Karen
by Thomas298@hotmail.com
A bit of violence in this one. Involves a woman getting even with a diminutive burglar. 


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Karen had arrived home from work earlier than usual today. The stress at
the office was getting too much to bare so rather than risk a blow up at
one of her supervisors, ending her career she decided to call it quits a
little ahead of time for once.

She was just about to put her key into the deadbolt lock of her back door
when she heard a noise coming from inside. A little frightened, she
carefully peered into the sitting room window, which lay a few feet from
her rear balcony. Inside, she was shocked to see what looked like a child,
barely three feet tall, rifling through the roll-top desk her grandmother
left to her. He was dressed mostly in black, with a dark wool watch cap
pulled tightly over his head.

Karen continued to watch with a growing feeling of anger. The small figure
turned to move on to another room and she caught his features. He wasn't a
child at all. No. he had all the features of a man in his thirties, but
looked as though he was some kind of a midget.

In truth Boris was a bit of an anomaly. He was born into a poor family in
Krakow, Poland. His parents were unable to provide him with the medical
care his special circumstances required, and as such he went through life
with a series of rare ailments. His diminutive size did make a life of
crime come a little easier to him however. Moving unseen, and unheard
became somewhat of a second nature to him. The lack of any kind of formal
education, and a society filled with prejudicial employers spelled the doom
of any professional career he could have hoped for before he had any chance
at all. So here he was, on another job.

Karen decided she had sat still long enough. She followed the little figure
around to her kitchen window, and began furiously rapping at the glass, and
yelling loudly. With a start, Boris began to run towards the back door.
Unfortunately for him he failed to notice the vacuum cleaner Karen had
carelessly left out from cleaning the night before, and went careening into
the floor. A sickening crack came from his ankle, since as a side effect of
Boris's condition; he had been left with very brittle bones. His condition
was similar to an advanced form of osteoporosis.

Boris let out a scream as his ankle fractured under him. He rubbed his
ankle in his hands as he cursed his own stupidity. "Oh well.." he thought
to himself. "She'll call the cops, I'll go jail for a month or so, and back
to it. " The judge never could resist such a pathetic case as his, and so
it might have gone if he had broken into any other house tonight.
Karen stormed through the back door and saw the little man clutching his
ankle in pain after having tripped over her vacuum. She slammed the door in
her anger and walked up to him.

Boris saw the enraged beauty approaching him. Her heels clacked loudly on
the hardwood floor as she walked. The stern look on her sweet face looked
out of place somehow and her shoulder length blonde hair looked jostled
after her trek home from the subway, She was a vision to the little fellow,
who had never known the touch of a woman in all his years. She loomed over
him with her arms folded, standing silently. "You wait right here!" she
said in as stern a voice as she could muster. "I'm calling the police!!"
She proceeded to walk into the kitchen to grab the cordless phone.

"Alright love." Said Boris. "You do that, and I'll be back here in a month
or two to get what I've come for this time! Maybe I'll come when you're in
bed asleep next time eh?!"

Karen stopped in her tracks. Boris caught himself staring at her beautiful
round bottom, outlined by the seams of her panties just barely visible
under her sheer chute pants. They clung to her hips, accentuated her rear,
and flowed down just above her ankles. She must've weighed about 160 or so
he thought. A little stout for her 5'5" height, but god her proportions
were fantastic!

She turned her head to face Boris over her shoulder. A mischievous little
smile formed across her lips as she said "Oh really? Hmmm.you have me
worried". The sarcasm was painfully obvious. She walked over to him,
bending down once she reached him, resting her hands on her knees saying
"What's a little itsy bitsy fella like you going to do to someone like me?
Huh? You can't even get up!" She reached a hand over and pulled off his
cap. She tossed it onto the couch and playfully ruffled his hair.

"Tell you what I'm gonna do." She said, her smile widening. "I'm gonna kick
your ass .just me.a silly little girl. If you can stop me, or get past me,
then you go free, and the cops are none the wiser. Hell, I'll even give you
the money out of my purse. C'mon.it'll be fun. Ever wrestle with a chick
before?" Karen bit her lower lip and flashed him a playful look.
Karen stood up to her full height, and the pitiful little man started to
back away. Casually she walked after him, deliberately going slow,
watching his fear grow and getting strangely excited by her new found
power. "Where ya goin' little guy? .hmm? Haha!"

Boris found he had backed himself into a corner. On both sides of him there
were walls, and right in front of him there was the beautiful Karen.
"Hmm.how's that ankle doing?" she said sarcastically , and placed her foot
right on top of the damaged joint. Boris grabbed her leg with both hands,
in a futile attempt to lift her off of his painful ankle, but it was no
good. Slowly Karen applied her weight on top of his leg, and Boris
whimpered in agony. "Aww, you can take it, can't you big guy?" she said,
and without warning she stood up in a flamingo stand, instantly placing all
of her weight on the damaged limb. White hot pain hot through Boris's leg
as a sickening , wet crunch emanated from the joint.

Karen was immediately turned on by this unexpected turn of events. "My god!
Your ankle just splintered like a dry twig! Let's see if I can scrunch the
other one too." Ignoring the pained groans of Boris she placed the soles of
both her heeled feet over Boris's other ankle, and stood there lunging her
full weight forward onto the limb. Another noisome crackle, followed by the
same moist crunch followed as her weight sank onto him.

Boris wept openly, as the pain in what was left of his legs became almost
too much to bare. Karen giggled to herself. "Gee, its kind of fun. almost
like popping the bubble wrap stuff! Hmm... What can we try next." Karen
stared down at the sobbing figure, and tossed her hair back over her
shoulder. "I know! I think I'll take a load off.It's been a long day at
work!"

