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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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Vertag and Jackala walked into the Tank room. The SID agent had a clipboard with some paper sheets on it. He flipped through that while the police officer started at the Little People behind the glass.
They stared back. None recognized the new giant. New was not a good thing on this planet.
Down in the contact tube, a Marine lifted her phone to make a frantic call.
"What was his name, again?" Vertag asked.
"Chocould," Jackala said. "Driver Chocould."
"Ah." Vertag's finger stabbed at a spot on one page. "He brought in one... Gabrielle Drake."
"How did you pronounce that?" Jackala asked. Vertag showed him the text and they sounded it out. "Weird name."
"Yes. Gabrielle Drake? We need to talk to you." They stood at the side of the tank as a human woman entered the stairway and started climbing up.
"Yes?"
"Just need to talk," Vertag said. He sounded reassuring. He placed a cage on the top of the Tank, a small one. "And in my office, so..."
"What about?"
"Your owner," Jackala said. Vertag held up a hand.
"The man who turned you in," he corrected. Jackala snorted, rejecting the difference.
They waited with varying degrees of patience as she climbed. Other humans shrank away from the stairwell as she passed their level.
She slowed on the last flight of steps. The cop fidgeted, clearly wanting to just reach in and pick her up. Vertag remained patient, not moving until she hesitantly stepped inside the cage. He shut the door and lifted her gently.
They retraced their steps to his office. Jackala sat on the edge of his desk. Vertag pointed rather insistently towards the chair on the opposite side. When the other man had moved, but not without rolling his eyes, Vertag sat down himself.
Then he opened the cage and beckoned for the woman to step out. "Gabrielle," he said. "We need to ask you about some things you may have witnessed."
"Is this about the wire?" she asked. There was a small catch in her voice.
"Wire?" Vertag asked.
Just then, the elevator doors opened. Janet Crane came racing out. "You can't interrogate her without me being present!" she shouted.
"We sure as dumplings CAN!" Jackala replied.
"Hold on," Vertag said, a hand to each of them. "First off, Janet, it's not an interrogation. Just asking questions.
"Second, she's still in my custody. With a two-week delay, exactly so our police can identify humans of interest.
Drake looked frightened. Janet moved closer for moral support. Vertag dropped a hand between them. "No, Janet, you cannot have contact with her at this time."
"So get out!" Jackala said.
"Please?" Vertag asked him. He turned back to Janet. "I don't mind if you're here. It'll be easier than writing a report. But she IS still in official SID custody unless and until such time as I turn her over to you or some other authority."
The liaison clearly didn't like it, but forebore more protest. She clenched her fists and stepped back. "At least give her a chair," she said.
The SOG produced two folding seats. One for Janet, one for Drake. They sat. Vertag took a breath, a reset of sorts.
"Now, Drake. You said a wire?"
"He wrapped a wire around my throat. Said he had a whistle that if he blew it, the wire was treated and would burn like a sparkler."
"Sparkler?" Jackala asked.
"Magnesium," Janet replied.
"That would be scary," Vertag said.
"We don't have... There's no such technology," Jackala said.
"And how was she supposed to know?" Janet snapped.
"Well, did she ask for a demonstration?" the cop snapped back.
Vertag's eyes hadn't left Drake. "I know how I would have done it," he said softly. "Wrap the wire around you, then tell you what it did. Then lift a man-overboard whistle to my lips and ask, 'do you want a demonstration?'"
Drake nodded, eyes wide.
"Yeah, well. Okay. So he used fear to control you. What did he make you do?"
"Oh, all those women," she said. Her eyes teared up.
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The two women giggled in Choc's cab as it shot up Street Three. They gossiped about the men they'd turned down in the club. Teasing each other about the losers that had asked them out.
Maker, if he heard 'Then go to him and bear his children,' one more time. Then he was swerving to the curb. There was more giggling and the blonde got out.
Not both? Suddenly, the night was looking up. The brunette waved goodbye and scooted to the middle of the back seat.
