Saturday, May 23, 2009

Jane's Toy...

TWENTY-FOUR


I bucked and moaned as the light of the Fazer played over me. I felt that sensation, as though a sledgehammer had just been slammed into my stomach, and I was suddenly sweating and vomiting the jism that I had swallowed not so long ago. I rolled about on the bedspread, feeling my body dwindling in size and mass. Worse, the leather cord shrank as well and continued to hold me wrapped tightly from head to toe. I pissed myself in final insult, before the sensations and effects of the Fazer finally started to recede.

I lay there in a daze for several minutes, my body weak and helpless, my sight dazzled and blurry. My body ached, and my head was pounding as I pathetically wriggled about, more spasming than trying to escape or actually move. Slowly though my senses started to return yo normal and I peered about the room. It was huge of course, and decorated softly in pastels and pale wall paneling. I saw a dresser and a vanity against one wall, a bureau against another and several potted plants. There were two doors that I assumed led to a closet and bathroom. Windows lined the final two walls, draped with thin curtains. Oddly, I did not see the Giantess, Jane.

I started to struggle, to test my bindings but I knew immediately that it was hopeless. She had tied me too tightly, too thoroughly. There was no way to reach the knots at my throat or ankles as my arms and hands were wrapped completely beneath the leather cord, as was all of me save my head and penis, the latter which was raging, pinned between the cords of my bondage.

My groin hurt and I was horny as hell from the things that Jane had done to me. I wanted to explode again, to cum. And so soon. I wondered if the shrinking and growing had affected my sperm as well. It had not been that long ago since I had ejaculated for her butler, and I had almost in her very hands. I had never been THAT fertile, though I recall that that had been one of the requirements on the questionnaire I had filled out for the science project that had gotten me into this in the first place. I wondered...

"Back with me, Toy?"

My eyes grew wide as the Giantess Jane strolled back into the room. She moved gracefully, gliding across the short expanse of room, her hips swaying, the slight scuff of her slippers on the floor the only sound to be heard past the hammering of my heart. She stopped at the foot of the bed, her hands in her voluminous pockets as she looked down at me, her lips quirking at the corners in a cruel smirk of amusement. I squirmed under her scrutiny, and my cock started to grow.

She grinned. "Happy to see me, I see." Jane laughed as she sat on the edge of the bed and scooped me up into her hand. She laid back and dangled me by the trailing end of my leash so that I was hanging upside down right above her beautiful face.

"I really was going to give you a treat, y'know," she said as she flicked her fingers and started me swinging back and forth. "I'm not a bad person, but there's just something about you that makes me want to torture you. You're so cute and helpless. I love the way you squirm for me."

Jane pursed her huge soft lips and blew a gust of warm breath on me, starting me to twirl. her breath tasted of mint, as though she had just brushed her teeth. She raised her other hand and flicked my cock with her long fingernail, which set me to writhing again much to her amusement. She smiled, biting her lower lip as she watched my antics at her touch.

She lowered me then, and my eyes grew wide as she opened her mouth. As I came closer I could finally judge that I was probably two-inches tall now, and that terrified me all the more. The Giantess could easily simply drop me down her throat and swallow me whole, I was so small. I started screaming as she dipped me into her mouth.

I immediately started to sweat as the temperature and humidity rose to 98 degrees. Jane's tongue rippled and reached out, brushing over my penis and exciting me. It was soft, hot and moist as it flicked and rolled, caressing my helpless, engorged member. I could feel myself building again, ready to burst and she yanked me out.

I dangled there above her for several minutes as she watched me. I blushed under her gaze, feeling so helpless and useless. My heart was hammering and I was making strange noises as the panic started to subside. "I was going to let you get a taste tonight. I was feeling SO raunchy, but now, well, you were trying to get away again. AND you had sex with Anthony." she reached up and gave my dick a very hard flick with her finger. I started to swing again and was writhing with agony, screaming and crying. It was like getting kicked in the balls I imagined.

"I didn't give you permission," she continued, seemingly pouting. I saw through my teary eyes that she was frowning, her lower lip sticking out. "You need to be punished again."

The giantess lowered me again, but this time laid me across her closed lips. They were soft and warm and I started to roll as she moved them in a motion, like wetting her lipstick. I swayed back and forth, with my cock receiving most of the friction. her tongue kept flicking out as well, brushing and stabbing my dick at her pleasure. She was driving me crazy with lust, bringing me to the brink, then simply letting me lie on her lips until I went soft again. it was agony.

"Please..." I whimpered as she started in again. She stopped.

"Please, what?" she asked, her voice muffled with me draped across her lips. her breath and the vibrations tickled me.

"Please... stop. I can't take it..."

"Wrong answer," she said.

In a flash she sat up and then stood. She strode swiftly to her bureau and picked up something that shimmered in the soft light. I stared as she brought it up, and me towards it, her hands coming together. I twisted in her grip as I saw what was about to happen-

"No! Don't!"

She held in her other hand what looked to be a salt shaker of clear glass and only slightly larger than I was. I was screaming, but she ignored me as she shoved me feet first into the tiny glass jar, pushing me until I bent my legs and at the waist enough to fit all the way in. She removed her thumb from the top of my head, but before I could react she was screwing the cap back on, sealing me inside.

I was near panic, crying and breathing hard. Luckily there were holes in the top or I would have quickly suffocated- maybe. I still was not sure about my time in the refrigerator.

I was almost doubled over. My feet were crammed into a corner at the bottom edge of the octagonal base. My knees were pressed to the opposite side somewhat up, then my ass, then my shoulders. My head pressed against the inside of the cap. It was a horrible position, and there was no way to get any comfort. My whimpering and crying increased as I realized that I would probably be in here for quite awhile. I had no idea as to the time, but it seemed that the night was still young.

I shrieked as the Giantess Jane tossed the salt shaker in the air. My stomach churned as it- and I- tumbled and turned, arching up and finally falling into the soft pad of her waiting palm. The world rushed as I rose to the level of her face. I saw her twisted visage, her beautiful face warped by the thickness of the glass shaker. I could make out her cruel smile though.

"Definitely more quiet time, bitch."

She laughed and shook the shaker as she walked. It hurt, and I could not move I was so wedged in. I heard a rumbling, like thunder and suddenly I shot up into a darkening world. With a thump I finally settled to a stop. I looked for Jane, but could not see her from the odd angle. I was somewhere high up.

"You just stay there and think about things, Toy. You could have a lot of fun if you'd just comply." Her voice boomed in an odd, muffled way, coming at me from all sides as I could not see her. It was creepy. "So could I," she said with a giggle.

I heard the rumbling again as the light thickened, dimming to darkness, and then pitch black as the world slammed shut and locked.

Jane had put me on the upper shelf of her closet to think...

Quiet time they called it now. It used to be called solitary confinement...

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