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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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"Attention? Can I have your attention?" All human heads turned around and up to look at Vertag as he carried another cage in to place it on the Tank's upper deck.
"I have some more humans on their way back to Earth. As it happens, most of these humans were born here. And all of them cooperated with some of us...giants."
He opened the wire door and beckoned. A raggedy group of men and women stumbled out, looking around the room and down through the layers of glass.
"I don't want them to have any trouble, okay? Sometimes... Well, some humans have been angry at us. At giants. And they try to take it out on the domestics."
He knelt down to put his eyes on the same level as the biggest group of humans. "That would be unfair and stupid. Now, I would never hurt anyone, especially a human in my Tank.
"But if I hear that someone's been bullying THESE humans in my Tank, I'm going to reset your two-week clock. Your delay will start all over again.
"Does everyone understand me?" Heads nodded quickly. "Good. Also, Lieutenant Frasier was, she tells me, a Green Beret." He waved in the general direction of the Earthling Building. "Now, that's not a Marine, but the Sergeant of the Guard tells me it would be pretty stupid to pick a fight with her.
"Any questions?" No one had any. He stood back up. "This room has enough beds for all the women," he told Frasier, tapping the glass. "These two will hold all the men. And that makes this shower your private one.
"Any problems, let me know."
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Tom didn't understand Diana. She didn't fit anywhere in his world. She wasn't a Master, she was his size. And she wasn't a guy, she had the wrong bumpy bits. But she wouldn't act like a girl.
Little Men went out to collect the seed pods. Little Women stayed in the cabin. Little Men who brought back the most seeds each day got to have the girl of their choice.
Master gave them food, clothing, girls and something to do each day. In the off season, he made sure every guy got laid on a regular basis. Tom smiled at the memory.
During the season, though, it was a merit system. Only four girls were available, so only four guys had sex each day.
To Tom, and his nine fellow Hunters, that was just how things worked. Until Sheila's flying thingy landed on the road and Master caught her.
At first, the men were excited. Another woman was just what Tom needed. He was consistently in the top five, but not always in the top four.
And she was sexy. She had boobs as big as Daisy's, and long hair like Saffron's, and legs like Buttercup's and an ass like Rose's. They couldn't wait to see her naked.
But she was put on the hunter team instead.
She talked a lot and she talked fast and none of the guys knew what she said. Something about 'waste of my talents' and she was a 'green bray.' Big whoop, Tom thought. Sounds like a donkey throwing up.
And she was a femmist. Which meant no sex. When she earned a top-performer spot, which she did every day, she just hung out with one of the girls and only three guys got laid.
He paused in his review of Diana's sins as he found a False Hope bush. This was what he was after. The seed pods of the False Hope were worth money to someone Master knew. Tom readied his hunting sack and started feeling the blossoms for mature pods.
He found six and started wandering again. Diana usually came back with twenty or more. Each time! It wasn't fair.
And no one knew how she did it. Each of the Little Men had tried to follow her. She found Tom in about ten minutes and kicked him so hard in the fork that he only found one seed pod that day.
You knew when someone had gotten desperate because they limped back to the cabin and wouldn't look at Diana. At least she wouldn't steal any pods you already had when she caught you. At least she obeyed that rule.
Tom found more False Hope and had double luck. In addition to three more pods, he found a BAG of pods! Someone had dropped them and left them there!
And it was finders're keepers! Master wouldn't tolerate stealing, but he didn't reward poor memories, either.
Tom found enough in the new bag to up his score to fifteen. He was going to get some tonight!
Who would he pick? he mused as he turned back towards home. Diana had picked Daisy last night, so she'd be picking Rose tonight. That left...
He paused at some nagging thought. He really wished he could find an extra bag every day. Then he'd get lots more laid.
But there was no way to do that, was there? Unless he could talk everyone into dropping their bag where he could find it.
He heard wind whistling and spun in place, ducking behind a rock. The stooping hawk JUST missed him and called out in frustration.
He moved cautiously from the rock to a big tree root and dug in. He couldn't sneak past the hawk, but he could wait until it got bored or hungry enough to move on.
And he saw one of his bags sitting, alone, over by the rock he'd ducked behind. There was something about that... Something that made him think about Diana's Rose ass. What was it?
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Diana slung her bag off her shoulder as she made it to the Little Person entry in the cabin. She had twenty one pods, more than enough to secure her position at the top.
Actually, for the last couple of weeks, the guys had been phoning it in. No more than five from each, every bag, every time. She'd only have needed ten to win.
She had actually considered stockpiling the surplus somewhere. Saving against a rainy day, as it were. But she'd really hate to find that the guys had found her stash, or that a titan squirrel had eaten them or there was a truly enormous pile of dogshit on the stash.
There was a pause in her swinging step as she considered how far she'd come from the Asuncion Invasion. Although, she mused, a few giant squirrels might have made that tour of duty more fun.
The big guy's eyes lit up when she got to the desk. "Diana! Welcome home!"
