It was a man.

  It was an enormous human male. He was stooped over to fit through the open hatch and he stretched up to his full height as he cleared the low ceiling, peering out at the crowd with angry eyes. He was almost twice as tall as any of the soldiers, somewhere around ten feet. All he wore was a pair of sweat shorts that were a number of sizes to small. They accentuated the thin muscles of his thighs. The waist was pulled down slightly over the modest curve of his toned posterior, the skin lightly paled. The front bulged heavily with his thick manhood, the failing stitches straining against the massive bulk and outlining his virility with stark clarity. His legs were too wide for the frayed cuffs and the sides of his shorts had torn up to the taut top band.

  His body was smooth, almost free of unsightly hair save for a light stubble across his cheeks and the black mane that fell over his eyes in thin strands. His sharp features were menacing, the visage of a hawk ready to strike at it's hapless prey. Thin eyebrows shadowed steel eyes and a long and thin nose. His chest was thin, little fat hiding the sleek muscles of his upper body. His back and stomach were rippled with it, a wiry strength that tensed as he balled his large fists, staring at the tiny soldiers that trembled around him. He stepped forward, slowly walking down the ramp. His bare feet creaked against the thick metal while his calves tensed into powerful rigidity.

  Travis fought the urge to back away. His years of training had prepared him for many things : war, disease, destruction; but nothing could have prepared him for this. This giant man was infinitely more terrifying than anything he had ever before experienced. His menacing stance, the exacting posture of an aggressive monster, the sheer power evident; no one in the Landing Bay was at ease.

  He took another step forward, stepping on the cold ground with nothing as much as a wince. He towered over the cuff teams, it was so quiet you could hear the light rattling of their chains as they trembled. The air was warm, but Travis imagined he could see his own breath, the currents swirling around the mouths of every one present in the stillness. He half-imagined the giant would start breathing fire or steam.

  General Sweet motioned to the cuff teams; they tightened their grips on the bonds and stepped toward him with chains raised.

  "Look out!"

  The giant shot forward, leaping at them with the grace of a leopard as he swung a long arm and hammered the brunt of his great fist into the chest of a young Private. Travis listened to the liquid sound of ribs cracking as he was pitched into the air, his limp body twirling as he crunched against a wall. He hit the ground a bleeding pulp, the white of bone and pink of marrow poking through his mangled skin and torn uniform. The legs twitched for a moment as the last semblances of life bled away, but no one noticed as their eyes were fixed on the rampaging prisoner.

  The giant stepped down on the chain, his long foot pressing the metal into the ground and dragging the remaining soldiers towards him. He reached for one, the gruff man screaming for his life as he saw the massive palm stretching towards his terror-stricken face.

  There was a crackle, the surge of electricity, as Tazers shot out of their pistols and attached themselves to the giant's back and legs. Curled wires pulsed with current and his reaction was immediate, reeling away as his eyes bulged in their sockets.

  "EEEYYYIIIAAARRR!!!"

  His body wracked with the pain, convulsing in violent spasms as it caught with the sensation of fire. He dropped to his knees, every muscle tensing involuntarily. He was still taller than the standing soldiers as they closed in, the butts of their rifles raised in the air. He immediately fell to the ground under the rain of their blows, each impact a dull thwack upon the yielding skin. Some of them kicked him in the ribs, raising their camouflaged calves in the air and swinging them at full force. The giant didn't even try to defend himself, not being able to deflect all of the falling attacks.

  "GRYPHON!"

  Private Travis shot his gaze back up to the cargo ship as someone else came out through it's hatch. The deep, yet feminine voice, was quickly followed by another giant.

  She was huge, almost ten feet tall herself, and covered in sleek and toned muscle. She was more muscular than the first giant, exhibiting a stronger physique, but she was definitely all woman. Every inch of her body was toned, the lines of definition screaming with each running step she took. The sheet of leather she wore as a top was torn up her broad back and had exposed one full and firm breast. The heavenly globe was as large as a normal man's head and the bloated tip was dark and round, dancing up and down as she moved. Her skin was tanned, her face beautiful. Her legs were almost as long as Travis was tall, not an ounce of unsightly fat diminishing their glory. Her skirt was torn up both sides; her exposed thighs were solid pillars, stretching out from wide hips and a trim waist. Her expression was one of shock, her high cheek bones sunken with her mouth wide as she ran to her fellow titan.

