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From the moment of her birth, the dreaded Imperial general known as Esdeath had always felt perfectly at home surrounded by ice and cold. She had been molded by it, growing up in the frozen wastes to the north of the Empire where she was forced to hunt and kill ravenous beasts for her supper. She had been strengthened by it, rendered an invincible force of destruction by the demonic blood that now flowed through her veins. She had reveled in it, using her nigh-limitless control over ice to lay waste to villages and slaughter millions of foes in the name of the Empire.
But now, after everything she’d been through, she would have been perfectly happy spending the rest of her life on some distant tropical island where she would never see so much as a single ice cube again.
“N-nmmtmm thrmm… N-nmmtmm frrr…”
“Count louder, Snowball.” The cruel voice that barked at her was just as biting as the leather flogger that cracked against her breast. “Unless you’d like to start all over again?”
“MMMMMMGGHH! N-NMMTMM FHFF! N-N-NMMTMM SMF!”
In hindsight, the trap should have been obvious to her - no, not even in hindsight. Deep down, she had known it was a trap all along. There was no way a division of that size could defect from the Revolutionary Army without being immediately slaughtered by Night Raid. Her old colleague Najenda may have grown soft, but she would never let a potential information leak of such magnitude go unchecked. And the reports that one of the defectors was her beloved Tatsumi had been a transparent attempt to goad Esdeath into investigating alone.
Unfortunately, as obvious a ruse as it may have been, it still worked. If there was even the tiniest chance Tatsumi had finally decided to join her, Esdeath couldn’t just stand by and risk seeing him cut down by his former comrades. Besides, it wasn’t as if anyone in the Revolutionary Army had any hope of even scratching her.
And so, Esdeath had set out alone to investigate the alleged defectors. If Tatsumi was there, she would smuggle him out and hush up his involvement with the rebels to spare his reputation. If he wasn’t, she would work out her disappointment by slaughtering every single one of the traitors who had dared get her hopes up, then blame the carnage on Night Raid if anyone ever asked her.
It wasn’t as if framing them would be a particularly hard task, after all. She was still dumbfounded that the Prime Minister’s plan with the advertisement flyers hadn’t been immediately seen through by everyone with half a brain.
Somewhat unsurprisingly, instead of a camp full of ex-rebels seeking to rejoin the Empire, Esdeath had run into a small army of soldiers waiting in ambush, complete with no less than five different Teigu users gunning for her head. It was almost adorable how they had thought such a paltry force would pose a challenge for her.
If she’d been thinking more clearly, she might have realized Najenda would never have endorsed a plan as foolhardy as trying to overwhelm Esdeath with mere numbers. Every last soldier in that army had been unknowingly ordered on a suicide mission, all in the name of lulling the sadistic general into a false sense of security as she butchered her way through them with ease.
It was only once the last of the dregs had fallen to Esdeath’s blade that her true adversary struck. With tens of thousands of dismembered corpses littering the field around her, it was all too easy for a single assassin to play dead and hide himself among her fallen foes, waiting until the moment she stepped into his range. Only her finely-honed instincts allowed her to dodge at the last moment, suffering only a tiny nick on her thigh instead of a severed leg.
Unfortunately for her, that tiny cut was exactly what her attacker had been aiming for. Before she could retaliate against the man who had drawn her blood, she suddenly found herself encased within an unbreakable shell of ice, frozen solid by her own powers!
When she finally woke up an unknowable number of hours later, the first thing Esdeath had noticed was the chill. Not only was she still encased in ice from the mouth down, but the immunity to cold that her Teigu provided her had been somehow muted - not enough for her to succumb to hypothermia, but enough for the frigid ice surrounding her to make her severely uncomfortable.
She’d been so overwhelmed by the new sensation that she almost hadn’t noticed when her captor joined her in the dimly-lit dungeon. He’d introduced himself as Donovan, a general of the Revolutionary Army - or rather, a former general, as he’d used the slaughter of his men as an excuse to fake his own death. As far as the rebels knew, he was a noble warrior who had heroically sacrificed his life to slay the Empire’s greatest champion.
In truth, he was a perverted monster who had deliberately thrown away his men’s lives in pursuit of his twisted goal. He had joined the Revolution Army, worked his way up the ranks into a command position, and gotten his hands on a very specific Teigu, all in the name of capturing the infamous Ice Queen and turning her into his personal sex slave.
At the time, Esdeath had all but laughed in Donovan’s face at the ludicrous idea he could ever tame her in such a way. She was the strongest woman in all the Empire, not some quivering peasant girl who could be cowed into obedience with a few meager threats! There was no man alive who could force her to submit, much less a pathetic, cowardly worm like him!
She wasn’t laughing now. In fact, she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d so much as smiled.
