Making a Deal

Myo

Consciousness returned to Myo slowly. He stayed on that knife’s edge between sleep and wakefulness for some time, not feeling much of anything beyond a general warmth, as if he were mummified in an amazingly soft blanket. He didn’t feel any of his aches or pains, and though he hadn’t eaten in hours, he didn’t even feel the hunger that followed him through most of his life.

And then he felt the giant fingers run through his hair. It all came back to him in that instant; the beatings, the cage… the giantess.

He opened his eyes to find her staring right at him. She continued to stroke his hair idly, the corner of her lips curled into a sly smile. He instinctively tried to scramble back from her, but found he couldn’t move his limbs. She was holding him very tightly. He looked up at her again, and she was still smiling. Then his eyes lowered, and he realized that she wasn't holding him in her other hand.

She’s trapped me in her cleavage!?

Myo knew he should still be scared, terrified, even. Yet his heart wasn’t racing as it had before, and the sensation of her skin against his nakedness was just as arousing as it was frightening. Myo could feel his prick hardening against his will, pressing into the soft flesh of her breasts. The giantess’s gaze wasn’t helping, and he found himself noticing more and more about her appearance that he had missed in the terror of their meeting.

Thick black hair cascaded down her shoulders, tangled in places around stray stalks of hay. Her lips were plush and such a dark purple that neared on black. Her nose was thin, somewhat long, but not unattractive. Her eyebrows were long and dark, framing strikingly large eyes. Myo couldn't tell what color they were in this darkness, but her gaze held him still, and he couldn't look away.

He had to admit to himself that, despite her frightening size, she really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“Feeling better now? Are you comfortable?” she asked, a hint of mischief in her voice, as if she hadn’t nearly scared the life out of him earlier.

Lost for words, Myo simply nodded.

“I thought so.” She withdrew her hand, but not her smile. Her voice had none of the volume and menace she’d used earlier to frighten him. She sounded much softer now, more feminine, though the sheer size of her rendered her voice much deeper than that of any woman he’d ever heard. “Have you a name, little one?”

He nodded again before realizing that was not a satisfactory answer. “Myo.”

“Myo. Cute. I’d say it suits you; a little name for a little man. My name is Surabi. I’m sorry for scaring you earlier, captivity does not agree with me, and it’s put me into a rather foul mood. You can understand that, can’t you, Myo?” She plunged a hand into her vast cleavage and pulled out a strip of leather, dangling it in front of him as if she were waiting for his response.

After a moment he realized she was holding his **** collar.

She reached one massive hand towards Myo, and he couldn’t help but flinch. But instead of striking him, she placed one finger under his chin and gently, yet firmly, tilted his head up to meet her gaze. “There’s no need to be frightened of me, not anymore. I won’t hurt you, little Myo.” She stroked the underside of his chin with one massive finger, as one might do with a pet. “Quite the opposite, actually. I want to help you.”

Myo was automatically suspicious of that, no one ever wanted to help him. “Why? Why would you want to help me?” he asked.

“Why would you want to help me, Surabi?” she corrected him with a smirk.

“Why would you want to help me, Surabi?” he repeated, lacking the will to resist her games.

Surabi regarded him for a few moments with a pensive look on her face, as though she were carefully deciding how to phrase her answer, or perhaps how much honesty to answer with.

“What do you see when you look at me, Myo?” she asked, resting her shackled hands on the vast shelf of tit-flesh behind him.

Myo wasn’t sure what kind of answer she was expecting from him, but, in his position, the very last thing he wanted to do was upset her. “I, uhh, I see a, um, a very beautiful woman.” he answered, lamely, like a frightened diplomat.

Surabi smiled at that and shook a matted lock of hair behind her head, seemingly enjoying the flattery. “You see a giant, yes? A huge scary, beautiful giant that you’re still afraid will eat you if you answer incorrectly.”

She was right, but Myo felt he had to deny that anyway. Yet before he could say anything in his defense, Surabi simply held one manacled palm up for him to stay silent, and he obeyed.

