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ICEBOUND
Chapter Two
Steve gazed across the table at Melanie. They were at breakfast
again, the three of them, but how things had changed from the previous
night! Melanie was having trouble sitting. Every movement of her hand,
bringing food to her mouth, caused her to squirm and utter a whimper.
Kara sat grinning, a catÕs grin. Steve felt content in his pants, his passion
temporarily sated despite MelanieÕs sufferings.
ÒAre you going out today, dear?Ó Kara asked Steve.
ÒYeah,Ó Steve answered.
ÒI guess I will too then,Ó Kara said. She looked at Melanie. The girl
had on a Hello Kitty t-shirt, her lovely breasts underneath without any bra.
Her nipples pressed into the shirt. Her breast buds slumbered, just a hint
of them pressing into the shirt. ÒDo you think you can be good and do the
math problems Steve gave you?Ó Kara asked Melanie. Without looking up
from her plate, but giving another small whimper, the girl nodded ÔyesÕ.
ÒMuch improved from yesterday,Ó Kara said to Steve, of Melanie.
ÒYes,Ó he agreed.
ÒI still would have liked to see you fuck her ass, though,Ó Kara said
to her husband.
ÒWe have plenty of time,Ó Steve answered. He looked at his wife.
ÒYou were so lovely last night. I couldnÕt resist.Ó Kara smiled. But
inwardly, she felt herself scoffing at him. Yes, it was pleasant enough to
take him, to feel the great explorer driving himself into her, but she had
long since wearied of such ordinary pleasures as the missionary position,
no matter how much it still delighted her husband. Men in general bored
her. She wanted Melanie, and the number of depraved pleasures she
wanted to see the girl subjected to was rapidly escalating. If her husband
couldnÕt do the bitch, she would do her all by herself, using a big strap-on
to relieve the girl of her cherry. And she wouldnÕt just do her pretty
bottom. She would take her hymen too. Something about the girl being so
chaste and perfect bothered her. So far she had had exactly one spanking,
something she might have received in elementary school if theyÕd all lived
a few decades earlier.
ÒDear,Ó Kara said, looking at the girl fidgeting beside her. Melanie
looked up from her food. ÒPerhaps you and I should stay in today. I have
some chores I need to do and you could help me.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Melanie said. She gave another quick sigh as her bottom
shifted in her seat, inspired by a new movement of her hand to her mouth.
Steve watched the girl put food in her mouth, chew it. When she
swallowed, he did too, though his mouth was empty. He looked at his wife.
ÒYouÕre not going out?Ó Steve asked Kara. The woman shook her
head.
ÒNo, I donÕt think so,Ó Kara answered.
ÒI thought you straightened out the infirmary last week,Ó Steve said
to his wife.
ÒI did,Ó Kara said. ÒBut thereÕs more work to be done.Ó
ÒOh.Ó Steve said. He looked at his plate, ate a little, then looked at
his wife again. Melanie caught his gaze and suddenly there was an
awareness between the three of them that Kara had something planned.
Something she wasnÕt sharing.
Perhaps it was the intimacy theyÕd experienced the previous night,
Kara and Melanie in the bed together, or Kara holding the girl down, or
Steve fucking his wife after MelanieÕs caning, as the girl lay sobbing
beside them on the bed. But whatever had allowed for it, they all suddenly
realized they were thinking of the same thing: how to once again broach
the subject of MelanieÕs training.
ÒI donÕt want to,Ó Melanie glancing from Steve to Kara. The woman
grinned.
ÒDarling it is not a matter of wanting,Ó Kara said to the girl. ÒYou
are a virgin, and itÕs time to end that.Ó She listened, as if for the wind,
but it had died with the advent of morning. ÒToday would be a perfect day
for it,Ó she said.
ÒIt would be a perfect day to get some work done too,Ó Steve
countered.
ÒWe have many days to do our studies. But Melanie will only be with
us for two months,Ó Kara said to her husband. ÒShe has a lot to learn.Ó
ÒI donÕt want to,Ó Melanie said petulantly.
ÒKaraÕs right,Ó Steve said. He looked at the girl. She must have felt
some agreement, however unconsciously, for as he gazed at her the nipples
in her shirt became stiffly erect. Like twin invitations, and he suddenly
decided to accept.
ÒWill there be more... pain?Ó Melanie gulped.
