Jane's Toy...

TEN

I tumbled about with her movements...

My captress, the Giantess Jane had declared that we were going out- "to the mall," she had said, and for her convenience rather than my comfort she had simply and literally dropped me into her purse. I hit hard, my little four-inch body slamming on something hard and metallic, knocking the breath out of me in a gush. I bounced and rolled, wrapped up in almost a ball in my hog-tie, sliding deeper into the depths of her bag.

I finally came to a stop, wedged between the metal and something stiff and bristled that jabbed me in the back, shoulders and ass. I had looked up blearily and scared to see her beautiful, gigantic face peering down at me with a final grin as she had zipped the top of her purse closed with an easy flourish.

I laid there for a bit, my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness as I took deep breaths, trying to calm down. I already knew that I could not escape from the bondage that she had so effortlessly put me in. The original Christmas ribbon had been impossible to break or pick at the knots, and that had been exchanged for a thinner, stronger binding that was actually coated in wax: dental floss. It was just so ludicrous; me, a 'grown' man (sort of), tied to helplessness by something so trivial and trapped in a woman's purse. I did not know whether to laugh or cry, it was so crazy.

Or maybe it was me...

Maybe I was already insane and this was all some maddening delusion that what was left of my mind was creating. Or maybe I was dead and this was my Hell? It certainly seemed like it.

But it was all too real I knew. I was a victim of a science experiment gone out of control and reduced in size and stature to four inches and given over like a toy to a cruel and beautiful woman that took great delight in tormenting me. She kept me naked and bound hand and foot, humiliating me at every chance, and somehow always keeping me on the brink of orgasm. How I did not know...

Of course she new how to stimulate me, as that much of my manhood remained, but I seemed hard almost all of the time. Was it her dazzling beauty? I cannot believe that the things she did to me were exciting me. I hated being the victim, hated this new life I had at her mercy, but -

My penis was throbbing even now, just thinking of it... of her.

I continued to breathe deeply, trying to calm down and after a few minutes I could feel my pulse slow to a more normal rate, the flush of my skin easing. My member finally started to soften and shrink again even as my stomach lurched and I was jostled about. My world seemed to spin for a moment as all became weightless, then slammed sideways abruptly.

I moaned as the contents of Jane's bag piled into and about me. I yelped as something sharp jammed into my thigh, just as something else toppled and thumped me on the head. All the while my stomach roiled and my senses spun with a queer swaying sensation. It took me a moment after things settled into place that Jane had casually slung the strap of her purse over her shoulder, letting the bag slump against her hip, and it was swinging as she walked.

And again everything spun and tumbled as the outer movement came to an abrupt halt. Again I was crushed under the debris in her bag, my tiny ball-like form worming its way down to the bottom of the bag. I both thanked and cursed the resilience of my new body; able to withstand much punishment, but feeling the pain potentially forever.

I heard a tremendous explosion beyond the muffling confines of my prison and wondered what had happened. It had sounded like a bomb gone off, but even as I pondered that oddity I heard a mighty roar and my little dark world started to vibrate for a time. It all seemed vaguely familiar, but in my new world more like a dream that I could not quite recall. The vibrations settled and the roar became a low hum as movement resumed. Not the same as before however, the swinging was replaced by a gliding, as though the purse was rolling along somehow...

We were in her car and going to the mall. My terror was making me stupid, apparently. The slamming door, keying the engine to life, all amplified in my miniscule state of being, alien but oh, so familiar.

Time had no meaning to me there in the dark, so I had no way of knowing just how long the trip took. I shifted about, wiggling as best as I could in my tight hog-tie, trying to ease the over-sized contents of the Giantess' purse off of me for what little comfort I could gain. As my eyes adjusted I started to recognize the obscenely huge shapes; a gargantuan hairbrush whose bristles had been digging into my skin like dull knives, a giant perfume spritzer bottle that had hit me in the head, and the huge metal box that my mind placed as a cigarette case, though I had never seen the Giantess smoke. There was a massive Bic lighter though that was almost the same height as I was- unbound of course. Beneath me there was a pen and notepad, and about me I saw a plastic container of Tic Tacs, a tube of lip gloss, a coin purse of the same soft leather as her bag and far larger than I was. There was a deadly looking key ring thankfully a ways away and hooked to
a dangling clip. And there were other things as well, too dark or alien to distinguish...

