Icy hot sex with Ms Kyoto

The door to Melissa's hot pink prison opened and light came flooding in for the first time in she didn't know how long. She didn't even notice at first, but eventually she picked up the sound of Ms Kyoto's voice. She blinked her unfocused, rolling eyes and craned her neck just in time to catch a glimpse of her tormentor's svelte figure in silhouette before Ms Kyoto closed the door behind her and turned the thermostat down to a standard room temperature.

Ms Kyoto chuckled. "Got your attention now, have I? Sorry to interrupt. Looks like you were really absorbed in something there." Her feet made soft squishing sounds against the sweat-soaked, spongy floor as she padded into the room.

Through the continuous distractions, Rocketgirl faintly registered that Ms Kyoto was completely naked, save for a pink sapphire collar and matching pink sapphire ring. Rocketgirl had never really noticed how beautiful Ms Kyoto was, but now, with her body continuously stimulated and used sexually for who knows how long, she couldn't help but stare in awe at the gorgeous woman. Rocketgirl's eyebrows rose in light, involuntary flirtation and she groaned a bit more enthusiastically around the penis gag as she climaxed this time.

Ms Kyoto slowly knelt down and switched off the vibrator. Melissa mewled an unintelligible objection, then groaned as Ms Kyoto pulled the vibrator slowly out, undid the belt buckle, and removed the mock power belt from around Rocketgirl's waist. She made eye contact with Rocketgirl and tossed the belt unceremoniously aside as the hose emptied the belt, sucking the last of the collected pussy juice into the ceiling.

"You've been such a good girl," Ms Kyoto said, glancing down now at Melissa's pussy. She smiled, noting that the heroine continued to leak a steady and significant flow of vaginal fluid. "So productive for me," Ms Kyoto continued, leaning down. Melissa gasped as Ms Kyoto slowly licked her labia from one end to the other, then repeated the gesture, her tongue venturing deeper into the heroine's crevice, her lips caressing, then lightly kissing the heroine's pussy lips. Rocketgirl spasmed and came again, and Ms Kyoto eagerly swallowed as much as she could.

"I've thought of you slaving away in here, sweating in this unbearable heat," Ms Kyoto said, unhooking the power bra and switching off its hose. She and Rocketgirl both watched the hose take up a final jet of milk, then watched as Rocketgirl's massive, swollen, overworked tits continued to gush into the power bra, quickly filling it to capacity.

"And I've felt so guilty, because I've just taken a long, cold, ice bath," Ms Kyoto said as she removed the power bra and lowered her head to Rocketgirl's chest. Her ice cold lips enveloped Rocketgirl's right nipple and she suckled greedily. Meanwhile her ice cold right hand grabbed Rocketgirl's left breast and squeezed. Milk poured from her nipple and cascaded over the fingers of Ms Kyoto's hand before trickling in rivulets down Melissa's sweat-covered chest and sinking to be absorbed in the spongy floor.

Ms Kyoto sat back up. "I have a gift for you," she said ominously, then reached up slowly to unclasp the collar from her neck. Rocketgirl felt the pink sapphire touch her own throat and then Ms Kyoto's ice cold fingers clasp the collar around her neck. "Because I'm wearing this ring," she said, "I can signal the collar to suppress any attempt you make to use your superpowers or to escape. But something tells me I won't need to use the collar." She smirked as the conditioned heroine came yet again, with no noticeable stimulus in sight. Beyond Ms Kyoto herself, of course.

And now Ms Kyoto undid the straps of the penis gag, gently removing it from the heroine's aching mouth. "Oh, no, Ms Kyoto, I -- ohhhh!" She was startled as Ms Kyoto lowered her ice cold, rock hard nipple to Rocketgirl's lips. "Oh, oh," she moaned as the nipple danced back and forth, tenderly brushing her lips before backing away again teasingly. "Ohh, mmmp!" Rocketgirl darted her head forward to nab Ms Kyoto's nipple between her lips. She sucked in to envelop as much of the cold, round breast as she could, her tongue swirling eagerly around it, drinking in the cold, a welcome contrast to her own overheated body. Momentarily she was rewarded with a stream of ice cold milk, too, and she swallowed this excitedly, the milk helping to spread the cool feeling inside her body.

