A Touch of Frost update

Caitlin laid on the bed, facedown, ass up, presented to Killer Frost like a trussed-up turkey fresh from the oven. She actually didn’t mind. It made things simpler, being a sex object, nothing more than a piece of meat that Frost would enjoy as part of the deal they’d struck. Caitlin didn’t know if she could take being on her back, having Frost crawl over her, the two of them embracing like lovers. She’d rather be taken. 

Only Frost wasn’t doing that. She was looking at Caitlin. Her eyes full of affection. A strap-on dildo wound around her hips and waist, either planted among Caitlin’s possessions on an earlier, clandestine visit or purchased and secreted away back when they were still one flesh. 

Frost stood over Caitlin, eyes devouring everything, all of her bare skin, each curve, her heaving breasts, her ruddy nipples. She wanted to squeeze and fondle and tease Caitlin’s sweet tits until the girl begged for mercy. But Caitlin’s thighs beckoned her more. Trim, slender, with firm, resilient flesh offering itself to her eyes and her touch alike. Frost slid her hand up the satin-smooth thigh until her fingers brushed against the roads of feminine juice running from Caitlin’s quivery sex. They flashed silver as they froze on Caitlin’s inner thigh, and Caitlin cringed. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Frost teased. “Need to warm up a little more?”

“You tell m-me,” Caitlin stuttered, trying to keep her teeth from clacking together. “You’re the one who knows me so well!”

“You’re right. I think I really need to heat things up.” 

To emphasize her point, Frost drove two fingers inside of Caitlin’s sex. Caitlin gasped, cunt and body clenching so hard it was like she was being sucked down to Frost’s chilly touch, like there was a whirlpool pulling on her. She had expected sex with Frost to be strange, but not so—intense!

“Ooh, that’s a good start!” Frost chuckled. “I know how tasty your cunt is, Caitlin. I’d definitely enjoy it. But I also know what a hot ass you have. And if you’re anything like me, getting fucked in the black cherry is going to make you see God.” Frost slapped her hand down right on the curve of Caitlin’s ass. “How’s that for being good to yourself?”

She ran her hand up and down the slopes of Caitlin’s buttocks, the gentle touch and cruel chill of her fingers sending little shivers through Caitlin’s spine. Excitement mingling with terror mixing with anticipation, until Caitlin wasn’t sure what any of them were. 

“That’s how mine you are, Caitlin Snow. You’re a part of me and even if someone else got to your sweet little cunt first, your virgin asshole is all mine. On the floor, lover.”

Frost didn’t wait for Caitlin to obey—perhaps it wouldn’t be as satisfying as she did—instead she thrust Caitlin off the bed, dumping her down to the floor. Caitlin let out a whinge of protest as she hit the ground, looking up at Frost with her nose scrunched in consternation.

“That hurt!” she complained.

“That was nothing,” Frost said archly, something about her theatrical warning reminding Caitlin of a child about to tell a spooky story.

She lifted Caitlin up to her hands and knees, taking up position behind her like a rider mounting a steed. Caitlin looked straight ahead and saw she’d fallen within view of the mirror she’d been looking into when Frost first arrived. She could see Killer Frost behind her, the black strap-on fearsome against her milky white skin, the blue lips of her labia visible behind the base of the dildo. 

Surging forward, Frost shoved the cockhead down the middle of Caitlin’s pert ass. The rapid thrust slapped against Caitlin’s puckered anus, but didn’t get past its tightly clenched entrance. Frost laughed and smacked the weighty heft of her dildo against either half-moon of Caitlin’s buttocks. 

“I know you’re scared, baby, but don’t pretend you’re not curious. You’ve dreamed about this, even if you’ve never actually done it. But let me tell you, I know what it’s like to have a nice big dick ream out your ass. You’re gonna love it, Snow. You’ll come so hard, even if you put this genie back in her bottle, you’ll never forget who that backdoor belongs to.” She smacked Caitlin’s ass with her bare hand and Caitlin shook so hard, she might’ve been having a seizure. “Gotta be cruel to be kind, baby. Can’t let you know how good it feels without fucking that tight ass open.”

