
breathing.
„Wait!“, Charlotte croaked, struggling for air, „Urgh, what are you going to tell Lea?“
Clara sighed and lowered herself further crushing the air out of the girl's chest. Charlotte's mouth
was moving but she didn't make any sound at all. Her little eyes begged for forgiveness. Was there
anything to forgive though? Charlotte had only said what Clara had thought all along. Clara
compressed the girl a bit more.
She wasn't comfortable at all with that line of thinking and she vented her bad mood on Charlotte.
Besides Clara admitted to herself that she was bored and really wanted to flatten something. Why
was it that any girl she'd keep besides Lea ended up dead so quickly? Iri, Blondie, now Charlotte.
Charlotte's face was slowly turning blue. She was right, what was Clara going to tell Lea? It'd be
drama again, just when Lea seemed sound and happy. „You're not going to take Lea's place.“, Clara
said decidedly and emphazised it by carefully pressing the girl even flatter before lifting her butt off
the chair.
Charlotte rolled over to the side, coughed and gasped for air. Then she collapsed. Clara grabbed her
and held her in her palm. Poor little thing. 'Smart girl though', Clara thought. Even though Charlotte
had clearly misjudged Clara's feelings for Lea she had still been able to safe herself from Clara's
wrath. A rare talent.
Clara noticed angrily that Charlotte had fallen unconscious. And it was about time to get Lea.
Quickly Clara stood up and went over to the sink. She turned the cold water on and was just about
to hold the little girl under when she noticed a new problem. She would have to explain Charlotte's
wet clothes.
Furiously flaring her nostrils Clara carefully started to undress the unconscious girl. It was a
precarious business. The fabric of the dress and poncho was thin and fragile to Clara's strong
fingers. Clara noticed for the first time how soft and delicate the threading was. She had to restrain
herself not to tear it appart.
After some two minutes Charlotte was finally undressed and her clothes still intact. It did only take
a few seconds until Charlotte woke up under the stream of ice cold water. She coughed again and
frightenedly looked up to Clara before she asked: „Wh-What happened?“
Clara raised an eyebrow. Could she really have forgotten what Clara had done to her? That'd be
very convenient. Too good to be true, to be exact. „We played a little too ruff and you fell
unconscious.“, Clara said caring. She thought to see a hint of indignation in Charlotte's eyes but it
vanished too quickly for Clara to be sure.
It was replaced by an expression of gratefullness and Charlotte theatrically hugged Clara's thumb.
„Well, thanks again for letting me live.“, Charlotte beemed up at Clara. It didn't sound sarcastic at
all but Clara still thought that there was something odd about it.
Either Charlotte really couldn't remember what had happened or she was even smarter and bolder
than Clara had thought. If she was really faking it it meant that she understood her place. Either
way, Clara was pleased with it. „I'm going to get Lea.“, she said and put Charlotte together with her
clothes back on the table. She put on her bathrobe and went outside.
As soon as she left the house she noticed that the flower pot was empty. Lea was gone. Alarmed
Clara looked around. „Help me!“, a soft and distant cry came through. „Where are you?“, Clara
called out but didn't get a response. Furiously Clara searched through the pots, chairs and garden
tools that stood around.
When she lifted a flowerpot that stood in the corner between the house and the building extension
she saw them. Two tiny men with dirty skin and clothes, one holding a wooden spear and the other
what looked like a tiny glass shard. He held it directly under Lea's chin and covered the tiny girl's
mouth with his free hand.
The one with the spear looked like a young man, the other seemed to be much older.
Clara sat the flower pot aside. „One move, giant, and I kill yer little friend!“, The man holding the
glass shard spat. Clara weighed her options. The men looked serious and she feared for Lea's life. „I
should just kill you, ye bloody traitor cunt!“, the man murmured into Lea's ear but loudly enough
for Clara to hear it, „You house-tribe cowards employ the monster now, 'cause ye'r too weak to fight
us, eh?“
He uncovered Lea's mouth but she looked much too afraid to say anything. „I'm willing to make a
trade!“, the man announced, „I will escort this little beauty to the flower beds and then you can have
her back.“ Clara thought about it before she spoke: „I accept. But I will be close by you as you
escort her. I'm not staying here. You'd just cut her throat and be gone by the time i'm over there.“
The man spat on the ground and seemed to consider her propasal. „Too risky.“, he said after a while,
„You'd crush us as soon as we let her go.“ Clara noticed the man with the spear walk away from Lea
and the other man. He kneeled down and took something from in between two paving stones. He
held it high into the light and Clara saw what it was. Another splinter of glass.
She saw her chance and acted right away. Distracted by his find the man noticed too late the giant
foot that was coming down on him. With a sickening squelch Clara trod the man flat under her left
foot. Some blood and inards squirted out from the side of Clara's sliper. „Woah!“, the knife wielding
man shouted before he let out a cry of pain. Lea had bit his arm and struggled free. She ran directly
for Clara's right foot.
Clara raised it and stomped down directly in between Lea and the attacker just as he was attempting
to pursue. She kicked the man further into the corner. He crashed against the wall and struggled
back up, but seeing he was cornered and had lost his hostage he just hatefully looked up to Clara.
Clara smirked: „Hey, what's wrong? Lost your safety net, huh?“ „Why did you have to do that?“,
the man nodded to Clara's left foot that was still crushing the younger man flat, „He was a good lad.
This was his third summer. He was my son.“ His voice was crude and bitter.
Clara wasn't sure if she was some how morally obligated to feel guilty for squashing the man's son.
After all, they were threatening to kill Lea. Still, a tiny sting of guilt kept her from making the elder
man level with the ground. „And what did you think, huh?“, Clara returned the question, „That I'd
just stand here and look while you kill my friend?“
„We were just here to scout the house tribe!“, The man yelled. „Well“, Clara said with a statisfied
smirk, „Then you could've just minded your own business and not try and take her hostage or what
ever it was you were doing, and would've avoided this.“ She briefly raised her left foot revealing the
flattened form of the younger man.
„Oh, but she's a fine hostage. Otherwise you would've just stepped on all three of us. You worry
about her.“, he said softly. To Clara's astonishment the man smiled superiorly up to her. „Lea, I
know you don't like it, but I will go ahead and kill this one now, okay? He creeps me out.“, Clara
asked insecurely but didn't get a response. „Lea?“, she repeated and looked for her friend at her feet.
Lea was no where to be seen. Clara even lifted both her feet to check if she accidently crushed her.
However that was not the case the man's sinister smile grew wider. It made a cold shiver run down
Clara's spine.
„We took her.“, another mouse-male's voice said behind Clara, „She's our hostage and well out of
your reach. If you want her back you will let this man go and not pursue us. You will henceforth
quit any killing of members of the flower-beds-tribe or your friend shall be brutalised until she is
dead.“ The voice sounded highly official in some way.
Clara spun around but couldn't see the one who had talked. „We will deliver further terms shortly.“,
the voice added before Clara briefly saw a tiny man run behind a few flower pots towards the
garden.
Thunderstruck Clara slowly turned around. The man was still smiling up at her. 'We will deliver
further terms shortly.', What the Heck? Clara thought about what those terms might be. Stopping to
kill them, well, as soon as she would have Lea back she'd go full genocide on the flower bed tribe,
that was for sure.
They could want food or ask for members of the house tribe for slaves or something. Maybe she'd
have to kill some other tribe or scare a cat off. Something told her they would try to squeeze as
much use out of Lea as they could. Clara had to get her back, the quicker the better. Still, this tribe
was to be taken seriously. They looked like they'd really hurt Lea if Clara wouldn't meet their terms.
She noticed the man moving. He just casually strolled past her towards the garden. „Where are you
going?“, Clara asked, snubbed by his lack of terror infront of her. „Home.“, he grunted happily, „Ye
have to let me go. Haha, how you like that? Not very much eh? Haha!“
Clara sat her foot in his path and smirked hatefully: „They didn't specify in which condition.“ He
looked up at her and swallowed hard. She grabbed him with her right had and pinned him on his
back, his arms spread to each side of him. He knew what was going to happen. „No, no! I'll hurt yer
little bitch for this!“
Clara doubted it. They wouldn't throw away their hostage just because she got a little revenge on an
old man. He cried out in pain as Clara's foot settled on his right arm. A few cracks were heard and
Clara twisted her shoe just a little to ensure loss of limb. His left arm followed suit. With his arms
terribly mangled he wasn't able to get up anymore so Clara helped him to his feet.
„You hurt a single hair on her head and I'll root you out one by one until your silly little tribe is
extinct.“, She told him before she let him go. Crying, stumbling and mumbling he made his way
back to the Garden. Unsure what to do Clara took a step to follow him before she remembered they
forbid her to pursue. Her head spinning, Clara went back inside.
„Why do you look so troubled?“, Charlotte asked when Clara reentered the kitchen, „And where is
Lea?“ Clara told her what happened. The little girl's eyes went wide as Clara spoke but as before,
Clara couldn't really tell if Charlotte's expressions were true.
„Hmmm“, Charlotte began, wrinkling her forehead, „I guess you should've taken her up as soon as
she'd broken free.“ „Well, duh! That doesn't help me now, Charlotte!“, Clara snapped angrily.
„Allright, allright.“, Let me think about it some more.“, Charlotte tried to calm her down.
Clara angrily stared out of the window. She was mostly angry with herself. Why had she been so
careless? If not the flower-bed-tribesmen a cat or some vicious bird could have taken Lea. She
would have to find an indoor toilett solution for her tiny friends. 'Another idea that doesn't help
now', she thought bitterly.
„You need to interrogate flower-bed-tribes people to find out where they took Lea.“, Charlotte
suggested after a while, „Then you can maybe go free her. It's risky, I know, but I think it might be
worth a shot.“
„How do you mean 'interrogate' them?“, Clara asked. „Pff, you know what I mean.“, Charlotte
answered sneering, „I've been beneath you and, would you have asked, I would've told you my
boldest secr-“ She stopped, looked into Clara's eyes and swallowed hard. Clara grinned: „Ohh, so
you do remember huh?“ She raised her hand as if she was going to swat Charlotte flat. The little girl
cowered on the table.
Then Clara slowly lowered her hand and gently fondled the little girl's hair with her index finger.
„It's allright.“, she said calmly, „It's a good idea. But getting my hands on some of their people
without them noticing seems close to impossible.“
„Well, wasn't that fucking obvious?!“, a familiar distant, soft but angry voice came through from the
door to the hall way. Clara spun around and couldn't believe her eyes. Right through the gigantic
door frame walked: John. His chest was swollen so hard as if he was trying to fill the door frame
with his tiny form.
„Of course the big fucking monster would somehow get my sister killed! I told her, but heyyyy,
why listen to your elder brother's advice when he is only one thousand times smarter than you
are?!“, He angrily yelled as he approached the dumbfounded Clara.
„Remember me, ogre?“, He spat when he had gotten within two meters of Clara. He was standing in
the middle of the kitchen. No where to run, no where to hide, seemingly no safety net, nothing. He'd
propably be able to run under one of the cupboards but Clara would very likely catch him there.
„What do you want?“, Clara asked perplexed. „Oh, I just wanted to come by and tell you...“, he said
it calmly before he suddenly started shouting, „...how much I fucking loathe you, you careless
fucking daughter of a dimwitted, twat sucking, cat shit eater! How could you loose my sister? To
the flower-beds-tribe, them of all people!“
Clara sighed as she raised herself off the chair: „Allright little guy, I need to blow some steam
anyway.“ And she slowly walked over to him. He didn't move at all and stared her square in the eye.
„You can kill me, I don't care.“, John said bitterly, „It wont get my sister back though. And everyday
I want you to remember that you killed her! You!“
Clara raised her foot above him when Charlotte's soft and rational voice stopped her: „Clara, wait! I
have an idea!“ Clara settled her foot next to the now slightly trembling John and turned her head.
„He's the key!“, Charlotte continued, „Don't you see it? The house-tribe will catch some flowerbed-
tribes people for you.“
This could work. It would propably be the best chance she'd get. „You will literally squeeze the
information from the captives.“, Charlotte went on, „And when you know where they hold Lea
captive you can raid them and rescue her. Maybe the house-tribe can even assist you with that?“
John and Clara both looked at Charlotte who rested her arms on her hips. Clara was relieved to have
kept her alive.

