0 comments/ 45209 views/ 11 favorites The Ice Queen Ch. 01 By: lisetteuk Switzerland, June 2004. The throaty roar of the Maserati shattered the idyllic calm of the pretty alpine valley. Two climbers, labouring under heavy rucksacks barely had time to step onto the wild flower strewn kerb before the gunmetal car barrelled past them on the narrow lane. They caught a brief glimpse of blonde hair whipped back by the wind from a tanned face, and large black sunglasses, and then the car was past them, thundering over the wooden bridge which crossed the milky glacial melt waters in the stream, then spraying gravel from the broad rear wheels as it cornered before cresting a rise and disappearing from view up the valley towards the famously secluded privacy of Schloss Marlberg. Heidi von Klausruhen was not nearly as good a driver as she thought she was. The Maserati was the latest in a long line of sports cars, which were thrashed, mishandled, scraped and occasionally crashed. Her father's indulgence in her had never had many limits, but since her mother had died it had become apparently boundless. Heidi was the image of her aristocratic mother, and the brightest light of pleasure in the eyes of her elderly and even more aristocratic father. He doted on her and ignored the murmurs of disapproval her extravagant ways provoked in the village and amongst his friends and business acquaintances. He did not care if she frittered away millions- only a tiny fraction of the Klausruhen fortune after all. All he asked was that she sat at his side, on the same ancient carved oak seat where her mother had sat, every Sunday in church, before joining him for a traditional lunch of poached trout, roast game, and aged Gruyere. Then he could bask in the radiance of her beauty, laugh with her as she teased him gently and caressed his ego, whilst helping him forget the ever-keen loss of his beloved Ilse. In quieter moments during the week, when his only child was staying in the summer house by the lake that she had made into her private home, he would occasionally wonder when she was going to marry and produce an heir to the fortune, or perhaps take an interest in the family business herself. But she was still young-only twenty three- and there was still plenty of time. Besides a husband and children would rob him of the time with her, inevitably, and he was not quite ready to face more solitude. Watching the Klausruhens take their seats in the small wooden church Father Simetti marvelled once again at Heidi's striking resemblance to her mother. Both had thick platinum blonde hair, fine bone structure, the same hint of strength in the clean line of the jaw, and glimmer of mischief in the corners of the mouth. Both had the startling clear blue eyes. And both wore their expensive clothes with elegance and moved with the same easy grace, even supporting the Count as he limped up the aisle. If there was a difference it was that Heidi was a little taller, her flawless skin tanned, and her athletic frame a little more muscular and toned from tennis and swimming. Simetti tired to suppress very unchristian feelings of envy for such an easy lifestyle. And he tried to ignore even more troubling feelings that this exquisite woman stirred in him. Later he would accept the Count's invitation to join them for lunch and in the afternoon would sit on the terrace and discuss his sermon with the old man, trying to ignore the sight of Heidi padding softly around the edge of the swimming pool in a bikini. He would stay, as usual, until tea time, politely sitting while his host snoozed, and fail to resist the urge to feast his eyes as she stretched out on a sun bed nearby, her eyes closed, sparkling drops of water beaded on the tanned curves of her body, nipples clearly visible through the sheer fabric of the swim suit. Heidi picked up the small silver bell and gave it another vigorous shake. "Eva. Finally," She said with an exasperated sigh when the maid hurried onto the terrace. "Bring me another bottle of water and a fresh glass. Oh, and you had better check that my father does not need anything, or Father Simetti. For all I know they might have been ringing the bell for you for an hour too." "Sorry, ma'am," the maid said hurrying off. It would do no good to point out that she had been left alone this Sunday and was expected to do the work of two because the other housemaid's mother had been taken ill. Heidi von Klausruhen was never interested in excuses. A simple apology was best, and then she would just have to wait and find out if that sufficed when she visited Heidi's bedroom that evening as usual. Eva shuddered slightly at the thought, and a small bead of perspiration ran down her spine. She knew, unlike the Count, that Heidi had no intention of marrying and sharing the immense Klausruhen fortune she would inherit in the not too distant future. In fact, Heidi had not had a boyfriend in the last six years. After tea Father Simetti said goodbye and the Count retired to his study complaining of a headache. Heidi brought him painkillers and pulled the blinds in the oak panelled room, and made sure he was comfortable in his favourite ancient leather