“Be not afraid, Myo, but please, do not interrupt. You must understand, to you I am a giant, but to me, it is your people who are all very small. I am not some monster from your stories, come down from the mountains to eat your crops and livestock. I am a prisoner, like you, captured by these vile savages somewhere along the eastern coast of this continent.” Her jaw clenched in anger, perhaps reliving the indignities of her capture.

He never could have imagined someone as big and strong as her being treated like this, like property. And yet, here she was, shackled, and locked away. Myo felt a pang of sympathy, but would not risk interrupting and potentially drawing her ire.

After a few moments she collected herself, took a deep breath, and continued, “My people are the Wendal. We are much like your kind, but different in certain ways. Amongst my countrywomen I was merely a head taller than average. You would have been an especially small specimen of male, less than half the average height.”

Myo could hardly believe his ears. An entire country of giant women?! Are they all as busty as her? But he wasn’t nearly bold enough to ask such a question, so he just kept on listening.

“Our lands lie far to the south, across the great Tethys Ocean.” Surabi lifted her arm as if she meant to gesture towards the south, but dropped it quickly with a sigh, having no way to tell where south was from this dark cage. “In my home, I held a greatly respected position in the Queendom of Khutulu. For this, I was chosen to join in a diplomatic expedition to this continent. From what I have learned of your tongue from our scholars, you have words for those who make potions—alchemist, apothecary—and words for healers, like a doctor. Yes? Yet, as far as I’m aware, there is no single word in your language for my station, that of the Mammun. A Mammun is a healer, and yet so much more than that. She must be expert in the workings of living things, both animal and plant, as well as the substances that animate us. That is chemistry. Do you understand?”

Myo took a moment, then nodded. He did not fully understand what she meant about living things and substances, but he was fascinated nonetheless by all this talk of giant women, somewhat less giant men, and unknown lands on the other side of the world. He was **** to hear more.

“Good.” Surabi continued, “Well, after you fell **** and I could see that you were no threat to me, I did what any healer would do,” she reached into her cleavage and gently pulled the rest of his body out into the open air, deposited him atop her breasts and smiled, “I healed you.”

Removed from her warmth, the rush of cold air caused Myo to reflexively cover his privates with his hands. But he forgot all about modesty once he saw the condition of his arms.

They’re… fine?

“How did you…?”

The myriad of sores and scabs from the manacles he had worn in the **** cart were gone. Even the bruises from the beatings he had endured mere hours ago had cleared, leaving behind plain, unblemished skin that was no longer sore to the touch. Touching his face confirmed that his black eye and busted lip had also healed. Myo had never seen such potent magics before, and as he gazed up at Surabi his existing awe at her towering physical form and beauty was now supplemented by a newfound respect for her mystic powers far beyond his comprehension.

A witch? A giant witch?

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He got down on his knees and bowed with as much reverence as he could summon. The motion sent ripples across her tits, but they held firm, hardly deforming under his weight.

She smiled at him, and this time Myo could feel the warmth from her gaze as well as her body. “Your thanks are appreciated, but it is your help that I need. What you’ve experienced is but a small taste of my power. The mending of skin is one of the simplest techniques of my art, young Myo. I can do so much more for you, but not in this cell. I’ve healed your bruises, yes, but I can’t stop those savages from giving you new ones. Compared to your kind, my strength is considerable, yet much as it pains me to admit, I cannot break through the bars, and I can’t remove these,” she lifted her arms and rattled the manacled wrists against each other, “by myself.” She dropped her arms back to her sides and returned his gaze. “But with your help, perhaps we could both go free.”

Myo felt like the proverbial mouse that was saved by the lion and expected to return the favor. Each of those steel manacles must have weighed more than he did. How can I possibly free her? He despaired at the thought.

Then he looked down at his arms that were no longer scarred from captivity, all thanks to Surabi, and his self doubt gave way to guilt. How could I refuse to at least try and repay this goddess? He couldn’t, so he didn’t.

“How can I help?”

Surabi grinned, and lifted Myo up to her face, planting one massive kiss over his lips, and a significant portion of his face. “Mwah! Good boy!” He was simultaneously startled by the sudden motion, proud to receive her approval, and also aroused by her affections. He couldn't believe he'd just shared his first kiss, and not with the equally unimpressive peasant girl he’d always assumed she'd be, but with this towering colossus of a woman. A beautiful, giant, powerful witch had just kissed him.

