Melissa becomes a fucksicle

"It's too bad M2 had to run off so soon," Ms Kyoto said, turning her attention back to the real Rocketgirl at her feet. "But I suppose it's for the best. After all, we wouldn't want to fall too far behind schedule. It's time for your bath."

"Bath?" Rocketgirl asked, finally getting her wits about her again enough to try to escape. "You mean to wash all this yellow gunk off me? No, thanks. I really should be going. Maybe a rain check?" She started to climb to her feet so she could make a run for it.

"I'm afraid I really must insist," Ms Kyoto said, drawing a dart gun and firing twice before Rocketgirl could react.

The sharp stabs of pain emanating from Rocketgirl's ass passed quickly, replaced by a numbing sensation that spread first up her torso, then down her legs. She wobbled a bit before going totally slack and slamming to the floor.

"Wwwwwhhh dddddd..." she couldn't even vocalize her question.

Ms Kyoto pushed a button on her belt and a panel in the floor slid away, revealing a pool of water beneath. "Jump right in, the water's fine," she instructed. When Rocketgirl didn't move, Ms Kyoto laughed. "Oh, that's right, I just tranquilized you. You can't move a muscle. Not to worry; I'll take care of you." She kicked the heroine, whose body slumped into the waiting pool below.

Rocketgirl panicked. Unable to move and save herself, would she drown here? Was this the end for her? But Ms Kyoto's hands reached into the pool and rotated her so she floated instead, her face above the surface of the water so she could breathe.

"Right now the water is at a cool 70 degrees. I'm going to chill it for you, down to about 10 degrees below freezing. There's not too much water in there, so it shouldn't take too long to solidify around you. Then I'll be back to finish the job."

After Ms Kyoto left, Rocketgirl could only blink helplessly as she floated on the cooling water, staring up at nothingness. Before long, she felt her teeth chattering and goosepimples forming on her skin. She shuddered once or twice involuntarily before the water became so stiff that even those small twitches were impossible. As the water became pure ice, Melissa's thought process slowed significantly, her brain unable to process much beyond the short, deep, staccato breaths it had begun automating so she would survive being frozen in a chunk of ice.

Perhaps an hour elapsed before Ms Kyoto returned. She pried open the frozen heroine's blue lips and wedged apart her chattering teeth, popping a ball gag into her mouth. Next she inserted two long straws into Melissa's nostrils. Finally she poured a vat of water over her captive, filling the rest of the gap of air between the heroine's body and the floor of the room above. The water quickly froze as Melissa could only watch in horror. The tranquilizer had long since worn off, but she was now totally frozen, encased in a large block of ice. Only the straws Ms Kyoto had thrust into her nostrils kept her breathing.

Ms Kyoto walked out of sight again and the remainder of the ceiling of Melissa's aquatic prison slid away. Ms Kyoto stared down now at a perfectly preserved heroine in ice, embedded in the floor of the room above.

A sharp squeal sounded in Melissa's permanent earbuds, then she heard Ms Kyoto say, "Let's get you out of the floor and into a more suitable location, shall we?"

The villainess whistled and two brawny men approached carrying axes. Melissa feared for life and limb as the men swung away at the ice, but they never tore her flesh. Instead they gradually chipped away at the ice, eventually using pulleys to haul her from the floor. She was placed upright on a hand cart, the block of ice now flush with her buttocks, breasts, face, and the top of her head.

"A lean ice cube, just your size," Ms Kyoto said. "You're an icicle now. The once proud Rocketgirl, now my Melissicle." She pulled the straws from Melissa's nose and the ball gag from her mouth. Draping her arm over the popsicle person before her, she opened her mouth in a pantomime of Melissa's gaping lips.

Melissa felt her captor's warm, round lips and longed for the feeling. It was the only warmth in her entire body right now. Ms Kyoto's tongue suddenly invaded her mouth, licking the roof of her mouth and wagging obsessively against her own frozen tongue. God, it felt incredible! Melissa soaked in as much warmth as she could from the villainess's French kiss.

Too soon, Ms Kyoto pulled back with a smile. She frowned as she looked down at Melissa's frozen crotch. "Hmm, seems we've forgotten something," she said, beckoning her male assistants back with her finger. She grabbed their chins and turned them to look at Melissa. "Think you can drill down into there for me? What good is a fucksicle if you can't even fuck it?"

The trio laughed and one of the men walked off. The other grabbed his axe and made quick work of the remaining ice between Melissa's legs. The other man returned with a drill and before long, Melissa felt the air of the room on her pussy, then the men's fingers scratching and rubbing at her to scrape away the last of the ice that had covered her slit.

"Marvelous. Thank you, boys," Ms Kyoto said. "As a reward, how would you like to break her in?"

The men needed no further invitation. Both instantly dropped their pants. They hauled Melissa's ice block off the cart and laid her down. She felt the warmth of one man's meaty hands through the ice covering her breasts as he worked his way up to her gaping mouth. She couldn't close her eyes or her mouth as she felt his veiny penis slip past her lips and settle on her tongue. It twitched a bit at first, then just sat there.