armchair. "If you think you're going to be OK I'm going to see Lotte in the village, Daddy," she said. "Of course, dear. Will you stay here tonight or must you get back to Geneva?" "I will stay, especially when you're not feeling well. You spent too long in the sun today I think." She made sure there was water in the jug, and placed the telephone within easy reach for him and kissed him softly on the forehead. "I'll have Eva bring you some supper in here. Call me if you need anything at all - my mobile number is programmed into the phone, but try and get some sleep." The old man was already dozing off as she closed the door softly. Lotte Neumann lived in one of the houses that were clustered around the tiny market square in the village of Marlberg. She was the same age as Heidi- they had been classmates at the little village school until Heidi had been sent away to an English boarding school. They had stayed in touch and in the holidays played tennis together, swam, walked the valley, and went skiing in the winter. Lotte was a pretty girl with light brown hair, hazel eyes, and a shy smile, which lit up her face. Like the majority of inhabitants of Marlberg the family depended on the von Klausruhens: Lotte's father ran the village dairy and rented some pasture from the Count. Her mother had worked in the kitchens in the castle, but now helped run the dairy. Lotte had returned from a brief spell working as a secretary in a Zurich bank to look after her parents. She answered the door before Heidi could knock. "Shall we go down to the barn? My parents are both at home...." "Fine by me," Heidi replied looking her friend up and down with that cool detached air which always made Lotte feel immediately intimidated. "I haven't got long," Lotte apologised. "I have to get supper ready for them." "Then we had better get a move on," Heidi said, turning down the cobbled passageway which led down the side of the house away from the square. They walked quickly, in silence, crossing two small fields and skirting the edge of a little copse before they reached an old stone barn with a turf roof. Lotte opened the heavy door and they both entered the gloomy interior. They climbed a small ladder up into the hayloft and Heidi went to open the small access door allowing evening sunlight to stream in. She turned to face Lotte, who met her eyes nervously, a slight tremor in her voice: "What do you want to...?" "Strip for me," Heidi said. "Naked." Lotte blushed, and lowered her eyes, but she kicked off her shoes, and started unbuttoning the bodice of her dress. She dropped the dress to the floor and reached back to unclip the pretty white lace bra. Her breasts were firm, probably a C cup Heidi mused, noticing that her small dark nipples were standing erect. Lotte quickly pulled the plain white panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them and then stood, hands by her side, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, still unable to meet Heidi's gaze. Heidi loved this moment of anticipation, always had done since the first time she had seduced Lotte when they were both teenagers. Then their trysts had been gentle and slightly clumsy affairs, fumbling kisses and urgent probing fingers. Increasingly recently Heidi had become more explicit in her desire to dominate the brunette, and more extreme in her demands. She stared at Lotte's neatly trimmed pubic hair, which could not conceal her rather prominent labia. She could smell the faint scent of her arousal. "Unzip me," she said turning her back to Lotte. The silk dress slipped over her hips, and Lotte could not restrain a low moan of approval when she saw Heidi wore no underwear, her eyes fixed on the exquisite curve of Heidi's bottom. Heidi tossed the dress onto a bale of hay and turned to face Lotte, a slight smile playing around the corners of her mouth. "Taste my pussy and make me come," she said, one hand on her hip the other reaching up to grasp a wooden rafter. Supporting herself she was able to part her thighs as Lotte fell to her knees, her mouth homing in on the perfectly manicured and sweet damp folds of Heidi's pussy. Lotte knew she needed to work fast: Heidi would not be satisfied easily. She worked her lips with practised movements, nuzzling and lapping and gently nipping at the soft wetness, her hands reaching round to cup each of Heidi's toned buttocks. She wasted little time finding Heidi's clitoris and began a steady, firm rhythm with the flat of her tongue, alternating circling motions with long, languid vertical strokes. "Good girl," Heidi whispered, "Very good girl." She grabbed a handful of Lotte's thick hair. "Now make me come," Heidi grunted, tilting her pelvis forward, pulling herself up onto tiptoes with one arm. The muscles in her thighs and buttocks tensed, the flat plane of her belly rippled slightly and then with a low guttural grunt she exploded into orgasm, mashing Lotte's face hard against herself. After a moment's pause she pulled Lotte's face away, looking into her eyes and seeing to her satisfaction the puppy-like obedience she expected. Lotte's mouth and cheeks glistened wetly. Heidi dropped onto the floor on all