What a terrible life Lea had, Clara thought. The first night she was used as a sex toy, then she had to
enter Clara's rectum to safe Iri only to see the little girl crushed to death shortly after. On Vanessa's
visit Lea faced possible death multiple times and now she was being obducted by a violent enemy
tribe. Clara decided to bake her a huge lemon pie and get her a little doll house or something, once
she'd be rescued from this night mare. If that was possible at all.
Of course, John had refused to be picked up by Clara and she had to get a plate for him to sit on so
he could be lifted to the table. Now Charlotte and John were standing next to each other on the table
infront of Clara and discussed the intricacies of the plan.
„I still don't know if it wouldn't be safer to just meet their terms.“, Clara said in thoughts. „But you
propably wont get her back this way either.“, Charlotte argued, „I bet they will try to press as many
favors from you as they can until your limit is reached. What if they tell you you may never enter
the garden again? Would you do that? To keep her alive, even though you'd propably never see her
again?“
It was a most uncomfortable question for Clara. Her eyes awkwardly met John's. „Ha, what a
surprise.“, John scoffed sarcastically when Clara didn't answer for a few seconds. Of course Clara
wouldn't agree to those terms. „And that would be smart.“, Charlotte said to John, „Otherwise these
flower-bed-fuckers would have no reason to keep Lea alive. We can't go passive on this or they will
surely screw us over.“
John seemed to agree grudgingly. „So“, Charlotte continued, „John, you will have to arrange a
fighting force. Can you do that?“ John slowly nodded his head. „How large?“, he asked. „Pff, you'll
have to decide that.“, Charlotte said annoyed, „I don't know Jack about your silly garden war
thing.“ John was offended and opened his mouth but Clara intervened: „It can't be too big a force.
Otherwise they might suspect something.“
„Well“, John began angrily, „there is no 'usual' size for a raiding party because we do not try to
mess with the flower-bed-tribe.“ „Because they beat you, last time?“, Charlotte rubbed salt in the
wound. „Yes.“, John snapped back, „So basically your fancy plan is shit because they will suspect
something anyway.“ „Hmm, not so much.“, Clara chimed in, „We just have to come up with
something that would make a new campaign for the garden believable.“
„And what could that be?“, John asked unconvinced. „Weapons!“, Clara and Charlotte said in
chorus. „We have weapons.“, John said annoyed. „New weapons of course!“, Charlotte said eagerly,
„What is currently in your, uh, 'armory'?“ „The usual.“, John responded shrugging his shoulders,
„Clubs and spears made from wood or bone. Some glass shards and sharp stones, that's the best we
can come up with, glass shards or stones that have the right form to be used as a dagger or a spear
tip are quite rare, and it's damned hard material. Can't really tool it properly.“
Clara imagined tiny, five centimeter tall men figting each other with puny little sticks with glass
shards or pebbles at the tips. Charlotte beemed up at Clara: „Okay, this is what we do now...“
John was to work out and assemble a fighting force, not too big, not too small, with only the fiercest
warriors in it. They couldn't risk their plan being torpedoed by John's men either getting captured
and reveal the plan or failing altogether and getting killed. Clara wrapped some glasses and bottles
in a dish towel and smashed them to bits with a hammer. John's men would go through them and
take the most usefull shards. Clara hoped that this would give them the superiority they needed.
„Ha, it's pretty ironic, isn't it.“, John said as Clara put the plate with him on top back on the floor,
„There you are, fucking gigantic and all and still you have to rely on our kind to kill the others.“ „If
they hadn't taken your sister I would do it myself.“, Clara responded with a sigh, „And believe me,
nothing would please me more. Besides, you have to capture them, not kill them, remember? Just
bring me a few that I can squeeze out.“
„They wont give up without a fight. I expect we can only capture one in five or so, if we're lucky.“,
he seemed a little uncomfortable, „If it works at all...“ „You didn't seem afraid a few minutes ago
when I was going to stomp you and now you're gonna start quivering infront of a few guys that are
your size?“, Clara tried to encourage him. „That's not it.“, John sighed, „I might yet have some
trouble getting the men to come with me.“
He looked at Clara's feet before he continued: „I hear you've been pretty ruthless with my people
recently.“
That was true, Clara had to admit to herself. But who could have thought she'd be dependant on
them some day? The entire situation was a mess. „You'll have to convince them.“, Clara said
shrugging her shoulders. „I think it would be fair if you'd offer them something in return.“, John
said, looking up.
„You're saving one of yours, isn't that in your tribe's interesst aswell?“, Clara raised an eyebrow. „In
mine it is, 'cause Lea's my sister.“, he said bitterly, „But that alone sure wont convince the others.“
Clara rolled her eyes. She knew where this would lead. Charlotte was the one to say it: „You'll have
to stop killing house-tribes-men, Clara.“
Clara sighed. Here she was, a twenty year old college student, in the middle of the summer and with
lots of freetime on her hands, having demands dictated to her by mice. Personal feelings were a
weakness even her size didn't protect her against. But was Lea really worth it? Was she worth all
this waste of time, the feinting, the waiting, the restraining...Clara was getting tired of all the
unpleasantness.
„Okay.“, she agreed, sighing again, „You have my word. No more dead house tribes people.“ John
looked a bit more confident. Without another word he turned around on his heel and walked away
like he came. Right through the kitchen door.
When Clara looked back to Charlotte she found the tiny girl smiling at her. „I can't believe how
easy this is.“, she said. „What do you mean, 'easy'?“, Clara asked baffled. „You just gotta tell them
you stop killing them and they'll do what ever the hell you want. These guys are going to war for
you, Clara“, Charlotte laughed, „And I mean...it's not even like you gotta keep your word. What
could they do to you, once you have Lea back? Poop on the floor?“
Charlotte was right, Clara thought and her mood lightened up a little. Still she worried about Lea.
„Soooo, what now?“, she asked. „We gotta wait for John to assemble his 'force' and go to war.“,
Charlotte explained, „You in the mean time have to go outside and wait for their terms. Otherwise it
might look like you don't even place much value on Lea's life after all.“
„Right.“, Clara said in thoughts, „Let me get dressed real quick. You'll be outside with me?“ „K.“,
Charlotte nodded and Clara went upstairs.
The weather outside was as sunny as ever so Clara went for hot jeans-shorts and a dark green top to
match them. She didn't need a belt, her ass filled the shorts out nice and snug. She allways felt sexy
in them. A smile crossed her lips when she decided her footwear. Shoes for a war.
She had to search her room a little before she found them. A pair of dark brown leather boots. She
gasped when she saw them. Nothing said, 'I will tread on you', like these boots. They almost
reached her knee when she had them on, they had a little steel buckle at the side and a massive
wooden plattform heel. Clara immediately wanted to squash something beneath them.
She didn't bother to put socks on and slipped into the boots barefoot. She felt much more powerfull
in them. Perhaps it was time to turn tables in this messed up situation, she thought, and stomp the
pesky mice people into the dirt that they were. She allready had half a mind going into the garden
and squash every single mouse-person she'd find, Lea included.
'Whoah', she thought and reined her thoughts a little. Still, Charlotte was right. Lea was a bloody
drag. Perhaps Charlotte would make a much better companion, Clara pondered, 'too bad I'm
propably going to turn her into a smear before long.' She smiled and returned to the kitchen.
Charlotte seemed a little uneasy as soon as she saw the mischievous grin on Clara's face. Clara saw
her taking notice of the new footwear too. She nonchantically took the girl and sat her on the floor
infront of her feet. „You like my boots?“, she asked licking her lips. Charlotte backed off a little.
„Run.“, Clara said and stepped right onto Charlotte.
The tiny red head shrieked and began running away from Clara. She wasn't very fast. Lazily Clara
trod behind her carefull to miss her as close as possible. Clara loved it. One little stumble of
Charlotte or one clumbsy step of herself and the little girl would be flattened. It was exciting.
Whenever Charlotte would try to make a turn Clara manuevered her back with a quick and violent
stomp. From above she could hear her tiny plaything cry bitterly as it ran for it's life. Between the
kitchen and the building extension that led outside to the patio were a few small concrete stairs.
Clara had to reposition her foot to the side so not to tread Charlotte flat when the little girl hesitated
to jump down the first stair. The thud of Clara's foot right next to her made the little girl jump
though. It was a huge drop for Charlotte, Clara guessed that it was about equal to a 5 meter drop for
a human. However physics works differently on a smaller scale and Charlotte managed the jump
without anything more than a painful shriek.
Clara continued stomping after her. When they reached the patio door she gently picked Charlotte
up and kissed her on the head. Charlotte's face was a grimace of terror, pain and confusion. When
she realized what had been going on her eyes filled with hate but she was too smart to utter a single
word of complaint. Clara just grinned at her and opened the door to the patio.
She looked around but saw no sign of any mouse person that wanted to communicate with her.
„Soo, it's waiting now, huh?“, Clara said to Charlotte. The little girl in her hand nodded but sighed
hopelessly when she noticed Clara's playful grin. Clara's mood had changed since when she came
back downstairs and Charlotte would be her entertainment until they'd hear of the flower-bed-tribe's
terms. What if they'd take hours to deliver them? Clara could tell Charlotte allready feared for her
longevity. Clara didn't care much.

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

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

He'd tracked them for four days. Four hot days. A group of twenty five. Mixed. Guarded. They carried a dozen or so of the fried potato treats that the giants called 'chips'. One of those would be worth a fortune to another tribe.

Insects were reasonably easy to come by in summer, especially snails. But snails were nobody's favorite. So slimey and stale. The things that the giants nurished on however; mhhh, spicey, exciting, rewarding. Nucky had just seen the matriarch of some tribe by a shallow river a week towards the great forrest gorge herself to death on a bag of those chips that had floated a little upstream.

He'd used it as a raft to get to them and didn't even know what he was sitting on. He'd made a bad deal however. Originally come to sell them mouse teeth in exchange for snail meat he got far more than he could have hoped for. And lost it all.

