Once again Zari found herself caught in the same time loop she'd lived through a hundred times, and once again she found herself staring up at a hundred foot tall Sara towering over her. This time around however she took note of Sara's foot as it propelled itself into the air above her. Not wanting to end up trapped under and then squashed beneath the blondes foot Zari acted quickly, rolling to her right side for safety.
"Ahhhh, nice to get out of those awful disco shoes." Sara muttered, ending her walk directly over the shrunken Persian girl. She continued to wiggle her toes in delight, just as she had in the previous variation of the time loop.
The ten digits drummed rhythmically on the floor close to Zari who hadn't strayed too far from Sara's gigantic feet. She figured if she could remember the path that Sara took around the room during her last reincarnation then she might be able to avoid ending up under them a second time. However, she had yet to notice that Sara had turned her gaze to the floor.
"What is that, a bug? Mick must have left crumbs out again, and now we have ants." Sara announced, lifting her barefoot. Ready to crush Zari under her naked foot for the second time, though this time she would be bringing down her foot with the intention to kill, which would no doubt result in a quicker demise than last time. Zari then braced herself for yet another death under Sara's sole, although surprisingly enough the death from above she was expecting never came.
"Wait just a second. Is that Zari?" Sara's voice boomed overhead, sparing Zari from a second death by Sara's sole. Albeit was a relief for Zari at first she was hardly out of danger with her towering giant of a captain. As her foot pulled away, Zari could see that Sara was smiling in response to finding her at such a small size.
"Well well, looks like the shoe is on the other foot. You know what, this size is perfect for you. I can teach you a lesson about obeying your captain." Sara announced, lifting her foot above Zari. The shrunken Persian girl starting to believe it was her new destiny to die endlessly beneath Sara's feet.
"Sara wait! You already crushed me under your foot!" Zari yelled, not wanting to get reacquainted with the underside of Sara's foot.
"What?" Sara asked, holding herself back from stepping on the bug-sized girl a second time. "Explain yourself?" Sara demanded, her voice booming from Zari's point of view, serving to make the blonde assassin even more terrifying.
"I'm caught in a time loop. Ray and I shrunk down to spy on you, after which you found and crushed us with a rolled up newspaper. Then after the time loop reset, I was still shrunk and you stepped on me. If we don't work together then the ship is going to explode in less than an hour." Zari explained, still looking up at Sara passed her toes.
"Is that so?" Sara asked in a singsong voice, pulling her foot back and placing it back on the ground. She leaned forward, reaching for the floor in front of her feet, stretching her fingers out around the tiny totem bearer.
Zari panicked, she looked for a way out as Sara's fingers wrapped around her, unable to find one. Sara squeezed Zari between her thumb and index finger, squeezing tightly as they wrapped around her torso. She exhaled shapely, finding it harder to draw in breath with Sara's thumb pressing down on her breasts with about 200 pounds of pressure.
Sara walked across the room towards the captain's office, holding Zari at level with her breasts the whole time. It was clear given the look on her face that Sara was focused on looking for something, perhaps Ray's size changing gun so that could restore Zari's original size. However, this turned out to be nothing more than wishful thinking as Sara instead pulled a chair away from the wall with her foot and promptly dropped the tiny totem bearer on its surface.
"Sara, what are you doing?" Zari asked, not liking the way Sara was looking down at her, hands on her hips and a smile spread across her face. Answering the Persian woman's question by turning in the opposite direction, bringing her giant butt over the seat Zari currently found herself standing on.
"I'm teaching you a lesson in what happens when you disobey your captain's orders," Sara announced, waving her hips from side too side. Taunting Zari with the ass that had attracted the attention of many women throughout history. These numbers including but not limited to Anne of Austria, Queen Guinevere, and the entire female population of age in Salem, Massachusetts during her brief time there in 1693.
"Oh shit!" Zari thought out loud, realizing that Sara intended to crush her beneath her rear end, clad in tight spandex. She'd just told her angry captain that she was practically immortal and would reincarnate upon her death, looking back Zari realized this to be a big mistake.
Sara took a short step to her side with one foot, increasing the distance between her feet before dropping her weight onto the seat below in one fluid motion. Meanwhile, Zari watched helplessly from below knowing she was destined to die yet again under Sara as the assassin's butt fell towards her like a falling meteor.
*Boom*
The seat shifted as it took on the brunt of Sara's weight. However, it was Zari who was actually forced to withstand the majority of Sara's full weight as her butt came to rest on top of her. On top of that there was little to no padding on the seat Sara had selected, making the force exerted on top of the shrunken girl that much more severe to endure.
Sara had removed any trace of negative emotions for what came next, she already knew Zari would be reborn at the beginning of the next hour. Living with the memory of being crushed under her powerful bottom. What a perfect way to renew fear in the newest member on board the Waverider.
Instead, the blonde captain chooses to smile. Lifting her feet off the ground Sara began bearing more of her full weight on Zari's tiny frame. She could both feel and hear the stain on her bones as the began to crack and break under Sara's massive buttocks.
Finally, Sara decided to end things with a bang. She reduced the weight on Zari's body to nothing, lifting her butt off the seat a few inches into the air above her. Even with Zari being shrunk Sara knew the limits of her body quite well. The female assassin caused just enough damage to leave Zari immobilized in the wake of being sat on. She could only watch helplessly from the surface of Sara's seat as her butt continued to loom overhead. The tiny totem bearer was powerless, unable to so much a lift a finger against her captain as she prepared to finish her.
"Goodbye Zari, hopefully, you'll learn something from this," Sara announced passively, coldly and swiftly starting on Zari's execution. Her full weight coming down centered on her enormous buttocks as they pinned Zari to the seat. However, Zari's body was too weak after her last run-in with the assassin's rear to handle any more damage. Instead, her body was instantly overtaken by Sara's ass and silently crushed to a pulp. Her screams muffled by Sara's doughy rear cheeks as she passed away under the blonde woman's bottom.
How will Zari fair in her next life?
1. Zari is reborn yet again right where she started but this time dodges to the left, going unnoticed by Sara. This allows her to travel around the ship looking for help from one of her other crewmates. Stumbling upon Amaya who hears her on the ground and wants to help her.
2. Zari tries to outrun Sara's foot as she starts off a new life under the blonde woman's foot, getting caught between her toes and going unnoticed as she walks towards her room.
3. Zari starts her new life already able to tell something is amiss with Sara looking directly down at her on the floor. Apparently, the clock that she respawns at later times, putting her in a precarious position with Sara's full attention placed on her.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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