fours. "Now from behind. Make me come properly this time." Lotte did as she was told, shuddering with desire at the sight of the beautiful heiress arching her back and spreading her legs so that her buttocks splayed. She knew exactly what was required and knelt behind the blonde, her hands once again going to Heidi's buttocks. "Taste my asshole you dirty little slut," Heidi said. Lotte did not need instruction at this point, but knew Heidi loved to give these explicit commands. Lotte dipped her head and began running her tongue along the cleft between the smooth tanned buttocks finding her way inexorably to the tight puckered anus. She wet it all over before focusing all her attention on using the tip of her tongue to penetrate Heidi's bottom. That was what the blonde loved, what made her wetter and multi orgasmic faster than anything else. She felt Heidi relax and immediately she was able to slide half an inch of her tongue into her. As always she momentarily pondered how such a demeaning, dirty act could give such pleasure. When Heidi had first introduced anal play into their lovemaking Lotte had been dismayed and disgusted, and had had to be forced to pleasure Heidi in the way she wanted. Now Lotte found that on the nights when she was alone in her bed, touching herself, it was the submission to this most depraved act that was the thought that would tip her over the edge into orgasm. "More," Heidi commanded, bearing down on her anus a little and pushing her hips back so that Lotte had to push back against her, her tongue snaking deeper into the tight confines of the blonde's anus. Heidi was rubbing her own clit now and Lotte knew she would start coming soon. "More," she gasped, "fuck my ass with your tongue." Lotte thrust her face deeper and used her hands to spread Heidi wider. She could feel the telltale fluttering contractions in Heidi's perineum as her orgasm approached, and felt the tight rubbery muscles of her anus contracting and relaxing. When she judged the timing to be right she slid two fingers of her left hand into Heidi's pussy, still relentlessly thrusting her tongue into her bottom. She hooked the fingers in and down and pressed firmly on the roof of her pussy aware of Heidi's fingers frantically rubbing at her own clit. The Count's daughter came with a long, low moan, her chest sinking to the floor, her hips bucking so that Lotte had to work hard to keep her tongue lodged in her bottom. It was only the start. Heidi forced her friend to lick her in several different positions, finally settling for squatting over her face and alternately grinding her pussy and anus onto Lotte's eager tongue. They both lost count of the number of times she came like that, and Lotte surrendered herself to serving the gorgeous blonde as she had done so many times before. Finally, catching her breath after another prolonged and wrenching orgasm Heidi stood up. Her thighs were slick with her own juices, her pussy lips engorged and darkened, her anus wet and partly dilated. Lotte obediently got onto all fours and closed her eyes. Now came the really hard bit. Heidi began by gently stroking each of Lotte's buttocks in turn before suddenly aiming a viciously hard slap across both buttocks. She rained a series of smacking blows on Lotte's upturned bottom, using all the force she could muster. Lotte gasped at the pain, but knew there was worse to come. "You filthy fucking bitch," Heidi grunted with the effort. "You dirty ass licking little bitch. What are you?" "Uh. Your...oh.... dirty ass licking bitch.... fuck that hurts." "I didn't ask for your opinion you disgusting slut," Heidi hissed and to Lotte's horror aimed a series of violent slaps across her exposed, swollen labia. With her free hand Heidi reached forward and gripped Lotte's right nipple in a savagely hard pinching grip. The brunette howled miserably. She did not really understand why Heidi seemed to enjoy hurting her like this so much, but recently their sessions had involved more and more extreme punishments. The spanking stopped and Lotte trembled at what would come next. Heidi abused her nipples for a painful five-minute session, and then forced her onto her back, still holding each nipple in a vice like grip and lowered her sopping pussy onto the grimacing girls mouth. "Make me come again," she muttered shifting position to give Lotte access to her clit. She knew she was being cruel- mind you, this was nothing compared to the treatment she handed out to that nasty little slut of a maid, Eva- but she kept searching for new ways to punish and degrade Lotte. The more the obedient brunette soaked up the more extreme it made Heidi want to be. She reached forward and roughly pinched Lotte's clit. There had been a time when she would have always taken the time to go down on Lotte and reciprocate her wonderful oral attentions. Not any more- if Lotte was going to come she would have to do the work herself, something she often did, a further humiliation, to lie writhing on the floor, her hands busy between her legs, as Heidi dressed and made herself ready to go. But on this occasion the painful clit pinch sent an immediate surge of almost electrical energy