He was alright for a giant, she thought. Kind of a nerdy botany guy, but at least there was no creepy mad scientist vibe.
He just raised plants for seed pods and supplemented the inventory with the little workers.
She had gotten a botany degree herself. The giant was delighted and obviously amused by a Little Person that could discuss plants beyond a 'green and taste sour' basis.
She held her bag up as he lifted her to the desk. "I got twenty one pods, sir." She resisted calling him 'Master,' even to one of the other humans. But her military background made it easy to imagine him looming up over her chain of command.
"Ooops!" he said. Sheila was confused. He liked the pods, he liked how many she got.... Then she saw that all ten of the hunters were standing around on the desk.
They'd all made it back before her. That would mean...
"They got thirty seeds each!" the giant enthused.
Every single one? she thought. That made no sense unless... She saw Tom's smile and suddenly it did. They'd been stockpiling pods. They'd cheated.
Well. Well, they couldn’t do that too often. She relaxed.   One day not at the top. For one day, four of the fuckers would get laid.
"That's great!" she forced out. He set her down beside the wicker basket and lifted her bag to the counting tray.
He looked like a pharmacist selecting pills but she didn't pay much attention. The guys were all staring at her. Not just... Not just in victory. There was something going on.
"Master," Tom called. "Did she get twenty one?"
"Yes, she did," the giant replied. "Which means you guys all qualify as the top hunters." He reached for a pair of dice he kept on the desk. When there were ties, he rolled to resolve the winners. "So, four of you get-"
"Shouldn’t that be five?" How asked. Master froze, dice rattling to a stop in his grip. "How's that?"
Dread settled in the bottom of Sheila's stomach. Dav smiled and stepped away from the crowd. "Well, Master, she promised you she'd be THE top performer, right?"
"Yes, she did. And she has been ever since," Mater nodded.
"But," Teb said, "not today." She spun around to face him, backing up against the basket.
"Seems to me that you," Tom said, "said she didn't have to fuck the winners AS LONG as she was the top hunter."
"That's.... That's true," Master mused.
"What?" Sheila spun around and stared up at the billboard face.
"That was the deal, Sheila," he said. He had a sort of smile on as he considered her. "It makes sense, too. I mean, I use sex to motivate them. And I use the freedom to say 'no' to motivate you.
"You finally failed, so..."
"They cheated!" she said. There was movement behind her, but hitting her fellow pets was really, really against the rules. She could get away with it in the field, but in barracks, in plain sight...
"Oh, I'm sure they did. But they cooperated. And the fact is, they did bring in lots and lots of seed pods for the medicine." He made a turning gesture.
"Tell you what, Sheila. I'll let YOU pick the man you want to...reward."
"No, no, no," she protested. "They had to spend two...three weeks setting this up! All those poor returns! What's my count for the last three weeks?"
"I know, I know," he said soothingly. It really got her hackles up. "But they've always used the standard of one day's worth of seeds."
The girls looked down from the cages on the shelf. "She always did think she was too good for sex," Saffron said.
"Better than us, anyway," Rose added.
"No, no, I thought YOU guys were better than this!" She suddenly realized her fight wasn't with the girls. The men were getting closer. They were shit fighters, but there were a lot of them.
"Master," Tom said. "I remember when you first got Rose? She had to be tied down or she'd hurt people."
"For the first time, yeah," Master said. His hand dropped and swarmed Sheila. She punched and kicked, but without effect.
He looped some rubber bands over her legs, pinning them painfully together. Then he lifted her to his face.
"Okay, your clothes are pretty worn, but they're still a lot better than the others have."
"No, no, no," she pleaded.
"Now, I'm going to give you the chance to strip them off, so nothing gets torn. But you ARE going to get naked, Sheila. Do you want to have clothes to put back on again? Or wear what everyone else has?"
"I'll strip," she said. He nodded and released her arms. She undressed, dropping her shirt and bra into the basket. She pushed her pants and panties down as far as the top of the rubber band. And untied her boots, kicking them free.
He shifted his grip, cupping her butt in his palm, fingers holding her in place. She'd never been so forcefully made aware of the heat coming off his body. And of the strength inside it.
Her...master...took off the bands then slid her clothes down and off her body. She was naked in his grip.
And he didn't seem to care. That was a blow. She wasn't vain, but she had noticed the effect she had on men. These men on the table, certainly.
To her owner, though, she was just a domesticated animal. A pet. Or a working creature, like a hunting dog or a barn cat.
"It's rape," she said, one last card to play. He looked surprised. And seriously confused.
"How do you figure?" he asked. She wasn't expecting that! Master was a smart guy.
"I, uh, I don't want to have sex with any of them!" she said.
"Well, yeah, but what makes that rape?" Really puzzled. It was infuriating.
"Sex with a woman that said 'no' is rape!"
"Oh, yeah, with a woman. But you're Little People. You’re MY Little People." He swept a spot clear on the table's surface. "I decide who gets to fuck and when. And, really, with who.
