Turn Up The Heat

Hot air began to blow into the room. Lois kept sucking the icy dick, which had begun to soften at the edges. Her tongue and lips felt numb, and the sticky, salty liquid she had been swallowing had left a trail down her throat and given her an ice-cream headache.

So the reporter paused for a moment, as the heat in the room rapidly rose. She licked her lips, and wondered at the circumstances that had brought her here...to somebody's dungeon, naked, sucking a dicksicle just to get the key to escape.

And being filmed, she added, staring past the ice-cock and seeing a camera focused on her.

"That cock won't suck itself," Angelica Blaze's voice said through the speakers.

Lois bit back a retort, since she knew it would do no good. There was a better use for her mouth.

The cold surface was slick as Lois placed her lips back on the shaft, evidence of the ice-cock starting to melt. Somewhat easily, she fell back into the repetitive licking and slurping, working it deeper into her mouth. The heat was rising rapidly, and within minutes Lois felt like she was in an oven, trickles of sweat running down her face and armpits. The dull ache in her head was worse, and she was swallowing the cum-flavored ice-water automatically, without even thinking about it.

The reporter paused again, panting a bit in the heat. The ice-cock was visibly thinner now—at least the tip, which had lost most of its definition, and the first few inches. The back of the cock was still looking almost as thick as ever, despite the way it was slowly dripping, and that's where the key was. Lois knew she had to get at it...

Maybe if I deep-throat it? Lois thought. The heat of my body should help melt the dicksicle faster.

Determined to at least try it, Lois Lane put her plan into action. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she moved forward until the hard, cold tip of the icy dick touched the back of her mouth. She took an experimental breath through her nostrils and, steeling herself, pushed forward.

The problem with suppressing the gag reflex is that it is a reflex—an automatic reaction. Almost immediately, Lois felt herself start to ****, throat and stomach convulsing. She paused, focused on her breathing, rode out the wave without backing away...and when it had calmed down, and the back of her mouth felt number from the cold, she pushed forward again. This time, despite another twinge in her epiglottis, she felt it enter her throat...and her lips seized the back of the icy cock where it emerged from the wall.

Now, Lois said to herself as she began to suck and swallow the melting ice-cock. Just have to keep going until I get the key.