Robert Vickers - Fit to be tied

She felt as if the situation was well in hand.

True, she was still bound spread-eagle on the bed and at the man's mercy. But she'd made him forget all about the feather and the other tortures he was so eager to inflict on her. The fur under her body cradled her now that her sweat and body weight had crushed it down.

But then he jammed a handful of ice cubes against her sex lips and asshole.

The coldness drove into her like an icicle being driven in. And she came. Her entire body convulsed in a rigid spasm of total emotional release. She hadn't really felt it coming but the suddenness of the ice cubes on her aroused labia did the trick.

He gasped, "Damn, but your cunt almost squashed me flat. The ice does things to you, doesn't it?"

"You bastard," she panted. "You slimy bastard! Why didn't you warn me it was coming?"

"No fun that way," he said, smiling.

His cock continued to drill into her yielding body. She was tensed and unsure what he would do to her next. The feather had been abandoned but the ice cubes had been more than effective in surprising her.

It wasn't pain he dished out to her, it was surprise and sensory feelings she didn't usually connect with sex. Still, even knowing how the ice cubes felt against her crotch, she couldn't adjust to it.

"How do you feel inside? Is my cock warming your guts up enough?"

"Ummm, yes! It feels delicious! I'm so warm and good feeling inside!"

"Here comes the ice again." He hesitated to let her know full well what he said, then applied the cold to both their genitals.

Her world exploded around her again. The friction from the fucking had given her a toasty feeling inside. The liquid warmth puddling in her had spread like a pool of melted butter. It was insinuating itself throughout her body.

Then came the ice. She couldn't hold down the odd push-pull, yes-no, pleasure-pain feelings caused. She came – hard!

As she drifted down from her sexual high, she realized he was coming. He'd pressed the ice against his balls. She thought she could actually feel the harsh bullets of his jism splattering into her. From the way he clenched his teeth, she knew he was having one hell of a come.

His cock hammered in and out of her cunt until she thought he'd bruise her pussy.

The man's prick became a battering ram of hard flesh all the time he was jetting out his cum. Then, he deflated and limply trickled from her cunt. A tiny flow of cunt juice and his white jizz dribbled down the inside of her leg to spot the fur bedspread.

"That was something else!"

"Yeah, it was," she said. "Could you untie me now?"

"Untie you? No, I don't think I will. But I will give you something to remember me by."

He filled her cunt with ice cubes, then left the room.

By the time she was cut free, she thought she'd lose her mind from the numbing coldness inside her.

"It was excruciating, Bill," Laurine told her boyfriend. "I couldn't even move and then he stuffed those ice cubes up my cunt."

The man looked at her, surprise on his face. "And this director just let him? I thought he looked after his people better than that."

"He said he was busy with some others on the staff. He apologized, Bill, and I think he meant it. But Christ, the way my twat feels now! It's still a little numb."

"The hell with Love, Inc.. The hell with them all. Just give me what new info you've got and we'll bust the lot of them to hell and gone. I want nothing more than to see them sent to the joint for twenty to life."

Laurine was silent. Her hand moved over her cunt, stroking lightly, remembering how it felt to be filled with the wet ice cubes, the cold cubes that sent tremors of pain all the way up her spine. She hated that, sure, but could she really turn in the director?

The shiny red Mercedes standing by the curb had been given her. Was the pain offset by the snappy sports car?

"I want to think about it, Bill."

"Think about what? Just give me the address you said you got and all the other information on how they solicit their customers and we'll bust their asses good."

"No. I want to consider this for a bit longer. Look, Bill," she said earnestly. "It's not as easy for me as I thought it would be when I started. It was a lark. It's something different for me now."

"How different?"

"I like the place. Don't look at me that way, Bill. Please, don't. Let me try and explain."

"You'd better do a damn good job. My lieutenant is on my back wanting a bust soon."

"Okay, look, Bill. It's like this. I'm a horny bitch. You know that as well as anybody can. This job lets me get rid of those sexual tensions. When I took the job, I was just changing the excitement of the undercover work for sexual kicks. Now that I'm getting all the sex I can handle – and believe me, that's a lot – I don't need the thrill of the undercover work. What I'm saying is that I don't think I want to rat on the director and the others at Love, Inc."

"Laurine, I don't believe I'm hearing this. Love, Inc. is an illegal business preying on the community. We've got to crush it out!"

"It's not preying on anything that I see, Bill."

"What have they done, brainwashed you?"

"Maybe you'd consider it that. Or maybe you'd consider it that I've gone over to their way of thinking. They provide a needed service. And face it, I'm getting more bread working there than I ever could at another job. The best part is, I don't consider the time spent at Love, Inc. to be work. I enjoy it! I even look forward to it."

"Christ, I never thought you'd sell out like this."

He roughly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the table. "We're going to take a little trip out to the country. You're going to tell me what I have to know if I have to beat it out of you."

"Oh, Bill, stop bluffing. You couldn't do that."

"I'm a cop. I have to get confessions the hard way sometimes. And this looks like one of those times."

His handcuffs clicked ominously around her wrists. She looked at the silver bracelets, uncomprehending.

"Bill, you wouldn't…"

"Hell, if I wouldn't!"

He drove them out to a deserted part of the foothills, heavily wooded, where he told her she could scream all she wanted. No one was within miles and miles.

Roughly, he shoved her into the trees beside the road. Spinning her around, he said in a cold voice, "We don't have to get tough if you'll tell me everything about Love, Inc.. Especially where it is located."

She laughed. And he hit her – hard – across the mouth. She tasted blood oozing into her mouth, across her tongue, down her chin. Touching the injured lip, she looked up at her boyfriend. She saw a wildness in his eyes that had never been there before. He looked like he was capable of killing her if she didn't tell him what he wanted.

"Talk, damn you!"

He hit her again, this time in the belly. She doubled up. He held her up by her blouse. The fabric tore. He tossed the handful of ripped cloth aside and grabbed another handful, then another and another. In record time, she was completely naked.

She huddled against the rough bark of a tree as he stood looming over her. He said, "I like the way you look mother naked. All that white skin. But you really should get some sun."

He dragged her out into the bright light and threw her down on the ground. Pulling a magnifying glass from his pocket, he began focussing it over her body.

"Tell me when you want to talk."

She screamed as the magnified sun's rays cut across her skin. He carefully kept the focus from becoming exact and burning a hole right through her but the intense heat was still enough to make waves of pain wash through her body.

He circled around her tits making the skin begin to blister and turn a raw red. Seeing she wasn't about to talk, he worked lower on her body. He laid a crisscross pattern on her belly with the magnifying glass. When he started to singe the pussy fur, she began crying noisily.