The Ice Queen

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“Ugh… where… am I… uhh…” stammered the sexy heroine. Jessica looked through dizzying vision to find herself in an ice cavern of sorts- now sprawled out on the icy floor, she found that she had been separated from the party as a result of an avalanche. Her vision was still blurry, but… no, she did not see anybody around. Were they alright? Many options went through her mind as she brought her legs closer to try to balance herself to get up. Her long brown hair was frazzled, and she noticed that parts of her outfits were torn in places. That was good- especially her black stockings, which were ripped around her shins. The cold had also made her nipples a little bit hard- she was just wearing her normal, peasant-style outfit, but the weather seemed to stretch the fabric along her chest extra-thick so the nipples were clearly visible through her large, pert bosom. This embarrassed her a little. She certainly wasn’t presentable right now. But to worry about fashion later, now, all she had to do was get up and find a way out.

Jessica made her way toward a light at one end. “Ugh,” she thought- it was still so disorienting. But what was more disorienting was that she began to hear voices. Not voices, per se, but one voice in particular, one like a siren, soothing, melodic, and calming. It was teasing, and a little bit sultry as well, repeating the same thing over and over.

“Alll alone, nobody to help you…”

Jessica looked around. She didn’t see anything, or anybody. What could be making that sound?

“Allll alone, nobody to help you…”

“What?” she cried out, “Who’s there?”

“You’re allll alone, nobody to help you…”

She was worried- the voice was getting louder, more teasing, and seemingly closer. She whipped her head around, her long hair batting around her face and delicately caressing her skin. Still, nothing. She asked again,

“Where are you? Who’s speaking?”

“Alll… alone.” That time it was painfully close, almost… next to her ear? Before she could react, she smelled a touch of dizzying minty breath, and then felt a pair of thick, soft lips touch upon her bare shoulder. They parted, rubbing moistly along her skin to present the tip of a tongue that delicate nabbed the surface follicles of the area, and then, pursing again, the pair suckled with a low-slurp sound as they lifted breathily off her skin. A pair of hands found their way around her chest softly, barely making contact with her.

“What the hell?” she cried, as she brought her hands to throw off the invading hands and step forward, turning around her to see her ‘assailant.’ But, it certainly was an expert touch, like sweet ambrosia, that she was caught off guard momentarily.

Her would-be captor was a variation on an enemy they had encountered before, a snow witch. She had a long black cloak, silver floor-length hair and gaudy jewels adorning her body. Her skin was a pale light-blue, and she wore sexy blue-makeup and heavy lipstick.

“Such a… bad reception. You’re lonely, and I want to comfort you, so just relax,” she sighed, taking a baby step toward Jessica.

“None of that! I’m looking for my friends, and I will take you down if I have to!” Jessica cried at the voluptuous lady.

“Mmmmm,” said the snow-witch, who put a teasing finger to her lips and sucked for a moment. “Your friends… are trapped, over there, I think.”

“What?”

“WHAT!?!?!?!” Jessica yelled. This couldn’t be for real.

“Look,” and the witch teasingly pointed to a wall of ice in the distance. Jessica looked in shock- yes, there they were, the hero, Yangus, and Angelo, frozen in the ice. She ran towards, but was stopped by the witch.

“No, no, no. If you want to see them out, I know how to get them out- but you have to relax, then strike a deal with me.”

“I’m not going to strike any deals with you, witch!”

“It would be a very… good idea for you to partake in this deal with me. I am giving you a very good deal. I promise not to harm you. Relax and listen to my deal, think about it…”

Jessica hesitated at this thought. But the point that she was making seemed a little bit logical. She wondered how she would escape otherwise, and how her friends would escape. And this woman had tried to seduce her. Maybe she wasn’t evil just as much as she was horny?

“How can I trust you?”

“Just relax. I promise you. You have my undying honor that I will let your friends go if you do something for me. But you need to relax.”

“Like what?”

