The cold air nipped at my skin as blasts of wind caused the snow to swirl around me. I found myself at the top of an isolated slope; the snow-covered trees were breathtaking. I shivered as I ran my hands up my body and over my breasts, my nipples already hardening in response to the brisk air. Why was I always naked?
I heard the sound of snow crunching softly underfoot, and I spun around in surprise. Standing in front of me was an almost fully naked Tamara. Her full breasts swayed softly as she moved, her nipples equally erect. Tamara's skin seemed extra white, her freckles standing out more than usual against the snow. Were it not for the freckles which covered her body, she might have blended perfectly into the landscape. Her curly, red pubic hair stood out against her pale skin like red paint on a white canvas. She wore fur-lined snow boots which came up to her mid-calf and around her neck hung a regal cape which clung to her body in the wind. And to complete her ensemble, a tiara was nestled atop her head. Had it not been for her being otherwise naked, she would have almost looked like royalty.
"Tamara," I asked as she approached, "What are you wearing?"
She quickly backhanded me. "You will not speak without permission," she said icily. Her eyes cut into me, and I found myself averting my gaze.
"I-I'm sorry, Tamara." I apologized instinctively.
She slapped me again, harder this time. "What did I just tell you?" She demanded. "And you're never to call me by my given name again. From now on, I'm to be addressed as 'Mistress.' Is that clear?" I kept silent, knowing punishment awaited if I spoke without her permission. She slapped me again, this time nearly knocking me to the ground. "Answer me when I ask you a question!" She demanded angrily. I was dumbfounded.
"Y-yes. It's clear." I cautiously responded. She lifted her hand to strike me again. "Mistress!" I added in a hurry. She lowered her hand.
"Good. Now, on your knees!" She barked. "Kneel before your queen."
I tried to resist, but my body moved as if it had a mind of its own. My knees pulled me to the ground, and I found myself staring directly between her legs.
"I bet you'd love to lick me, wouldn't you?" She loomed over me.
"Yes, Mistress." I found myself replying against my will.
"Well, you're in luck because I'd love to let you." She smiled.
I watched as my hands reached up to her hips and pulled her toward me. Despite my efforts to push the thoughts out of my head, all I could think about was sliding my fingers into her pubic hair and finding that hidden treasure. I felt a deep desire to push my face so deeply into her that her scent and her taste merged and became one. I was starting to get wet thinking about burying my tongue into her warm, wet folds and tasting her nectar. As my lips approached her body, I was abruptly struck down.
"I never gave you permission to touch my body!" Tamara chastised. I grimaced, expecting further punishment. "Besides, I said only that I'd love to feel your tongue, but I don't think you've earned that privilege yet."
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress."
"As a punishment for being over-eager, I'm going to ride your face more literally today."
"Mistress?"
"Lie down." She commanded. Her very voice quelled my desire to tell her to go fuck herself. I felt intensely ashamed for my thoughts toward my goddess. I lay myself down on the ground knowing I deserved whatever punishment she gave me.
She was holding some sort of contraption now. Where did that come from? She slid some sort of metal-framed shoes on my feet, locking my feet together. The rest of the contraption slid up and locked above my knees. The device effectively locked my legs together and prevented me from bending my knees. She pulled a thin, but long, rope away. Each end was attached to an ankle, and it stretched to my neck. She tugged it, spinning me in the snow until my feet were pointing toward the steep slope.
"There," she grinned, "You'll make a very nice sled." She stepped over my head, and I found myself staring at her perfectly smooth, pale ass cheeks. I just couldn't get past how there were so many fewer freckles on her ass. I watched impatiently as she lowered herself. I couldn't wait for my face to be nestled into her perfect ass. It was where I belonged.
Somewhere in my mind, I wanted to throw my arms up and stop her, but instead, all I could do was lie there as she settled her weight onto my head. Her skin was icy cold. There wasn't any of the warmth I would have expected.
She pushed us both with her legs, and I felt gravity starting to take hold as we moved onto the slope. She lifted her legs and lay them across my body, every part of her skin was cold to the touch. Strangely enough, the snow itself wasn't that cold against my skin. As we picked up speed, she tugged on her reins to steer my body. Her cape fluttered in the wind, exposing her marvelous form.