Nucky had still been counting the wealth of things the matriarch had given him in exchange for his 'raft'. A warrior with a glass shard had opened the bag and the fat ugly matriarch woman started to feast. It wasn't long before she grunted, grabbed her left breast and collapsed; dead.

He killed the first warrior that wanted to seize him. Nucky wasn't near as huge and bulky as him but three years roaming the land alone had turned him into a killer who knew his craft. There weren't many lone strayers such as him. They didn't live very long either. And neither would Nucky lest he got some new equipment and things he could trade. He ran away having to leave most of his stuff behind. Now he didn't have a weapon, no food supplies, nothing to trade. Just his sturdy clothes.

And a group of twenty five was not easy to tackle. Small enough to be manageble, big enough to be strong. They had no idea he was there though. He'd been stalking around their camps in the night, but they were cautious. They knew how valuable their goods were.

This lack of opportunity couldn't last forever, he thought. Maybe tonight Nucky would get lucky. He smiled as he observed the group carefully march forward towards a wide patch of black wasteland that divided the green landscape. A road.

They were allready advancing to it through the shallow grass beside the road but Nucky knew roads were a place where one could die a quick and merciless death if not carefull. He found a decent young forb at the edge of the brush and strated climbing. Half way up he noticed the group hadn't even bothered to check left or right for the terrifying vehicles that owned the roads in this world.

When he was at the tob of the forb the group had luckily allready covered most of the way. A truck's double tires could have ridden Nucky of all his problems at once. But he spotted another source of danger in the distance. A giant woman was running on the smaller black patch that was beside the road toward the group. Neither the street nor the shallow grass beside it offered any cover for the group and they hadn't even noticed the woman yet.

Giants were dangerous per se even if they were gentle towards Nucky's kind. He remembered how scared he was back when a group of kids had captured him. They had stroked his skin and marvelled at how 'cute' he was. All they did was rub his skin sore and make him feel depressed.

But they gave him food, which was good. Still their sheer size meant that coexistence was only possible in very limited ways.

If the group was lucky the giantess would either not notice them or ignore them. She was running steadily in the hot sun, her brown skin shiny with fresh sweat. She wore the typical runner's attire for a giant. An extremly tight, blue pair of shiny short trowsers, a white shirt of the same material and white running shoes.

Nucky noticed how gorgeous she was. Young and fit, beautifull face. Her long brown hair bound to a pony tail that swung left and right with every huge step she took. She also wore one of those things on her head that many runners had. A silver bow with two shells that covered their ears. A device to listen to music, Nucky had learned. He wondered what the giant's music was like. Propably something more sophisticated than his people's shamanesque ritual rubbish.

The giantess didn't pay much attention to the ground below her so it looked like the group would go unnoticed. If they didn't screw up. And screw up they did. When faced with an animal like a cat, a dog or a fox don't move at all. Breath as softly as you can, and what ever it does, do not move. That's the best chance you'll get if you want to survive.

If, however, confronted with a giant, hide. Hide as well as you can and then don't move, don't make a sound. The group should've pressed themselves to the ground and wait for the huge girl to pass them. Instead they started screaming like maniacs and ran for the high grass on the other side of the sidewalk. They had underestimated her speed too.

She was only two strides away when she noticed them. Now it was to see whether she'd be gentle, violent or indifferent. Nucky had a feeling that this wouldn't end well. She slowed down and had her right foot land on the foremost runner, his liquified body spraying the sidewalk.

The group, in their stupidity, stopped running. This was the best Nucky could hope for. The girl would take them out and he'd go over there and collect as much of their stuff as he could carry. He was supposed to dance and scream with joy but he didn't. Not at the prospect of watching the gruesome abuse of unstoppable force that was about to take place. Against his own kind.

The tallest people didn't even reach the giantesse's ankles. She had her hands on her hips and stood between the group and the relative safety of the high grass. Her smile was as playful as it was frightening.

"Hey there little guys.", she mused from above, "What'chy'all doing?" She was still standing on the remains of her first victim. Nucky wanted to scream at them to run like hell. Either back over the road or better yet past her feet into the grass. She'd kill five to ten if they did. Which was reasonably preferable over twenty four more dead people. But they didn't move.

He saw one of the men raise his arms and gesture like he was pleading. He was rewarded with a pityfull smile before her foot crushed him to death. Another man made a run for it and was flattened in a similar casual fashion.

"What's with the potato chips?", the giantess asked amused and stomped two of the people along with the stack of four or so chips they were carrying. This time a girl tried to run but didn't get very far. Every time Nucky could hear the wet squelch when one of the poor, stupid people was liquified und the giantesse's weight. They were reasonably lucky to get stomped though; Nucky knew of stories where the giants had taken much more time and pleasure in killing innocent people.

Still, this was just wrong. The falsity of it offended him deeply. He found himself breathing hard and having squeezed the plant he was holding to so tightly that some of it's juice had squirted out. But there wasn't anything he could do about it. The rest of them would die too, just because a spoiled giantess was propably a bit bored.

The first rule of survival in this world was to avoid anything that could kill one without any significant effort, which included any animal larger than a rat and especially giants and their vehicles. Nucky would feel bad later when he would collect the loot. The thought of having to scrape their bodies off the sidewalk in order to get it didn't disgust him at all. The only bad thing about it was that he'd be exposed on the tarmac for some time.

The giantess now stomped right into the group. One after another they were decimated beneath her. Guts, blood and other body matter sprayed from under her sole. Sometimes she'd kill two with a single stomp. Her face meanwhile didn't show any animosity.

Just a mix of curiosity and amusement and a hint of disgust. For Nucky it added a touch of absurdity to her malice. But whatever, he thought, if something was this big it was propably entitled to do what ever it liked no matter how inane it was.

The stomping had turned almost rythmically, a drum beat of death. Some of the group tried to run but the runners the giantess killed first. It went on until only three people were left. They cowered on the floor, drenched in the blood and flesh of their companions.

The giantess laughed pityfully: "Umm, sorry guys. I'd take you home and give you to my sister but you're way to dirty to pick up!" Thud, thud, thud and they were gone. The girl payed a last , slightly disgusted look at the scene, laughed and continued her exercise. Nucky looked after her for some time.

How could something so beautiful be so malicious? He checked the road left and right before he quickly climbed down to the floor and ran towards the scene of the gratutious massacre. Although largely undernurished he was able to cover the street very quickly. Just in time.

Not long after he had entered the short grass between the road and the sidewalk a car thundered past. The wind that it dragged along threw him of his feet. When he got up he checked the sidewalk again, left-right-okay, and inspected closer the gruesome scene infront of him.

Smashed bodies all over the place. Some heads were still intact though, the faces empty eyed yet still engraved with a grimace of terror. Some skulls had cracked open and the brains they once contained were lying about as a pink puddle of mush. But for the most part, innards made up the goofy stuff that was everywhere. The smell was nauseating, but Nucky had smelled worse in his life. He'd 'dug' himself into a three day dead rabbit once trying to find a decent piece of meat.

Not long until he found what he was looking for. One of their warriors had carried a wooden club that had not taken any damage from the giantess. He also found a glassshard shaped like a dagger, the thicker end even wrapped in frog skin to protect the wielder's hand. He was fit for combat again.

The potato chips of course were shattered to bits and most of them drenched in blood and gore. He managed to find about four bits that were sellable and a piece of snail meat that he immediately fed to himself.

He noticed a girl on the ground that was still alive. A pretty one he'd payed special attention to earlier when he'd observed them waiting for an opportunity to take their goods. She had blonde hair that was now blood-drenched and dirty, blue eyes and a gorgeous young face.

He had fantasized about her finding him, falling in love with him and them having steaming hot sex while her comrades were asleep. Of course such a thing didn't happen. Such a thing never happened. Those that like Nucky walked alone in this dangerous world were treated with suspicion by the clans if they were lucky, outright hatred and hostility if they were not.

One time an especially vile clan that was known for having an arrangement with a giantess to provide sex slaves offered him one of their girls in exchange for two frog skins he was peddling at the time. The girl was as young and gorgeous as this one and he had been tempted very much.

But he had refused. The fear in her eyes had made him decline. He just couldn't stand being a part of such a grave injustice. "Ai'ght.", the clansman had said, "She goes to the big bitch 'en." Why the giantess required new slaves so frequently, a young and naive Nucky had asked. "'ell", the brutal clansman had said after a throaty laugh, "She focks'em flat."

Nucky should've taken the girl and safed her. He still caught himself thinking about her sometimes before he went to sleep.

The girl on the floor infront of him opened her mouth but only a soft gargle escaped her lips. Blood was running out of the corner of her mouth. She was dead, her brain just didn't know it yet. He rushed to her side, took her hand and hushed trying to calm her down. Half her torso was intact, her lower half, pelvis and legs were one with the tarmac.

Nucky wanted to cry, cry loudly, but he'd seen too much in his life to be able to. Great sadness befell him as he craddled the girl's hand. Her fearfull eyes looking right into his widened when the earth started to shake. Softly at first, but more significant with every step. Something big was comming their way.

Nucky cursed himself for having allowed stupid feelings to disrupt his caution. He left the girl were she was, grabbed his loot and ran into the high grass as fast as he could. There was a large tuft of grass right next to the sidewalk that he hid behind, carefull not to move the grass too much and give away his position.

Whatever was comming was allready too close for him to be able to run further away without being detected. When he saw her face his heart dropped into his pants. It was the same girl. The jogging giantess. She'd come back from the direction she went, propably returning to her house now.

She looked to the ground infront of her and smiled but didn't bother to stop. Her foot landed square on top of the blonde girl, now mercifully crushing her completely. Nucky huffed and shivered, beside himself with rage. He wanted to kill this human. More than anything in the world he wanted to kill her, and make her suffer for what she had done.

If the 'Mother', the religious superstition most of the clans believed in was real, she had to grant him this wish. But she wouldn't, because she wasn't. When the huge girl had thundered away Nucky forced himself to turn and press on. He knew a tribe not far from here living in a garden. They allways had tasty vegetables and fruits but almost never got to taste any giant-processed food. He'd make a good trade there and be back in business. It would take him a day and a half to get there.

-

All the way his mind was troubled by thoughts about the girl he could've bought and saved but didn't. And the other girl he never got to talk to before her life had so brutally ended. The loneliness that had defined his life ever since he could remember suddenly pulled very hard on him.

Maybe he'd try and stay with the clan for as long as he could and maybe meet a girl there too. He reckonned his chances to be bad though. The garden-tribes-people were a closed up, superstitious and suspicious community.

He hated his life at the moment. Although he supposed he'd hate to live in a tribe aswell. Nucky knew he would suffer nightmares again tonight. He considered marching through the night for a moment but found it to be too dangerous. Cats and owls were on the hunt at night.

He stumbled upon a glade in the high grass and found a remedy for his troubles. A huge glass bottle containing a rest of a clear liquid. The bottle had blue letters on it that Nucky wasn't able to read but the smell that emitted from the opening told him what this was. It was the human's drink for forgetting and feeling happy.

The scent disgusted him. It smelled worse than any poison he had ever been confronted with. Of course, the makers of poison didn't want their product to smell like poison. A concept the makers of this 'drink' apparently didn't understand. Nucky didn't like it at all and he never drank it before, he just knew what it did, that it would make him forget, which was everything he wanted.

