Chilling together

What the hell was Brand looking for?

The rubbery, slapping sound of her freezer opening and closing had long since past. The ice maker had sounded its rumble. And now it seemed Brand was determined to search through every drawer in her kitchen.

This was stupid. Vanessa picked herself up. She didn't have to wait in this humiliating position. Footsteps sounded, approaching the dining room. Vanessa's felt anxiety rush through her, and she plopped her torso back down on the hard wooden surface of the dining room table. She made sure her face was opposite the doorway, so that Brand couldn't see her few fallen tears... or her darkening eye.

Somehow the latter seemed even more a sign of weakness than her tears; even though it was an uncontrollable side effect of being struck. It was a badge of her ****, worn on her face. No one had even seen it, yet Vanessa hated it already. Hated herself, for being the victim.

With her head turned, Vanessa could still feel Brand's eyes crawling over her from the doorway. This exposed, she was glad for the shirt covering her back and even the bunched up skirt around her waist.

"Just checking. You haven't moved, have you?"

That was where she was. Glad for a flimsy open blouse and her ass hanging out of her skirt, **** to maintain her own humiliation in her own home, laying down like a trapped mouse in front of a fox. That was the new Vanessa Lockley.

Brand's presence hung nearby. Even without Vanessa able to see him, he somehow filled the room with his oppression. It appeared the question was not rhetorical. Vanessa licked her lips...

"No, sir." Vanessa lied. Lied about the split moment she dared to think she might have the courage to stand, to stop displaying her ass and her sex. Yes, that sounded like the new Vanessa Lockley.

"Hmph. I'll be only a moment longer." It didn't sound like Brand believed her, but he left. And returned, startling Vanessa as a hard bag of something slapped into the table beside her head.

A bag of frozen kale cubes. A remnant of Vanessa's never-realized New Year resolution to start making her own healthy juices with a juice maker she had gotten the last Christmas. She grabbed it, and pressed it to her face to cover her eye and reduce the oncoming swelling. And to further hide her tears.

Brand's footsteps circled the table, to behind her. Vanessa swallowed, her heart quickened. She listened closely for the tell-tale sound of him unzipping his fly. Was this it? She suppressed a pained whimper of anticipation. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

A chair was dragged across the floor instead, and Vanessa heard a creak of hardwood as Brand sat behind her. She did whimper then.

He was behind her. Just sitting. Fucking sitting and contemplating her privates, staring right at her! He was so close she could feel the heat radiating off of his face. He sniffed, once, loud and deep. Uggh! Smelling her, her... vulnerability. Vanessa's thighs tightened, trying to close, but she refused to move her feet. If she did, Brand would order her to open her legs again... So she let her thighs and buttocks twitch, struggle to close, but she kept her knees and heels firm.

"That's a good girl. Don't close up for Daddy. You're doing so good."

Vanessa wanted to puke. There was a clinking sound behind her, a sound of something hard on glass, and she squealed when something cold, cold! and wet touched her buttcheek. Of course. She had heard the ice maker...

"You spread one cheek, 'Nessa. I'll spread the other, okay? Reach back..."

No... god, Brand was still running the ice over her backside, causing goosebumps, causing her flesh to tighten...

She wouldn't cause another... . This was... it was something that she could do. After all, she had just been prepared to get ****. She had to do this. Holding the bag of frozen kale against her injured face with one hand, Vanessa spread her ass with the other. Brand took the opposite side. He began circling the melting ice closer to the center of Vanessa's butt, and then down her crack, and then further, to her back door...

Vanessa could picture the ice in her head. It was crescent shaped - with a flat bottom, a bulging curved top, and two tapered ends where the top and bottom met. Her sphincter spasmed as the muscle touched **** cold. Brand pressed one end against her. The wedge started opening her up, and his thumb **** it a little farther. The slippery ice surface started to slide inside her... getting over the bulging middle was mildly painful, but in a moment more it passed and Vanessa gasped. Her anus flexed and involuntarily sucked the back end of the crescent right in.

"Whoop! There it goes!"

One of Vanessa's heeled feet stomped the ground, protesting the freezing sensation in her bowels. But the discomfort only lasted a moment, until it settled into something a little more... pleasurable wasn't quite the word.

Tolerable?

That didn't mean that she liked it! She wanted to scream. To bite, and fight, and kick. But she couldn't, and her sensitive, erotic parts were being toyed with by this madman. She didn't like it, but her body was reacting...

A wet sound came from behind her - Brand must be sucking the ice before putting them on her body, so they wouldn't stick, and to smooth them. He ran another ice crescent around her anus... then slid it down, over the split of her throbbing black box. It was so cold, it burned as it contacted uncharted flesh. It went down further, causing her hairy lips to shiver, and then it touched her clit.