ÒYou have not even tasted pain,Ó Kara said to the girl. MelanieÕs face
paled. Steve, quickly clearing his throat, said,
ÒWhat Kara means is that yes, obviously, losing your hymen is going
to be painful. And I still want your bottom. You know that. ThereÕs no
easy way to break in an ass.Ó He shifted in his chair. Melanie trembled.
ÒYou will get used to it after awhile,Ó Kara said. ÒBut the first
times, it is difficult.Ó Melanie blinked.
ÒI want to stay a virgin,Ó she said. Kara extended her hand.
MelanieÕs, holding her fork, tried to withdraw, but the woman was too
quick for her, grabbing it before the girl could draw it away.
ÒYou must face your future,Ó Kara said to Melanie. ÒYou must grow
and develop. Not just physically,Ó she said, glancing at the girlÕs
prominent tits, Òbut spiritually. If you will only place yourself in my
care, and SteveÕs,Ó she added, hastily, almost forgetting her husband, Òthe
most intriguing delights await you. Not just the sting of the cane, which
you have yet to understand the full beauty of, thinking it little more than a
trial, but the perfection of...Ó Kara paused. Melanie blinked at her, afraid
yet tensely poised to receive every word.
ÒGo on,Ó Steve said. He guessed now what his wife was thinking of,
and he yearned to have her share it with Melanie. The girl was ripe.
Afraid but ripe, her nipples standing up like twin thorns.
Kara stroked MelanieÕs hand. ÒWhen Steve and I went on vacation, he
took me to a special place,Ó Kara said to the girl. ÒA house. I was made
to look very beautiful and then I was presented.Ó
ÒPresented?Ó Melanie asked.
ÒYes,Ó Kara said. ÒThere was a room. A smoking room, full of men. I
entered, looking very pretty in the fishnet stockings you saw me in last
night. Not the same pair, those became ruined in the course of my evening,
but looking very beautiful as I entered the room in them, according to
Steve.Ó She glanced at her husband. He grinned. ÒMy job was to serve the
men drinks,Ó Kara told Melanie. ÒLike I said, I was perfect. My hair, my
nails, my makeup expertly applied, having been done beforehand by several
women in the house. But I was also naked, except for my stockings, and a
pair of heels. Even as I entered the room, trying to do my very best,
carefully walking in my too-high heels, keeping my back straight, my head
high, my tray level, I knew how it would all end.Ó Kara drew in a deep
breath. Her breasts moved, tight in her flannel checked shirt.
ÒYes?Ó Melanie asked, leaning forward in her chair. Kara squeezed
the girlÕs hand.
ÒThe men pinched my bottom, as I did my best to serve them,Ó Kara
said to Melanie. ÒOne man, angry when I spilled a little of his drink on his
leg, pouring his glass for him, because someone pinched me just then,
slapped my face.Ó
ÒHe was mean,Ó Melanie offered, then gasped. In speaking, her
bottom had shifted in her seat.
ÒYes, he was mean,Ó Kara said. ÒThey all were. For it was a test, to
push my limits, to expand my boundaries. I had been told beforehand what
would happen to me there.Ó She sighed. ÒI was there to be mistreated.
Abused, slapped, degraded. Yet through it all I must accept, must keep
doing my best, no matter what happened to me. It was quite an ordeal. I
will not make light of it. I didnÕt know the men, only Steve did, and the
women of the house left me alone with them, not helping me, not until
after it was all over. It was just a roomful of men and me, and I had to
learn to endure.Ó
ÒOh my!Ó Melanie gasped. Kara squeezed the girlÕs hand more tightly.
Melanie winced.
ÒDepravity can be extreme or it can be delicate,Ó Kara said to the
girl. ÒIt can be the hard, sharp blow of a cane or it can be the slow,
unending titillation of a feather. I was tied up, after I had recovered from
my trials at that house. Tied up in a bar, at SteveÕs urging, and made to
drink. Water, liquor, juice. When I was quite full, tied to a post with my
legs splayed, sobbing from what theyÕd done to me, a beautiful woman
appeared. I had not seen her before, but I learned later she had been
watching me the entire time. She presented me with a little bowl, a
lovely painted white china bowl, putting it down on the floor between my
obscenely spread legs. But despite what IÕd suffered, I couldnÕt bring
myself to pee in front of all those people, even though I had to go very
badly, from all the drinking theyÕd made me do. So she took a big ostrich
feather. I never knew such things could be so usefully wicked! She tickled
me between my legs until I let go of myself, of my bladder, humiliating
myself in front of all those watching eyes.Ó
ÒOh God!Ó Melanie blurted.
