Jane's Toy...

EIGHTEEN


I don't know how long I stayed there...

After she blew out the candle, Jane continued with her dinner, no longer speaking to me, but watching me throughout. That was a torture in itself.

She had scraped away the wax about my face but left me tied and basically fused to the candlestick. The wax had dripped down enough, pooling in layer over layer to hold me fast; immobile and in the bound position with my back to the pole and frozen in place. My feet were shin deep in pooled wax, and my entire body was coated as though armored with only my face showing so that I could breathe. Struggle as I might, I could not move a millimeter in my exo-skeleton of wax and was forced to either close my eyes or watch the Giantess Jane.

Her dark gaze danced over my helpless form as she finished her meal; steak and vegetables, a salad and brandy. the aroma was intoxicating and made me realize just how hungry I was. I don't have to eat much in my shrunken state, since the experiments, but seeing and smelling the delicacies on her plate made my mouth water and my stomach growl.

I saw the Giantess smirk as she finished her snifter of brandy and dabbed at her full lips with a linen napkin. Her smile was like the icy cold touch of death.

"That was good," she said pleasantly, no doubt for my benefit, seeing the longing in my eyes. My stomach churned and roared again, and that made her titter with laughter as she slid her chair back and away from the table. I followed her with my gaze as she stood, towering over me. "Pity you tried to run away or you'd be eating my left-overs from a little dog dish on the floor now, puppy, instead of playing the centerpiece. Now you get to watch all this food get tossed," she said as she plucked another bite of steak from her plate and popped it into her mouth. "And no water either."

That worried me. Monique- the science student from the University that had given me to Jane had been adamant that I needed to have my body rehydrated. I already felt weak and feint from the latest shrinkage, which expelled most of the moisture in my body. I needed water to replenish. I had no idea what would happen if I did not get it.

"Think on that, little one, until I come for you again."

And with that the Giantess Jane turned on her heel and sashayed out of the dining room. I watched as her gigantic, hot ass swayed with every step, hugging the denim of her jeans, two worn, white spots eventually fading into the dim distance. And I was alone...

I struggled for about a moment, but the thick wax held me immobile, and beneath that the binding cord of the dental floss fastened me well to the candlestick. I was trapped... again... still...

I was half-dozing when a massive shadow flickered at the edge of my vision. I shifted my gaze, blinking back sleep and saw the man again. I assumed he was Jane's butler, and was certain now that I had seen him that first night, at the Christmas party. if not simply an employee, then a friend as well, but now he was busying himself with clearing away the table, piling the dishes onto a serving cart. It took some time, and he was almost done as far as I could tell when he finally leaned in close and eyed me...

"You're fuckin' hot, little man," he hissed as he leaned in close. I could feel his breath on my face and worried as too, I smelled the alcohol. His dark brown eyes danced and sparkled as he peered at me with intensity. There was a hunger in him, in his gaze, and I started to blush and sweat under his scrutiny. "I hope she gets tired of you, soon. I'd love to have a little man like you rubbing and kissing my dick."

With that fearful statement I shuddered, even as he raised his hand and flicked his finger- hard- against my frozen penis and balls. I screamed in pain as the wax that had been encasing my cock and balls shattered and fell away. It hurt like hell and had my whole body shaking in my waxy bondage. The man just laughed.

He finished clearing away the rest of the dishes and linens, wiped down the table and then finally returned his attention to me. He reached out with both hands and enveloped me in his fingers, his thumbs pressing on my chest as he squeezed and started to flake away the cracked wax.

I squirmed in his grip as freedom and movement returned, but he simply kept squeezing and flicking, his thumbs brushing away the spent wax and caressing me all in one. His callused thumbs kept scraping my nipples sending shocks of excitement through my tortured body. I moaned in torment, to which he chuckled and simply increased the friction of his touch. His thumbs pressed against my genitals as he flaked away my sheath, his fingernails scratching at my privates and sending me into a shivering fit. My skin was still hot and raw from the hot wax, and overly sensitive- at least that's what I told myself.

Finally he stopped, releasing me and I sagged, sweating and breathing hard. My cock was rigid, standing at attention as my mind reeled, trying to grasp what had just happened. Jane and her butler had tortured my tiny, helpless body as they liked, and my body had reacted, enjoying the abuse. What was wrong with me?

I gasped as a flash of silver caught my eye and I focused on the huge pair of scissors that once again floated before me. The giant made snipping motions and I shriveled, panic welling inside me. They swept behind and I screamed to feel the cool metal touch my blazing, tenderized skin. I heard a 'snip' and suddenly my hands fell free.

I almost pitched forward, and would have but for the scissors suddenly jamming down again and again into the waxy build up of my base. I grasped the candlestick behind me so as not to fall as the giant drove the points of the scissors into the wax piled and hard about my legs; breaking it up.

I started screaming as I felt the pressure at my middle, struggling as I was swept along the candle and suddenly flying in the grasp of the giant butler. He flipped me about between his fingers and I saw that flash of silver scissors again just before the cold metal snipped through the floss binding my legs.

My stomach roiled as the world flashed by; gigantic forms fading in and out of clarity, swirling images that seemed vaguely familiar. I saw great walls of darkness broken by shockingly colored rectangles. Flashes of light as the giant moved, his footfalls like thunder in the distance. I was suddenly blinded by a brilliant white glare, sterile almost and shining. my eyes grew wild as I struggled, my tiny fist beating on his own massive one as we approached a huge, white monolithic box that was as a building to me.

It took me a moment to recognize a refrigerator, and only then as he opened the door and my still sensitive skin felt the sudden gasp of chill air. What was he planning?

I knew soon enough. The giant twisted me about again in his grip and held me up, close to his face. Very close...

"Mistress wants you to cool off," he said with an evil grin. "You think about what you did, and chill..."

With that I felt the air temperature drop as the giant thrust his fist into the refrigerator. I felt the sudden chill even as he rotated his hand, then opened his fist. I screamed as I fell, dropping from his sweaty palm...

... swallowing a lungful of water as I hit the frigid liquid beneath me, sinking like a stone. I thumped on the bottom of the strange glassy pool, then pushed off with my legs and shot to the surface again, actually rising up and out from the icy water for a moment before splashing back down. I paddled and kicked my legs, trying to tread water as I started to shiver almost immediately. A large (to me) chunk of ice thumped into my back and another bobbed past as I paddled. I looked up and around and realized that I was in a gigantic picture of water- ice water- set on the rack in the refrigerator!

"How's that, shorty?"

I saw the giant leaning in, bent at the waist and one hand resting lightly on the door as though he were looking for a midnight snack. His face was huge and distorted through the oddly shaped glass of the picture, looking monstrous as he leered at me with a wide, wicked grin.

"You got some 'quiet time coming'," he chortled. "You think about what you did until Mistress Jane comes to get you, and then I suggest you be really, really sorry."

He laughed and shut the door, leaving me alone in the icy water and in the dark...

Yes, the light goes out.