It was a touch painful, but mostly just... different. A different sensation. Numb and cool against the hot bundle of nerves of her feminine nub. It was slippery. It didn't pull or stick. Brand circled again and again, melting it against her clitoris, hardening her pearl further, and then the ice went back up... it felt better going up than down, as her body adjusted to the unfamiliar temperature -

Brand popped it inside her without warning, shoving the slippery remaining ice inside her slick tunnel along with his long finger. It settled inside her, melting quickly. Up front Vanessa's lips pressed together. Hard.

"You like that?"

Vanessa shook her head.

"Oh? You should see your pussy back here. She's quite active. It's like she's trying to eat her cold treat up."

Brand's phone clattered on the table, sliding towards Vanessa's face. A video looped on it, about four seconds long. A glistening, hairy black vagina - her vagina, was pictured. It was flexing, pushing inward, and relaxing back, and the looped movement was happening over and over. The action looked unspeakably perverse. Vanessa couldn't believe that was her... her own anatomy staring at her, pulsing in that horrible manner. What else was it doing, where Brand could see it? What did it reveal about her?

"Please stop looking..." Vanessa whispered, so softly no sound passed her lips. Another clinking sound came from behind her, as Brand prepared another crescent.

It pressed against her anus. "You've been lying to me, haven't you Vanessa?" It smoothly started to **** her tight ring open, right in front of Brand's eyes. Vanessa couldn't tear her own eyes away from the phone. Now that she knew what Brand was seeing... it was one thing to know how exposed she was to his eyes, but now she had the vision of what he might be seeing behind her. With her spreading her ass for him. Could he see the inside of her, through the lens of the ice he was putting inside her?

What had he asked? Lying? "No, Sir." Her insides became chilled again, as the second cube to violate her anus completed it journey, to melt inside her.

A third crescent pressed against Vanessa's anal sphincter. This one felt different. Stickier, rougher. Brand hadn't sucked on it beforehand. Feeling the difficulty of it pushing against her, Vanessa unconsciously spread her butt harder, to try to open herself up. She gritted her teeth.

"You're still lying." God, this one hurt! Brand **** it inside, painfully and slowly. His finger followed it into her rectum, pushing deep inside. Vanessa let go of the bag covering her eye and slapped the hard table underneath her.

Fuck! "Dammit, okay I lied once! I wanted to get up. I'm sorry!" Sorry?! For trying to stand up? Or for not having the nerve? "This doesn't feel good, though! Stop, Brand!"

"Did it feel good before? On your cunt?" Brand pressed another raw crescent against Vanessa's anus.

Vanessa buried her head down, resting the front of her forehead right against the table. "I don't know, Brand," She muttered. Behind her, the raw ice cube was screwing back and forth, shaping itself with her puckered hole, threatening her with more, "... Sort of."

Brand began pushing the next cube in with his thumb. It was so cold...

Instead of becoming easier, her sphincter muscle was contracting more as it froze, and its surface was becoming more tender at the abrasion of the now-rough intruders. The next insert was **** against her little butthole. "You've lied twice, and lied more about your deception. We can't have a healthy partnership here if I don't know what you're thinking. How can I make you happy if I don't know what you like?" With a final thrust the next piece of ice was inside her, and immediately another began twisting its entry into he backdoor. Vanessa again slapped her hand down loudly.

Happy?! She was fucking dying of humiliation, and beyond sore. Melted and half-melted ice was floating around her bowels, and her vagina was leaking out the water that had long melted inside of it.

The next cube started forcing its way in. It was sticking, and her butthole was shutting down. It refused to open without ****. The cold was tightening it, and Vanessa was in no mental place to relax herself. She let go her buttcheek and placed both hands on the table to try and raise herself up. She couldn't take it anymore. Brand stood up over her, his hand was on her back in an instant. His weight crushed her back down. With a hard thrust, he popped the next crescent inside her.

"If you like what I'm doing, Vanessa, I want you to tell me."

"Stop it! Dammit, Brand, I'm sorry I lied! It hurts! I'm sorry!" It did hurt, but it was the torment of being without control, having her tiny asshole used against her will, that hurt more than the raw physical pain. It was tearing Vanessa up...

"Well, now, how do I know you're not lying now? You might be enjoying this." Vanessa actually laughed, a painful, humorless bark at the absurdity of Brand's obtuse logic. "Don't get up, or you'll have quite the beating to explain at work tomorrow."