He dropped his stuff infront of the bottle and squeezed himself inside. Even the first breath he took inside made him feel dizy. He didn't mind the dead flies that swam into the puddle when he crouched down and took a sip of the clear liquid.

It tasted almost as bad as it smelled and it burned horribly in his mouth and throat. When he swallowed he almost threw it back up. But it did it's job right away too. A pleasant warmth filled him, he was getting a little jolly. Still company would be nice know. A beautiful girl perhaps...

Another two handfull of it and he had no need for company anymore. He squeezed out of the bottle, took his stuff and stumbled into the evening. Every heartbeat pumped more of it from his belly into his system. Suddenly he was very happy, very hungry, and then very sad. If an owl or cat would get him now, it wouldn't matter. His life was shit anyway.

-

When he awoke he had no idea where he was. The sun was almost at it's zenith allready, he had apparently eaten three of his precious pieces of potato chip and to top it all off he had a pounding head ache. 'Good job, Nucky', he thought bitterly.

Still he had his weapons, which was good, and he noticed that he must have stumbled into the right direction in the night. It would only be a matter of hours from here. A head ache wouldn't stop him either, only the loss of the treats bugged him. Well, if he didn't have something to trade, he'd have to take it from them. Maybe he'd just harvest some crops by himself in the dark and be gone by the morning.

He had visited this clan only once before but the garden hadn't changed much. There was a huge house at the other side of the garden with white plaster and a flat black roof. It looked rather old and not very luxurious. The garden was in excelent shape though.

Immediately Nucky noticed numbers of footprints on the soft topsoil. Those were the flower-beds-tribe's paths. He kept away from them and, moving from cover to cover, he scouted the area. He came by some wholes in the ground and he was able to observe several of the flower-bed-tribes people but none of them noticed him. They propably kept their food underneath the ground, he reasoned, a den with only one exit. Too risky for him to go in there.

When he heard the voice of a female giant from the patio the group of flower-bed-tribes people he was watching quickly ran into their cave. But the giantess didn't seem to leave the patio at all. Perhaps Nucky could exploit their caution. Maybe there would be cat food to steal at the patio too.

He carefully made his way towards the patio when he heard someone or something, his size, walking torwards him a few brushes away. Quickly he cowered behind a scrub from where he was able to observe the flower-bed-tribe people's path.

Two men, a warrior and a skinny one escorted a female. Her hands were bound and she was gagged. She wore an odd poncho and trousers and seemed to be trembling with fear. Her eyes were swollen red and still crying. Her hair had the same color as the girl's that Nucky had failed to safe at the slavers clan...

She was pretty too. He'd safe her. Then they'd talk. Maybe she'd be grateful towards him and repay his selflessness. But he wouldn't force her. Unlike these two bastards would, he thought. When they had passed his position Nucky focussed. No fears, no feelings now. This was what he was born to do.

Without making a sound he came up behind the warrior within two steps. When the big man noticed him and drew his weapon it had been allready too late. Almost. Somehow he was able to block Nucky's blow to his head. But he had counted his chickens before they were hatched.

Nucky pulled his left hand with the dagger from behind his back and buried it into the warrior's throat. He hurled the man to the floor and continued to cut through his throat completely. He expected the skinny man to attack him but he didn't do anything of the sort. Instead the youngling screamed like a girl and ran.

Nucky jumped to his feet and went after him but a strong hand held him by his ankle. The warrior was gargling blood and was clearly dying, still he faught on. Nucky delivered a blow to his face with the cudgel and ran after the skinny man. But he was gone, somewhere, propably organizing reinforcements allready.

Nucky ran back to the girl. She just stood there and looked at him with fear. He would've liked to explain that he wasn't going to hurt her, but there had to be time for that later. He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. There were allready footsteps comming his way.

He ran away from trail into the scrub, fighting himself through until he found a decent and empty space inside a forb. He gently lowered the girl to the ground and began to undo her gag. "Don't scream, I'm not going to hurt you.", he tried to calm her down. She was shivering and tears were running down her cheeks. He wiped them away with his blood stained hand.

He noticed that he was shivering too. This was the first time ever he was alone with a girl and the first one he would propably have a longer conversation with. The urge to punch himself in the face arose in him as he realized he had just fearlessly killed a man bigger and stronger than him but now trembled in sight of a small girl.

When her gag was undone she sobbed and shifted away from him. He went after her only to unbind her hands. He noticed the bruises on her arms. They didn't look fresh. Nucky had the strong urge to comfort her. Her hands untied she crawled away from him more frantically.

He raised his hands in a peacefull gesture and leaned back, eying her from a distance. If only she knew he was as scared of her as she was of him. She had wraped her arms around her knees and cowered in a corner of what little space there was in the forb, silently staring at him.

Gathering all resolve he could he broke the awkward silence. "Noone is going to hurt you.", he repeated softly with an embarassing quake to his voice. "Well, not unless they find us in which case we're propably both dead.", he added wittily with a sudden boost of confidence that surprised himself.

Her eyes narrowed and he thought to have seen the hint of a smile on her lips for a moment. "What's your name?", he whispered. She didn't say anything. "I'm Nucky.", he continued, "Just that." 'And I just just fucking saved your life so go ahead and talk to me!', he wanted to add but didn't.

"What tribe are you of?", the girl asked with a shaking voice. Nucky sighed with relief. She was speaking to him. "I am of no tribe. I'm a goods peddler of sorts; I roam this world alone."

Lea saw the stranger painfully bite his tounge in his mouth when she flinched. Everyone had allways warned her about these men. They were dangerous. Thieving, spoiling and raping anything they could. The only reason they didn't come together and do their evil deeds in groups was because their were all so utterly capricious that they'd end up killing each other one way or another.

The only time they allowed them to enter their territory was when the lone straiders brought them much needed or exotic things from far away. She'd rather be captive with the flower-beds-tribe right now, she thought. However, something seemed to be different about this one.

He was wiry built and propably a little below average height. He had a bony, scared over face, dark hair and deep black eyes. He was young, but he looked like life had allready taken a large toll on him. Lea couldn't tell if he was lurking or genuinely nervous. She noticed that his skin was actually pale white, he just looked dark skinned because he had rubbed himself in dirt propably to stay hidden while he was preying on innocent people. She had to get away from him.

"You can sell me back to the flower-beds-tribe", Lea suggested reluctantly, "I expect they'd give you the best price for me." Was that disappointment in his eyes? The stranger sighed and broke eye contact. "My name is Lea.", she added insecurely. Their eyes met again.

Chapter 25

Changes of the Heart

Clara felt Charlotte loosen up considerably in her grasp. She was holding the little naked girl gently as she made her way downstairs. She even caught herself especially making sure Charlotte wouldn't feel any discomfort.

The taste of the mouse people was still on Clara's tongue. She'd gone pretty far, she realized. Four little lifes reduced to mere snacks, even though she ended up eating only two of them. The girl in her hand, yeah, that one had been purely incidental but the guy on the floor...absolutely unnecessary. 'Whatever, just mice', she thought.

Still, she was somewhat uncomfortable with the realization that she'd just shoved a bunch of rodents into her mouth, chewed and swallowed them. With actual mice she'd never done it. Never. The thought of it almost made her gag.

With the mouse people it'd been different though. They hadn't even tasted particularily bad. She marvelled at Charlotte in her hand. Their tiny fragile bodies offered so little resistance. She could crunch even their strongest bones with ease. Now splinters of those bones were all stuck between her teeth.

Amazingly, Charlotte stayed put, even had her cute little eyes closed. What if Clara decided to dispose of her now? It was a smart little thing to know that Clara wouldn't do anything of the sort. She just didn't feel like it. She wouldn't even make Charlotte clean her teeth.

When she looked out of the kitchen window she really wanted to go into the garden. But she couldn't. Not as long as the flower-beds-tribe had Lea in their clutches. She wondered when John would get back. It was propably be a good time to continue clean up the house, only Clara didn't feel like cleaning at all.

"Let's watch TV.", she decided and turned around to go to the living room. Jasper and her used to despise watching television. 'It steals your time, makes you lazy and stupid', Jasper allways said. And really most of the programm was despicable.

"Gosh, how could anyone ever watch this?", Clara sighed as she flipped through the channels. "I don't know.", Charlotte commented amused, "But they gave that one fat homeless person a really cool hairdo." The tiny red head made a perfectly relaxed impression. Clara chuckled and casually patted Charlotte on the head. "Oops, sorry.", she said after realizing she'd absentmindedly pressed the little girl into the upholstery.

"Let's watch that!", Charlotte suddenly beemed and pointed at the TV-set. It was a cooking show and there was a close up of some fancy cream dessert with cherries on top. Despite the fact that Clara loved to cook she wasn't really into cooking shows. They weren't fun to watch and commonly made more people hungry than they really taught to cook.

She looked down at Charlotte who cringed and fearfully stared up at her. "Oh, what's wrong?", Clara asked concerned. The penny dropped a moment later. She smiled warmly and said: "Aww, that's okay. You're my little buddy, of course you can allways tell me if you want something."

'For now.', she added in her mind. Clara really felt like being gentle and grateful at the moment but she knew this feeling would propably wear off after some time. She'd been here before.

She grabbed the little girl, raised her up and kissed her on the head. Charlotte smiled shyly. "Can...", she began hesitantly, "Can I get my clothes back? I'm a little bit cold." "Awww, but I like you naked.", Clara cooed and ran her tongue up Charlotte's front side. She noticed for the first time the cute red patch of pubic hair between the little girl's legs.

Charlotte's tiny arms pushed against the enormous tongue that violated her but were no match. Clara felt the tiny thing tighten up again. "Shh, I'm not doing anything.", she hushed and gently stroked Charlotte's back. "Unless you want me to.", she winked playfully and forced the mouse girl's legs apart with her tongue.

"Please Clara, no.", Charlotte struggled in her grasp. "Fine.", Clara acted annoyed, "But I'm too lazy right now to get your clothes." She lowered Charlotte down on her belly. "I know a place that's nice and warm...", Clara added and playfully undid the button on her jeans. Charlotte only looked troubled for a second before she caught herself and resolutely marched towards Clara's crotch.

Clara grabbed her and dropped the tiny girl on her right between her breasts. "I'm just kidding.", she cooed, "You should try and relax a little while I'm in a good mood okay? Also, you totally smell like vajayjay allready."

The way in which Charlotte had obeyed had rubbed the fact that the cute little girl wasn't her 'buddy' but merely her little sex slave right into Clara's face. She missed Lea and the sting of guilt didn't want to go away. Charlotte looked at her as if she was about to say something serious but seemed to decide otherwise. The tiny girl made herself comfortable in between Clara's boobs and turned around to follow the cooking show.

Now Clara wasn't comfortable at all. "Stop that.", she said decidedly, "Tell me what you wanted to say." "What the heck?!", Charlotte said amazed and pointed at the TV-screen again. They were still showing the cream dessert. The cook, a stout black woman had put a kind of scaffold around the mountain of tastiness and now an itsy bitsy little mouse man, perfect with a white apron and a toque, eagerly flitted around it and modelled it into a fairytale-princess' castle.

