She was pinned to the earth. Arms, legs, throat, torso, even her fingers were anchored down. A makeshift bit-gag held her head firmly in place. Trussed up like a female Gulliver, Tara could do nothing as that tiny jerk with a sword, Sinclare, jumped up and down on her breasts like they were trampolines.

He sensed she was now conscious and stopped his acrobatic bouncing back and forth. Landing on her chest he looked down on the massive head of his colossal captive.

"So Gigantor finally awakens. Know this then. You gave us hell throughout the whole caper. But ultimately you FAILED! We finally have what we came for. So for you it's game over. And this time I know it to be true.

"That piece of wood wedged into your mouth has a motion sensitive bomb in it. Grow bigger, or shrink, and your swelled head will be all over the place.

"You're stuck here for the rest of your life, Sheena. But don't worry. Unlike you life is short. For you anyway. There's a T-Rex in the area. My men are luring it to your location. You won't have to live with your defeat much longer.

"And Strock, assuming she's not busted down to buck private for this, is gonna have to recruit a new bimbo for that jumped up sorority of hers."

And with that Sinclare jumped off her and was gone. Tara was burning mad to be sure. She DID fail. And Sinclare left her behind with next to no options. Whatever she could do she'd have to do it fast. The roar of the T-Rex was awful close.

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