Surabi set him down on the ground and began to rummage around in the hay, searching for something. He watched her arms ripple with the power of those huge muscles, and wondered how such strong limbs could have ever been chained to begin with.

After a few moments she turned back and deposited a few objects at his feet. Among them were his clothes, a roughspun sack, a guard’s whip, and a knife.

“Get dressed. Now.” She ordered.

Myo didn’t need to be told twice. He put his clothes back on, and slipped the knife under his crude hempen belt.

“Now, listen carefully. If we are to do this you must follow my instructions exactly.”

“I will,” he promised.

“First, I must know of your capabilities. Can you hide?”

“Yes.” Myo could definitely do that, he’d been hiding from people that wanted to hurt him his whole life.

Surabi smiled down at him. “Good. You are very small, that should make you harder to find. The guards cannot know we are working together, and they cannot know that I have healed you, it would raise too many questions. If they catch you they will beat you, or worse, and neither of us will ever walk freely again. You must stay out of sight, and leave camp now, under cover of darkness. Stay nearby, but out of sight of patrols.”

“I can do that.”

“I believe you can. Now, this next part is crucial; tell me, what do you know of herb lore, of the local plants?”

That stumped Myo. “Ummm… well, nothing really. My family were farmers, but I only know millet, and barley. I’m not from this desert either… I’ve never seen plants like these before.” He slumped, disappointed in himself for being such a disappointment. As usual.

“Shhhh, that’s okay.” She reassured him. “ It’s not critical that you know exactly what to find. Simply harvest samples of as many different desert plants as you can find, and stuff them into that sack. Once you’ve gotten as many as you can carry safely, without being spotted, return to me, and I will see if they have any properties that could help us escape. Then we can plan our next move.”

He had no idea how she intended to figure out what plants were useful, nor what possible uses they could have for them in this cage, but he was more concerned with survival. “How will I get past the guards?” asked Myo. He was understandably **** to leave the protection of his new guardian behind.

“Once you are outside I will create a distraction, and you should be able to slip away into the brush, unnoticed.”

She raised up into a crouched position—still unable to stand completely upright in the cramped cave—and tore out some dirt around the hole in the ceiling. Huge clumps of dust filled the air, and Myo stifled a cough. After a few moments of digging, she looked down at him, the back at the hole and nodded, seemingly satisfied with its new dimensions.

Surabi handed the whip to Myo. “What’s this for?”

“Tie it to something outside, so you can climb back down on your own. Once it’s tied, shake it to let me know you’re ready, and I will distract the guards. Can you do that?”

“I can.”

“Good. Return to me alive and they will never beat you again. But if you fail, we both die here.”

Myo nodded, “I won’t let you down, I promise.” She smiled down at him, and Myo beamed at the attention. It felt good to make her smile, to be important to someone, especially someone so powerful and beautiful.

“Goddesses protect you, my champion.”

And with that, Surabi lifted him with one hand around his waist up, and up towards the skylight. His limbs scuffed against dirt walls on his way up, yet he didn’t complain as she continued to push him to freedom. Finally, at the end of her reach he managed to grab ahold of an exposed root, and pulled himself up. After a moment to check he was in the clear, he tied the whip to a bush right next to the hole and dropped it through.

Not a moment later he heard Surabi roaring and bashing against the bars of her cage. The sound set off alarms everywhere, causing frightened guards to frantically drop their usual posts to reinforce the cage entrance, spears drawn. It was all hands on deck to ensure the giantess did not escape and go on a bloody rampage.

Myo hesitated for a few moments, somewhat **** to leave Surabi in the hands of so many armed guards. But he reminded himself that this was her plan, and he obeyed. He scurried down the hill, opposite to where the guards were assembling, climbed through a gap in the wall, and dove into the brush.

His heart was pounding with adrenaline, both thrilled and terrified at what he'd just done. He took a minute to catch his breath, and tried to listen for any sounds of pursuit. The panicked shouting of guardsmen seemed much more distant now, and Myo was pretty sure he hadn’t been seen. Exhilarated, Myo hurried off to complete his mission.

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