The Story of L. Chapter 3.
In the dungeon, blindfolded, shackled, desperate with desire, and impatient, the shock was complete. All manner of things L had imagined. Rough handling of her breasts, her ass invaded, her pussy taken, a hard cock shoved deep into her willing mouth, even the sharp pain of a palm or whip on her bottom. But what she hadn't expected was ice cold. She screamed. It was right inside her cunt now, thick, stretching her open, smooth, and rapidly draining all that inflamed heat out of her. As it was rammed home she felt the wide base flat against her lips, cooling them too. A glass dildo, presumably, straight out of the freezer.
She recovered her breath from the scream, but was still gasping as the next shock came. This time it was cold and pain combined. It was the pain she felt first. A sharp stab simultaneously on each of her nipples, then the realisation that each was being pulled downwards by some unseen weight, and then the chill spreading out into her breasts. It was as if each nipple was now embedded in an ice cube. But whilst an ice-cube would rapidly melt in the counter-attack of her excited body temperature, the frozen metal of the nipple clamps would be sending bolts of icicles into her breasts for the best part of an hour.
She had wanted this. She had dreamed of it. She had suggested it. She had even begged for it. But now it was real and her body was reeling from the surprise.
She made a strong mental effort to regain control of her senses. Her pussy was starting to take the edge off the extreme cold of the dildo, but the weight that sat on a chain two feet below her nipples was swinging and sending tiny pulses through the whole of her chest. She suddenly noticed the silence again. There was literally no noise at all.
And then the slightest of sounds, no louder than the beating of a hummingbird's wing; the sound of air molecules being parted at speed; a sound that despite its quietness would immediately lodge in her memory and would forever after result in an instantaneous, involuntary clenching of her ass, for it was followed by the most searing and yet exquisite sting as the thin strip of the whip left its first mark across her.
She screamed and screamed like she had never experienced before. Her breasts heaved and the weight oscillated more wildly and pulled her nipples more sharply. She caught her breath and felt a gentle finger on her face. It was stroking across her cheek and under her eye and wiping away the teardrop that had formed. Then the wet finger dropped to her open, panting, lips and wiped itself just inside her mouth. Momentarily she relaxed, and then that sound, clench and crack, and she screamed again even more loudly than before.
