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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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Sergeant Styles sat at the interview desk and watched Lessala add humans to the Tank.
Most of them moved towards food, showers and new clothing. One seemed to move without hesitation in the opposite direction.
Styles knew there were signs advising all humans to check in, but they also said there was no hurry. Get comfortable, first. Eat, drink, scrape a layer off in the rain locker. So she wondered why this woman was rushing so rapidly down the stairs.
As she clattered down the last flight of stairs, The Marine could see she wore the very bedraggled uniform of a sub-orbital transport spaceship captain. Some huge stitches indicated repairs done with a giant's needle and thread.
"Hello," Styles called as the woman rushed in. "I'm here to process you, to continue your-"
"Yeah, yeah," she replied, cutting off the introduction. She gestured towards the door Lessala was just walking out. "Those giants? Do they collect humans or just wait for people to bring them in?"
"They collect them," Styles said.
"My crew and passengers are somewhere outside of town. I don't know the roads, but I can describe the campgrounds nearby."
"Names?"
"The Handy Knots Scouting Reserve and-"
"No, no, no," Styles said, hands poised over her computer keyboard. "Names of your crew? And, well, your name, as long as we're here."
"I'm Cammie Taylor," she said. "My copilot was Lieutenant Tamara Yates, we had Flight Attendant Olivia Rawlings, and our passengers were-"
"The Coors Cleavage Team?" Styles read. "Yeah, they've all been processed. Went home... Oh. Six shuttles ago."
Captain Taylor visibly relaxed. She sagged, then dropped into the chair on the other side of the glass. "Are they all...?"
"Copilot, all nine of the CCTs, and Larry Halpern." She nodded. "I remember them."
"The Cleavers are hard to miss," Taylor said with a weary smile.
"Oh, yeah," she said, waving that aside. "The whole battalion made sure they were comfortable. No, I was remembering your crew. They were pretty insistent that someone go out and find you.
"Vertag figured out where you went missing and flashed his badge for a week."
"Flashed," Taylor said with a small laugh.
"Funny?" Styles asked.
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Well, it was one of those good news bad news kind of things. The whole time we were on the planet, really. I mean, we crashed, bad news, but we weren't caught.
We made radio contact with another ship. They couldn't help us but did give us the lowdown on the giants and told us to stop transmitting or we'd get caught.
There weren't any stores or houses around, but there was food to be found.
The scouts at the reserve were around a lot, but they marched through the forest instead of creeping so we always saw them coming.
There were a few campers that used the area, so we could raid their tent for supplies, but they always hid the food so bears wouldn't attack.
So there we were. Twelve women, some who only brought rather revealing team uniforms to wear, and one seventeen year old kid. Poor Larry. Boobs everywhere he looked, but everyone treated him like a kid brother.
Then there was the day we saw someone improving an old hunter's road up past the crash site. They were building something upstream from us.
We had no idea if it was good news or bad. I mean, a more permanent presence would mean easier scavenging, especially in the winter months.
But more people meant more chances we might get caught. Then we found out what they were building.
It was a naturist camp. The good news was that they were going to respect nature and nature's ways, so there wasn't going to be any major tree cutting that would reveal our ship.
But that also meant they weren't likely to leave food littered around the place.
And they were nudists, so there was a good chance boy scouts would be sneaking through the woods to spy on them.
We had no interest. Big naked floppy bits were more funny than enticing. At least, for most of us, it wouldn't be worth the risk of capture.
So, as Captain, I just put the whole area off limits and we went on with our lives.
Until one night, Larry didn't show up for dinner. He was usually first to the table, even for rat tart.
Nina Spencer, the team Captain, thought she'd seen him putting clothes in his backpack, about two hours earlier.
She hadn't told me because she just thought he was doing the laundry. Leslie Harrison, the team manager, thought it was odd that he'd be doing laundry on his 18th birthday.
Tamara and Olivia thought we should go searching for him, but didn't know where to start.
I knew. There was a natural hot spring just on this side of the naturist camp. We'd seen more than one hiking couple using that for... Well, recreational bathing, let's say.
I was pretty sure the good nudists at the naturist camp were going to find that just as enticing. And for the same reason, so would Larry. It was nearly sunset, so I grabbed a flashlight and some wooden spears and started off.
The pool is natural, but it has been improved by hikers over the years. The rocks they dragged out are in a big pile on the downhill side.