The audience was 'awing' and the show-hostess, a womanly brunette in her fourties marvelled at the scene from up close. "The amount of detail he adds to it with his little hands is amazing. You'll see in just a minute.", the cook explained.

"It's so awsome, and he's so quick too. Wow!", the hostess said amazed. And really, the tiny man was working like his life depended on it. "Ha, he better be.", the cook laughed. "What if he ruins it?", the brunette enquired turning around. "Well.", the cook said with a vicious smile, "They tastin better than you'd think, ha!" Half the audience 'Oww'-ed deeply before erupting into laughter, the other half looked away, some angrily chatting with their neighbours. Clara noticed the worried look on the tiny man's face.

"Okay, okay.", the hostess calmed the stirred up audience, "We realize that eating mouse-people is still controversial but we'd like to remind everybody that it is perfectly legal at the moment. Just like eating other animals, right?" "Le'me tell you som'dn bout'em mouse-people.", the cook said angrily, "If you ain't no human, and you tasty, I'ma eat'chu! It's that simple!" Again the audience appeared to be strongly devided about this matter.

"A big hand for Josie everybody!", the hostess called with a broad fake smile and changed the show's attention back to the cream dessert.

"Look...", Clara began seriously and Charlotte turned around, "That's great but I really wanna get some things off my chest, 'kay?" Charlotte turned around and walked onto Clara's belly so they could speak more comfortably. She very much looked like she didn't want to have this discussion.

Clara sighed before she said: "I'm really sorry for what I did to you. I kinda like you and I don't want you to be afraid of me. I have no intention to hurt you. That's all, really."

Charlotte's face turned into a big frown: "You realize that's a rather quick change of heart, right?! I mean you...you almost killed me today, not to mention all the other stuff and just beneath me there are two people being digested right now?!" Her voice was emotionally shaking, as if she had a hard time not break down in tears.

Clara shifted uneasily on the sofa. She smiled awkwardly and hoped that humor would eradicate the unpleasantness. "Yeah.", she said apologetically, "My attitude towards you guys seems to change alot...ha, ask Lea about it!" Clearly, the effort fell flat. She sighed and continued: "I'm sorry. I like you, you're smart and you're funny...but you know how it is. I kinda like that...thing and, well, I just...I'll spare you from now on, 'kay?" Triumph flared up in Charlotte's beautiful eyes before her frown reappeared.

"So...", Charlotte began as serious as before, "You'd like to have a little buddy you can hang out with when you kill people?" "You really don't mind if I do, do you?", Clara suddenly asked. "Mhhh, not so much, no.", Charlotte responded plainly after a pause, "So long as it ain't me." She gave Clara an anxious look.

"Don't worry.", Clara smiled warmly, "You'll be fine. Just tell me when I'm being too ruff on you, mhhkay?", She amicably messed up the tiny girl's curly hair with her index finger, "Oh look! He's finished!"

It really looked amazing, even on TV. With it's lovely details engraved into it, the use of caramel as gold color, chocolate splinters as shindles and the itsy bitsy towers each of which had a glossy red cherry on top. "I'd totally live in that thing.", Charlotte said dreamily starring at the screen.

"Ha!", Clara laughed, "Ladies and gentlemen! Behold! Her tiny highness, Chubby-Charlotte the first!" Charlotte had to smile aswell. "Hey!", she said turning back around to Clara, "Since...since you've decided we're buddies now...I could totally use a slave."

Clara's mouth fell open. "I'm serious!", Charlotte said but couldn't surpress a laugh. "What for?", Clara wanted to know. "To feel like a princess.", Charlotte concluded in a snobby voice, "Perhaps a handsome looking prince to attend my every...desire?" She playfully cocked her head. Clara almost buried Charlotte under her belly when she rolled over snorting with laughter.

She rolled back on her back, grabbed Charlotte by her ankle and dangled the tiny girl over her face. "Well.", she playfully licked her lips, "If he can get past me." "Oh, come on!" Charlotte snickered while she was lowered back on Clara's belly, "Surely you can spare one decent looking guy for your little 'buddy', eh?"

"If I can borrow him sometimes.", Clara winked. "What? No!", Charlotte protested, "You'd totally kill the poor guy!" "N'awww.", Clara grinned, "I'd just have to check how much he can take. To make sure my little buddy only gets the best! Besides, you know I'm totally stronger than any man you could get." Her tongue came out again.

"Hell no!", Charlotte acted disgusted, "I want a decent fuck not having my vital organs smushed!" Clara chuckled: "You know there's propably some house-tribes-people around hearing every word we say, right?" "Oh shit!", Charlotte cupped her mouth with her right hand before both girls laughed hysterically. It felt like they totally belonged together. Clara knew she'd treated Charlotte badly, but then again, Charlotte was used to it, and was smart enough to accept Clara's accomodation.

"You said that she could never live without you!", Nucky hissed at Lea who only shrugged her shoulders. They heard the giantess laughing in the distance.

It had been surprisingly easy to get inside the house. After Lea had explained to him that she was the pet of a giantess called Clara that was absolutely and totally gentle and she just had to get back to her and Nucky would recieve anything he wanted as a reward he'd started to take a sounding of the situation outside their hiding spot.

His intuition told him to run. Run far away, seek his fortune somewhere else. But he had given Lea his last piece of potato chip and he hardly had anything else to trade. Besides, without him, Lea was lost. Also, the long talk they had had given him a feeling of enjoyment and satisfaction he hadn't ever felt before. And he was scared to never feel it again.

The flower-beds-tribe had been stirred up like a wasps nest. A mad-talking man called Yorick had somehow lost both of his arms along with his mind, some house-tribe's raiding party had been spotted somewhere and of course a strange daredevil had taken the tribe's precious hostage which infront of Clara they had still claimed to be in posession of.

Nucky had stolen the clothes of a young couple that used the omnipresent confusion to have some quality time in their hideout. Only one man alive of the flower-beds-tribe knew what Lea looked like. Well, two. But that 'Yorick' person didn't really count. Nucky could've peeked into the forb as Lea changed her attire, but he didn't. Some might call him stupid for his personal honor code but he told himself that one day he'd be rewarded for keeping it.

Looking like flower-bed-tribes people they freely wandered through their lands. Barely anyone gave them anything more than a second look and everyone they saw was basically walking as quickly and propably looking as anxious as them. It had been Lea's idea to act as a couple so they'd invoke even less suspicion. Nucky had heard his heart beat in his throat whenever she'd hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. He found it incredibly hard to return such affections, even though, unlike hers, his wouldn't even had to be necessarily fake.

They'd even encountered the house-tribe's raiding party engaged in melee with a group of flower-beds people. The house tribe faught fiercely and won the skirmish before taking an astonishing amount of prisoners from a den in the ground and walked back to the house, Lea and Nucky carefully following them.

They were led by a man of Nucky's age whom Lea identified as her elder brother 'John' who practised an inflationary use of cuss words . Oddly enough Lea didn't want to approach the group if not absolutely necessary and try and get directly to Clara. Seeing this man's temperament in dealing with the prisoners, most of whom were women, he could understand why. Nucky would gladly teach this guy about honor if he'd get a chance.

The party had entered the house through a small tunnel in a wall that led to a shattered dead sewage pipe from where they followed the only light they could see and came out under the floor boards somewhere beneath what Lea said was the kitchen. They allready saw the hole in the floor boards were John and his men had climbed up.

Of course it had been guarded. Two men debating whether brown or white glass splinters were sharper. They'd been distracted and no match for Nucky's skills.

Now Lea and him were crouching behind a low cover and watched John's raiding party who were escorting their prisoners right through the kitchen. The giantesse's apparent happiness had startled Nucky who had thought to find Clara crying and mourning over the loss of her pet. But he wouldn't turn back because of it. Not so close to a life of wealth and, possibly, a genuine kiss from a girl?

He noticed other house-tribes-people going about their daily business like collecting bread crumbs all the while occaisionally shooting fearfull glimpses at the doorframe that led to the hallway. They wouldn't get through here without being noticed. There was no cover at all. Under the furniture, more house-tribes people dwelled.

"We'll have to run.", Nucky said to Lea who nodded in response. "Okay.", she said, bracing herself. He noticed that John had turned left in the hallway and entered some other room when Lea suddenly kissed him on the cheek. She laughed at his puzzled face and started to run.

"That's not right, I couldn't force a poor little boy to be your love toy.", Clara said grinning after they'd both calmed down a little, "That'd be like...the cruelest thing i've ever done!" She couldn't remember having had this much fun with Lea at any point. "Don't you think you're being a tad hypocritical?" , Charlotte asked sneering.

"Mhhh", Clara moaned seductively as she grabbed Charlotte, held her close to her face and rolled onto her belly, "Well, you've done me a favor, why wont you allow me to return it, huh?" Charlotte, though clearly a bit uncomfortable, seemed to have convinced herself that Clara was only teasing and laughingly faught against the big girl's sexual advances. Meanwhile, Clara did her best not to overpower the tiny girl and keep the pleasant vibe flowing.

Charlotte was on her back in the palm of Clara's hand, kicking and beating at the huge tongue that wanted to taste her body. Clara played as if Charlotte's petty resistance was actually working and the poor little thing seemed to buy into it. It was adorable. Suddenly a rude, distant voice from the door disturbed them: "Now there's my favourite fucking whore! What the fuck is going on?!"

It was John.

With him was the biggest group of mus-hominae that Clara had ever seen in one spot. A circle of twelve or so armed men surrounding a herd of twenty or more unarmed women and men, standing right next to the white plastic container. A wealth of things to play with. Clara gently lowered Charlotte on the sofa and stood up.

They were all trembling before her, John's men and their prisoners alike. "Good job! Nice catch you made there, John", Clara grinned while taking a looming step towards them. "Well, fuck you!", he spat, "I almost decided not to give them to you. To you! Of all the monsters I could've fed them to. I'm only doing this for my sister. You better make sure this shit works! I lost a bunch of good guys out there."

Just when he was finished a movement at the door caught Clara's attention. She had to look twice to believe her eyes. Was that...was that Lea? Yes it was! Clara snorted on account of the absurdity of the situation. "What the fuck is wro-?!", John turned towards the door aswell. "No...", Clara heard him mutter. Their eyes met again and the look on his little face was absolutely devasted. Clara laughed at him from above.

"Fuck yooouuu!", was the last thing she heard of John before his voice was muffled by the plastic container she turned over him and his tiny companions. "What's going on?", Lea asked baffled. She was dressed in the rags that the flower-bed-tribes people used to wear and was accompanied by what appeared to be a man of the flower-beds-tribe, standing half behind her, trembling. With two quick steps Clara was above them.

She bent down and quickly snatched Lea away from his reach. Daunted, the tiny man scrambled back a few steps, tripped and fell on his buttocks. He stared up at her in sheer terror. "So you decided to give her back to me, huh? Good for you. Not smart to come here with her though.", Clara spat, "Any last words, flower-beds-fucker?" She raised her boot above him. His lips were shaking wildly but he didn't make a sound.

"Clara, no!", Lea screamed at the top of her little lungs. "I know you don't like it darling but I can't let them get away with kidnapping you.", Clara informed her calmly, "Cover your ears. I'll squash him."

