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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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Janet stepped from the elevator to find a helpless SID agent facing an implacable foe.
There was a stand on his desk that he had Earthings pose on for the security picture. It was a critical step to delivering them to the Tank, and the Exchange program.
He was aware that the humans were being tossed around by a bureaucracy they didn't understand, for reasons they didn't trust, by giants they feared. Sensitive to their emotional trauma, he was very careful to explain the picture, and not to force anything.
His hands hovered, impotent, over today's subject. Janet saw a blonde head of hair at the end of a quivering form. A very petite form, if she was a judge. Was this a child?
But then, everyone looked petite next to Vertag. She stepped forward, standing next to the SOG. The Marine on watch was standing very stiffly. She suspected it helped him keep his face straight.
The giant, the big evil secret policeman and scourge of feral humans and giant rebels was begging. "Please, please, please, little woman, stand up on the pedestal. One picture, really fast. No flash, I swear. Then you can have food, and clean clothes and a shower...."
"Nyet," a voice sobbed.
"Janet, help," Vertag said. "I think she's trying to say your name."
"She's Russian," Janet said.
"Yeah, rushing through your name. Janet, j'nit, jnt, jinit, jinyet...." He spoke faster and faster.
"No, Vertag, she's saying no, over and over in a language you don't hear much. The wormhole's only rarely over the..."   Janet pinched the top of her nose. "What do you want, Vertag?"
"Do you...speak Russian?" he asked. "Look, I just want one picture and she won't show her face. If she's worried about her clothes, I'll wrap her in..." He flinched. Janet carefully calmed her face as he corrected himself. "I'll let HER wrap herself in a handkerchief. But I need to get the picture."
"She seems traumatized," Janet said. "Can we just take her through to our custody?"
"SID doesn't recognize emotional trauma as life threatening," he said with a sad shake of his head. "Or else I'd just yell at every human and shift 'em on through when they peed their pants."
"Well, if you could lean back, maybe I could help," she offered. In her earpiece, Perez was talking.
"We found a translator, you want him to come up there?"
"No," she said softly. Technically, it was a treaty violation for her to be close enough to an Exchanged human to touch. Vertag was desperate, though, and about to allow it.
A new face would probably cause him to rethink that.
She spread her arms to her sides and tried to look unthreatening. The woman barely glanced at her. It was a woman, she saw, just a very small one. She was naked, shivering even in the warm office. Janet knelt and offered a hug.
"Let her sniff your hand, show her you're friendly," Vertag suggested.
"You can shut the fuck up!" she snapped. "Back off!"
"Yes, ma'am," the giant said, chastened. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the SOG biting into his lower lip.
She had a spare earplug in her hand, the one she put under the woman's shoulders. She lifted the poor thing to an awkward embrace. The woman was limp. Using her own shoulder to hide her hand from Vertag, she showed the woman the earpiece.
A tiny, tinny voice called out a Russian greeting. She knew there was someone in the Security Tent watching the two of them on the surveillance camera.
The woman focused on the earpiece, then nodded. Janet slipped it in. She heard Perez say, "He's telling her she'll be alright."
Then the woman started talking. The translator kept up a running commentary in Janet's ear.
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Tovatt waited for a few minutes after his wife drove off for her weekly art class. Sometimes she came back for a pencil set or her kneaded eraser.
When he was sure she was gone, he went down to the basement. There was a false wall behind the boiler. He'd planned on using it to hide things from SID, but never gotten around to telling his wife about it.
Then...he found something to hide there, to hide from everyone. He pushed in the exact spot to open the panel and tapped.
The Earther didn't show up. She didn't speak much of the language, but she had been taught. She knew not to keep him waiting.
After a few moments, he grew impatient and frustrated. He opened the false wall entirely and looked in her cage.
She wasn't there.
She hadn't escaped. There was something...different. A cardboard cutout of a man's figure lay on the bed in the little cage. He knew it was a man because of the little tab of a penis, sticking straight up.
A familiar hand had written a message on the clean white figure. "Go to bed, Tovatt. Straight to bed."
He swallowed. With one last look at the figure, he went upstairs.
Clothes went onto the night horse and he lay back in his underwear. He assumed the cutout's position, with the exception of the erection. Was he in trouble or...?
Suddenly all the lights on the upper floor went out. Something on the stairs... someone on the stairs cast a shadow up them. He lifted his head to see.
Evonna stepped into view. She was dressed in lingerie. He couldn't get a clear picture by the available light, but it looked like a lot of lace and form fitting fabric of some sort.
She wordlessly drifted into the bedroom. "Honey, I can explain about the Earther-" he started to say.
Evo raised one finger to her lips. He silenced obediently. She held up a cardboard cutout, the one from the cage or a duplicate.
He nodded. She pointed. "Oh, I, uh..." She silenced him with a gesture. He reached down to stimulate himself as she commanded. It wasn't difficult. She stood there staring at him.
It wasn't as humiliating as he'd have thought. She stared, but it didn't seem judgmental. Rather, from four feet away, she seemed to be participating, somehow. In moments he was almost painfully hard.