“You have to dress up for me, and be my slave for ten minutes…”

“WHAT?!?!?! What makes you think you can do that?” Jessica was severely offended by this.

“Because I have power…”

“Power…” Jessica repeated back, fascinated. Yes, this woman was in power, she realized. And also, she found herself more compelled to listen and at least take in what she was saying. Maybe it was the way she waved her hands around when she spoke, or that sweet minty smell in the air, or the relaxing way she pronounced each and every syllable individually… but something in her gut told her that this woman would not lead her astray.

“You have to trust me. I want to help you, and just have a little bit of fun. I can’t help your friends for free. I’m awfully lonely, and so are you.”

That was true. She couldn’t expect this woman to be completely generous to free her friends.

“And also, your clothes are all worn out. You need some new clothes for the time being.”

All of these were very wonderful points. And it was just an outfit. This was absurd, but her normal armor was useless right now so she wouldn’t be any less safe, and she could just pretend to be a slave. But she needed to free her friends, even if it meant caving in to some weird random woman’s demands.

So, the woman handed her a package which she opened in the corner- filled with plush accessories and thickly embellished with that subtle, minty hypnotic scent. Piece by piece she put on her new outfit. First, a one-piece light blue swimsuit, like the skin of her mistress, that had a fuzzy cotton ball on her ass, then opaque, silky white stockings running up to her thighs, elbow-length white gloves, and a clip-on collar with a bunny logo on it. There were also bunny ears, and some makeup which she readily applied, painting her eyelids a deep blue and making her lips the same color. When she was finished, she was absolutely slutty, absolutely ready to be a slave.

She was a snow hare. And she knelt before the queen in a sexy pose. This outfit fit her perfectly.

“Now… fulfill your end before I ‘serve’ you. Release my friends so I know… you’re serious.”

“Certainly,” breathed the ice queen. She motioned and from behind her in her icy abode three voluptuous, scantily-clad snow witches walked out. They advanced toward the ice, and slowly, magically, pulled out the three heroes. When they came out, she was shocked to see that all of their eyes were glazed over deep blue.

“What did you do to them?” Jessica cried out, helpless in her hare outfit.

“I said I would release them, but that doesn’t mean that they are not my slaves now,” she giggled.

“You’re such a naïve fool,” laughed one of the other scantily-clad witches.

Jessica didn’t know what to do. No, this wasn’t the deal she expected.

"You're so stupid!" laughed another one of the witches. The trio lifted their caressing hands off the former heroes and began to point and laugh at her, giggling mockingly. "You stupid heroine! You should have been more of a challenge!"

"Shut up!" the bunny-clad heroine cried. This was embarassing though. She continued to defend herself, "You deceived me, you evil, evil,"

"Oh you shut up you stupid bitch! You're nothing but a dumb little slut!"

"No.."

"Dumb! Hahahaha" breathed one of the girls. Some slimes began to trickle out and chime in on the laughter. The name-calls of the seductresses and the main Ice Queen were echoed by the laughter and embarassing cries of the slimes, healers, and other monsters. Jessica was turning red with embarassment. No matter how she tried to stand up for herself, more monsters kept coming, and she couldn't convince them otherwise. Eventually the laughs and calls of "stupid girl" and "nananananananana" overpowered her as she hung over, red with guilt that was amplified by their knocks on her confidence.

It was so humiliating for Jessica to be like this- she was hunched over, her knees on the icy ground as her mistress stood over her and several other monsters surrounded her, laughing. A couple of slimes hopped into the vicinity and began to giggle at her as she looked up with beady eyes, one by one into the mocking eyes of those that she once tried to fight, once felt so strongly about vanquishing and now on her knees before, being absolutely humiliated. She was such a fool, and this… added to everything.