ÒBut through it all I was never harmed, never really harmed,Ó Kara
told Melanie. ÒOh, there was plenty of pain, and a great deal of pleasure
too, intermingled with it, each contributing to the other. But no matter
how ruthlessly they used me, they were always, in the final analysis,
considerate of my needs. Of my real needs I mean. Not my thinking needs,
the needs I think I must keep satisfied, but of those that were truly
essential. Everything else was stripped away, so that I could learn to
surrender myself more completely.Ó
ÒThatÕs awful!Ó Melanie said. Fear showed in her eyes. But Kara,
keeping her hand in hers, said, ÒNo it is not, dear. For its whole purpose
was to help me surrender myself more completely to Steve, my husband.
He chose my lovers, he decided on my ordeals. And when we came back
here, back to our favorite place, I was even more ready for him than IÕd
been in the past.Ó Kara suppressed a smirk. It was a good speech.
Perhaps even one the girl would believe. Sometimes, given the right
moment, a girl could be beguiled into anything, sheÕd learned over the
years. Steve, listening with an astonished look on his face, said nothing.
Then Melanie gulped and said, ÒI would never do those things.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Kara said. ÒNobody expects that. But you must learn to
surrender. A bit at a time. And today we must start.Ó
ÒWith you and Steve, well, perhaps....Ó Melanie mumbled.
Kara rose from her place at the table. She still held MelanieÕs palm
in her own.
ÒWe wonÕt use the cane today,Ó Kara said to Melanie.
ÒAlright,Ó the girl said, blushing.
Kara turned to Steve. Despite their marriage there was a sudden
distance between them, Steve felt. He could see it in KaraÕs eyes. It was
a distance like that on oneÕs marriage day. Melanie, her hand held quite
firmly in KaraÕs, stood up. She stood trembling beside the woman and
Kara, looking at Steve, said,
ÒI trust you are full, sir, for the efforts that will be required of you
today?Ó
ÒYeah. Sure,Ó Steve said. He was still looking slightly astonished
from the story Kara had told and his eyes were wide, uncertain, like those
of Melanie standing across from him. But there was no doubt about his
condition. A healthy lump in his pants showed. It strained at his jeans
and threatened to pop open his fly. Both women looked down, Kara with
her calm, confident face and Melanie with her nipples pressing into her
shirt like ripe thorns.
ÒWith your permission, sir, I would like to put a ring on that,Ó Kara
said to Steve.
ÒHmmm?Ó Steve asked. He shifted his stance and tried to appear
more casual. His face took on a harder look and Kara guessed he was
reaching, psychologically, for the upper hand between them. The hand of
the dominant male. She had shocked him with her story and now he was
trying to recover. She knew he felt uncomfortable taking orders from her.
It thrilled her to clash, suddenly and silently, with him. Her eyes flared.
Looking up at his face from his crotch she said,
ÒMelanie will need a little time to prepare herself. I will help her.
You will wait for us in our bedroom. See that everything is ready. The
straps, the gag, lubricant for your cock and her bottom. Plus a cock ring. I
want you to tie it around yourself, nice and tight. You had a little accident
last night.Ó Steve blushed, losing his newfound composure. ÒYes,Ó Kara
continued. ÒPut it on carefully so that you do not spill yourself. I want
your seed to stay in your balls, where it belongs, until it is time to fill
Melanie.Ó SteveÕs eyes met those of the younger blonde. She looked
squeamish, frightened. She fidgeted, as if trying to break free of KaraÕs
grip. The older blonde held her hand more tightly. Her eyes still flashing,
gazing at her husband with the air of command that she had wrested from
him, she said, ÒThis will not happen quickly. I know the speed at which
men sometimes like to make love. I want you to prepare yourself mentally
for a full day and night of activity.Ó Her eyes fell again to his groin.
ÒThat sort of activity,Ó she said, meaningfully concentrating on SteveÕs
lump. Melanie, knowing she would be the recipient of all Kara spoke of,
swallowed hard. SteveÕs throat felt dry. ÒWe have been married for
almost two years,Ó Kara told him. ÒYou have been a competent lover,
physically powerful, demanding... but always your work has come first in
the end. No more, sir,Ó Kara said, inserting the honorific in a kind of
offhand show of submission, even as she tied Steve around her finger.
ÒTonight you will perform. Completely. Devotedly. Your word will be law
but mine will be the greater law, because I am going to insist that you
confine yourself completely and totally to matters of sex and romance.