"No!", Lea exploded, "He's not of their tribe, he's good, he saved me! You can't hurt him! He free'd me when they were taking me through the flower beds and his name is Nucky and we hid together and he gave me food and he brought me here...!"

Clara settled her foot beside the other. "Really?", she asked sceptically. "Yes!", Lea said relieved, "Oh, you big little idiot, now you've scared him for life! What's he supposed to think of you now, huh?" Lea's breathless laugh convinced Clara of her sincerity.

Clara looked at the tiny man on the floor for some time. He was dirty, his face smeared with earth and he appeared to be pretty shell shocked at the moment. Clara was torn between apologizing and stepping on him. Even though he amazingly had somehow managed to safe Lea and had brought her back he appeared to be nothing more than an annoyance at the moment. It would be easiest just to flatten him.

John was still screaming his muffled madness in the background, giving the scene an even crazier touch. Clara shook her head to get her thoughts in line and decided to reward the trembling man for returning Lea. It was only fair and she'd have plenty of time to flatten him later. When she bend down and extended her hand to snatch him off the floor he rolled up to a ball and whimpered. Clara hesitated.

"What did you say his name was?", she adressed Lea. "Nucky.", Lea said happily, "See? You totally scared the crap out of him." "Awww. Poor Nucky.", Clara canted compassion, "Come'ere little guy." Gently she plucked his stiff little form of the floor and engulfed it in her fist. She reasoned it was best if he didn't have to see his surroundings fly about as she was going to carry him to the sofa. It didn't work out.

As soon as Clara's fist closed around him Nucky panicked completely. He thrashed about and futilely tried to hurt Clara by biting her. When that didn't work out he squeezed an arm through the only gap between her fingers that was large enough for him to do so.

"He's going nuts in there.", Clara commented, "He's going to kill himself if he keeps that up." "Do something!", Lea said concerned. Clara squeezed him until he couldn't move a limb, raised her hand to her mouth and spoke into her fist: "Stop that or I smush you." She released him again but his movements had ceased.

"Clara!", Lea yelled angrily, "You think that helps?! You're such a moron sometimes, seriously! I can't even-" "He stopped.", Clara interrupted her perplexed, "He either stopped or he died." "Let me to him!", Lea demanded shakingly. Clara held her two hands together and very slowly started to open her fist. His limp little form was lying in the palm of Clara's hand.

"Nucky!", Lea screamed and started to wriggle herself out of Clara's gentle grasp. Clara, afraid her friend could fall to the floor, held the little girl at the hips. "Let me go!", Lea cried and Clara complied. Lea hopped over to the hand that held Nucky and rushed to his side. "He's alive! He just passed out!", she said relieved after a few moments, hugging the tiny man's chest.

Holding him under the water tap cleaned his face but didn't wake him up, so they'd decided to wait. His face, though scarred, was much more likeable without the dirt on it. Clara had a piece of lemon pie ready by the oven cloth she had bedded him on. Lea was by his side, cradling his head while Charlotte, still naked, stood on the other side. The little red head's eyes shot hungry glances at the cake. She also seemed to give the boy some consideration.

Clara had left John, his men and his prisoners where they were. They'd be fine for now. Lea spoke of her experiences in the garden. According to what she said Nucky seemed to be quite a sport. Clara wondered why he had passed out so easily. But then again, she was going to kill him, and he allready looked like he'd been through a lot.

"And then we came around the corner and-", Lea was interrupted by a soft moan from Nucky. He seemed to be slowly waking up. Charlotte imediately covered her breasts and crotch with her hands. "Umm, Clara...", she began hinting, "...clothes?" "Uh, yeah!", Clara said and tried to remember where she'd left them. "...Patio?", Charlotte added annoyed.

When Clara came back inside with Charlotte's skirt and poncho Nucky was awake. And panicking again. He almost ran over Charlotte and tried desperately to find a way off the glass table. All three girls were shouting at him to calm down but Clara had the loudest voice: "It's okay, it's okay! I'll just drop this here and leave. See?"

She dropped the clothes on the table from as far away as physically possible and slowly backed up towards the hallway. "You guys better make sure he gets a grip.", she said looking at Charlotte and Lea, "He acts like this when I come back, he's gonna get himself smushed." Lea shot an angry glance at her but didn't get the chance to say something because Clara was allready through the hallway and into the livingroom, slamming it's door shut behind her.

She wasn't really mad or anything, she just wouldn't go out of her way to accommodate to that whimpy little bugger, no matter how much Lea seemed to have grown fond of him. He'd learn to stand her presence or not, latter case sealing his death. Clara wasn't one to let playthings just walk away. In the meantime she'd check on her second latest catch.

"Hey there!", she cheered happily tapping her finger on the semi transparent plastic. Somewhere in her conscience, Clara felt an odd sense of sympathy for the mouse people under the plastic container. Unlike Charlotte and Lea, they were disposable. And they were about to find out about it.

But first Clara would have to find a proper way to keep them. The two tribes didn't get along too well, as she knew, also John and his men still had their weapons.

Meanwhile Nucky cursed himself. He'd broken the rules of survival and now he'd pay the ultimate price. "Calm down, she's not going to kill you.", Lea tried to calm him down. He was embarassed to have passed out infront of Lea and now he was still shaking heavily.

Still worse, there was no way off this giant glass table that didn't involve falling. Maybe he should drop on one of the chairs and jump to the ground from there? He'd sustain major injury and from there it would be almost impossible. He'd still have to get out of the house and past the flower-beds-tribe.

Lea put her gentle hand on his cheek but he reflexively pulled away. "What's wrong?", she asked. "Tzz. What's wrong?!", the incrdeibly beautiful red girl tsk'ed as she came round from behind a huge box of cereal where she'd gotten dressed, "I'll tell you what's wrong. Your little friend here saved your life and in return he's going to be turned into a doormat because of you." The girl had a peculiar scent to her that messed with Nucky's mind.

"Charlotte, what are you talking about, I didn't...? Are you serious?", Lea responded angrily. "You introduced him to Clara.", Charlotte said rather unconcerned, "You know her. You could've warned him, couldn't you?" "You said she was perfectly gentle!", Nucky looked at Lea, completely aghast. Charlotte snorted with vicious laughter: "Yeah, perfectly gentle. She wouldn't ever harm a hair on your head. Lea, seriously?! Hahaha!" Nucky felt the blood vanish from his face. "What's wrong with you?!", Lea said enraged, "She's not going to hurt him, how can you be so heartless to tell him that? ...And why do you smell like you spend half day in her underwear?"

"Because I did.", Charlotte said scrunching her nose, "Well, part in her underwear and part basically half way up her crotch, but anyways..." Lea stared at her in utter disgust. "Oh come on Lea.", Charlotte continued when she noticed Lea's look, "Did you really think you could changer her?"

"I've been through much more with her than you.", Lea snapped back. Nucky noticed she was balling her fists. "Hehe, earlier today she had 'lunch'." Charlotte responded, frowning, "It consisted of two people that she chewed and another two that she killed just for shits and giggles while I was between her legs, getting her off."

Lea's chin dropped: "Why would you do that?!" "Because I'm not going to end up beneath her foot or in her belly!", Charlotte shot back with a dangerous sparkling in her eye, "Because I want to live!", She turned to Nucky, "And you, boy, if you want to live too, you better get your shit together and don't freak out again when she returns." Nucky swallowed hard.

"Don't listen to her.", Lea calmly told him, "I'll talk to Clara, it will all be good." "Yeah, don't listen to me.", Charlotte sneered sarcastically, "Listen to the girl who lied to you and got you into this mess in the first place." That was hard to reason with. Lea grunted angrily, stood up and walked away. Nucky had half a mind to follow and comfort her, but Charlotte's words, as shocking as they were, made an awful lot of sense.

"Maybe...", he began hesitatingly, "Maybe you can help me?" This girl seemed to be pretty smart and have sound survival strategies. Her opprobrious chuckle however crushed his hopes. "No.", she said sternly, "Sorry, but unlike you I'm not going to act the fool to safe someone I don't even know." Nucky couldn't really blame her.

She walked over to the side of the square piece of cloth they were sitting on and returned with two handfull of yellow bread that smelled absolutely delicious. "Eat that.", she said reassuringly, "It'll make you feel better." It tasted absurdly good. The beautiful girl sat beside him and happily dug into the treat too.

"Is she that bad, the large girl?", he asked after a few bites. "Nah.", Charlotte said and swallowed what she had in her mouth, "She can be fun to be around, actually. You just have to live with the fact that she can do with you what ever she wants. If you want to live you gotta give her a reason to let you."

"Shit.", Nucky cursed unintentionally, "I'm dead." "Well, maybe for Lea's sake she's gonna let you live.", the girl said comforting him, "If not, well, just be a man about it. There's nothing you can do. That's just the way it is, I guess. They crush and we get crushed." Nucky couldn't decide what smell he'd rather smell for the rest of his life. The cake's or the girl's.

Lea's eyes were burning. She crouched behind a box of cereal and cried bitterly. Charlotte was such a nasty bitch. And Clara had propably been killing people all the time. She was lost. She couldn't go back to her tribe, not even if Clara let her. She couldn't run away alone and Nucky wouldn't even look at her anymore. She hated Charlotte for turning him against her.

What on earth was wrong with Clara?! Charlotte certainly wasn't a good influence on her big friend. Lea decided that she had to, she just had to save Nucky if Clara had really become as bad as Charlotte said. And then...maybe she could get Clara to burry the red headed cunt under her foot.

Chapter 26

"I'll lift this thing now. Get on the floor and don't move. Anyone I catch with his belly not on the floor or moving is going to get squished.", Clara informed her little captives through the walls of the container. She lifted it slowly and carefully, only a little at first to be able to let it back down if anyone ran through the gap. Nobody dared.

When the cover was lifted completely she discovered all of them had complied to her command. All of them, except for John. He just stood there staring at her with a hatefull look on his face. It almost made her chuckle.

She ignored him for the moment and proceded to pick the others up one by one, disarm them if necessary and dump them into the container. They were all shivering with fear. "That was almost too easy.", Clara said pleased after she'd dumped the last one, except for John, into the container. "You forgot about me, bimbo.", he spat.

Clara sighed. If only he'd stop insulting her! She gave him a tired smile and snatched him off the floor: "You're not going in with the others, Johnny boy." "Aaaaallright.", John sneered, "You know what, bitch, that's just fucking dandy! What'chu gonna do, huh? You can't kill me, can you. I'm Lea's brother. "

Yes, he was. But Clara didn't care. Yet she wasn't going to kill him, for now, just teach him a lesson for all the insults and disrespect. The poor little things in the container had neatly split up according to tribe afiliation, cowering, fearfully staring up at her. "Nobody touches the other tribe, understood?", she told her tiny captives from above. A few heads on each side nodded in submission.

"Kill them!", John suddenly hollered, "Kill them all-ergh!" Clara immediately deflated him in her hand, leaving him fighting for breath. A few seconds passed and John's fighters exchanged insecure looks amongst each other while Clara loomed over them. Clara could feel John's power steadily vaining in her tight grip. When his head turned bright red she released him. The house-tribes-men in the container still hadn't made their move.