The hill was very bumpy and, as a result, her ass bounced rapidly into my face. Occasionally, a big bump lifted her several inches into the air before landing heavily back on my head. I felt so disoriented, yet I still couldn't resist. Despite the discomfort and pain, I was still enjoying contributing to the enjoyment of my goddess. Maybe when we were done, she would let me lick her ass instead. I was starting to get turned on again.
We finally reached the bottom of the hill, and Tamara laughed in enjoyment. I expected her to sit up, but she didn't. She just kept laughing. I could feel myself fading due to the lack of oxygen, and I was loving every minute of it.
*****
I awoke to Tamara's ass hovering over my face. Definitely not something one wants to wake up to. I was momentarily confused, and then I remembered what had happened. Tamara had raped me. I doubted she saw it that way, but I certainly did. The rest of my memories were slowly coming back. After she'd used my face for her enjoyment, rather than leaving me to my humiliation, she'd taken the opportunity to pleasure herself another couple of times at my expense. My face was so drenched in her cum it was surreal.
Then I realized something else. I had woken up sexually aroused. Was that from my dream? The dream disgusted me now, but I remembered being so turned on in my dream. Even staring now at those inviting ass cheeks, I felt no sexual arousal, yet I couldn't shake the way I'd felt in my dream. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to think further on it just now.
"Tamara," I gasped. "Please... you've had your fun. Aren't three orgasms enough to satisfy you?"
"Four."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Four orgasms," she laughed, "although the last was a bit naughty since you were still unconscious." She grinned.
"Tamara, please..."
She ignored me. "I was going to force your nose into my ass until I was ready to go again since that always turns me on but, now that you're awake, why don't you put your tongue to work on my breasts?"
"I'm not going to help turn you on, just to have you turn around and use my face again." I said pointedly.
"It's so cute the way you think you have a choice. You can either suck my nipples or you can suffocate under my ass, but after that you *will* give me another orgasm."
I knew she was right. "Fine, I'll... suck your nipples." It was hard to say, but I got it out.
She turned around and leaned over, her pert breasts seemed even larger hovering over me. It made me think about the first time she'd done anything like this to me. It didn't seem like so long ago that I was shocked and repulsed by the thought of her topless like this--the thought of her nipples in my mouth. Now, I eagerly welcomed the feel of her hard nipples between my lips--against my tongue. I welcomed it because it meant my face wasn't in her ass. No, that used to be the worst thing I thought could happen to me. Now, I would welcome her ass on my face if it meant my face wouldn't end up covered in her cum. It was all about perspective.
I licked away at her breasts, flicking her nipples with my tongue and and sucking her pink and somewhat large areolas into my mouth. At least this time, she didn't seem interested in torturing me or slapping me in the face with her breasts. The downside was that she was planning on shoving her wet pussy in my face again soon, and I was only helping to make things worse for myself. The worst part about sucking her nipples was her moaning. At least, that's what I thought until I noticed that her fingers were between her legs. Maybe she'd get carried away and realize she didn't need me. I could dream.
She really seemed to love having her breasts played with, and after what seemed like eternity, she gasped.
"Oh, God. You're getting better at that! I can't take it anymore. I need to feel you." She pulled away and turned around.
"Tamara, what are you do--mmmmmmmph?" My face sank into her ass without any hesitation from her as she settled heavily onto my head. She leaned forward and began thrusting into my mouth. It hadn't before occurred to me how close my mouth had been to her pussy when she'd sat on my head in the past. She needed only to lean forward a little, and her pussy covered my nose and mouth.
The worst part was that my nose was still wedged up against her asshole, so she was simultaneously rubbing her ass on my nose and her crotch on my mouth. The only positive was not having to stare at her wet pussy as it repeatedly mashed into my face, but staring at her ass wasn't much better.
Part of me wanted to protest or struggle, but not only was it just tiring me out unnecessarily, I was pretty sure it just made her grind harder on my face. Additionally, between the blackmail material she had on me and her threats to dominate my sister instead if I didn't cooperate, it didn't give me much choice. So, I just lay there and took it. I just didn't know how much abuse one person should be expected to suffer through. I had no real sense of the passage of time, but it felt like Tamara's pussy had been rubbing on my mouth for a couple of hours now from beginning to end--an eternity for something you're not enjoying. Unfortunately, Tamara seemed unaware of the passage of time. I couldn't even zone out and pretend I was somewhere else. The intensity of her grinding and thrusting coupled with having to struggle for every breath while not choking on her cum kept me very much in the moment.