"Hey, she ain't doin' nothin'! What kinda blow job is this?" the man complained.

"She's a fucksicle now, darling," Ms Kyoto replied. "She can't do any of the work for you. She's not just frozen on the outside -- she's frozen inside, too. You'll have to fuck her face yourself."

Melissa watched the man raise and lower himself over her face. His penis expanded inside her mouth, his veins pressing against her lips and teeth, his shaft sliding teasingly back and forth over her tongue. He began thrusting faster and faster, and before long she felt the head of his penis twitching. Suddenly there was a burst of hot, thick, salty liquid erupting from him. It shot down her throat and around his penis, flooding her mouth. She gagged, which only excited him more and hastened the rest of his orgasm.

As the man's semen began oozing out the corners of Melissa's mouth and pouring down the block of ice around her face, the man withdrew his cock. Melissa's mouth was overflowing with semen, and she began gagging.

"Christ," Ms Kyoto declared, grabbing the drill and pushing the man off Melissa's face. Quickly she drilled away the ice in front of Melissa's neck and massaged the heroine's throat until she finally swallowed once, twice, three times. There was still lots of sticky semen coating the walls of her mouth, but it no longer prevented her from breathing.

"Your turn," Ms Kyoto said to the other man. Melissa didn't see her second **** until he was already inside her. His hard cock penetrated her frozen pussy, and she hated herself for wanting him to stay inside her forever. As he pushed deeper, she felt her vagina warming up from his body heat, her body welcoming him and the sensation of heat, of life, that he brought to her frozen body.

"Wow, this bitch is tight!" he exclaimed, his long, hard shaft rapidly getting even longer and harder under the strict pressure applied by Melissa's frozen cunt. "Is she a virgin?"

"I have no idea," Ms Kyoto declared. "But now that she's a fucksicle, she'll always feel like a virgin. Ah, the miracles of science. A frozen pussy is just as tight as a virgin pussy, so it will always feel like the first time."

Always? thought Melissa. How long does she plan to keep me in this state?

The second man's hot seed shot into Rocketgirl's vagina in several long streams, and she felt their long, slow travels warming the deepest recesses of her sex. He pulled out, and before she knew it, the men had righted her block of ice once again on the hand cart.

"You're my fucksicle now, Melissa. And judging by your performance with my boys, you'll be a huge hit. But we have to make sure to keep you on ice, if you know what I mean." Ms Kyoto walked around behind Melissa, who felt herself tilting backwards, then saw the ceiling roll by as Ms Kyoto pushed the hand cart out of the room and down several long hallways.

They stopped before a heavy metal door. Ms Kyoto undid several clasps and locks, then heaved the door open, revealing a dark, frigid meat locker. Steam emanated from the room, and Melissa could see several feet of ice lining the walls, floor, and ceiling.

Ms Kyoto wheeled her inside. "Oh, boys!" she called, and the two men who'd broken in the fucksicle reappeared. "Be dolls and hoist her onto those meat hooks, would you?"

The men lifted Melissa from the cart and thrust the top of the ice surrounding her onto two large steel hooks hanging from the ceiling. One hook protruded through the ice just to either side of her head, blocking her peripheral vision.

The men left the meat locker and Melissa was alone once again with Ms Kyoto.

Her captor shuddered and pulled her arms around herself, warming her body. "Brrr, it's freezing in here. I can't stay long, Rocketgirl. But I want you to know that even before I start hiring you out to clients as a fucksicle, I will provide for you."

She pulled a two inch wide, foot long steel rod from a nearby block of ice. The steel was caked in ice; it had clearly been in this freezer a long time. Ms Kyoto tried pushing a switch at its base but nothing happened. She tried again and again, eventually huffing hot air from her mouth to loosen the stuck switch. She pushed hard with both thumbs and finally heard a sharp SNAP! as the device came to life.

Unceremoniously, Ms Kyoto shoved the long, cold, hard, buzzing steel rod deep into Rocketgirl's pussy. Melissa would have frowned if she could -- the cold steel eliminated the last vestiges of heat she'd gotten from her ****'s spunk. But the mild stimulation the vibrator provided felt good nonetheless, much as she'd hate to admit it.

"Ta-ta for now, love," Ms Kyoto said, waving and blowing a kiss to her captive. "I'll be back with some more men who want to fuck you. I've got several lined up, but unfortunately we'll have to lay low for a little while. Don't want to arouse any suspicion now that you've been replaced in the real world by M2. But don't worry, I think we'll be able to get you fucked again within about two weeks. So just sit tight until then."

Ms Kyoto walked out and slammed the door shut, plunging Melissa into total darkness. The helpless, frigid Rocketgirl could hear her captor humming merrily as she locked and sealed the heavy door. Eventually Ms Kyoto switched off her microphone, and the only sound Melissa could hear was the faint buzzing of the icy steel rod in her cunt.