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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, based on Gullivers Travels by Jonathan Swift. Any resemblance to person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.

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He wrote for a while. Twyla watched from near his wrist. She really did enjoy his creative process, especially being part of it. Ideas would bounce between them, as did jokes and observations and fond memories.
Toby also used Twyla to validate his sex scenes. Or he tried to. "How would that feel?"
"I have no idea," she replied. "I've never been in a position anything remotely like that."
"Oh."
"Well, I've been in some substantially active foreplay, but in the end, most of my masters just wanted to lay back and have it done to them."
"Really?"
"Yeah. There were performers that were more acrobatic. But that's professionals working with professionals." She shrugged and stood up from the keyboard. "So, you wanna practice the tying and necklace scene?"
"Um..." He paused. "If you don't mind."
"Not at all," she said, shucking her clothes off in a few efficientl moves. He glanced away.
"You don't need to strip," he said.
"Well, your character certainly isn't wearing a dress, right?" She kicked his wrist. "So? Pluck me from the terrarium!"
He carried her gently in his hand as he collected a towel and some dental floss. Then he lay her gently down on the towel. She relaxed as his fingers moved back and forth over her nude back.
He was imagining how giant woman would pin her victim. Then he made some simple loops on lengths of floss and tied her up.
She offered opinions on the comfort of each strap, and the effectiveness in pinning her down. Part of her foreplay experience included bondage, as they called it here.
Back home on Lilliput it was Restraint And Resistance. The first time Toby had declared a need for 'some R&R,' she'd stripped naked and crossed her wrists behind her back. He'd carefully explained the difference. Double scramble.
For now, the overpowering sense of him flooded her brain. He could grip her one handed and have more control over her than the Marchess ever did with straps and a muzzle.
When Toby finally announced that he had a clear image in his mind, he reached down to unstrap her. She rolled over on to her back and smiled up at him.
"And here I lay, completely at your mercy," she said, trying to sound enticing. "In whatever peril you think to force upon me."
"I know," Toby said with a smile. "I'll have you untied in a jiffy." He reached down again. She rolled over, away from his hand.
"No, no, no! Let me face the peril!" He laughed. He always laughed at The Grail.
"It won't work, Twyla," he said. "I like you too much to hurt you."
"I'm not talking about HURT," she snapped. "I'm talking about sex!" She instantly regretted her tone. He really was a nice guy and she really did like him. He just couldn't give her what she wanted from him. No reason to be mad at the poor guy.
"I know," he said simply. "But we can never have sex. Not without hurting you."
"What?" she cried. "What gives you that stupid idea?"
"The, uh, the definition of sex?" he said slowly.
"Which is?"
"Um. Well. The, uh."
"Oh, god, Toby, I just watched you write a threesome. Spit it out! You can't offend me." She waved her wrist with the tattoo band of a professional. "Remember what I do?"
"Well, penetration. I mean, that's the crux, isn't it?" He gestured towards his laptop. "For giantess scenes, penetration is pretty straightforward. Just take a deep breath and keep your legs stiff."
He pointed a finger in the general direction of her belly. "But I could never get in there without, you know, serious harm."
"That's 'sex' for you?" she asked, incredulous. "Lilliputian philosophers have identified the bodily organ most important for sexual congress. Know what that is?"
"I know what the obvious answers are," he said. "So it's probably a trick question. Skin?"
"BRAIN!" she shouted. "The hypothetical organ alleged to reside behind your eyeballs!" She turned her back and stomped across the table.
"Twyla, don't go anywhere," he implored. "I'm just explaining why we can't have sex. I'm not rejecting you, I'm rejecting the situation."
"Toby," she sighed. "I'm a scholar of the situation. I've gotten men off from across the room. The dangle under your belly button is the least of it."
"No, that's the point, no pun intended."
"For procreation, maybe." She turned to face him and slowly licked her fingertips. He stared as she lightly touched the very tips of two fingers to her two nipples. Her voice took a lecturing tone.
"Human and Lilliputian plumbing is very straightforward for that purpose." She wished she had eyeglasses. A good naughty-librarian or naught-professor might come in handy right now.
"The seed, conveyed to the egg, through the most efficient means and the most direct path." One hand dropped to cup her left breast. She licked the other fingertip again and ran it in circles around her nipple.
"But the drive for sex finds satisfaction in a number of ways. Not just penetration." She slowly turned sideways, showing him the profile of her stiffening nipple, the areola squeezing and wrinkling.