Movement startled me awake as my world started to swing and sway again. I felt the familiar lurch of weightlessness as I was jostled about once more, cursing as the things in her bag seemed to come alive and attack me. I heard the door slam again, and again the purse slammed against the Giantess' hip. My world rocked and swung with her giant strides and I assumed she was crossing the parking lot of the mall. I could feel the bitter cold of winter's air seeping through the soft, rich smelling leather and I could hear things as well; things again strange yet familiar. The sound of passing cars and the clack of heels on pavement. I heard music, briefly loud and thumping as it passed. Worst however, I heard voices, more and more as she approached the mall's entrance. Happy, laughing, chattering voices that were in their own little worlds and totally ignorant of the tiny little man tied up and held prisoner in the purse of the woman they were passing.

I wanted to scream for help, but in the end I simply screamed in frustration and hopelessness. Why was this happening to me?!

The cold finally, slowly eased and the chatter turned into a constant drone of voices, one conversation blending into another as the Giantess strolled into the mall. I could hear the faint strains of Muzak piping in around me as the movements of my prison finally settled into a slower rhythm.

I could picture Jane in her Giantess world casually strolling the shining expanse of the mall, smiling at the people she passed, grinning with the secret contained in her bag. I imagined her, just another shopper glancing in the windows of the stores, perhaps wondering what to buy, thinking of trivial things that she might need. Her life went on, regardless of her little captive. I needed little to no attention and could simply be wadded up and stuffed into a pocket if need be, totally ignored and forgotten until she chose. And I had visions of her beauty; her smiling face framed by her dirty blond hair, silver earrings dangling and sparkling, her gorgeous body dressed for winter but still captivating in a long black woolen coat, perhaps a scarf and those boots...

I closed my eyes and tried to calm down again. I could feel the stiff pulsing between my legs again and could not believe it. Why was this exciting me?

"Hello." I heard the Giantess' voice suddenly, and that snapped me back to the reality of my situation. Whatever it was that was sparking my erotic excitement fled as strange new sounds entered my confinement. There was a chirping, twittering noise that sounded like birds, and the barking of a small dog sporadically. Odd smells crept about me as well, gritty and damp though not unpleasant. Was she in a pet shop? I vaguely remembered a dog running about for a bit at the party, but most of that night has become like a blurry nightmare...

"Jane!" I cringed to hear another voice; a voice that apparently knew my captress, and worse, was female. Since my shrinkage I had come to realize that women were definitely the deadlier- or at least the crueler- of the species, to paraphrase the old saying.

"It's been ages," the woman continued, and I detected a slight foreign lilt to the silky smooth voice. French? "How have you been? How were the holidays? How's ... "

I listened intently as the two Giantesses spoke, two friends catching up on recent activities in their lives. I squirmed there in the bottom of Jane's bag, the rich, almost exotic scent of the leather purse mingling with the strange odors of the pet shop conspiring to put me to sleep again. I struggled to remain awake however, an impending sense of dread falling over me like a heavy blanket, certain that something bad was about to happen.

I was right...

I craned my neck and squinted into the sudden flare of light that illuminated the insides of the purse as Jane drew open the zipper with a quick jerk. I blinked, trying to focus as her gigantic hand dipped inside, her long scarlet nails looking like shields as they twitched and flicked, bashing the contents of her bag aside. I screamed as her fingers finally brushed me, her nails sharp and scratching as she blindly felt for me, still conversing, her sweet voice no longer muffled by the soft walls of my prison -

"Wait'll you see this," she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. Her fingers cupped about me, then traced the bonds of my hog-tie and finally pinched on the trailing thread of the dental floss. "You're going to love it," she continued, as with a swift jerk I shot skyward, up and out of the confines of her bag.

