Heavens no! Hide in your dorm!

You barely escaped Cindi's wrath by the skin of your teeth. You have seen her angry, and it was scary enough that you don't dare see her amorous. You just know you would end up serving her your heart chilled and chopped before your head hit the pillow. It's one thing to face off with the eerie elemental with a half bluff and a hard head, but you just know the chilly cutie would have you all soft and melty in minutes.

So, you spend the rest of your day in classes that aren't quite as interesting as your first, but if anything you are grateful for the rote memorization of all manner of vvtichcraft so you can escape the nagging thoughts of the enticing ice girl. By the time you are finished with your classes, your head is full, you body is bushed and you have no plans but maybe to nuzzle up with the overly familiar feline.

Unfortunately, Becca is conspicuously absent when you get home. Then again, you suppose she would be 'popular' amongst the dorm with her eagerly erotic personality. It's just as well. You don't know if you have the energy to entertain that ball of playful perversion. Instead, you step out of your clothes, conjure up a set of snug satin PJs, and slip into a sound slumber seconds after sliding under the sheets...

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"Wake up, slut. I wouldn't want you to miss the fun." For a surreal second, you stare at Cindi standing over before you, unsure if you conjured her in your dreams, or if this is a wet nightmare cum true...

SLAP

The stinging pain answers your first question, but as you get your bearings, more perplexing problems pop up. You can't move your limbs, though you seem to be standing spread eagled. Your mouth is immobile, making spell casting impossible for a novice like you. In fact, you can't move a muscle. It's almost as if you've been...

"Frozen solid by a ice cold cunt that doesn't like being stood up?!" Cindi's lips curl into what could be considered a smile, if snarling rictus grins count. "Don't worry, I'm not a mind reader. It's just what you silly sluts always take ages to figure out." Cindi coos as she turns you to face the mirror, your reflection revealing you are frozen in a star position, your skin as blue and pale as the ice elemental's, save for your chest and groin. You don't have to ask why she left them full of flowing blood and feeling, but the answer chills you to the bone...

"Heh. Yeeeeep. I left your tenderest bits warm and waiting. I've heard that the removal of all sensation in the rest of your body amplifies the parts that are still warm. I've never tried it on myself...I prefer to be in control. Then again, you've probably figured that out. Too bad you figured it out to late." Cindi makes a show of sounding sympathetic as she rubs her body against yours, her glistening glacial pasties and panties melting against your feverish flesh. Your moan echos in your mouth and your nipples ache as if a million needles are sinking deep inside them and filling them with boiling bliss.

"Not so fast, ****. Don't go shooting off just yet. Don't you want to savor the suffering a little while longer? I know girls like you. My favorite flavor of fucked up. The tarts that crave the tease more than the please..." Cindi coos as she cups your melting mound. She's wrong...she has to be...you love cumming your stupid brains out. You wish she would slide her fingers just a little deeper, plunge in deep and hard and oh so hot. You want to be fucked like the stupid slut you are. You want to lose yourself in empty headed ecstasy exploding like a star and freeing you one way or another from this torturous trap.

But...

You NEED her to prolong your pain, nurture your neediness, amplify your agonized arousal, make a masochistic masterpiece of whimpers and wails all silenced by unforgiving frost. Because deep down where she refuses to reach, you know it's better to deny yourself release. The punishment you crave...the pressure building so high as her thumb slowly circles around your clit but never quite touches it...her nipple grazing yours cutting like broken glass and her hands cupping your breasts as if ready to lick of her fingers when they melt away...your body begging, but praying she will deny your prayers so you can hold out long enough to see some unfathomable truth...maybe if you can hold out this time you'll be rewarded with the pleasure that is always promised, yet somehow always seems to come up short from the long build up...maybe you'll be redeemed...purified...made perfect and worthy...

Worthy of...

"Heaven. That's the word you're looking for right? Well as much as I love a blasphemous bitch..." Cindi slides her fingers inside you, but instead of an eruption of white hot euphoria, you feel a spreading chill that keep the pressure bottled up, but not ebbing. "I'm afraid I need to get some sleep." She digs her dainty digits into your heaving breasts and they stiffen and stop in mid air, leaving you a lewd statue as she says, "Don't worry. I'm sure someone will find you eventually. Not Becca, if that's what you're hoping. I had my cheer squad entertain her so we would be free tonight. And they are very entertaining. Still, it shouldn't be but a day or two before someone checks on you. A week at most. You won't die in the meantime. You'll just wish you had. Hanging on the precipice for every eternal second on the cusp of climax, but powerless to push you over the edge. And to think, you could have avoided all this just by coming to see me."

She looks so pained as she turns to go that you can't help but feel a little guilty. The truth is you didn't just reject her...you rejected the parts of yourself you were worried she would awaken. You wonder how long you confused stubbornness for strength, but the thought and feelings are lost in the maelstrom roiling inside you. You pray to any god or goddess that will listen to free you. To let you loose from the fate you ran from for so long, knowing that you might never be able to escape it's clutches...

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It might be hours before you stop being able to think in complete sentences, or maybe minutes. You always did get dumber the closer you came to cumming...

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Word are the next to slip away in the sticky swirl tearing through you but never busting free. You can only think in yearning yelps now, if you can call it thinking...

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It isn't long before you lose even sounds. Even an echo of a thought it beyond you now. Nothing left but feeling, greater than anything you've ever felt before...beyond pleasure or pain, damnation or redemption, Heaven or Hell...

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And then, you just become the ache...

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And...

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You...

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Wait...

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"Hey, bestie. Sorry I've been gone all week. Those cheer sluts know how to partEEEEEEEE!" You can't hear Becca's scream nor feel her hand rub all over you in an attempt to thaw you. You can see, but not perceive her as she calls for help and the RA rushes in to see what she is caterwauling about. You are unaware of their extensive efforts to free you. 'Blissfully' ignorant of the growing number of 'expert' attempts to thaw you. However, with Cindi unwilling to take back her cold curse, ultimately, all they can do for you is lock you up in cold storage...

But you don't mind...

It's plenty warm on the inside...