"Some people are obsessed with direct genital contact." He gasped right then, somewhere above her head. "They consider all other routes to pleasure as 'foreplay.' Something to get out of the way before the nitty and, no less important, the gritty.
"But they fail to consider WHY our bodies have so many erogenous zones." She continued to turn until she faced away from the human. Her hand movements became more exaggerated, though she did little besides excite both nipples.
Still, he'd see the movement and his brain would work, taking liberties with the action and filling in the blanks to his personal tastes.
"I imagine," she said, "that you've considered having women touch your penis with their hands? That's not procreative penetration. Or their lips." She slowed down and lowered her voice. He leaned close to hear her better. "Tongue... cheek... the top of their....throat..."
A humid column of air coursed over her body, raising a layer of sweat from her pores. She twisted her head and cocked her hip.
"Or even... maybe... rubbing your long... hard... cock... against... her..." She didn't finish. He'd do that for her. She just moaned, ending in a whimper.
"Twyla," he said in a coarse voice. "It's not just that. I'm so much stronger than you! I'd... I'd hurt you!"
She turned around, lifting both of her boobs towards him. "Maybe. Maybe not." She looked down at her full breasts, nipple pointed at his eyes. "Could I get a little kiss, then? Just to know you find me attractive. To know you care?"
"Of course," he said. He lowered his face and puckered his lips. She stepped against them and rubbed her breasts along his mouth.
"Can you feel them?"
"Mmm hmm."
"The nipples, can you tell where they are, Toby? Can you see how," she moaned, "how haaaaaaaaard they've gotten?"
"Mmmmmm," he hummed. The vibration shook her boobs, tickling her.
"Don't you want to suck on them, Master?" He opened his mouth and took her boobs in. She let go and reached out to hug his cheeks. "Oh, MASTER!"
Then she pushed against his upper lip, popping herself free and staggering back a few steps.
Back in her librarian voice, she said, "See, that's the sort of thing we COULD be doing, if you weren't such a giantess fetishist." She turned to walk away. "But far be it from me to try to seduce you to the more cerebral side of size gap-EEEEEP!"
She squealed as he grabbed her and held her round butt to his lips. She saw the hallway pass by in a blur as he sucked and licked, wetting her ass and thighs with lips and tongue.
All while carrying her to his bedroom. About egg-scrambled time, she thought. Then his tongue pushed between her not terribly resistant thighs and licked her pussy. She stopped thinking of victory and concentrated on sensual pleasures. For quite a while.
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Eventually he lowered her to his pillow and hurried to undress. "Okay," he said, "we're going to need some ground rules established for-"
He glanced back at the pillow and Twyla was gone. "Twyla?" He dropped his shirt and reached for the pillow. Was she under it, he wondered.
"OI!" He flinched. Twyla stood on his headboard, yelling through a bullhorn. It looked to be part of the airship's original equipage and he wondered when she'd hidden it in the bedroom. In his bed....
"Lay down and no one gets hurt!" she commanded.
"Yes, effendi," he said with a smile. He kicked off his underwear and lay down on his back. There was a soft pat on the pillow and he felt her walk to his ear.
"Now listen up, Toby," she said gently. "I'm tougher than you think, and far more experienced than you'll ever understand. I'm in charge, and the sooner you understand it, the happier you're going to be in the end."
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
"Good, good," she cooed, stroking his cheek. She gave a little hop and shoved her hand in between his lips. He felt like a gaffed fish as she swung up onto his chin. She stood, balanced precariously.
"Don't talk," she ordered. "My footing isn't that good."
"Muh-uh," he muttered. She smiled slightly at his obedience. And at his crossed eyes.
She stepped forward and crouched on his nose. "Toby, you're my favorite human in the whole world." She rocked back and forth, establishing a rhythm between her voice and the gentle sway of her breasts. And his eyes.
"I'm going to make you so, so very happy, human. You're going to come because of my breasts. Because of my ass. Because..." She ground her pussy against his nose, moaning slightly. "And you'll come when I order you to, understand?"
"Mmm-hmmm."
"That's good. And eventually, when we've milked every single drop of sperm out of your balls, I may, that's may, let you relax."
She twisted around on his nose, facing his chin and his distant cock. Her crotch quivered slightly in his sight.
"Touch your penis, Toby," she said softly. His hand flung itself up and grasped himself in a tight fist.
"GENTLY!" she said, sliding her pubic bulge gently down his nose to demonstrate. "Two fingers. Now stroke. Follow my pace."
Slowly and gently she moved, just bringing her breasts to touch against his nose, then up again. Her eyes were on her client. Every time he moved too fast for her taste, she stopped moving at all.