“Keep going, Snowball.” Donovan’s oily voice grated in her ears as he watched her, sending a shudder of revulsion down her spine. “Only four more to go now! Just make sure you don’t cum before you’re finished. It would be a shame to make you start over again, especially after you made it all the way to 85 last time…”
“N-NMMTMM S-SHFNN!” Esdeath groaned, the muscles in her legs burning as she lowered herself yet again onto the ice dildo protruding from the floor beneath her. She rested for a second, letting all eight inches of the thick frozen rod fill her pussy completely before she raised herself back up. If she moved too quickly or failed to take the entire length, ten squats would be deducted from her count as punishment - and considering how close to orgasm she was, that would be a worse penalty than simply starting over from zero.
The dildo was far from the only icy tool involved in her torment. A thick sheath of ice acted as a makeshift monoglove, covering everything from her hands up to just above her elbows and keeping her arms pinned tightly together behind her back. Icy cuffs were locked around her ankles and secured to the dungeon floor with gleaming white chains, keeping her in a squatting position above the dildo. Tight rings of ice squeezed the bases of her breasts, forcing them to bulge out obscenely - and making them even more sensitive to the metal nipple clamps she wore, each weighted down by a sizeable chunk of ice hanging from a chain. To complete her humiliation, another ice dildo filled her mouth, kept in place by a thick layer of ice that covered the lower half of her face like a panel gag.
“N-N-NMMTMM MMGHT!”
It was all because of that damned dagger Donovan had cut her with, the one he kept at his side at all times. Like the Prime Minister’s secret weapon, it was a special Teigu designed to combat other Teigu in the event they were turned against the Empire. As soon as the dagger touched another Teigu, its user gained complete control of it, allowing them to manipulate its powers however they saw fit.
To most Teigu users, such a weapon would be a major threat, but not at all insurmountable. Since the dagger had no real offensive power of its own, they would merely need to discard their Teigu temporarily and kill the wielder with an ordinary weapon, if not their bare hands. But to Esdeath, whose Teigu was within her own blood…
“N-NMMTMM N-N-NMMM!”
...well, the results spoke for themselves. The once-proud Ice Queen of the Empire had been reduced to a helpless, moaning slut, fucking herself to orgasm on a dildo created by her own stolen abilities.
As she raised herself up off the ice dildo for the 99th consecutive time, she knew she was reaching her limit in more ways than one. Her legs felt like they were on fire from repeating Donovan’s little exercise routine so many times, and she’d been struggling to hold back her climax for the last twenty squats. Still, she knew she was too close to the end to give up now. Just one more final thrust, and… and…!
“UHN HMMDRMMMMMMMMDDD!”
The dildo filled Esdeath’s womanhood one final time - and this time, she made no effort to resist the explosive orgasm she’d been fighting back for so long. Her entire body shook with unimaginable pleasure, the overwhelming release only marred by the painful tugs against her nipples as the ice weights bounced around with them.
Unfortunately, she only had a short while to enjoy her climax before Donovan’s mocking voice brought her crashing back to reality.
“Color me impressed, Snowball! I was wondering how many more tries it would take you to make it all the way to the end, but you surpassed my expectations! Truly, I couldn’t have picked a better girl to become my cocksleeve than you!”
“YHH SNNHFMM BMMPH!” Esdeath roared, her tears of shame stinging her cheeks almost as much as her icy gag. Even if her body was a helpless plaything of her own hijacked powers, her mind was still very much unbroken, and she had no intention of playing nice with the bastard who had taken everything from her!
“My, my, still so willful… Not that it matters, of course,” Donovan smirked, putting his flogger aside and placing his hand on the hilt of his dagger. “This hideout of mine is miles away from the Empire’s borders, and I’d go as far as to say it’s better hidden than Night Raid’s own base. Even if anyone suspects you aren’t truly dead, they’ll never come looking for you here. You can try to resist me all you want, my dear Snowball, but I have all the time in the world to make you mine.”
Suddenly, Esdeath felt the ice dildo inside her melt away into nothing, along with the cuffs around her ankles. Before she could make any use of her newly-freed legs, two thin bands of solid ice closed around them, binding them in an inescapable frogtie. As she screamed and struggled, a pair of icy hands lifted her up into the air, carrying her toward the chair Donovan was seated on.
And if the hungry look in his eyes hadn’t clued her in, the sight of him unbuttoning the front of his pants made his intentions all too clear to Esdeath.
“But since you worked so hard to complete that exercise routine I set up for you, it’s only fair that I try it myself - in a manner of speaking, at least. One hundred thrusts before cumming, wasn’t it? Quite a daunting task. I wonder how many times I’ll have to start over before I can manage it…”
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