Caitlin shivered with emotion that was impossible to suppress. The thought of having the long, thick cock she’d seen Frost brandish crammed into her ass made Caitlin feel like fainting dead away, regret she’d ever seen Frost tying its enormous length to her groin. No matter how many times Frost repeated her intentions, the full impact of her promise—her threat—slammed through Caitlin’s thoughts like an out-of-control eighteen-wheeler.

“By my ass, you mean just my body, right? You don’t literally mean my ass, you mean like ‘watch my ass,’ ‘kick your ass’.” Even Caitlin’s voice trembled. “You’re not really going to sodomize me, are you?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. I’m just going to fuck your nice…” Frost patted Caitlin’s backside. “Fat… ass. Spread those legs for me, Snow. Momma needs room to work!”

Submissively splayed before her tormentor, her monster, her savior, whatever the hell Killer Frost was to her—Caitlin could only think to obey. She was helpless, with no choice except to do as Frost asked and hope she was sincere. And still the prospect made her shake with fear. And admit it wasn’t entirely fear that had her shaking.

As much as Caitlin hated to admit it, even think it, the thought of being sodomized had long been one of her most depraved fantasies… something she’d hoped to reveal to her husband when their relationship was at its most intimate… not have forced out of her by this nightmare given flesh, all of her secrets and fantasies wrapped in her own fetching physique.

Caitlin opened up her legs, trying to do it by degrees, not give her doppelganger much workspace, but it was enough for Frost to thrust her thumbs into the humid valley between Caitlin’s buttocks. Caitlin felt Frost’s hands groping her asscheeks, thumbs splitting them apart, with an odd combination of warmth and cold. No matter how icy Frost’s fingers were, her ass felt hot to the touch as Frost pulled. Caitlin felt as though she were being ripped apart.

The pad of Frost’s thumb brushed against her tiny, puckered anus. Caitlin felt herself clench. There was no mistaking it. She’d almost come.

“My sweet baby’s definitely enjoying herself,” Frost purred. “Mm-hm… now we both know what you like… but still a little too tense. Do you want it to hurt, Snow? Is that it? Would you like it if I forced it inside and really made you feel it?”

“No… no, please…”

“Not to worry, princess. Of course I’d never do that to my little girl, my good little girl. I’ll make it nice and wet for you, Caitlin. You won’t feel a thing…”

Changing her aim, Frost lined up the dildo with the lips of Caitlin’s pussy: wet, ready, almost forgotten in its need. Idly, Frost wondered if Caitlin would come from her pussy alone. She didn’t remember them ever getting off without a little clit action, but then, she’d never been the one driving the cock before.

With a pump of her hips, Frost thrust into Caitlin’s pussy. “Not a thing, Caitlin—except what I want you to…”

Caitlin cried out as Frost entered her, the dildo driving deep inside her, stretching her. It wasn’t long, but it was thick. When it was fully settled inside Caitlin, it felt like a telephone pole had been stuffed inside her. She writhed, trying to accommodate the massive impalement, and Frost smiled to herself as she watched Caitlin wiggle—helpless not to enjoy herself.

“Mmm,” Frost purred. She was able to stop herself from really fucking Caitlin by remembering that she was literally just in this to lube up the dildo. Nothing else. “Someone’s enjoying herself. I thought you were a doctor. How can you be such a perv during a simple medical procedure?”

“Just get it over with,” Caitlin pleaded. “Just fuck me!”

“So spunky!” Frost jibed. “Even willful while you beg for my cock. Don’t worry, Caitlin. I like your ego. You can try to hold onto it while I show you how many orgasms a big cock in your ass is worth.”