"I own you, I own all your holes. You don't get a vote."
He lowered her to the table again. "Who'd you pick?" he asked. It took her a moment to answer.
"Tom," she said. Something about that smile told her this was his idea... Or at least, a large part of it. She was going to fuck him to death if she could at all manage it.
Break a rib or something.
Then she heard tape tearing. Master pinned her to the table and dragged a strip of cellophane over. "No! It'll tear!"
"Too strong," Key said.
"I mean it'll tear ME!" She fought. Uselessly, but she couldn't help herself.
"This is first aid tape," Master said. "Dissolves in the right chemicals. No tearing, no rashes." He locked her left shin down. When he was done, she was spread wide, arms and legs.
Master left her and Tom to it, and picked four others by die rolls. They went into the cages while Tom just knelt and stroked her thighs.
She tried to relax. There was a little give, she'd managed to twist her legs before the tape hit. Maybe she could pinch him to impotency between her thighs.
"So soft and smooth," Tom was saying.
"This was your idea, wasn't it?" she asked. He shrugged. "Well. Well, come here, let's get this over with."
He moved between her legs, hands stroking, exploring her. She felt him prod inexpertly at her labia.
There wasn't a lot of foreplay in the cages. The girls masturbated in the afternoon, getting good and wet. Ready.
She wasn't anywhere close. But that was fine. Pain was weakness leaving the body. Discomfort was pain from an incompetent enemy.
She should have castrated the bastard the first time he'd followed her.
He lapped at her breasts, sloppy sounds and painful squeezes. She grit her teeth and he flinched away.   She didn't want that.
He spat on his hands and pushed it into her, getting her lubed. She relaxed and let him. Even threw in a gratuitous 'Oooh' as if in pleasure.
"That's it," Tom muttered.   He pushed his pants down and moved onto her. Into her. He slid in slowly, jerkily. She let him.
Over his shoulder, she saw Master looking down. Not salaciously, just monitoring his pets, making sure nobody got hurt...
She moved her insides, squeezing on Tom's cock. He yelped in surprise. "Beware of teeth," she said. Oh, if only...
He moved, faster and faster, a rope of drool hanging down to lace her breasts. She squeezed and smiled, another fake yip of pleasure.
He grunted, closed his eyes and came. High and hard, pushing into her as far as he could. She watched and waited.
And when he flopped down onto her, sated and spent, she bit his ear off.
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A week later, he opened the cage and let her out onto the floor. She was surprised that Master was going to let her hunt again. He saw the look on her face though she hadn't questioned it.
"Eh," he said. "You're too pragmatic to try to hike from here to civilization. You'll stick around. I'm the only real food for miles and miles." He reached out a fingertip to tousle her hair. "And those are giant miles."
And he let her out, like a man putting cats out to mouse the fields. She turned and ran off. And besides, he thought, you're not leaving until you've had your revenge.
She only brought back ten pods that day. Master smirked as one who has 'figured things out.'
"Betcha you're wrong," she said.
"What?"
"You think I'm hoarding? No, I was busy." She turned to smile at the other hunters. "I booby trapped every False Hope I found."
"Now, Sheila," Master said. "You can't hurt the others."
"Oh, but I won't," she said. "As long as they stay out of the plants I've claimed."
"How will they know what plants you've claimed?" he asked, reasonably enough.
"Well, if punji sticks DON'T burst up out of the dirt and spear through your leg, then it's not my plant."
"No fair!" Teb whined. "I don't want to be speared!"
"Then stay out of her plants," Master said.
"She's cheating!" Key shouted, hand covering the deep bite mark still purpling his shoulder.
Master shrugged. "There's no rule against it." He leaned down closer to the men on the table. "Just like there's no rule against hoarding, against keeping MY pods away FROM ME, in order to get to sleep with Sheila, here.
"Anyone want me to write more rules?"
"No," they all said quickly.
The next morning he watched Sheila fidget around the porch. All the other hunters watched her like hens around a fox.
She started running to the north. All the other hunters ran off to the south. A small smile flashed on his face. He turned to the caged women and opened them up.
He unzipped his fly as the rewards stripped off their clothes and stepped out onto the shelf.
"Why didn't you stop her?" Rose asked as he lifted her to the table. "The guys are going to forget to be afraid of her. Then they'll get hurt!"
"Well, you're supposed to keep your pets active and interested," he said. Daisy came to his hand and kissed his knuckle. "I can't wait to see what she comes up with next."
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Sheila took charge inside the Tank, ordering people to rooms by name. They looked around with apprehension, especially at the feral humans they could see.
She got them something to eat, then organized showers and new clothes. They followed her in single file to the lockers of coveralls. More Earthlings were paying attention, just outside of comfortable conversation range. Her charges glanced around like expecting an angry mob to storm them.
"Oh, don't worry about them," she assured her fellow former pets. She yanked at Tom's worn out tunic, tearing off the arm. "Be afraid of me. Just like at home."
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
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