You will think about your work, but it will not be the work of magnetic
fields, or iceflows across the Antarctic. It will be the work of satisfying
two women, completely and totally, and keeping yourself always ready for
more, no matter what happens to you.Ó Steve frowned. ÒYes,Ó Kara said,
grinning now, ÒPicture yourself as you will be in our bedroom. Naked, but
with your cock upstanding, lewdly offering itself to whatever I and
Melanie choose to do with it. And we will do all sorts of nasty things to
it, for I wish to save her bottom for last, for tomorrow morning in fact,
lubricated and ready for you but still virgin, while she and I tease you and
torment you to the brink of total insanity.Ó KaraÕs eyes blazed. ÒI want
you to participate in this. I have thought about it for a long time. I want
you to give the commands that will cause you to be tested to the absolute
limit.Ó
ÒLike what?Ó Steve asked, finding himself suddenly staring
helplessly at his wife, Melanie almost an afterthought now, as his gaze
locked with that of the older blonde. Kara licked her lips. Again her eyes
fell to his crotch. ÒPerhaps a tube up your penis,Ó Kara said. She felt
Steve tremble, though her hand was gripping that of quivering Melanie.
ÒPerhaps a nice whipping, placed right on your dick. Maybe a good stiff
paddling on your buns.Ó
ÒNo,Ó Steve said.
ÒYes,Ó Kara smiled. ÒI donÕt want to just play today, Steve. For
MelanieÕs benefit, to help her understand the need for it, I want to push
forward into some real, honest-to-goodness pain. God knows, you are
going to screw her ass and make it all sore. DonÕt you think you should
share in the discomfort? That is what I am talking about, a real effort, on
all our parts, to find new limits for ourselves. To push ourselves.Ó She
gazed at him. She had enjoyed the missionary position the night before,
but only in a perfunctory way. She did not want a repeat of last night. She
didnÕt want her husband contenting himself with the conventional, even if
it was preceded by a measure of creative foreplay. She wanted more,
much more, and she wanted his commitment that he would devote himself
one hundred percent to it.
ÒReally, itÕs an awfully fine day to get outside and get some work
done,Ó Steve answered.
ÒYes!Ó Melanie chimed.
ÒNo,Ó Kara said. She turned to Melanie. Still holding the girlÕs hand,
she said, ÒHow is your bottom?Ó For a moment Melanie stared at her
blankly and then, shifting slightly on her feet, she answered, ÒIt hurts.Ó
ÒAsk him to fuck it,Ó Kara told the girl. Melanie stared. Steve
stared too, gazing at his wife, gazing at Melanie. Kara gripped the girlÕs
hand tighter.
ÒOwwww!Ó Melanie cried, feeling the tightness of KaraÕs fingers.
ÒAsk my husband to fuck you up the ass,Ó Kara told the girl. Tears
sprang to MelanieÕs eyes. She gazed open-mouthed at Steve. The man felt
a sudden surge of passion, focussed in his loins. It made the lump in his
pants bigger. MelanieÕs eyes dropped to the awful bulge.
ÒP- Please fuck me,Ó Melanie said to Steve, staring at his jeans-
covered penis.
ÒIn my ass,Ó Kara told the girl.
ÒIn - In my ass,Ó Melanie stuttered.
ÒAlright,Ó Steve breathed. Kara looked brightly at her husband, still
holding MelanieÕs hand in her own.
ÒWe will be with you shortly, sir,Ó Kara said. ÒPlease make yourself
comfortable in our bedroom in the meantime.Ó Her eyes glanced at his
cock. ÒBut not too comfortable,Ó she added, and let out a giggle.
ÒAs you wish,Ó Steve said.
ÒNo, as you wish, sir,Ó Kara said. Her eyes glittered. Steve could
see the womanÕs mind working and suddenly she said, ÒThese russian girls
have such a high opinion of themselves. They donÕt realize that theyÕre a
dime a dozen. IÕm glad youÕve chosen to entertain yourself with us tonight.
My friend here richly deserves to have her cum... uppance,Ó Kara smiled.
Steve caught on, although Melanie did not. He felt the distance between
himself and his wife again, complicit this time. He found himself
enjoying it as he felt it anew.
ÒHow much will she cost?Ó Steve asked, looking at Melanie. He
admired the way her breasts loomed into her shirt, nipples upraised.