"Okay, I need to go to 1313 North Cable," she said. He paused only long enough to write the address down. And glanced to the carefully arranged coat piled on the seat next to him. Glanced significantly.
She knew what to do.
The fare wasn't a talker. He just headed towards the address she'd given, the only sound the hum of the tires and the clicking of the meter.
"Ow!" she protested.
"What?" he asked, looking up at the mirror.
"Something stuck me! You need to clean up back here."
"Sorry," he said. "Some other passenger may have left something."
"Well, I can't find it," she said. Her voice had already calmed down. He glanced at her from time to time but she didn't say anything more.
He made it to her address and stopped the meter. Then pulled away from the curb and headed for home.
The flap at the top of the passenger seat lifted and Gabby climbed into view. She looked back at their fare. "I think she does."
"She doesn't," he said confidently. Then they were silent.
The garage was attached. Like his beard, it hid a multitude of sins. He stopped the car and opened the back seat.
He regarded her for a moment. The first view he had of her in a strong light. Her face was relaxed, a small smile on it. He lifted her hand and took off her watch. He'd give that to the dispatcher in a few hours, end of his shift.
The dispatchers all knew he always turned in anything found in his cab. They considered him the most honest cabbie in town. Handy, that.
Then he took her purse and found the fare. He guessed at her tipping style. And left the rest. If she was robbed tonight, the money wouldn't be found in his wallet.
Gabby was getting antsy, moving around on top of the seat, watching. "Well? Well?"
"Hang on," he said.
"I wanna KNOW!"
"Sure, we both do. But you have to savor the moment."
"I have to savor the victory," she snorted. He ignored her and started dragging the passenger out. When he could, he lifted her up and carried her inside.
By the time he'd carefully undressed her, Gabby had made it in to the bedroom. She ran in, asking. "Well?"
He held up the bra and showed her the padding. "She stuffs," he said.
"I knew it!" Gabby said, punching a fist in the air. He smiled at the Little Person gesture. "I go first."
"Yes, you do," he said. He stood quietly as Gabby climbed a sheet. She got to the foot of the bed and stood between the fare's feet.
She stared for a moment, smiling. Then stripped naked, eyes still on 'the prize.'
He sat down in his chair, watching with an air of impatience.
It was a lie. He really didn’t mind going second. For one, it wasn't like Gabby could use them up. For another, he got to watch.
The little woman walked forward, grabbing hairs to pull herself up to the belly. He winced in sympathy for the poor fare. Which, now that he thought about it, was more than a little ironic. Sympathy for the victim he'd chosen.
He didn't laugh out loud but he did smile. And watched.
Gabby walked forward, reaching out to stroke the boobs as she passed. They were large, next to her. Not as large as the bra had made them look, of course. But large enough.
She climbed the chin and opened the mouth. Reaching inside, she swirled her arm around, getting it nice and wet. Then she used that to wet the woman's lips.
To her glee, the woman actually licked after her, swiping the upper one with moisture.
"Oh, baby! You're in a hurry, too?" Gabby cooed. She spread her legs and started to writhe on the lips. "Kiss it, baby," she urged. The woman's lips moved, a half-assed kiss back.
Maybe she dreamed that those taut thighs were on a lover's face? Gabby cheered and continued to wriggle. Every slight move of the giant's lips caused her activity to speed up and her voice to yip slightly higher.
When she was dripping wet, from knee to knee, she spun around and slid over the chin. He watched closely as she moved to one nipple, the one farthest from Choc, and squeezed it between her slippery thighs.
Wet, squishy sounds came over to his ears, heightening his appreciation, his interest. His desire. The little rapist squeezed and twisted until she came. "Eeh...EEH! Oh, yeah. A nipple I could use for soccer... Mine, all mine." She lifted her sensitive pussy clear and crawled on all fours to the giant's sternum.
"But what would you use for a goal?" Choc asked.
She slapped one hand against each breast. "Right between the uprights," she panted. "Now, if you're not going to help, get out."
"I'll help," he promised. "If it'll speed this along." He rose and bent over the bed.