He whined and slowed. When she finally had him broken to the whip, she lifted one hand to stroke his lips. "Open." He did, gently sliding his tongue up to lick at her hand. She wiped it back and forth, collecting quite a bit of saliva.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked. His reply was a high-pitched whimper. She smiled, an expression he couldn't see, and reached between her legs.
He had to watch as she slicked her inner thighs, her lips, spreading them and fingering herself. And still driving him at that agonizingly slow pace.
Then she grabbed herself, slipping a finger deep inside. She pumped, faster and faster. He took that as permission to pound himself at that speed.
She felt eyelashes flutter against her shins as his eyes flickered, then shut. His back arched and he beat himself furiously. She ground her breasts against his lips and moaned. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and shoved them against his still-raised tongue. He sucked her arm in up to the elbow.
"Come for me, human," she shouted. He did, sperm shooting up to land on his belly and chest.
She sank down on his face as he finally dropped, panting and spent.
"Okay," she said softly. "And with that out of the way, we can take our time...."
Twyla sat on Toby's chin and pried his lips apart. His warm, humid breath coursed over her as he panted. "Tongue," she commanded, then swept her hand over the surface.
He stared as she then smeared her breasts with his saliva. "Can I help with that?" he asked, careful not to move his jaw.
"That might work," she allowed. She raised her arms and he lifted her, a finger under each armpit.
He rolled slightly to the side and licked her belly, breasts, thighs. She kicked a bit as he started to turn her. "Not the sides, not the back. Just the front. That's fine. More."
The human diligently and cooperatively laved her with his tongue until she positively dripped. She had him restore her to his chin and lay back.
She winked, then slipped over his chin and slithered over his chest. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the sensations.
Her body was hot and smooth as she crossed his ribs towards one nipple. She licked it, squeezed it between her hands, dragged her breasts over it and finally pinched it between her thighs.
His nipple became rock hard under her attentions. The other responded in anticipation and his cock even began to stir.
When she moved on, the spit cooled, driving him that much more insane.
"Twyla," he murmured.
She twisted the bullhorn from where it was slung on her back. "Quiet, human. You are MINE to TOY with! And I didn't pull your string!" She glanced down towards his crotch. "Yet." There was a brief surge in his cock and it flexed as she spoke. She smiled again.
When both his nipples could punch through plywood, she went further down his belly. She crawled through the drops of sperm, replenishing her lubrication. He realized exactly what she was doing and found it exciting.
His characters were always watching their spunk disappear in one sweep of a tongue, hardly noticed or even not noticed at all.
Twyla was finding handfuls of his come, and putting it to use. "I may have to switch teams," he whispered.
"SILENCE!"
Then she was at his crotch, stroking her hands through his hair, reveling in the smell of his sweat. The dick loomed overhead, half-risen, half recovered.
"Well, that's not enough," she said. She slithered closer, nested in his pubic hair, curling around to find the spot where the cock met the balls. She kissed him, as close to the base as she could find.
After one story, Toby had explained the concept of a 'French kiss' to her. Humans were so childish in the arts of sex.
She used her teeth to make a bulge in his skin, worrying it with tongue and lips, wetting it with a sloppy kiss, then working air across it to evaporate the fluid. Just as the area dried, she licked again, then blew.
He yipped and bucked, for sensation covering no more area than one of his freckles. She smiled and moved one finger's breadth further up.
And did it again.
Toby was soon firm again, then throbbing. Twyla pushed the rising cock towards his head, laying across it and working her way up.
Under her feet, his testicles became firm and tight. When he came, she felt the surge pushing up under her belly and chest.
Her weight constricted the flow, plus he wasn't pumping his cock, so this issue of come didn't get flung all to shell and back.
When the last drop bubbled clear, she swung off and swept all his juices up, wiping them on her crotch and thighs. Then she went back to his softening dick.
Straddling the base, she used her legs and pussy to squeeze unexpressed sperm along. Pushing it ahead of her, watching drips dribble out of the end.
When she reached the end, she was confident that she had, as promised, milked him dry. At least anything that wasn't still in his balls.
She cupped handfuls of come and smeared them on the head of his cock, smoothing it all over the end.
"Ow," Toby protested, writhing under her manipulation of his sensitive cock.
"Shhhh!" she hissed. He subsided. She was gentle but diligent. His whole helmet was shiny. She carefully avoided even touching him with her fingernails. Instead, she stroked the ridge with the balls of her thumbs.
"Twyla," he gasped.
