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.Tales of the Exchange	By : keithcompany Category: G through L > Land of the Giants Views: 1809 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The giant was pathetic. She was his captive. He needed do no more than dump her in the waiting area and leave her to figure things out.
Or appoint a guide from the other refugees in The Tank.
But he made sure to point out to her where food and showers were, and to explain why the walls were transparent. Like she had anything to worry about if the humans rioted in here.
He stressed that this wasn't a cage and she wasn't at his mercy. But it clearly WAS a cage and he was the size of a decent ski-lift tower. Of course she was his captive, his toy if he had the manhood to play with her.
"And my luggage?" she asked, deigning to look up at his face. "When can I have access to that?"
Her tone made her displeasure, her disappointment clear. He just looked bemused, though. Not sorry or afraid of her reaction.
"Your stuff is all tagged with your name and has been transferred to Marine custody," he said. "You'll get that when we transfer you."
"Transfer custody?" she sneered. "So I am your property?" Your toy, your servant, your slave... He shrugged and obviously dismissed her from his mind. She felt a little thrill as he turned away and left her on the Tank's top.
If she'd crashed on HIS car all those years ago, she'd have straightened him out.
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Shavanna opened her apartment door and stepped to the big bay window in the kitchen. The view wasn't quite as good as the one from her office, but it was still quite the cityscape.
It validated her life choices nicely.
She put her briefcase on the desk, mentally estimating how many hours she'd have to work tonight. She wasn't staying late at the office, she couldn't stay late, so her coworkers assumed she got everything done during business hours. If they only knew...
She took the bag of takeout to the counter and started portioning dinner.
"Well?" a voice asked from the floor.
"Oh, you were RIGHT!" Shavanna said. She knelt down to pick Lorelei up and placed her on the counter. "None of the men would even consider becoming project lead on the feminine products account!
"I got bumped two levels and have SEVEN direct reports!"
"That's a start," Lorelei allowed. "But now we need to force them to recognize-"
She paused when an excited Shavanna dumped dinner into the serving bowl. "Is that... Snapper?"
"Yes, I was running late, and this was the only place that's directly on the route so-"
"This is HILLBILLY food!" the Earthling snapped.
"I know, I know," the giant apologized, "but that was too heavily seasoned that time. I think this is a lot blander and you'll-"
"I specifically said that there'd be no more snapper meals," Lorelei said in a low tone. She crossed her arms and tapped her toe. Slowly.
"I just- You're right. You're absolutely right." She stood up straight and looked at the top of her fridge. "Should I get the shinai?"
Lorelei considered. The bamboo sword did wonders for her mood. It really felt like a spanking. But...
The five belts she had buckled together were more flexible, and the red stripe followed the curves of the giant's skin. It left a bigger mark, but it was more than a little unwieldy. And sometimes fell apart.
She scratched her chin. Sha was starting to fidget, waiting. Lorelei smiled. "No, dear, I think we need the bullwhip."
"What? No, no, it's just a-"
"Are you...arguing with me?" she asked in a dangerous tone.
"Oh, no, I just... I didn't... Yes. Yes, ma'am, I guess I am." She picked up the Earthling and stepped to the fridge. The whip was coiled up inside a cereal bowl, with the belts and the practice sword.
Lorelei was dangled over it just long enough to pick it up. Then they proceeded to the bedroom.
A large, firm pillow rested in the middle of the bed. Sha deposited her passenger, then lay face down on the mattress.
"Alright," Lorelei said. She snapped a few practice whips, sharp reports filling the air. "Let's get on with it."
"Yes, ma'am." Shavanna arched her hips as she reached down to undo her fly. Then she pushed pants and panties down together, baring her ass to the woman on the cushion.
The smell washed over the little person. A day's worth of sweat, a little bit of ass, leavened nicely with just a touch of excitement.
She breathed it in while gazing over those wide, pale, perfect cheeks. And cracked her whip.
It extended her reach immensely. And it wasn't unwieldy like the belts. It was flexible and could, she knew, follow the cheeks around.
But she considered herself an artist. Skilled in the control of her flexible tool, she aimed to dust the skin with only the tip. Like a fly fisherman, placing the lure in the exact spot it was required.
It didn't raise giant welts on the giant, but it did get her attention. Sha knew she'd been punished.
The butt clenched before her as she struck it, wiggles and jiggles chasing each other over the surface. Her hostess whimpered into the comforter.
Lorelei picked a random number, three, and glanced at the clock. The minute hand was on the two. So plus three was five. She laid a total of five snaps from the whip on the butt cheek nearest the cushion, then jumped to land on Sha's bouncy behind.
It was and was not like being in the moon walk. The footing was chancy, but heat radiated up to her and into her.
There was a pulse coming through her bare feet. It was deadly slow for a human, but for Sha, it was positively racing.
And each whimper, each cry, shook through the woman's bones and vibrated, mushily, through flesh and skin.
She moved to the small of Sha's back. The whip kissed the far cheek four times. Then she paused, watching the giant cheeks clench up in anticipation. And finally five.
Lorelei climbed up the tailbone, treading gently into the top of the crack. A stroke to the left, one to the right, back and forth. She started at the outside and worked her way towards the center.
She made sure the pinprick welts were well inside the pale parts, far from the tan lines, far from any risk of discovery. It wouldn't do for Sha to have to make up an excuse. The giant wasn't the think of the pair.
Closer and closer to center, she finally lay one on the very top of the line where the cheeks joined. Just above the anus. The wiggling was continuous, now. Lorelei knew Sha had a real fear about pain deep inside the crack.
She stepped forwards, pushing through the cheeks. Reversed her grip and probed the very edge of the little brown hole with the bullwhip's handle.
"Are you going to get snapper again?" she shouted.
"No!" Shavanna insisted. There was an odd stereo effect, between the voice and the vibrations in the tailbone. The two waves met at Lorelei's middle.
Or... Well, maybe that was something else.
She pushed the handle down sharply. "Are you going to be 'running late' again?"
"NO, MA'AM!"
"See that you don't," she said. She stood and walked towards the spine, towards her pet's head. The whip dangled, dragging along the cleft. Then she paused.
"Of course, after all this," she said slowly. Whimpers shook the spine beneath her. "After all this, dinner is going to be cold, isn't it?"
"Um...probably, ma'am."
Lorelei smiled and slowly coiled the whip. The tip bounced a bit as it was dragged over flinching skin…
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She walked into the living quarters closest to the shower stall on the bottom floor. Four people looked up from where they sat among the six beds.
"This," Lorelei said, "is my room now. Get out."
"Now listen," a man said. He stood and glowered. He topped her by maybe all of an inch.
"Your line," she said carefully, happily, "is 'yes, ma'am.' You want to learn that quickly." He looked confused as she stepped forward.
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