"Yeah, yeah, you're so bored your pants tent out," she laughed. She was in the corner of his eye as he lapped and licked around and around the other nipple. When the area was good and wet, though the nipple was dry, she slithered up the gentle slope and started to nibble.
He saw the teat tugged by her teeth and pushed by her chin. Around and around, over and down. She licked and bit. And her body writhed. The breast beneath her was too small and too firm to really wiggle, but surges moved back and forth under her.
She slid, just a bit, down towards the lower ribs. And though her legs pumped, she couldn't get the traction to get back to the nipple.
He wanted to push her. He knew she wouldn't tolerate his touch, but he wanted to. And she was starting to whimper. He reached down. She snarled.
He placed his hand, fingers flat, against the bottom side of the breast. Cupping slightly at the tips, fingering the boob.
She looked at his hand, then up at him, then nodded. She pushed her foot against his ring finger and got back on top.
And started making the sloppy sounds again.
Finally, she did slide down and walked over the bare belly. Still wet with his saliva, she got into the hair on the mound and slithered down.
He hovered over her and watched. It was clear when she centered her clit on the fare's. That ass flexed, pumping, feet shoved into the thigh muscles for purchase.
For a moment, Gabby's ass looked like a guy humping. She flexed her pelvis and rubbed herself in place.
He glanced up. The woman's lips were parted and her teeth nibbled the back of her lower lip. She even whimpered.
"She's going to wake up," he said.
"There's time," Gabby replied. Then panted a few times before repeating herself. Suddenly her legs shot out straight behind her. Her whole body stiffened, like wind up soldier's. She pulled fists full of pubic hair and arched her back.
And gritted her teeth against a long, slow grunt.
Then she relaxed and he watched her glide down over the slit. The lips parted as she went, glistening pink. Gabby kissed skin here and there until she was pooled on the bedsheets, moaning happily.
"Out," Choc ordered.
"I can't," she panted.
"Then I'll help," he said. For a wonder, she didn't protest. She really was done in, he realized. She was limp in his hand and he placed her between the bare breasts.
Then climbed onto the bed. His cock was out and very, very ready. To his surprise, the fare was wet, too. She wasn't fully asleep, then, but she wasn't protesting, either.
He'd have to remember this one's address.
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"And then what?" Jackala asked.
"After forcing me to dose her," Gabrielle said, "I had to wait in the car while he took her upstairs to... to... To rape her!"
"Oh, you poor thing!" Janet sighed.
"He'd... He'd give them just enough antidote so they'd be awake enough to get dressed, then took them to a park or bus stop near their home," she explained.
"When they woke, they'd go home."
"Didn't they notice?" Janet asked. She waved vaguely at her own body. "They were...disheveled, let's say?"
"And?" Jackala asked.
"What? Was it never reported?"
"Janet," Vertag said, "a single woman, who'd been drinking, woke up with signs of illicit behavior? If she called the cops, they'd just say she had been lucky no one slit her throat."
Janet stared in horror. Gabrielle nodded. "That's what he said. No one would admit to having sex they didn't remember. That would make them whores or worse."
"Worse?" Janet asked. Vertag shook his head. She didn't want to know.
"He told me he'd never get caught because no one would ever be looking." She looked up at Jackala. "Why are you investigating? DID someone complain?"
"Mayor's daughter," he replied shortly. He stared into space, tapping his pencil. Then he stood.
"Okay," he said, closing his notebook. "Thanks for the details. If we can find any sea-slug venom in the cab, or this seat tunnel you mentioned, we can take him in."
He stood and looked at Vertag. "We can't use her testimony. And I think we've gotten all we can out of her."
"Okay," Vertag nodded. "Janet, if you want to take Gabrielle straight to the EB, go ahead."
"Thank you," Janet said, scurrying forward to take the poor victim into a hug. She glared up at Vertag. He shrugged.
"Hey," he said. "At least, if they do take him in, he is going to get interrogated by truth serum. And then prosecuted."
She looked a little mollified at that. Neither saw the look of anxiety in Gabrielle's eyes. But they'd have misinterpreted that, anyway.
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