Frost grinned to herself, though—sure Caitlin would be broken in like a wild horse by the time she was done taking her double’s anal virginity. She completely pulled out of Caitlin’s sex, gratified by the way Caitlin whimpered as her pleasure came to an early end. Then she placed the tip of her dildo against the tight ass Caitlin Snow was famous for. She pressed forward, not entering Caitlin, but placing an insistent pressure right where she was most vulnerable.

Caitlin resisted, her very body against enjoying itself. Caitlin was perhaps constitutionally incapable of allowing Frost into her ass. Frost knew she was excited—it was dripping off every inch of her strap-on—but this was all too new, too different, something that scared her as much as it aroused her. So many of Caitlin’s other lovers would be deterred by her reluctance, but Frost was uniquely situated to know how Caitlin would come to enjoy herself. She kept up the pressure against Caitlin’s virgin asshole until it had no choice but to relax. 

Caitlin keened as after twenty-odd years of being her body’s sole owner, of fighting for control with Killer Frost, she found her asshole being irrevocably and indisputably possessed by Frost. She cried out in pain, the delicate inner workings of her rectum tortured out of their natural shape. Surges of agony detonated inside her, sending unfamiliar tightness through her nerve endings. It was like when she’d lost her virginity to Jason, and that comparison made it feel even more strongly like she belonged to Killer Frost now—that whatever happened from then on, she would forever associate her asshole with the overwhelming sensation Frost was now causing in it.

“I know that sound, baby girl!” Frost put her hands on Caitlin’s waist, holding the slender flesh tightly as she bodily pulled her dildo back from Caitlin’s clenching ass. “You like it. It hurts and you like it. This big cock is showing your asshole how it’s meant to be used and you fucking love it!” When just the knob of the dildo remained up Caitlin’s ass, Frost lovingly stroked the flanks of Caitlin’s silken soft body. Her cool hands relieved the feverish sweat of the pain Caitlin was enduring. “And I love you, Caitlin. I love you so much, I have to fuck you. I have to give you all the fucking happiness you deserve myself!”

She fiercely drove her dildo into Caitlin’s rectum, her smooth thighs smacking against Caitlin’s ass. She pulled out, Caitlin’s tightly knotted body relinquishing her strap-on more smoothly this time. It only invited Frost to fuck into her asshole again all the quicker. She didn’t linger, retreating from Caitlin’s ass almost immediately. Sodomizing her again just as rapidly. Frost kept up the pace, fucking Caitlin’s ass rhythmically, methodically. Reaming her out. Letting her know in no uncertain terms that getting fucked in the ass was not a one-time occurrence. No, from now on, Caitlin’s body—and most especially her once-virgin asshole—was Frost’s property. If it weren’t, how could she possibly give it so much pleasure?

As much as Caitlin might mentally dispute that claim, her body had no doubts. The incredible stretching of her anal passage had her feeling like she could simply rip apart at any moment. If Frost’s dildo had been big when it fucked her pussy, it was a monster in her ass.

But as Caitlin’s inner muscles relaxed, her enjoyment grew. She had initially reassured herself that any pleasure she felt was just a misfiring neuron, an errant response to impossible stimuli. This was a completely new sensation for Caitlin; she didn’t know how to respond to it. But it was becoming clear that for her body, at least, the only response was ecstasy. Her empty pussy leaked sexual juices without the hindrance of any stimulation there; it would only get in the way. Caitlin felt her cream running down her quivering thighs, now overwarm, the chill of Frost’s icy touch there almost forgotten. She would’ve welcomed any less heated sensation there now.

