Jane's Toy...

EIGHT

I gasped as the sweaty sock was removed, sweet fresh air filling my lungs. I blinked against the sudden brightness, the overhead light and heat lamp glaring down on me. I started to sweat in the steamy bathroom, steam roiling from the tub as the water roared and churned.

I squinted up into the light, trying to see as I struggled at my bonds, but tied as I was, and still held fast to the running shoe by the velcro straps, I was held firm. I blinked, trying to focus as I strained, wriggling uselessly as the leather and sweat smells became intoxicating. My movements just made me hard, and I could feel my cock rising again, and starting to pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat and racing blood.

I screamed as a shadow fell over me, and I saw the Giantess silhouetted by the overhead lights and towering over me. It was both terrifying and exciting. She was huge to me in my tiny state, like some monster from an old 50's sci-fi movie. But at the same time she was awesome and magnificent. As my eyes adjusted I could see her skin, smooth and creamy and shimmering in the vaporous light. Her hair was wild about her shoulders, shadowing her face but for the sparkling of her dark eyes and the curve of her smile, wicked and showing a hint of white. I saw then- realized then that she was naked, her hands rubbing softly about her torso, across her nipples about her magnificent breasts and smoothly down, brushing the slight golden patch of hair glistening about her moist pussy between her legs. Her head tilted curiously as she watched me and I saw the flickering shadow of her tongue as she wet her lips, watching me. I heard her giggle as I squirmed in
frustration and helplessness.

And suddenly, swiftly she squatted down. I yelped as her gigantic hands enveloped the shoe that was my prison, screaming as she ripped away the velcro that held me down and tight. "Shh... " she soothed as her right hand slipped in, her long nails digging under me as she casually flicked me into the palm of her hand. Before I could react her giant fingers wrapped about me as she made a light fist.

The world surged as she stood upright again, blurring as I rode along in her hand until I was right before her cruelly smiling face. She squeezed and I yelped and struggled again, which made her smile and bite her lower lip. She laughed -

"You love this," she said as her thumb pressed into my chest. "I can feel your little pecker, hard as a rock. You can't fool me." Her thumb scraped back and forth across my chest, scratching my nipples and making them hard. I moaned and she laughed again. She opened her hand, and eased me back to lay in her palm. A moment later her left hand was hovering above me.

She flicked at my penis with her left index finger, increasing the impact with every turn, sometimes hitting my prick, other times her nail striking my balls and making me scream and writhe in agony. She ignored my cries, continuing her torture and watching as I built towards climax, then pulling back to leave me frustrated in her hand.

I was frantic and panting when the world shifted sideways again. The room blurred as she moved, taking me with her, her fingers closing about me again. Steam swirled about me, and the soft pastels of the bathroom faded to a dull white and I realized that she had stepped into the shower.

I was soaked instantly, which actually helped me calm and feel somewhat better. I vaguely remember Monique from the University's Science Labs saying that I needed water, and apparently she was right as again my body started to settle and recover, and I started to calm.

And then I was falling. The Giantess Jane had simply opened her hand and let me drop. I spun haphazardly, twisting in the steamy air as I fell, shades of the white shower interior flickering and blurring about me. I opened my mouth to scream, and just as suddenly I hit something soft, and the air gushed out of my lungs. It was smooth and pinkish, and as I gasped for breath I stared in wonder, realizing that it was Jane's foot. I saw her toes in the distance, cute and perfect, the nails painted red. then I was rolling down the foot and falling again...

I hit the bottom of the tub hard, a thin sheen of water splashing with my impact. I moaned in agony, as even that short drop had hurt, landing on my shoulder and hip. I squirmed and flopped about like a fish in the shallows as warm water ran past me towards the drain at the foot of the huge bathtub. I rolled about and saw Jane's enormous feet on either side of me, both longer than I was tall, looking clean and smooth and beautiful for some reason. The mere site of her sexy feet got me harder and harder.

I saw movement far above and saw the Giantess had taken up a bar of soap and a skrungy and was lathering herself up. I watched breathlessly as she ran the soapy mass over her body, her skin shining with the sheen of soap and water as she rubbed her stomach and breasts, along her arms and shoulders. She cocked a leg and ran her soapy hands along her thighs, then down her calves.

Her eyes locked on mine and I shivered to see the cold fascination and delight shining for Jane's new toy- me! He bounces, and cries for mama when you squeeze him. I suddenly felt even smaller than I actually was, helpless as huge drops of hot water splattered on and about me in a relentless, almost scalding storm. Lather splashed to the floor of the tub as she soaped herself, eventually hitting me and drenching me in a slick, filmy mass.

Suddenly her huge foot rose and floated towards me. I screamed as it hovered overhead for a moment, then slowly descended, easily covering me fully in length and width. I had been stepped on before, even stomped on. That seemed a favorite test for some of the crueler 'scientists' back at the University, but despite their worst; stomping and grinding and crushing, I survived.

Still it was frightening to see a giant foot coming down on you as though you were a bug. I cringed, curling into fetal position as I begged and prayed at the top of my lungs-

"No! Please! Don't!!"

I was ignored, or unheard, both of which amounted to the same in the end as the foot came down, its white wrinkled sole pressing me into the slick, warm porcelain, pressing me down...

I felt the ever-increasing weight. I felt the crush, my blood pressure boiling as her mass increased, flattening my resilient body. It hurt, agonizing as I stretched first, trying to ease the pain, rolling flat on my back as she stepped down. She held me there and I imagined that she enjoyed the sensation of having a man underfoot, squirming at her pleasure. I can only imagine the wicked thoughts that raced through her mind...

Her foot shifted to the left, rolling me along the slick porcelain until finally I was free. I gasped and heaved for breath, sucking up soapy water until the foot came back, rolling me in the other direction. She squashed me under her sole, kneading me with her toes and grinding me with her heel. I moaned and whined throughout, gasping for every breath and pleading for her to stop, begging to God- or Goddess...

Finally she pulled her foot away as great drops of soapy water splashed down on and about me. Through stinging, tear-filled eyes I saw her hovering overhead, washing her hair under the deluge. I sagged, turning away from the pounding, soapy splashes, trying to recover in the brief respite from my tortures when the rush of water caught hold and I started to slide.

I was caught in the current, stronger now as she stood fully under the shower, and the floor of the tub was slick with lather, almost frictionless. I skimmed along the floor, turning about in horror as the far end of the bathtub grew ever closer...

Where the water started to spiral and swirl away down the drain.

The gaping black maw that was uncovered, unguarded, open like a mouth waiting to swallow me whole...