There were giants in the water as I got there, so I snuck up, using the rock pile as cover. They were getting kind of energetic and waves splashed through the pile now and then.
The water hitting me was warm, but once I was soaked, it cooled off quickly in the night air. I was going to hamstring that kid.
I got to where I could see the pool. There were three giants sporting in the light of a lantern. A blonde and a brunette woman and a bald guy.
He was sitting on the side farthest from me, immersed almost to his waist. The brunette straddled him, arching her back to shake the boobies in his face.
The blonde sat to one side, hands busy under the water. Larry has a thing for blondes, so I looked in the direction her boobs were pointing.
I saw the glint of water on some stalks of grass. And saw two of the glints blink. Larry. Right where the boobs said he'd be.
I pulled back from the edge of the pile and worked around to where he sat. Then it was the quietest, whispered dressing down I'd ever had the duty to deliver.
"Larry! Get your horny ass out of here! You're in danger, which puts me in danger and since I'm the one keeping the rest of you out of test tubes, you're putting everyone in danger!"
"I'm not in danger!" he whispered back. "They're not looking for me! I could do jumping jacks and they wouldn't notice!"
"This is not negotiable!" I hissed, pulling on his leg.
"I don't have to do what you say, Captain!" he replied. "I’m 18 now!"
So, of course, an unkind fate made his voice crack on the number eighteen. And the same bastard fate made that to be a moment just after bald guy came, so they stopped splashing and sighed and in that moment of silence, Larry was the loudest thing in the area of the water.
"Crap," I muttered. I pat his shoulder and he shrugged down into the grass just as the giants turned to look in our direction.
It was a practiced response. I used to run competitively. Almost made the Olympics in Montreal. Anyway, if we were seen by giants, I would always run and try to distract them from the others.
I took off, circling the lamp on the very edge of the light it gave off. Kept me visible as the giants turned to watch me, not Larry.
Well... I'm a track runner, not cross country. Those waves I mentioned? They slopped over onto that side of the pool, too. I ran headfirst into mud that was knee deep.
The ground failed under me and I plunged face first into the soft leaves of some plant I'd never seen before. They wrapped around me, kinda sticky, and I kept going through them and down into the mud.
Suddenly, instead of trying to escape, I was trying to breathe. I was actually grateful when fat fingers plunged down around me and lifted me up outta the goop.
The brunette peeled off the leaf, then cleaned the mud by shoving me into the water and moving her hand back and forth. I was gasping and sputtering as she lifted me up and handed me to Baldy.
"Well," he said cheerfully. "Zevvat's caught a little spy!"
The girls sat on either side of him as he regarded me in the light from over his shoulder.
I was still feeling dizzy from the shaking in the water, and my face was tingling. I wondered if the plant was some sort of poison ivy, but it wasn't hurting.
"A spy?" the blonde asked.
"A horny spy, Shekket," Zev said.
"I'm no perv," I said. Or I tried to. Whatever was in the plant was making my lips and throat swell. What came out was 'Ah no prrv!'
"Don't Little People usually talk normally, Beltan?" Shek asked. Baldy shrugged.
"Ah tok nowmawl!" I said.
"There, there, there," Bel said. His hand rose, in thought to pat me reassuringly. He pinched my jacket and ripped it off. See the stitching here? Zev sewed it back together for me. "Did you see the big naked giants have dirty, dirty sex?"
"Not that dirty," Zev said.
"Not yet, anyway," Shek laughed.
"Wannt washing!" I protested. "Lemmee gaw!"
"It's cute how they mimic real speech patterns," he said. I didn't see where my jacket had gone, but he reached back for my trousers. All too soon he had me naked on his palm.
"So, you saw US all naked and natural, and enjoying each other quite naturally, and you wanted to join us," he said.
"Naturally!" Zev added.
"Naw! Naw!" I cried. Then I looked over his shoulder and shouted, "HEP EE!"
They all turned to look. I turned and dove off his hand. I was swimming to the far side when he just lifted his two legs into the air.
The water rushing down between his calves and thighs washed me into his crotch. I ended up pinched between his cock and his balls.
The women bent down to put their faces one either side, urging me to 'enjoy myself.' I slapped Bel's prick as hard as I could. He squirmed a bit, but then pushed down on his cock with his hand. It crushed me into his wet thighs.
"OOooh," Shek cooed. The girls then pinched my hands and ankles between their fingers and splayed me out, a sacrifice on the altar of that cock.