ÒNot much,Ó Kara answered. Melanie gazing all unknowing, as yet
still excluded from their newfound game. ÒBut sheÕs a virgin, so that adds
to the expense.Ó
ÒPerhaps she costs too much,Ó Steve said.
ÒOh no, sir, not if you are willing to pay with a... pound of flesh,Ó
Kara said. Her eyes fell meaningfully to SteveÕs pants.
ÒThen again, prostitution is illegal,Ó Steve said.
ÒWhat?Ó Melanie, her eyes growing ever wider, squeaked.
ÒShhhh. Darling, we have a very nice man here and he is looking to
relieve himself,Ó Kara said to Melanie. KaraÕs eyes flashed at her husband.
An inkling of understanding came then to MelanieÕs eyes, gazing back and
forth at the woman and her lover.
ÒYou want me to play a whore,Ó Melanie said. There was a note of
surprise in her voice.
ÒIt is more fun that way,Ó Kara said to the girl. Meanwhile she
congratulated herself for her quick thinking, adding spice to their tryst
with this sudden new twist in the conversation.
ÒI donÕt want to be a whore,Ó Melanie said.
ÒIt is too late now,Ó Kara told the girl.
ÒIÕll take her,Ó Steve said. His throat was parched as he gazed at
Melanie.
ÒDo you have any particular perversions in mind?Ó Kara asked Steve,
as she held tightly to MelanieÕs hand.
ÒThe... uh... bottom,Ó Steve said. The conversation had twisted itself
around again to MelanieÕs impending sacrifice. He smiled. How exciting it
was, suddenly, to find himself purchasing what he could take so freely!
ÒI donÕt--Ó Melanie began, but Kara cut her off, saying,
ÒSir, she is still a virgin. You do not wish to have her hymen?Ó
ÒPerhaps later,Ó Steve said. Looking at his wife, but pretending she
was a madam he barely knew, he asked, ÒHas she been broken to the
whip?Ó
ÒA man paid to cane her last night,Ó Kara said to her husband.
ÒHowever, he was found wanting, when the time for the act came.Ó
ÒOh. A pity,Ó Steve said.
ÒI trust you will not have a similar misfortune, sir?Ó Kara asked her
husband.
ÒNo. I--Ó Steve paused. Looking at his wife he said, ÒWas the
gentleman last night... was he completely without the ability to satisfy?Ó
Kara smiled.
ÒHe managed a fine tribute in the end, sir, but not in the girl,Ó Kara
said.
ÒOh. Well, as long as he didnÕt leave people wanting,Ó Steve said.
ÒNo sir, but tonight... how much money did you say you have, sir?Ó
Kara asked.
ÒI...Ó Steve fumbled in his pocket, forgetting himself in the game. He
had no money in his pocket. It was in a drawer, in their bedroom. There
was no reason to carry money around in his pants in Antarctica. Kara,
gazing at him, said,
ÒIf your donÕt have any money in your pants, sir, then I guess thereÕs
only one alternative.Ó
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó Steve asked.
ÒA pound of flesh,Ó Kara said.
ÒYou spoke of that already,Ó Steve replied.
ÒI would like to try some new techniques,Ó Kara told Steve.
ÒNormally I would not be so intrusive on my customerÕs pleasure but
seeing as you donÕt have any money...Ó
ÒYes?Ó Steve asked.
ÒYou would not mind if I would be present in the room with yourself
and the girl?Ó Kara asked her husband.
ÒTwo cunts are better than one,Ó Steve said.
ÒOh, it will not be that sort of thing, sir,Ó Kara answered. ÒI have
some customers who enjoy a little pain now and then. I would like to
improve my tactics. If you donÕt mind, you seem well-equipped to handle
what I have in mind,Ó Kara told her husband, gazing again at his crotch.
ÒYou mean my penis,Ó Steve said. He enjoyed the frankness of saying
the word.
ÒYes sir,Ó Kara answered. ÒIf it is strong and healthy I think it will
be able to endure what I have in mind.Ó
ÒI think I can handle it,Ó Steve said. He swallowed hard. As he stood
before his wife, whom he thought he knew so well, he felt a sudden doubt.
And fear. It made his cock all the harder. Kara turned, taking Melanie
with her.
ÒIÕll get the girl ready, sir,Ó Kara told her husband. ÒPlease donÕt be
impatient.Ó And then she walked out of the room, head high, Melanie
stumbling submissively behind her, led by the hand, turning to look back at
Steve as Kara yanked her around a corner.
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