Frozen

You find yourself standing in a freezing cold dungeon, but not a dark gloomy one. This one glistens and shines and is made of ice. Along the frozen walls hang an assortment of snowmen, some with limbs or facial features missing. “Let us go...” they keep singing.

You’re suddenly distracted by a stunning platinum blonde, who pushes open the doors, making her entrance. The snowmen immediately fall silent.

“Well, well,” she says, “looks like I have a real man to play with at last.” A wicked smile plays on her lips. “My name’s Elsa, but you may address me as Your Majesty, or maybe your mistress.”

She stamps her foot, and ice spreads across the ground towards you, rising around your feet, fixing you to the ground.

Elsa walks over to you. “That should keep you firmly in place. Don’t try to escape, or you’ll find your whole body covered.”

She removes her cape, and drops it to the ground. “Maybe I can warm you up,” she says, her hand moving to below your waist, the icy cold from her fingers piercing through your clothing. “Make you want me so much, yearn for my hot body, but I’m sorry, I’m just an ice maiden.” You gasp in relief as her sub-zero hand leaves your crotch. “I’ll just leave you with blue balls.”

She slowly starts to undress in front of you, revealing her pale flawless white skin and her beautiful breasts, the nipples soft despite the low temperature. The cold clearly doesn’t bother her. “Enjoy the view, my ****, this is just the pleasure before your pain. Soon it’ll be time to see what I can do, test your limits.” She looks down at the bulge in your pants. “Maybe I’ll turn that into an icicle,” she says, as she pulls down her dress further, revealing her platinum pubic hair, and then the hair goes whiter still as the dress falls to the ground, and she steps out of it, ice forming over her platinum pussy, growing large. “Or maybe I should have the icicle,” she says, as she stands there with her newly-formed giant frozen dildo thrusting out towards you.