Jane's Toy...

TWENTY-TWO

I sagged in my bonds...

I was spent and exhausted. The constant torture and humiliation had both my body and my mind on its last legs, and this latest was the worst. The Giantess Jane's butler had found me and abused me like everyone else, without a care as to my rights and feelings. In the end he had bound me to his cock with my leash and together we had reached orgasm; me catering to his needs by rubbing and licking his Inflamed penis as I got harder and harder.

He had moaned after, breathing hard and fast for a time. I felt his finger caressing my tiny bound form that was lashed to his deflating penis, the nail of his right index finger tracing down my back and causing me to shiver. I squirmed at his touch as he shoved me forward.

"Clean me up, dirty boy," he had commanded as he settled back on the bed to watch I assumed. I knew what he expected and started licking again, licking and swallowing the great globs of cum that he had spewed and had settled all over his cock, and me as well. I was sticky and rancid, but tied and helpless as I was there was little else that I could do but comply. I licked at his rod, my penis stiffening again, so soon, his own apparently spent as it started to shrivel and tilt. I gagged on his jism as his cock faded, then, to my surprise, started to topple, still with me attached.

I yelled out as, still bound to his spent rod as it sagged and eased, once more falling to lie at ease on his belly, right on top of me. I gushed, my breath expelling as the butler's cock landed atop me and held me down, writhing and cursing and trying to right myself.

Anthony the butler chuckled at my antics and helplessness. His belly shook and the low guttural sound rumbled through his body like a wave of thunder. There was nothing that I could do. I was six inches tall, and his flaccid penis was still longer and thicker than my bound body. It weighed me down, almost crushing me in my pathetic helplessness.

I flicked and shifted, but to no avail. I drew long, deep breaths, hoping to force his dick up and off but realized I had no leverage, I was biting my lower lip, near tears when I heard a strange, low rumbling again. It took me a moment to figure what it was, but then I figured it out.

He was snoring...

The butler had passed out, whether from exhaustion or inebriation I did not know. I had smelled wine on his breath, and I started to put pieces of this puzzle together. I realized that he had not been expecting to find me, as I doubted that the Giantess had given him permission to do what he did. I belonged to her- not that I cared to admit it, but at the moment it was fact. Had her butler snuck into her room and stolen her boots and just got lucky? Maybe he had a foot fetish. I don't know, and frankly right then it did not matter.

Fate had dropped another opportunity into my lap. He was asleep and I had a chance to escape again.

I lay still beneath his shrinking cock, my body still pressed into the kinky, wiry dark mound of his pubic hair. It was torture, and humiliating, but I waited as his penis deflated, my leather bonds loosening as he shriveled. finally, slowly I started to wriggle my way out.

I knew that if I struggled too hard he in turn would become hard again as well. I had to go slowly and easily lest I excite him. All the while as I wormed my way off of his cock I could feel the low rumble of his snoring. His body vibrated with the thunderous noise, but I ignored it, easing my body from beneath his cock, bonds and all.

It took awhile, but finally I was free- or at least off his cock. I eased off of his body then, ignoring my bonds as I rolled to the bedspread, off of his belly. I landed with a soft thump and rolled away from him, only then trying to worm my way free of the cord.

And eventually I did. my leash was still wrapped about my throat, knotted securely in a choking slipknot, but I was free otherwise and able to stand and walk, and I did. I approached the edge of the bed...

I stared down and saw the soft Ugg Boots of the Giantess laying on the floor beneath me. It looked a long way down to my six inches, but I knew that the boots were soft and should cushion my fall. I could climb down the bed spread more slowly, but the desire to escape was too great. I swallowed, held my breath and jumped.

I landed on one of the boots, sinking into the soft leather that cushioned my fall. I thanked whatever god had decided to look favorably my way as I scrambled down and onto the hardwood floor. My leash trailing behind, I scurried towards the door.

It was closed of course, and maybe locked. It towered high, and I knew that there was no way in hell that I would ever reach the knob. There was a thin gap at the base however, and I dropped down and started to worm my way under.

It was tight- too tight I thought at first as the wood scraped at my back and threatened to wedge me in place. I knew though that I was different now, and virtually indestructible. I scrambled on the hardwood floor and pushed forward. I whimpered at the pain as my back scraped, but shoved forward. It hurt, and I felt the hot dampness of blood as I shoved my way through the gap at the bottom of the door, determined to be free...

And suddenly I was.

I sprawled in the dim hallway beyond the butler's door, gasping for breath and crying with the pain in my back, as well as the jubilation. I was free of the butler, free of the Giantess. I would find a way out of her house and eventually find some way to change myself back. there was someone out there that would help me. There had to be.

I forced myself up, first to hands and knees and then to my feet. I stood on shaking legs, one hand against the wall as I healed and surveyed my surroundings. Everything was huge of course. I saw two more closed doors along the long hallway as well as a towering table cluttered with giant things and a massive plant growing huge and rampant in a pot. I saw a dismal glow far off in the distance, the living room I expected and the light seeping through the front window. I headed that way...

It took some time but eventually I was in the living room again. I rested, breathing hard as I stared at the front door. I knew that it would be locked, chained and bolted. I would never get out that way. I had to find another exit, somewhere in the house. I charged across the living room and headed down another hall, towards the back of the house.

I recognized nothing that I passed. I was tiny and the house was huge, and if I had been through the hallways and rooms before, I did not recognize them or remember. I ran on, through a hall and into the kitchen. I dashed through a pantry and struggled down a set of steps to a lower level. I ran through shag carpet that scratched at my knees and across floor tiles that were terribly cold underfoot. I had been running for hours it seemed, but time was queer for me now, and odd. Almost meaningless...

Eventually I came upon a huge glass sliding door that seemed to lead out into the night and the back yard. I could see trees off in the distance, massive towering things that were dark and silhouetted by the huge golden moon. The ground was white with traces of snow as far as I could see. I looked up hopefully, my freedom just a few millimeters away, beyond a thick pane of glass.

The sliding door was not latched, and maybe...

I pressed my miniscule weight against the door and heaved. I grunted in the effort, applying and reapplying leverage. I strained, begging to every god I could think of to move the massive glass door. All I needed was an inch, maybe less. I was like a mouse now, and could squeeze through anything that I could get my head into.

I was sweating, whimpering, ready to surrender...

And the door slid in its track. Not a lot, but enough.

I thanked each and every god as I squeezed through the tiny opening, reveling in the chilly winter air that wrapped about my tiny body and made my nipples hard. I breathed deeply as I shoved through the gap, stumbling out to freedom, onto the wide expanse of patio beyond. Breathing of freedom.

I was free-

"Gack!" I yelped as the leather cord tightened about my throat suddenly and I was jerked backwards and off of my feet. I fell, skidding across the cement, then slamming against the tight gap of opening in the sliding patio door. I felt a jerk and was dragged back inside, gasping and choking as I tumbled to a halt against a pink, fuzzy wall.

I looked up, grabbing at the cord cutting into my neck and gasped again, starting to cry...

"Going somewhere, little one?"

The Giantess Jane stood above me, smiling, my leash curled in her fist...