She smiled and shook the figure. He lay back and positioned his arms as displayed.
Evo drifted over the bed and over his legs, kneeling between them. She took him in hand and started stroking. Her fingers flexed, exploring and teasing all at once.
It was different. She had almost never just played with him. He grabbed a pillow to prop up his head, then lay there and watched.
She started to stroke him harder, to pump his cock towards her face. Then she lowered her lips to kiss, to suck, but only at the time. That heightened the sensation of the hand job.
He wanted to ask where she'd learned to do a cheater's blowjob. But maybe he didn't want to know...? Well, she was pretty smart, he knew. She may have just happened on it.
And much as he usually enjoyed her deep, deep swallows, her current action was driving him out of his mind. He grunted, and twisted. She moved her other hand to squeeze and tease his balls.
"I'm about..." She silenced him with a hiss, then went back to the tip. She worked him with lips, tongue, teeth and... And what? Something else was stroking his cock. Was that her tongue? He couldn’t tell, and it was getting hard to think.
He reached his hands towards her head, to stroke her hair. She froze, nothing moving. Tov whimpered and lay back down.
Her spit dripped down from her mouth, sliding between her fingers, spreading down across his belly, thighs, balls.
"Urgh!" he said, the only warning she got. She didn't flinch away. He thought she might be mad at him when he came in her mouth, but she had stressed silence.
To his surprise, she continued sucking at him as he came. Slurping and hissing, she continued to work him. He shot and shot and she took it all...   He noticed she didn't swallow, but she never did so he didn't think about it.
Then he was finished, softening, and she released him. He watched her crawl up a bit, then opened her mouth.
The Earthling spilled out, sodden with sperm and spit. She landed with a splat beside his belly button.
He reached for the headlamp and turned it on. The little alien writhed in the fluids, spitting and gasping to breathe. His wife watched with a wry smile.
"That's why you didn't take me all the way!" he realized. She nodded.
"There wasn't a lot of room for your manly manhood," she cooed.
"Oh, my love!" he sighed. He rose up and they kissed. The fact that her breasts would be squeezing against his toy...their toy, that took the kiss up a whole level in thrill.
"So, what else can she do?" Evo asked.
He snapped his fingers.   They parted so each could watch the Little Person. She tried to stand, but kept slipping. In the end, she slithered over to his cock, pulling herself slowly over his hairs to cuddle his balls with her entire body.
After wrestling them for a while, she settled her ass in place and sat like in a saddle. Then she licked at him, bringing his cock back to life and to full hardness.
Evo watched and made encouraging noises. Encouraging her husband's excitement, not the Earther's efforts. Fear of being taken into a giant mouth, or some other orifice, worked well enough to motivate her.
She licked and squeezed, stroked and hugged, nibbled and sucked as well as she could.
"You know what I want?" Evo finally asked.
"Oh, darling, whatever you want," he said.
"I want her inside me."
"Let me watch," he breathed.
"Oh, better than that," she replied. "I want.... I want you BOTH."
The little toy wouldn't cooperate, so they ended up tying her arms around his cock. He held fingers at her ass, holding her close to him, as Evo lowered herself over the pair.
There was a squeal of dismay, wetly cut off. Then Evo started to squeal.
They moved together, slowly, gently, then with greater vigor. Just before he came yet again, she ground herself down, pressing him into the bed.
And looked in his eyes. And asked a slow question while she writhed. Two women squeezed him and his eyes crossed.
"Darling?" she asked.
"Anything," he replied.
"The amount they're offering for turning the humans in?"
"Yes, dear....?"
"That would make a down payment on a new car for me."
"Of course," he promised. "Once we're through with her...."
"Once we're through with her," Evo agreed. She rose and bounced, finishing him off in moments. Then she lifted up and off and untied the little asset.
A splash of water revived her and they left her in the bathtub while they cuddled.
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Janet listened in horror to the translation, then stood. "Her name is Lenya. She says she'll stand for your picture," she told the giant. "Then... Then I think she needs about six showers."
"Okay," he said affably. There was a quick snapshot, then he carried the refugee off.
Lessala stepped into the office's doorway and looked down at the liaison. Janet took a moment to compose herself, then turned to look at the secretary. "I think there was a meeting scheduled for..."
"We can't make it," Lessala said. "Something came up."
"What?" Janet looked around the office. The phone hadn't rung, mail hadn't been delivered... "What came up?" she asked. "When?"
Lessala smiled. "Your translator's not a communications officer, is he?"
"My who?" Janet said.
Lessala tapped her ear. "He broadcast the translation to both of us." She smiled. It wasn't her friendly smile, but the one that made Janet very, very glad the woman wasn't an enemy. "We're going to be busy... For a bit."
Vertag came back through the security door and closed it. He grabbed his jacket and made sure his gun was in the holster. "Ready?" he asked Lessala.
"Yes," she said. In moments they were out the door. Janet found herself mirroring Lessala's smile.
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