Not wanting to cede her advantage too quickly, Ms Kyoto pulled back, Rocketgirl's lips making a soft popping sound as they unwillingly released Ms Kyoto's breast. "I've harvested more milk and vaginal fluid from you in a month than I thought I'd get in your first year," Ms Kyoto said excitedly. "So I think you deserve a little reward. Don't you agree?"

Ms Kyoto's cold palm touched the heroine's abdomen. Rocketgirl gasped and sucked in her abs reflexively, but gradually brought them back up to meet Ms Kyoto's palm. She wanted that cool feeling, needed it to offset her own skyrocketing body temperature. Ms Kyoto slowly traced her hand down to cup Rocketgirl's pussy, pressing her hand into the hot, wet folds. Rocketgirl wailed and her eyes bulged as Ms Kyoto's cool fingers squeezed her clit. Then Ms Kyoto's fingers slid easily inside Rocketgirl's warm, wet pussy, juices leaking around her fingers as the heroine still hadn't stopped oozing.

"Mmmm, ooooohhh, ahhhhh, yesssss," Rocketgirl moaned, her pussy clamping and squeezing around Ms Kyoto's fingers as the villainess's other ice cold hand caressed the heroine's curves. Rocketgirl rolled into wherever Ms Kyoto touched her, so eager was she for the cold. Finally Ms Kyoto traced the heroine's neck and reached up to caress her face. Rocketgirl trapped Ms Kyoto's hand between her cheek and the spongy floor, moaning in ecstasy, kissing the villainess's palm gratefully.

"But I know what you really want," Ms Kyoto said, leaning back and removing her hands from Rocketgirl's body. She sat astride the heroine now. Her thighs were cold but her own pussy was becoming warmer and wetter as this encounter went on. Rocketgirl pressed her thighs into Ms Kyoto's, again seeking their cool touch.

Ms Kyoto slowly traced her cold left foot down Melissa's right leg. She deftly flicked open the brace on the bungee cord. Melissa's eyes widened in disbelief. Was Ms Kyoto setting her free? Ms Kyoto's right foot made a similar journey down Melissa's left leg and flicked open that brace, too.

Slowly, achingly, Melissa moved her legs for the first time in a month. First she drew her legs together, closing the gap around her crotch and causing a small geyser of her vaginal fluids to spray up into Ms Kyoto's own excited twat. Then she slowly bent her knees, wincing at the mild discomfort of the unfamiliar motion. Ms Kyoto's legs moved in time with Melissa's, the villainess careful to continue to provide the heroine with contact with her cold skin.

While all this was going on, Ms Kyoto also slowly lowered her torso so first her abdomen, then her breasts were touching Melissa's. "Ohhhh," the heroine moaned elatedly. She dared not hope but then yes, Ms Kyoto's left hand caressed the heroine's right arm and snapped open the bungee cord there, then her right hand did the same to the final bungee cord.

Ms Kyoto was ready to put the pink sapphire collar to work, but as expected, there was no need. Rocketgirl sat up quickly, wrapping her arms and legs around the ice cold body of her captor. "Oh, Ms Kyoto!" she exclaimed as she pressed their bodies together, her heat and Ms Kyoto's cool mingling. Ms Kyoto smiled when Rocketgirl pressed her lips into hers and thrust her tongue into her mouth, swirling around and tasting her own milk and juices.

Rocketgirl's eager hands, having caressed every inch of cool skin on Ms Kyoto's body, now subconsciously reached to stimulate the villainess's pussy. But Ms Kyoto couldn't have that; she had to remain in control. So she gently grabbed the heroine's hands, removed them from her pussy, shook her head and chided, "tsk tsk," then rubbed Melissa's right index finger over her lips and sucked the digit slowly top to bottom, pushing and pulling it randomly in and out of her mouth. The heroine's eyes rolled in her head as she orgasmed repeatedly. Finally, after all this stimulation on top of the month she'd just had, Rocketgirl passed out.

Ms Kyoto remained sprawled on top of the heroine, enjoying the feel of the soft rise and fall as she breathed in and out. Ms Kyoto fell asleep, she and Rocketgirl tenderly embracing each other.