I twirled, spinning madly and bobbing as I rocketed up and up. The world blurred past, a myriad of colors that were indistinguishable and made my vision swim, my head spin and hurt. My stomach roiled and I swallowed back bile as my ascent halted as abruptly as it had begun. I moaned as my body hung suspended at the end of the floss, my wrists and ankles taking my weight and burning in agony. My back bowed as much as the bondage would allow, and my penis dangled beneath, huge and dripping, pointing straight down.

"What the - " I heard a gasp filled with shock and astonishment. My helpless body slowly spun, and I started to make out my surroundings. I focused on the long fall to a hard, dark field beneath me, my eyes wandering as my brain tried to assimilate what I was seeing; a gigantic pen, blanket sized scraps of paper, paper clips and rubber bands. It was a desk, or more likely a countertop. "Oh my god ... "

I looked up at the whisper, still rotating like a fish on a hook. I saw a wall of black as I craned my neck up, like the long thick curtains that real movie theaters used to have in the old days, stretching down beyond the limits of my sight. Behind the curtains was a darker black wall, soft and tight, and as I looked upwards I saw a slash of creamy pink and realized that it was the V-neck shirt and the enormous (to me) cleavage of the Giantess Jane.

"Is that... Is it alive?" the mystery woman asked.

But with something to focus on, I ignored her curiosity and struggled to look up at the woman that literally held my life in her hands. I saw those lips first, glossy and full as they parted to speak- "Alive and kicking," she said with a giggle, her voice booming over me with a gush of sweet, warm breath. As if to emphasize her point, the Giantess jiggled the floss and sent me bobbing and thrashing much to the amusement of both women.

I screamed, cursing, pleading for her to stop, but as I looked higher and saw the wicked gleam in her dark eyes I knew that she was enjoying my predicament far too much to quit. Still I continued to struggle, ignoring the biting pain in my wrists and ankles as I continued to turn.

I finally saw the other woman then, the other Giantess. She was older than my captress, her long hair peppered gray and tied up in a loose bun, smile lines at her eyes behind the thin wire frames of her glasses and at the corners of her pale lips that were rounded into an 'O' as her gray eyes took me in. I could see the fascination as she stared, watching me squirm in my bonds. Her eyebrows were arched, her eyes wide but they sparkled, and she made no move to help me.

Finally I sagged in my bonds, my legs and shoulders straining from the position, my back aching with a dull continuous burn. I could not feel my hands and feet anymore -

"How... "

The new woman asked, her question unfinished, but Jane knew what she meant and went into the long tale of my shrinking and captivity. Somewhere in the midst of the story I was unceremoniously dumped onto the countertop. I sagged with relief as the various aches and pains started to recede just a little bit. I moaned, rolling about as best I was able, looking up at the two women but ignoring their amused scrutiny. My skin flushed red, however, and again my penis betrayed me, expanding to their chuckles.


"He whines and cries," Jane continued as she concluded her tale, "but look... " Her finger appeared at my side, her huge nail slipping under me and flipping me over to expose my throbbing member. It was huge and red and ready to explode- at the brink as always, but denied. "He likes this more than he'll admit. Imagine how big that would be if he was a real man?"

"I am a real man, dammit!" I screamed, and the two Giantesses just laughed.

"He's so cute," the other woman said, her own finger tentatively tracing the side of my body. I shivered at the cool touch of her flesh. She had no nails to speak of. "God, I wish I had one. I wish I had a hundred. I could sell these no problem." I saw her face looming over me as she licked her lips with growing excitement. "We'd be rich!"

"That's part of the reason I'm here," Jane replied, and when I looked to her I saw a truly evil grin on her face. I shivered, suddenly worried again. What did she have in mind?

"That, and I need some toys for my new pet... "

Oh god...