"Quiet, Toby," she said softly. No loud noises, no sudden shocks. "Just concentrate on what I'm doing to you." She moved her thumbs in big, slow whorls. "Do you feel my thumbs, Toby?"
"Uh huh..."
"Touching you? Smearing your own come aaaaaaaaaall ooooooooooover your coooooooock." He whimpered like a puppy, hands clenching the sheet in fists. "Yeah, good boy," she said.
His cock firmed, but didn't really harden. She still rubbed and rubbed until there wasn't anything left to slick his head with.
"Aw," she said in a baby-doll voice. "Awl da sticky man-juice dwy up."
"Sorry," he said. There was another surge, throbbing between her thighs.
"Oh, don't be," she said. "I've pushed you toooooo haaaaaaard." She dismounted and walked up his chest. "Lift your head," she whispered. He complied, folding his pillow quickly behind him. She kept walking, closer and closer.
"You like me, don't you Toby?" she asked. She paused on his sternum and cocked a hip. He whimpered again. She slipped the bullhorn off her shoulder and held it. "Here, take this. I don't think I'll need it, will I?"
"No, ma'am," he said. He pinched the strap and placed it on the headboard. When he glanced back down, she was closer to his chin, rubbing her nipples.
"I know you want to lick these, Toby," she said. "But you're so afraid of hurting me. You might bite them off, right?"
"Oh, Lord, no!" he promised.
"Are you suuuuuuuuuuure?"
"Certain," he said.
"Can I trust you?"
The human took a deep breath. Then he adopted a British accent. "Oh, let me have just a little bit of peril?"
She smiled and stepped forward, placing her breast on his lips. He gently licked and sucked. She moaned happily. When he started to finger her ass, she squealed.
"Did you ask permission to touch me!?!"
"No," he said, then went back to loving her.
"Oh. Well, just this once, then," she moaned.
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Twyla worked her way back and forth, engaging her lover at both ends. He came while watching her, while touching her, while she rode him and while she crouched by his head, out of his sight while she whispered in his ear, describing what she was doing to herself.
She noted that it was convenient that she'd spent so much time helping him write smut. Gulliver hadn't exactly provided English words for everything she wanted to describe.
Finally, she sat cross legged on his belly, licking and sucking at the end of his cock. A very few dregs of come leaked out.
"Stop," he said wearily. "I'm done for, I'm dry, and I'm starting to chafe."
She twisted around and looked at him. "Do you take me seriously as a lover, now?"
"God, yes," he moaned.
"Good," she said with a nod. She stood and walked to his hip, jumping to the bed and walking towards the edge. "Then tomorrow is my turn."
"Your... For what?" he asked.
She paused, hand on one hip. "So YOU can take ME to the place where physical and emotional love meet, with resounding effects on our mutual soul."
"What? Didn't you...?" He gestured towards his groin. She shook her head.
"Lilliputian women require a lot of attention to achieve satisfaction," she said. "But don't worry." She waved at his groin, too. "At least you don't have to run to get from one erogenous zone to the next."
"Oh, Twyla! I'm so sorry! I thought we... I was sure you..." He rolled over on his side and reached for her.
"Oh, no. I don't want you NOW," she said. "You're all washed up. Shower, sleep... Eat a lot of leafy greens." She smiled, showing teeth, a predator's expression. "Lots of leafy greens. You'll need them."
Then she stepped over the edge of the bed and was gone. She snagged the sheet as she went by, bringing herself to a stop just above the floor.
In two steps she was out of his sight and his reach. Then she started limping. She kept her legs wide, trying to reduce chafing against her sensitive flesh.
She had come during the afternoon. Once so hard she had an out-of-body experience. But Toby's eyes had rolled up into the top of his head at the time, so he didn't see her floating above him, or see the writhing, moaning body down by his balls.
The Little Ender made a promise to herself to seek forgiveness for the little white lie at the end of the sex. But he hadn't actually asked about her satisfaction, so she figured he deserved a mental dope-slap.
And he'd ignored the possibilities of the beautiful woman living in his house. So he deserved even more punishment. The Maker would understand and approve, she was certain.
Now she just wanted to get to the little dollhouse in the corner and take a long, slow, deep bath.
And he still underestimated her. He thought a professional would not take responsibility for her own orgasm? She reached the other side of his bed.
Forcing herself to walk normally, she strode quickly to her residence and went inside. Then she leaned against the back of the door, willing the bathtub to come down and take her upstairs.
It didn't but it was a nice thought. When she was ready, she limped up stairs and cracked the valve on the hot water hose.
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