“There is no more hope for you, young one,” said the ice queen. She brought her hand between her legs, and with a menacing peel, removed the thin silk panty that hid her sex from Jessica’s submissive glances. The monsters watching gasped in anticipation, some of them still chuckling at how easy this heroine was to take. With her other hand she ran her fingers along the side of Jessica’s head, and cooed, “Your whole party has been completely defeated, completely enslaved by me, because of you… so just relax. You have nothing to lose, and we’re here to comfort you, so relax, my lovely. Ten minutes can be a lifetime… I’m giving you that choice. But you must fulfill your end.” She brought two fingers down to her pussy and spread them along it with a ‘v’ motion, letting it drip. “This is your new group. Succumb to the pressure to give in, and drop down, relax and give in.”

Obediently, Jessica fulfilled her end of the bargain. She was so helpless, weak, slowed, and partially hypnotized that her mind was open in her weak state. She began to bow and fulfill, being the slave she had agreed to be…

“Say you serve me…”

“I….”

After some banter back and forth, Jessica finally crumbled amidst the laughs in the background.

“I serve you, ice queen!” she began to lick, and lap up at her mistress’ pussy. But she was in such a horny frenzy that she wasn’t very accurate, and sloppily kept getting precum around her mouth, on her nose, and occasionally splashing on a sticky trail up her cheek. With each splash came chuckles of ah and victorious giggles from the seductress girls.

“Say it again… profess your servitude to me, slut!”

Jessica’s eyes were hopeless, humiliated, half closed and hung low as she helplessly lapped at her mistress’ pussy- her cheeks were red and her hair was all over the place, sticky in parts because of the cum and getting stuck to her face at times, or even to the pussy of the witch who occasionally had to bring down her hand to wipe away the fruits of her conquest. One of the healers burst into laughter, "You're such a funny heroine! You call yourself a heroine, look at you, you're so horny!"

But Jessica was ignoring this, and just lapping and lapping like an animal in heat, running her hands to pat the perfect ass of her captor and savoring the slightly tangy taste of her mistress’ fluids. She was so lost, and wanted relief so badly (even though her new queen would not allow her the privilege) she ran a hand down to furiously touch herself, masturbating as she ate out the ice queen. The queen simply smiled as her new thrall was lost in both directions, sucking and taking, sucking and taking gently, letting her quest and everything she fought for fall as she sat on her knees, spread out, with the laughter of many in the background. And the snow witch was thinking this was surely the sweetest victory, to have a former heroine sucking a monster’s juices. The slimes laughed at her "such a horny slut now!"

“Say it!”

“Yes, mistress!!!!” she screamed, thrusting her face deeper and deeper into the moist, dripping labia that was beginning to throb.

“Suck my cum, slut! Suck it all, every last drop of it!” With demonic intensity the snow witch reached down, grabbed the back of the heroine’s head, and thrust her violently into her pussy.

“Make me cum with the vibrations of your scream!” she commanded, as Jessica opened her mouth wide and began to yell, part in submission, part in animalistic lust, into her captor’s pussy. This was exactly as planned… the vibrations of her moans and screams pushed the witch over the edge as she began to rock in orgasm and the cum exploded, absolutely exploded. Messier than getting hit in the face with a pie, Jessica was being rubbed against the thick juices as the throbbing continued and continued. The spectators- slimes, healers, and other denizens of the dark laughed and clapped at this sexy conquest- many had masturbated to the sight although I’m not sure how to describe what happened with the slimes…

When the two recovered, the snow witch got up.

“I fulfilled my end… and brought you pleasure, my love. Pleasure of serving me, pleasure of being mine forever…”

The last pangs of the former Jessica resounded in her mind as she realized that there was no turning back. This was her new life, and she may as well embrace it completely, enjoy her new mistress and destiny of servitude.

“Yes… and I am so grateful to you, queen. I promise… promise to be an obedient handmaiden of darkness…”

She kneeled and kissed her mistress, first on the hand, and then… leaning in, to once more kiss the dripping pussy that had finally claimed her. The ice queen put her hand to her mouth and let out a playful giggle, followed by a menacing smile. This had been a wonderful victory. And a wonderful journey. And a very funny, humiliating experience for Jessica- the laughing monsters certainly agreed.