Jane's Toy

TWO

I've bound your arms behind you at the wrists and elbows and bound your ankles and I have slipped you over the very top of my Christmas tree! You are naked except for a red bow around your little dick and a Santa hat you are wearing. The needles prick your back if you squirm...so you are staying very still. But I see your eyes following me around the room as I entertain my guests and staff and show them how I have honoured their precious little gift to me.

You are my squirmy little Christmas treetop ornament!

***

I moan, writhing in my bonds.

I squirm, the needles of your Christmas tree digging into my flesh, pricking me as I thrash about, seeking comfort that will not come. I yell and scream to no avail, the sounds of Christmas Carole's echoing in the background as your staff and friends enjoy the party that you have provided. The world is huge about me and I shiver as it passes me by.

Your guests look up, smiling as they enjoy your tree and the ornament that graces its top- me. I see them sip their drinks, then move on, ignoring my torment as I squirm with my arms bound tightly behind my back, my legs tied, my tiny dick thrusting forward. The Giant World passes me by, ignoring my pleas, as I am beneath notice.

But I see you watching...

You play the good hostess, but you look at me and lick your lips, anticipating what is to come. You watch me intently as I writhe in my bonds; Christmas ribbons holding me in place and at your mercy. You sip at your own drink and I see you smile...

I scream for help, but if anyone hears, they ignore me.

I glow red with humiliation, a shining star atop your tree.

The party continues as I squirm...

***

The night drags on. The guests get louder as the spiced cider and hot toddies flow more freely. Every gigantic face that passes near is smiling, laughing, enjoying the party.

My voice is rough and hoarse from screaming for help, the hours that I have been hanging here atop your tree. My body remains scratched and sore from the needles digging into me, stabbing me as my arms and legs are drawn back and bound by Christmas ribbons of red and green. My Santa had dangles limply in my face while my dick stands rigid and wanting, betraying me.

Why won't anyone help me?

I see them, your guests, sipping their drinks as they pause, admiring the Christmas tree. They see me, I know they do. But they must think I'm a toy, some unique novelty doll that moves and cries and squirms for their pleasure. They laugh and move on, all save one.

I see her again, staring at me. Her eye sparkle behind the lenses of her thin-framed glasses, her long black hair wound into a tight bun. She does not smile so much, as her thin lips shift in an 'O' of shock when she is not biting her lower lip. I recognize her, and the memories come crashing back...

I remember we were six; six struggling students applying to be test subjects in a research group in the University's Science Lab for the extra money to help with tuition.

I remember the tests; physically strenuous and mentally challenging as they weeded us out, trying to find the best for their project. We were tested until we were two.

I remember the Lab. Being ordered to step into the phone booth sized glass cubicle by the loud, staticky voice coming over the room's speakers. I remember the locks sealing the door, the air pressurizing as the lights grew to a garish, dazzling white. The feeling of heat, that something had just kicked me in the balls. I remember my body expelling its fluids...

I thought I had been moved to a larger room when my eyes flickered awake. Glass walls towered overhead and a huge light blazed in the sky like a star. I felt the air change as I tried to move, struggling to my feet even as I heard the echo of metal grinding against metal.

One huge wall fell away and I screamed, staring up and up at the shadowy, gargantuan figure that filled the huge doorway. The woman stepped forward, sweeping into the booth that was now massive. She seemed hundreds of feet tall, a huge building cloaked in white that I slowly realized was a lab coat swirling about her tree trunk legs. She stared down at me- that face that I recognized, her lips curled in a barely concealed smile...

"It was you."

Your voice snaps me back to reality and I see the woman blush as she turns to find you right behind her. You glance at me and smile, happily watching, enjoying my torment a bit before you turn your gaze upon the other woman.

"You did this," you say, nodding towards me, "gave me my new pet."

I saw the woman glance back at me one final time before she hung her head, nodding-

"Yes, Goddess."