Jane's Toy...

SEVENTEEN

It hurt so much.

My skin sizzled and reddened as the hot wax continued its non-stop steady flow down the side of the candle, washing over my shoulders and drooling down my writhing body, coating me with a thickening, waxy layer that slowly started to hold me fast. I struggled as best as I could, but my wrists were bound behind me and the candle with the ever present and convenient, unbreakable dental floss. Likewise my ankles were tied to the pole of the candle, and at such an odd angle that my binding left my knees spread wide and my genitals exposed in the open.

And the hot, almost scalding wax continued to drip. My back was coated thoroughly already, and the wax was starting to pin me to the candle, but for my struggles. Wax heaped on my shoulders, growing about my neck and encrusting the leather cord tied about my throat like a leash. Rivulets ran down my chest, thickening slowly and burning, making me squirm in a torment of agony. I would heal I knew- if the torture ever stopped, but for now the pain was fierce and unending. Wax was coating my arms, trickling down my legs and pooling about my feet as the excess was caught in the glass holding tray that I was standing on. My feet were stuck already, and it was like in the bad gangster flicks I imagined, warm, wet cement.

I struggled, whining and mewling pathetically from the pain and hopelessness. I knew that I was trapped until the Giantess chose to let me go. And I knew that that was never going to happen. I looked up forlornly and saw her staring at me, her brown eyes smoldering, her lips curling slightly, evilly at the edges as she took in my plight. She was enjoying my pain, enjoying watching me struggle in my bonds as she casually swirled brandy about in a huge snifter.

"Please," I cried, wincing as hot wax drooled against the back of my head as I craned my neck to look up at her. "Please stop," I whined again. "It hurts! I'm sorry!" I shouted, straining to be heard. I knew that she would ignore me, as I was being punished for trying to escape, but it was too much. Too much...

To my surprise, the Giantess did not ignore me. My eyes snapped open wide as I saw her right index finger floating slowly towards me, her long sharp nail coated blood red and aiming at my face. I started to scream and struggled all the harder but the finger kept coming, the nail finally pressing against my forehead, forcing my head back until it hit the candle. I screamed again to feel the hot, searing wax burning the back of my head and immediately the wax started to build up on my face, along my brow, pooling in the sockets of my eyes (which I swiftly closed), running along the grooves of my face and building. I tasted the wax at my lips.

"Better stop screaming, boy," the Giantess Jane suggested as she pressed my head against the candle, holding it there as the wax dripped and flowed onto my face. Keep that mouth open and you'll drown."

I believed her. I could hear the cold, icy tone of her voice and knew that she would keep pressing until the wax filled my lungs and clogged my nose, holding me until I stopped squirming and struggling. I imagine she thought that she could get a new toy from her friend Monique at the University if I perished. I imagine she was right. I took a final deep breath and closed my mouth just as the hot wax started to trickle over the edges of my lips.

"That's better, little one," she cooed, but did not remove her finger. I could feel the press of the wax hardening on my face. I could feel the pain of the burn and her fingernail lodged against my forehead. I had no illusion that she could not simply take that nail and slit my throat if she wanted, but I knew that she enjoyed me and wanted me alive. She was mad though, because I tried to get away.

"Don't even think this is your punishment, little man," she said, her voice muffled as wax drooled over my ears, cutting off all noise slowly. I already could not see, and with my lips clamped shut, I was quickly becoming gagged as well. "You are in so much trouble, mister."

I felt her finger, her pinky I thought, trailing about my groin. Her nail scraped my engorged and burning penis, flicking it casually and making me squirm with new sensations, making it grow and stand at rigid, flagpole attention. I moaned into my waxy gag, sucking air through my nose even as I felt the wax starting to build up about my nostrils.

"Mmmmnnn..." I moaned, hoping to get the Giantess' attention, but she simply snapped at me to be still. It was getting hard to breathe, but somehow I knew that she knew exactly what she was doing, in total control of me.

I felt another finger scrape across my nose, flicking away the waxy build up and allowing me to draw another breath, thank God. Her pinky was holding my cock up all the while, letting the wax coat it until it was sheathed in a thick condom, holding it out and rigid and stiff. From somewhere far away I heard her giant giggles.

Her finger flicked over my nose again and again as the wax started to really bog me down. At some point she pulled her hand away, but my head was welded fast to the pole of the candlestick. I saw the vague shadow of her hand receding and tried to struggle again, but could not move at all.

After awhile I sensed more than felt as she leaned in and blew the candle's flame out. I could see her shadowy silhouette flitting beyond my waxy blindfold as she finished her dinner. I imagined her smiling as she ate and sipped at her drink, watching her little statue of flesh and blood and wax, frozen at her whim, for her amusement.

"You're going to regret trying to run away, little boy." Her voice boomed in her Giantess tones, but still sounded dull and muffled by the wax covering my ears. "You're mine now. You belong to me. I WILL teach you your place," she said, and inside my waxy cocoon I shivered in fear...

What would she do to me next?