Caitlin’s arms collapsed underneath her. She was barely able to fold them under her head—her vulnerable ass stayed high in the air, taking Frost’s vigorous drives. It was impossible for Caitlin to sort out the cacophony of sensations assaulting her body. She felt weak. Her limbs were like jelly, unable to support her or even to move. Her breath was pained panting. Her stomach was tingling butterflies, surprisingly light in feeling for how forcefully Frost was making her take the strap-on. Maybe I’m in love…

The toned muscle of Frost’s thighs grinded against Caitlin’s soft, voluptuous ass. The girthy dildo spread her buttocks and went even deeper into her anus. Caitlin could feel it soaring to her bowels and back out. In all the times she’d imagined anal sex, even seen pornography, she’d never imagined she would be so aware of having something fucking her in the ass. Her body grew hotter with every thrust. Frost was fucking her faster and faster. Caitlin was going to faint. Her asshole seemed to be desperately open. The huge dildo threatened to ruin her delicate anus. The slickness of her vaginal juices muting the friction of Frost’s passage in and out of her ass seemed like the only relief she had.

Caitlin was thankful for that small mercy in the midst of this erotic torture. The hurt she had felt when first penetrated was now becoming something very different, harder to deny, pain that wasn’t entirely pain and pleasure that was so much more than just pleasure. Whatever she was feeling, it more than made up for that first shock of discomfort. Frost’s dildo was satisfying wants she hadn’t even known she’d had, feeding a sexual fire inside her that had been guttering for an eternity. She felt it in her wet cunt as well as her pained asshole. The sensation was everywhere. It filled her. It engulfed her. 

The stretching and pulling of muscles she had thought immobile was bringing Caitlin to heights she’d never known before. Similar to her earlier orgasms, like peaks in the same mountain range, but this summit was much, much higher. And all thanks to Killer Frost. Caitlin couldn’t believe the gratitude she was feeling—the clamoring inside her for more of this horrible ravishing, more, always more!

“This is how… I play with… my toys!” Frost husked, her voice as rough as Caitlin felt, like they were somehow going through the same thing—like it was exhausting Frost as much to fuck Caitlin as it was wearing Caitlin out to be on the receiving end.

Frost leaned over Caitlin’s bowed body, reaching underneath her to find her sex. Two fingers traveled inside of Caitlin’s pussy, ice cold, and Frost flexed them as Caitlin quivered in every inch of her body. Her pleasure-wracked flesh was fully Killer Frost’s—it was betraying her utterly. Orgasm loomed over her. It would come down on her at any moment.

“Mine,” Frost breathed into Caitlin’s ear as her searching fingers found an engorged clitoris, teasing it and toying with it, knowing exactly how to touch it to turn the spasms of Caitlin’s body into earthquakes.

Caitlin was hit with the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, Frost fucking her ass and fingering her cunt and stroking her clit all at once. She had no choice but to climax, and more violently than she had ever done before, either on her own or with a lover. She was like a machine designed only to come—Killer Frost her operator, pushing her into the red, with only her expert attention keeping Caitlin from outright exploding.

But slowly, fitfully, Frost eased her down from the plateau of endless ecstasy Caitlin spent an eternity on—slowing the thrusts of the dildo, the caresses of her fingers—working Caitlin down from feeling something like multiple orgasms at once to one every few seconds, then every dozen seconds. 

Until finally her overstimulated sex could finally give out, the pleasurable afterglow she felt balanced perfectly on the cusp of pain. Caitlin felt like she had been fucked as hard as it was physically possible for her body to take. Anymore and her heart would’ve given out.

“That’s how much I love you,” Frost said, pulling the dildo out with one final, shattering instant of pain. “Hope you don’t get ice cream headaches—next time you’re gonna make me feel the same thing.”

“Okay,” Caitlin said, tiny and dazed. More even than the multiple orgasms she’d had from being sodomized, she couldn’t deny that Killer Frost’s feelings for her were real. If they weren’t, there was no way this could’ve felt so good.

“And I’m gonna wear your face on my cunt until you do it.” Standing over her double, Frost unstrapped the dildo and let it fall down beside Caitlin’s slack face. “Put that away for me, will you, love? I’ve got places to be. Next time I ass-fuck you, I’ll use a bigger one to really ruin your ass. That’s what you do when you own an ass, after all. You break it the fuck in.”