Boris stared up in horror as Karen turned her back to him. She looked down
at him over her shoulder with a little grin and slowly stepped back so that
her ass was mere inches from him. He futilely pushed against her thighs
with all of his might, but there was no where for him to go. "Please!!
You'll kill me!!" he shrieked. "Oh, come on little guy. I'm not THAT heavy
for god's sake. Tell you what.I'll sit on your head and you guess my
weight!" Saying that Karen began to lower her bottom over poor Boris's
screaming visage.

He felt the sheer material of her chute pants barely holding in the bulge
of her round ass. His head was pushed back, straight with his spine, and he
was forced back into the corner with most of his back against the wall as
the ever increasing weight of Karen's bulk began to press down on him.
Karen rested her elbows on her knees so she could look at the little figure
beneath her. His face was bright red and he fought with all of his strength
trying to lift the massive weight off of his head. His teeth were clenched
and his eyes were squinted almost shut. "wow.pretty impressive so far pal.
Let's see how you do when I'm Really sitting' on ya!" Saying this Karen
closed her eyes and sat up straight. She folded her hands politely on her
lap in front of her and a peaceful smile spread across her lips.

For Boris it felt like the world was coming down on him. He felt the soft
warm bulge of Karen's bottom pressing firmly and unyieldingly down on him.
Various pops and crackles started coming from his spine. Each little noise
produced a pathetic yelp from Boris and a cute little giggle from Karen.
"Ok buddy.here we go!!" she shouted excitedly and began to lift her bum up
slightly, and bounce it down on Boris's head. The waves or her weight
traveled painfully down his spine, causing disks to slip out of alignment,
and bones to scrape horribly against one another. The sheer agony kept
mounting as Karen increased the height of her bounces, and their frequency.
"How you doing down there fellah? Whoa.this is tiring.let's rest a second
shall we?....ahhhhhh" Karen sat still, once again bringing her full weight
to bear on poor Boris. She pushed her legs out in front of her and crossed
her ankles, looking down quizzically, listening to the sound of bones
cracking. After her bouncing assault, Boris's skeleton couldn't stand up to
Karen's merciless weight upon it. First one crackle, then a pop, then a
crunch, and Karen chuckled as she was slowly sinking to the floor, crushing
Boris's spine into powder vertically. His ribs came loose where they
connected to his shattering spinal column, and vertebrae that didn't fly
out of their place were crunched into splinters. Finally, with a wet
*kroonch!* , Karen's decent onto the crushed man halted a mere foot and a
half off of the floor.

She stood up and surveyed the damage. Boris let out a rasping wheeze as
Karen shook her head at the pathetic site. His arms didn't appear to be
connected to anything as they just flopped around on the fleshy sack that
she had turned his torso into. Blood gurgled out of his mouth and nose, and
tears streamed fourth from his swollen eyes.

"Doesn't look like you're going anywhere honey. But, on the off chance
that you DO recover *giggle* I'd better juuust make sure ." Karen picked up
the smashed little man and layed him down on her hard wooden floor. She
picked up his broken legs and folded them up over his body so that they
came to rest on either side of his face. Boris wheezed a feeble
"No.pleeease don't." to her before she straddled him. Staring right at his
face she licked her lips as she sat on him *CRaaaaack!* Blood flowed out of
Boris's mouth and nose as Karen's butt compressed his already broken body
futher. It looked as though she was attempting to deflate a beach ball by
squeezing the air out of it under her weight.

Without getting off the mangled figure underneath her she casually reached
over onto the table and grabbed an elastic band. She bulled her hair back
and secured the elastic around her pony tail. Standing up, she went into
the living room and brought over her wooden coffee table. She grabbed
Boris and draped him over it, face up.

Karen kneeled down by the dying man, who was now sobbing openly as he
gagged and gurgled on his own blood. "Ok baby.shhh now.*giggle*. I'm going
to sit on your face now, and crush your little head flat. Man..I just sat
on you and LOOK at you.your body is a sack of bloody pulp. Guess you picked
the wrong house to break into tonight pal. Anyways.bye bye." Karen
emphasized her farewell by tickling the underside of Boris's chin and
giving him a little wink.

She threw her leg over the table and straddled Boris's upturned face. The
voluptuous curve of her bottom came closer and closer until finally he felt
her weight pressing down on him. Over the mounds of her buttox he could see
her pony tail hanging there, and sense the arch of her back. As her bottom
swallowed his face, he felt the sting of the sheer material of her chute
pants pressing heavily onto his skin. Karen lifted her feet of the floor
and brought her legs out in front of her, covering Boris's entire body. His
head disappeared almost completely underneath her ass. "Oh.uh-oh.I can feel
your little head startin' to give." Karen put her hands on her hips and
bit her lower lip as she waited for the end. She felt the creaks and groans
of Boris's skull as it began to give way under her ass. " *chuckle*.juuuust
another second little buddy.almost..almost." and with that *Skrelchh!* her
bottom met the table as she flattened his head like an over-ripe
watermelon. "Whoa! Now that's gotta be painful!" She said as she flexed
her glutes on the remnants of Boris's face.

After relishing the squelch of Boris's remains underneath her, Karen stood
up and went to the laundry room to get some cleaning supplies. She'd have a
long night ahead of her after this incident, but with the fun she had
dishing out the punishment, she definitely thought it was worth the
trouble.

By Thomas298