  The soldiers that were beating down upon the giant backed away, staring up at the lovely creature that thundered towards them. Her eyes were wide, her dark hair disheveled and falling over her broad shoulders.

  "GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU BASTARDS!" She knelt down and protected him with her giant body. The back of her skirt raised up past the lower curve of her powerful backside as she leaned over his prone form. It was as tanned and strong as the rest of her, darker in shade in the valleys between muscle and bone. She held her arms out, keeping the soldiers at bay, as they kept their weapons trained on her. The Tazers hummed with potential energy.

  Private Travis looked at the giant in disbelief. Despite the severe beatings he had taken, the shocks to his back, the blows to his face, he wasn't bleeding and didn't show any signs of bruising. In fact, he was still conscious and moaning as he lay on the ground.

  General Sweet stepped forward, pointing with the end of his cigar.

  "Come quietly my dear. There's no chance of escape. You are our prisoners. Step away from him and you won't be harmed."

  She looked about, her stern visage and firm stance were beginning to melt with apprehension. She slowly stood back up, taking a step away as the soldiers raised their Gauss Rifles to follow her. She was enormous, and she was absolutely stunning.

  The General motioned and the cuff teams advanced on the prone form of the giant. They quickly pinned him down, two of them pressing their rifles into his throat as the others went to work. The smaller bracers wrapped tight around his wrists and ankles, securing him fast with titanium chains. They locked the larger ones further up his arms and calves; it was a loose fit, but they couldn't slip past the smaller cuffs. One of the soldiers kicked him in the stomach, knocking a rush of wind from his lungs and forcing him to roll over on to his front.

  "Come on freak! On your feet!"

  "DON'T HURT HIM!"

  The amazon stepped forward again, the fiery anger in her voice and stance making her seem much larger than her ten foot size. A few of the soldiers fell back; intimidated by the strong muscles that flared, her giant body bulging heavily out of it's leather straps. Her shoulders were taut and thick with power, the biceps tense as she balled her fists and took an offensive posture. Her large and thin feet dug into the ground, her thighs solid as she stared down the smaller men.

  Other soldiers, further away, raised their rifles and kneeled down for better accuracy, aiming at the angered giantess. Travis looked at the crumpled form of the mangled Private against the wall once more, knowing that the giant woman had the power, if not more, to do the same.

  "Stay back!" General Sweet took a stern step forward. "Men, if she takes any more aggressive action, you are under orders to use lethal force."

  The giantess was visibly shaken; her face remained a mask of anger, but her body trembled as her eyes wavered. She lowered her hands, easing out of her stance. The reaction among the cuff crews was immediate. They took hold of the lumbering giant as he lay on the ground and began to drag him along the cold ground. She could do nothing but watch as a dozen soldiers yanked forcefully on the chains, pulling him towards an open cargo doors deeper into the base.

  Sweet looked up at the towering woman. She still stood proudly, her extremely firm breasts blooming out of her torn top. Her tanned skin was moist with a light sweat, giving her a healthy and glistening glow. Her skirt was sliding up her meaty thighs, a hint of her crotch and muscular posterior evident. The General nodded in admiration; she was a fine specimen of a young woman.

  "Are you going to come quietly now? Or do I have to order my men to fire their Tazers?"

  She looked around nervously, her brown eyes focused on the crackling ends of the electric guns. She nodded.

  "Good, now will you please put these restraints on yourself? Or will we have to strap you down and force you into them?"

  "I'll ... I'll go peacefully."

  "Good." Sweet motioned to his men and they placed the lengths of chain in front of her. She obediently latched them over her forearms and shins, making sure they were secure. Sweet nodded once more and his men moved in.

  "C'mon girlie girl. We're gonna have fun with you."

  Travis watched her eyes widen in alarm, he just followed her with his rifle. Sweet pointed at the speaking soldier with the end of a freshly lit cigar.

  "No one touches her but our scientists; is that understood Private."

  "Yes sir."

  Sweet smiled, proud with his achievement. He was ready to return to his chambers and check the progress of his troops aboard the Necronomicon. He was about to walk away as the amazon was being pulled into the detention area when he turned to address her once more.

  "Don't worry my dear, we'll take good care of you here. And don't worry about your friend either, we'll take special measures to be sure you're both comfortable." The General laughed to himself, taking one last puff from his cigar as the doors before him opened.

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