John was wheezing painfully and clearly couldn't talk. Before he was able to badger his comrades again Clara held him infront of her face. "Command your men to leave the others in peace.", She demanded and emphasised by giving him another painfull squeeze.

Clara knew he was tough but was very much taken by surprise when he collected slime from his throat and spat right into her face. The tiny drop ran down the side of Clara's nose. Her face jerked away from him and she wiped the drop away with her free hand. They both stared at each other for a few seconds.

John's breathing normalized to a point where he was angrily flaring his nostrils. It was Clara's time to move. She turned to John's comrades in the container and repeated her command: "Anyone touches the other tribe is going to get squished." A frightened murmur whistled through their ranks.

"So fucking what, you'll die anyway! She'll kill you, one by one. Die standing brothers!", John spat at his men. "I promise you now, that I wont.", Clara told them in rebuke, "Besides, without your weapons, I don't think you could actually kill the others. They're more than you."

They looked around and seemingly came to the same conclusion. "Let's do it like this.", Clara cheered from above, "It's an experiment. If your two tribes can get along in this container for a while I'll set you free and you can tell your brothers that the other guys aren't so bad."

She smirked as she noticed they eagerly hung on her lips. "If not however, well, it's beneath the boot with all of you.", Clara continued, "Make your choice." "As if...", John started but Clara gently crushed the air out of his lungs again.

"Now to you John.", she began and lifted the struggling John infront of her face again, "You've given me so much shit...well, let's just say I'm really looking forward to this." She could do anything she wanted to him. And she would. But she wanted it to last.

Clara gave the tiny mouse man a pityful smile and a wink before she removed her boot from her right foot and gently lowered John inside. As soon as he was able to breath again he fell back into his usual drool of insults which suddenly stopped as Clara's bare foot blocked his view.

"Sorry, I've been wearing these practically all day. Must be hot in there!", Clara laughed and continued to slide into the brown leather boot until John was pushed deep into the tip, her toes settling upon him. "That's nice.", Clara chuckled.

She could feel him squirm and try to bite and beat her. It didn't bother her much, he'd get tired soon. "Oh, one more thing.", Clara told her captives in the white plastic box, "If you try to escape I'll also kill all of you, mhhkay? You'd doom all your friends just so you could save your live." A few heads nodded frantically again.

Clara had another idea and smiled generously at her tiny would be toys: "Actually, I don't want to kill any of you. I think as a token of my generosity I should select one of you – no, you should select one of yours - that I will set free right now. What'ya say?"

Hectic nattering erupted from the container. Two men of the opposite clans even seemed to have a quick and harsh chat. Clara marvelled at them from above while she playfully wriggled her toes on John. These creatures would be perfect for experiments in social studies it dawned upon her. If not everybody who studied social sciences was a complete and utter hippie, that was.

It became clear that they would select one of the girls, even the house-tribesmen seemed to agree with this. It was only logical, for males are the disposable sex. The nattering continued over which girl should be picked until they agreed upon the youngest. She wasn't a child, nor a teen ager anymore but she looked sweet and innocent. A bit like Lea in that respect. Clara liked it.

They formed a circle around the chosen one who seemingly wasn't sure yet whether she was lucky to have been picked. The tiny girl had a huge, plushy brown mane that dwarfed her little face and made her appear entirely adorable. Her arms were as thin as matches, she was slim and not very tall either. She was dressed in worn out rags and her skin was as dirty as one would expect from someone who lives in an hole in the ground.

As gently as she could Clara lifted her fragile form with her thumb and index finger. The poor thing was shivering with fear and carefully avoided eyecontact with her giant captor. Without another word Clara turned around and left the living room, closing the door behind her.

Standing in the hallway she looked to the right into the kitchen at the glass table. Nucky and Charlotte were sitting on the oven cloth, eating cake while Lea, for some reason, sat apart from them our of their view, her face buried in her hands. Clara decided to investigate that later.

Upon seeing Clara Nucky rushed to his feet and seemed to be very alarmed again. He'd propably need a little more time. Clara turned left and went upstairs with her new little toy.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just going to wash that dirt off your skin, kay?", she tried to calm the little girl down. Clara gently put her on the soap tray and smiled at her: "Undress lil'girl, or we'll get your clothes get all wet!" She kept her voice as sweet and friendly as she could.

Hesitantly, the tiny girl complied while Clara already adjusted the tap water. "What's your name by the way?", she asked friendly and briefly turned the water down to be able to hear the reply. "I...I'm Lizz", the mouse girl mumbled fearfully, barely loud enough for Clara to understand. Her little voice was as cute and innocent as was she. Clara smiled and turned the water back on.

When the temperature was right and Lizz was naked Clara took her and slowly moved her under the pleasant stream, adjusting the tap so that the tiny girl wouldn't be crushed by the comparatively massive amount of water. Lizz couldn't see that Clara allready licked her lips with anticipation.

Again with the most possible amount of prudence Clara scrubbed the mouse girl clean with her thumb. She loved the soft feeling of Lizz' skin while she pondered what to do with her. A part of Clara wanted to act upon her promise to let the poor little thing go. It would be great to do something good for a change. Another part couldn't wait to destroy the little thing.

The huge thumb that was almost Lizz' size stopped scrubbing her. Finally this torment was over. Hopefully it was enough to sate the hunger for horrors this giant girl possesed, according to the stories Lizz had heard. As conveniently temperated the water was, Lizz didn't manage to enjoy it; too great the fear of getting crushed.

It was hard to form clear thoughts for Lizz as fear progressively overwhelmed her conscience. "Please let me go.", she whispered to herself as the giantess hand sat her back on the funny-smelling platform. For something so huge the hand had been quite gentle. It looked like Lizz would really be set free. Nothing was happening for a moment and Lizz dared to look at the colossal 'human' again.

"Human", that's what they called themselves. A word that, in their language, bore more positive than negative traits. While "human" could mean something like "prone to error" it could also mean merciful and affectionate. Lizz noticed how weird it was to ponder this in her current situation.

The giant girl was looking at her from above and seemed to be thinking of something. What was there to think about? Lizz could tell her where she wanted to be set free! A hint of a smirk curled up in the corner of the giantess' mouth. A smile was a positive sign, Lizz told herself.

The unzipping of the trowsers was a different sign. Why would she undo her pants when she wanted to go outside? Lizz noticed that her own clothes where not on the platform with her anymore. She wouldn't...oh no! Would she?!

Clara pulled the rubber band on her panties back and reached for Lizz on the soap tray. Poor thing was scared too stiff even to shudder. There was that perculiar sense of pity again. But the decision was made. Clara shoved the tiny girl into her underwear where she wanted her, pulled it snug and zipped up her shorts again.

It had a remarkable sense of empowerment to it to keep a tiny person prisoner in there. Lizz didn't even struggle much.

It was dark and almost uncomfotably warm. Lizz body was pressed against the human girl's sex by a soft and moist fabric that was still impossible for her to tear. The air was thick and difficult to breathe and the smell of arousal was overwhelming. There was no way out of here. Maybe if the big girl would sit down.

Movement. The thunderous sounds of the human's boots crashing onto the floor boards. That such a massive body could move so quickly. Lizz felt used. Stuffed in a young girl's underwear just for shits and giggles.

The movement of the titaness' hips loosened Lizz' panty prison up a little. She felt herself sliding down inbetween the massive thighs. There'd been a few bobs. Stairs? At least the direction of travel seemed to be right. Lizz' feet touched the giant girl's butt cheeks and she stopped sliding down.

Sudden pressure. Unbearable, crushing the air out of the tiny girl. She tried to struggle, to crawl back up but she was trapped. Trapped under the giantess' sex, pressing Lizz against what ever it was the huge young woman was sitting on.

Clara had taken seat again infront of the glass table. This time Nucky didn't flip. He shook, but stood his man at Charlotte's side. Clara was happy to at least see her little red head in a seemingly good and relaxed mood.

The tiny prisoner in her underwear had slid completely beneath her and she could feel the tiny thing now struggling under her weight. It was amazing. The fact that the tiny people on the table didn't even know Clara currently had two of their kind trapped under her made it even better. She lifted herself slightly off the chair to allow the girl some breaths before settling back down. Meanwhile John was still wrestling with her toes.

"Hey guys.", Clara smiled at Charlotte and Nucky. Lea came running from behind the box of cereal and cutely hugged Clara's hand that rested in the table. "I'm glad to be back!", the little girl cried, "It's all been so horrible and confusing!" "Aww, I'm sure it was.", Clara cooed and caressed the little girl's head, "I'm glad I have you back too. I saw you pouting earlier, what's the matter?"

She noticed Charlotte was following their conversation with a cocked brow. "I...I just...I don't know. I guess it's all just been a bit too much.", Lea said still not letting go of Clara's hand. The tiny thing beneath Clara's snatch began to twitch violently and Clara allowed it a few breaths again.

"Umm.", Lea continued insecurely, "You'll not kill Nucky, will you? Please?" Clara sighed: "What do you want with him?" Nucky looked rather shattered by that question, his widened eyes flipping back and forth between Lea and Clara at an astounding speed.

"Can't we keep him?", Lea asked puppy eyed. 'No! Why the hell would we.', Clara thought and frowned but Lea's cuteness was moving. Charlotte had stood up and gestured to Nucky and to herself, her lips silently forming a single word: "Slave." Then she grinned and winked.

Clara was intrigued. Killing Nucky would be forcing things with Lea's reeducation. Making him Charlotte's slave however could offer some curious possibilities. "Fine.", Clara said and Lea fully embraced her massive hand. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!", the tiny brunette beemed and turned around to Nucky, "See? She's not that bad! "

"On one condition.", Clara added with a satisfied smirk, "He'll be Charlotte's slave." "What?!", Lea protested perplexed and looked at Charlotte who displayed a victorious smirk. Nucky didn't seem sure whether to like or hate the idea.

"That's right.", Clara went on, "He'll do what Charlotte tells him to or I smush him." "You can't be...what the...are you serious?", Lea stammered bewilderedly. "Come here, slave.", Charlotte ordered. Nucky, shaking violently, rushed to her side and bowed his head. It was allready working.

"My feet are sore. Lick them.", Charlotte commanded. Nucky shot a frightened glance at Lea who just stood by, shaking her head in disbelief. This was clearly not what the tiny brunette had hoped for. Charlotte layed back on the oven cloth and stretched while Nucky dropped to his knees, took her left foot in his hands and started to lick and kiss it. Clara enjoyed watching it.

"Oh yeah.", Charlotte grinned and gave Lea a provocative smile, "Suck on my toes." Nucky complied imediately. "You disgusting bitch.", Lea muttered a little bit too loud. Charlotte raised an eyebrow: "Shut the fuck up, you grumpy scarecrow." Lea blushed and balled her tiny fists.

"Why are you allowing this?", the little angry girl turned to Clara. "Why not?", Clara smiled and started to slowly grind herself against the tiny mouse girl beneath her snatch. "I can't believe you are doing this!", Lea went up in arms, "What the hell happened?! Are you such a monster after all that you have no respect for Nuckie's dignity? He saved me, remember?! Come here Nucky, you don't have to do this."