The words 'beating' and 'work tomorrow' froze the businesswoman more than any amount of ice sloshing around her rectum. Her sacred place... she couldn't go in with two black eyes, a split lip, and god knows what other deformities. She was already in bad shape; she couldn't look like an advertisement for eliminating domestic **** in front of all the people that she knew... who she was supposed to have the respect of.

Brand got off her back, and Vanessa stayed bent. He began forcing yet another crescent inside her contracted hole. Somewhere, in the back of her muddled brain, Vanessa was able to bitterly note that at least she was so closed up between violations that she wasn't leaking the water from her ass onto the floor.

The wide, rough hump of the cube stretched her yet again, and Vanessa stomped her foot. She pounded her fists. It entered, and a spasm caused Vanessa to gasp.

...Something was happening inside her. Whether it was the unnatural cold burning her from the inside, or just the torment of a proud woman being ****-fed objects by her anus and into her gut, something contracted. Cramping began - twisting and painful.

"Brand! Mister Barrington! Something is wrong... just slow down!" Vanessa pleaded, **** that she was keeping her legs accommodatingly spread through her whole procedure.

Brand patted Vanessa's firm buttock, "Don't worry, Blackie. You're almost halfway. You want Daddy to suck on this one for you first?"

Even with her body wracked by painful internal cramping Vanessa sneered at Brand's casual derogatory epithet. But... halfway?! She didn't turn down the offer, "Yes! Please!" At the very least it would slow him down, allowing her to adjust and time to melt the ice already inside her.

Brand was screwing another in already, as coldly sticky and rough as any of them, "No more lies, 'Nessa. I want to know everything that goes on in that thick skull of yours."

"F-fine." Vanessa squeezed her eyes shut and groaned as more ice was shoved inside her ass. How long were the cubes going to stretch inside her, back to back like that? Another was lined up to join the train. It pushed against her abused opening... started sliding in...

"Convince me."

"Urr..." The cramping was getting worse, the burning cold was building up more, and Brand was going even faster. "I promise, Sir, I won't lie to you." She would... she would get him for - Another popped in. Another was lined up. She was so cold. "Please!" Just give her the chance. Another slid inside her contracted, raw little hole. She would make him pay. She just... for now... to stop him from putting things in her ass... Another probed her backside. "I'll be good, Brand." It was getting **** in. "Sir! M-mas... I'll tell you when I feel good. I'll tell you whenever you make me feel good!" It was in, and another took its place. Just stop! Stop him! Vanessa banged her head onto the table, making a bump on her forehead... something else on her face that she would have to try to cover up tomorrow. More ice slid in, threatening to send her convulsing, cramping insides into a seizure, "Please, Daddy, I'll be a good little - !" Fuck, just shut up now! Fucking take it, you stupid bitch! Vanessa clamped her teeth shut, before more words spewed out of her.

Her submission hadn't helped her torment anyway. Brand shoved two more wedges up her insides in rapid succession, and something ribbed and rubber probed at her wet butthole. "Just one more... one little wine stopper. It'll help hold it all in. You're such a pretty old gal, you don't want to mess yourself right here, do you?" Vanessa groaned as Brand stopped up her backside. Her tight ass clamped down on the rubber, sealing the contents of her bowels in.

"Stand up and face me."

Vanessa turned. She noted that she didn't even care that her breasts were once again revealed to Brand, or her full frontal bush. Then, why should she? He had just spent the last few minutes destroying her rectum for no better reason than he could. He hadn't even been touching himself! Vanessa's pain and humiliation meant that little.

"Is it secure? Try jumping up and down."

Vanessa almost burst into tears. Not little drops of shame, but real waterworks.

No. She could do this. It was almost over. The cramping was subsiding... she flexed her calves, and gave a couple of half-hearted bounces, feeling her unsupported breasts jiggle and sway. The movement actually helped her insides, slightly heating up and repositioning the ice melting inside her. She wondered if some of the cubes had melted and refrozen together, creating a kind of long, thin ice snake inside her.

"Good. Just push it back in if you feel it coming out."

The words hung in the air. With her recent movement... Vanessa flushed, and reached back, and repositioned her little stopper just a bit; pushing it further into her anus. Brand smirked.

"Leave it in there for now. What's for dinner?"

Dinner? How could she even think about... "I have -" Vanessa grunted in pain, trying to recall some earlier thought she had, "...some premade meals. You - could have two... If you want two. There's, ah, salmon dish... a Thai salad with shredded pork... a -"

"That's very thoughtful of you. Those sound good for for now, Ms. Lockley. I don't doubt that you'll start preparing better shortly."

Vanessa opened her mouth. She thought better of it, and closed it.

With one finger, the black executive awkwardly held the rubber wine plug in place between her ass cheeks as she waddled off to the kitchen.