He rubbed himself against me, pushing the head up to my lips and demanding a kiss. I refused, until he pinched my head between his own fingers and suffocated me with the tip.
I kissed it because I was starting to pass out. He congratulated me as a fast learner, then pushed himself all over me. Precome started to ooze out, or leftover come from his sex with the bimbo. He smeared that all over. Then the sluts took their turns licking me clean.
They repeated that two or three times, until he came on me. The splash wasn't that impressive, aside from the scale. I figured he'd already come a couple of times before I arrived, which kept me from drowning.
It was a slimy skin from my forehead to my belly, and I couldn't wipe it clean. The girls took care of that for me, though. One disgusting, intimate lick at a time.
"Who's next?" Bel asked as he sank down in the water. He took me from their hands and held me up over his belly.
I wiped my nose and tongue, trying to clear my airways. "Haw boud mah tuwn?" I asked.
"Pick a number between one and ten," he asked. The girls laughed and pushed their hands under the water. I couldn't see how many fingers they were pushing into his thighs. Like I cared which one got me next?
"Faw huntret an sissy tree!" I shouted.
"Three!" Shek squealed. She stood up and shifted around. When she was in the middle, Bel lowered me to her cleavage.
She pressed her boobs together, pinning me in place. I watched as the other two licked and sucked her boobs, all while staring at me.
"Make her wiggle," Shek commanded. Bel ordered me to wiggle. Zev reached up to stroke the soles of my feet with her fingernail. I'm not ticklish and it felt like a hubcap anyway.
"I got it!" Bel said. He had Shek cup her breasts up higher, then lifted handfuls of water to pour them over my head. I kicked and pushed, opening a channel along my body to act as a drain.
Shek thought that was a wonderful trick. They did it three or four times. Then she picked me up and sucked my legs up into her mouth. I lay there, shoulder blades across her lips, while she sucked on me, with the other two fingering, licking and sucking her off.
I was half convinced she was going to swallow me when she came. "Naw! Naw! Lemmee gaw, yah bistedds!"
I did manage one good kick on the back of her throat. She gagged, but blondie's gagging sounds are similar to her orgasm sounds. The other two didn’t look up and she spit me halfway across the pool.
I should have swum for freedom, but I was having a hard time breathing. I got to the surface, gasping, and there was Zev's round, enormous ass, dripping and shiny, over my head.
It was stunning, really. I mean, really! I've never once been...interested, you know? And after a year with Cleavage team, I had plenty of...opportunity? To explore?
So I wasn't interested, not really. But... Man, even I had to admit, that was one fiiiiiine ass.
Then I finally turned and swam for the far shore. Shek was still making the gagging, coming sounds so they went along merrily. I got as far as the rock pile when she finally managed to say, "The Earther's getting away!"
They turned and searched for me. And I just sat there. I was wiped out. Damn near unconscious. I couldn’t breathe, I could hardly stand...
Zev found me, wading over on her hands and knees. I couldn't help noticing her nipples trailing through the water, raising a wake.
She cupped her hands and moved them in on me from either side. "Pweez," I begged. "Can ah haffa nap?"
"Aw, poor little thing," she cooed. Then giggled. "Poor little Little Person." She cupped me to a breast, my face next to her nipple.
"There you go, little girl. Mama's going to take good care of you. Okay?"
I opened my mouth to say thanks. The lips slid over her nipple and she hissed in pleasure. "That's good, baby. Oooh, so good."
I don't remember much more of that night. I got passed around between the three of them when they returned to the City.
When they heard about the Exchange, Zev wanted to keep me, her little pet darling person. Lucky for me, the other two had her outvoted.
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So the others got back?" she asked. "That's great."
"Yeah," Styles agreed. "Your crew was really worried about you. And the passengers, too. They all begged Vertag to track you down."
Taylor shrugged. "That's fine. He'd have had to come up there during the same time they went camping. Well, I'm here, no harm done.
"I'm safe, my crew is home, my passengers are away from this fucked up planet. I could even forgive Larry, now, for getting me captured."
She stood, running her fingers over the giant stitching. "There're clothes upstairs?"
"On every level," Styles assured her. She glanced at a note on the computer screen. Someone from Security had googled Taylor. "Um..."
The Captain turned around in the doorway. "Yes?"
"Were you, uh... Were you aware that Larry still had batteries for his camera that night?"
Taylor's eyes widened, then closed to slits. "Ah keel dat futzer," she growled.
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