Nucky heard the words but he couldn't process them properly. Did Lea have any say in this? Did it even matter that he saved her? He decided it was best to act as if he didn't hear or understand and continued to service the red headed woman's feet. It was demeaning, yes, but he'd stay alive for now. Besides, this was, again, the closest he had ever been to a girl up until then. And it wasn't so bad.

Her skin tasted salty and sweet and the outlandish smell that stuck to her body also stuck to her feet. It did something very odd to him. He felt a perculiar urge to travel his tongue up those beautiful legs and underneath that skirt. He wouldn't mind if his new owner, if that was the correct way to describe it, would ask him to...

Meanwhile Lizz was in hell. She'd been stuck and nearly suffocated to death under the giant girl's body for some time and it had gotten hotter and moister than before. To make matters worse the young human had now started to grind herself against Lizz' body.

Back and fourth the unbearable pressure shifted. Lizz felt her bones bend everytime the enormous cunt bulldozed her flat. There'd been a crack in her chest and a sharp pain that got worse whenever the pressure rolled over her. She was deeply afraid to die and faught fiercely to struggle free but that only seemed to create more heat and moisture from the human girl's sex. In her head she sent countless prayers to the Mother that she might save her but a miracle didn't seem to occur. Then the pressure increased.

Clara leaned forward on her chair to increase the sensation her tiny panty-prisoner was giving her while she oberserved Nucky obediently worshipping Charlotte's little feet. It was all very pleasant except for Lea who grumpily stared at her: "Why did you even get me back, you knew I wouldn't aprove of this. I thought we were friends!"

"We are friends.", Clara mused from above, "You're my little pet friend. And pets to get a say in their owner's affairs." "Even pets have rights, I saw it on TV!", Lea snapped back, "You're not allowed to do this. On the radio they're even discussing to give us the same rights as you!"

"Too bad they're not able to give you the same size as me.", Clara grinned, "Because until then I will do want I want with you. And now shut your stupid little mouth before I sit on you." Fear shattered Lea's fierce expression and she kept silent.

Clara's breath became shallow as she felt herself getting more and more turned on. She also noticed Charlotte allready had her skirt pulled up and her hands in between her legs. Clara turned away from Lea's pityful face and watched the tiny red head play with herself.

Even through his sturdy leather pants Nucky's raging erection was obvious. He was well aware of tha fact that they could kill him for it but it was all just too much. The girl that was his new mistress was breathing heavily, licking her voluptuous lips. Her erotic moaning drove pleasant shivers down his spine.

Feeling more confident he carefully began to make his way up the girl's legs, allways keeping his eyes on her face. She seemed to approve and he moved on. Her hands were allready playing beneath her skirt. When he was in between her thighs the girl grabbed him by the hair and looked him square in the eye. "Undress.", she commanded, a little out of breath.

Lea couldn't believe it. How much Clara had changed! She thought to have been almost an equal, a friend, to the giant girl. Now she was just a pet. A pet that had to silently stand by while her owner commited atrocities. Every fiber in her body told her to scream out in protest but she was too afraid. Clara had looked dead serious when she had threatened to sit on her. Oh, poor, cute Nucky. Was Charlotte right, was his predicament really her fault?

Confused she just stared at Clara who looked somewhere else and seemed to get pretty worked up by something. "Undress.", Lea heard behind her and spun around. She couldn't believe her eyes. Nucky eagerly pealed himself out of his manly leather clothes and Charlotte threw away her poncho and skirt. Oh, no! Her heart sank.

Horror stricken Lea watched a now naked Nucky and his fully erect penis move towards a gorgeous naked Charlotte who had spread her legs wide for him. This bitch! How could she!? Nucky was hers! He saved her, her alone, Charlotte had only been dragging him down. She made him her slave, how could he so willingly obey her right now?!

Tears filled her eyes as she watched them embrace. They kissed passionately for a moment before Charlotte pushed his head down in between her legs. His mouth kissed her all the way down. He was inexperienced and Charlotte impatiently showed him were to put his tongue before she arched her back and cried out with lust.

The picture before Lea's eyes went blury and she had to whipe away the tears to be able to see. Above her, Clara eagerly followed the spectacle and a warm breeze of the giantess' breath washed over her. It smelled of death.

Clara enjoyed the live show Charlotte put on for her. She increased her grinding and the poor thing beneath her payed the price. It's little struggles became weaker and weaker with every time Clara steam-rolled over her. It wouldn't be long until Clara would be grinding herself on a dead body, a thought that made her uncomfortable. But she didn't want to go back and get a new plaything either. Her eyes fell on Lea. The tiny girl was miserable anyway.

Lea watched Charlotte pulling Nuckie's head up, indicating him to mount her now. He gladly complied, however his inexperience once again moved Charlotte to push him on his back and ride him instead. That evil red headed cunt looked Lea square in the eye and laughed. Lea felt raging anger built up in her. She was ready to bash Charlotte's head in when the whore suddenly grinned even more wicked and the body of a mouse girl was dropped right in between them.

Charlotte loved it. Her boy made love like he'd never been with a girl before but she didn't care. Clara had made it come true. He was hers. Hers to dominate, hers to play with. When she'd get bored of him she'd just have Clara torture and crush him for her amusement. And Lea had lost on all fronts. Charlotte was Clara's girl now and Lea was just what she had been the entire time. An annoyance.

When she looked down into her slave's strained face she noticed Clara undoing her pants under the glass table. It seemed the big girl was allready in the mood again. This could only mean bad news for Lea. Oh, how Charlotte would love to see Lea get crushed. To Charlotte's surprise Clara slightly lifted herself of the chair, reached into her undies and produced a young brunette girl from them.

So that was what Clara had been grinding on. Poor thing. Charlotte knew, Lea would be next. The little worn out body was dropped in between Lea and Charlotte. Charlotte gave her opponent a knowing smile and sure enough, Lea was still staring bewilderedly when Clara's huge fingers engulfed her and carelessly ripped off her clothes.

Her tiny friend started to fight as soon as Clara had grabbed her. Good. Some fighting and kicking were exactly what Clara needed down there right now. Looking at the broken, half-alive form of Lizz she knew that what she was about to do might get her little friend killed. But Clara would do it anyway. Plus Lea needed the lesson.

She put the tiny girl where Lizz had been before and started grinding again. Her hand remained in her underwear and played with her clitoris while with the other hand she snatched Lizz off the table.

At last it was over. Lizz was grabbed by the arms and pulled out of the damp, stuffy prison. The pressure was gone too. She was dropped on a huge glass surface and imediately tried to run away. Horrified she noticed that she was barely able to move. She knew she had some rips broken, but that wasn't it. It was that her muscles felt like pudding. Tenderized by the young human's weight and grinding movements. Under almost unbearable pain she was able to slowly crawl forward. She hadn't even made the equivalent of a whole step, her size, when the huge fingers came for her again.

Lea was sure she was going to die. Again and again Clara's cunt was rolling over her, pressing her flat. Whenever she was able to take a breath of the damp air it wasn't even close to enough to fill her little lungs before Clara crushed it out of her again. If only she'd taken Nucky by the hand and ran, back when they were in the garden.

Nucky knew from stories that it was bad for a man to finish too early. But it was hard. The red headed goddess rode him as if she'd been sexually deprived for a year. Which could well be true, he thought. With all his might he faught the urge to pump his load into her allready. Distractions. Looking for one he craned his neck to look behind him. Lea was gone and the giant human girl was rocking back and forth on her chair, her cheeks rosy, licking her lips just like Charlotte had.

Her enormous hand carried a different girl of ruffly the same haircolour as Lea and put her somewhere beneath the glass table. "Look at me!", his mistress screamed lustfully and he turned his eyes back to her. He really hoped Lea was okay.

Clara deposited Lizz just under her right butt cheek and settled down. Even though barely moving, Clara knew the tiny girl was still desperate to survive. Her struggles would soon be over. Clara felt the little mouse girl flatten beneath her but she didn't pop. Lizz would be slowly crushed to death. Clara loved it.

She grabbed Lea, completely drenched in her juices and turned the girl around so that the tiny girl's head were now taking the most of Clara's weight. It was as dangerous as it was fun. Clara intensified her grinding and soon felt herself nearing climax. With one last powefull grind she came right on her little friend. It was propably because of that awsome orgasm earlier, or because of the number of orgasms she had lately but within seconds everything in between her legs was wet.

She could feel that Lea was still alive. But not much.

When Charlotte saw Clara violently push herself into the chair she knew Lea was broken. Propably alive still, yeah, but utterly useless. Clara would crush her at her earliest convenience, before Lea could die from injury. The other girl of course was gone. No way she could have survived Clara's bum ontop of her.

Again Charlotte pictured herself in Clara's position. It'd be so awsome. Roaming through her fantasy it took her only a few more grinds on Nuckies cock to climax. It was great to have a dick up inside her again but Nucky had served his purpose for now. Given his inexperience it was remarkable that he hadn't finished yet. After a few seconds she dismounted him and, in despite his protests, ploddingly walked over to Clara.

The two girls looked at each other and laughed weakly before Charlotte slipped into Clara's hand and cuddled up against the warm skin. "How was your ride?", Clara asked with tired look on her face. "Nice enough.", Charlotte responded weakly, "He didn't cum though. Look, he's still up."

"Aww.", Clara cooed, "Now that's cruel!" "How, um, how was your ride?", Charlotte curiously returned the question, "Show her to me." "Allright.", Clara said and dragged Lea out from beneath snatch.

When Lea was held upside down by the leg she began to cough violently and torrents of clear liquid splashed onto the glass table. Charlotte laughed at the sight: "Hahaha, she almost drowned in your cum!" Lea looked worse than Lizz had, but was still alive and conscious. Clara really hoped she'd survive but the lesson wasn't over yet.

She smiled tiredly again and stuffed Lea back into her cum soaked panties.

"What about the other girl?", Charlotte inquired. Clara smirked. She feld that Lizz was completely flat. "Oh!", she acted as if she had forgotten about it, "May I introduce...", she pulled the tiny mouse girl's form from beneath her butt, "....this is Lizz."

"Wow.", Charlotte marvelled at the flattened body dangling from Clara's hand. Lizz head was turned sideways and crushed flat, her brown fuzzy mane drenched in Clara's juices. Her body was similarily flattened and her skin dark with bruises. Clara unceremoneously dropped her on the table.

Charlotte curled up in Clara's hand and enjoyed the warmth. She did it. She was important to Clara. She'd be safe for now and looked forward to keep it that way. Not only was she safe, Clara had also allowed her some fun on her own. An exciting time was ahead of them.

Clara caressed Charlotte in her hand and looked out of the window enjoying the afterglow of the orgasm. Every now and then Lea was twitching in her pants. Clara wasn't going to let her out just yet.

John had given up wrestling with the giant toes. Soon after he stopped, they did as well. Now he concentrated on not falling unconcious in the stinking, hot leather boot. The giantess wasn't even nudging and teasing him anymore. Had she forgotten about him?

He pushed himself as far away from her toes as he could and pretended he wasn't there. With muffled cries of love overhead he began to plan his escape. If that collossal bimbo of a human really forgot about him he'd have a chance. Every fiber in his body hoped that it was so.