through Lotte and she began thrashing underneath Heidi, her cries muffled by the pussy pressed hard onto her mouth. "Lift up your legs," Heidi ordered, not wanting to allow the brunette to come, sliding her fingers onto Lotte's anus with practised accuracy. The movement made her slide forwards and now Heidi's anal sphincter was directly pressed onto Lotte's mouth again. Lotte's tongue slipped into Heidi's rectum with obscene ease, just as her tormentor roughly jammed two fingers into her own anus. She cried out as the combination of intense pleasure and pain drove her closer to the precipice of orgasm again. To her horror the pressure on her asshole continued and she felt a third finger violate her. This was new territory for Lotte. "Please...Heidi...it hurts.." she said pulling her face away from the blonde's ass. It was a mistake. "I didn't tell you to stop you filthy fucking slut." Heidi was almost shouting. Lotte was horrified by the sudden thought that someone might hear. "On all fours now, Lotte. Spread as wide as you can go." "Oh god...noooooooo." Lotte sobbed as she realised what Heidi had in mind. Moments later the blonde had four fingers jammed into Lotte's anus. She applied as much pressure as she could, Lotte writhing and gasping beneath her. "Take it you fucking whore," Heidi muttered, her eyes glazed over with a sexual frenzy Lotte had never seen before. She tried to steady her breathing and relax as much as she possibly could. The pain was extreme and yet the raw filthiness of what was being done to her tipped her into a kind of frenzy of her own. "Oh God yes fist fuck me...tear me in half," she gasped, and could hardly believe it was her voice she could hear saying those words. Heidi's hand inched steadily into her prising open the muscles of her anus until they felt like they must tear. She felt a new pressure and realised that Heidi was attempting to get the tip of her thumb in alongside the rest of her hand. With her free hand Heidi strummed her own clit, bringing herself to a shuddering climax that brought a renewed rush of wetness to her pussy. Lotte was oblivious, teeth gritted, trying to stifle the scream that was forming in her throat. Suddenly the pain diminished and she felt the extraordinary sensation of Heidi withdrawing her hand from her now gaping rectum. '"Not all the way this time," Heidi said, not quite sure why she had given a reprieve but suddenly, somehow sated. "Get yourself off," she said, squatting over Lotte's face for the final humiliation. Lotte opened her mouth and closed her eyes as the stream of urine sprayed across her face and into her mouth. Without thinking Lotte gulped down her friend's piss, the fingers of her right hand frantically rubbing at her clit, the other hand going from one nipple to another. As Heidi finished peeing Lotte started to come. The blonde watched dispassionately, pulling the dress on and stepping into her shoes. Lotte's hair was soaked with urine, sweat and Heidi's juices. She was bucking and coming hard, a multiple orgasm that peaked and rose and made her whole body convulse. Heidi reached back and zipped her dress, gathered her hair up and fastened it in a ponytail, and then without a word climbed down the ladder, as the last waves of pleasure broke over Lotte. "I love you Heidi," Lotte murmured softly, briefly basking in the afterglow, but by then Heidi was crossing the fields on her way back to the castle. It was getting dark by the time Lotte had made herself look vaguely presentable and stepped gingerly down the ladder. Her backside was sore- her buttocks glowing from the spanking, her anus felt swollen and tender. She washed her face and rinsed her hair in the cool water of the cattle trough, wondering what excuse she would make this time if her mother asked. She closed the door of the barn behind her and made her way back along the path, picking her way carefully round the cowpats and thistles in the dim light. Where the path ran along the edge of a small cluster of oak and chestnut trees it was almost pitch dark.. Lotte thought she heard a footfall behind her and stopped and turned but there was nothing there. When she turned to continue she found herself face to face with a tall bearded man. "Karl!" she gasped in surprise. "You scared me." The Ice Queen Ch. 01 Karl Briegel was a year or two older than Lotte. He worked as a farm hand doing odd jobs for whoever wanted him during the summer, and spent his winters operating ski lifts and snow ploughs. He had made several attempts to persuade Lotte to go out with him, but hiss clumsy way and reputation for drinking and causing trouble had given Lotte all the reasons she needed to decline. "I'm late for supper," she said, a little nervously because the big barrel chested man was standing uncomfortably close to her. "What were you doing in the barn with that rich bitch?" Karl growled. "What I do in my parent's barn is my own business," she replied, hoping that in the darkness he would not see the sudden rush of colour to her face. "But since you ask we were looking at some kittens. One of our cats gave birth last night. Fraulein Heidi was interested in having one of them." The lie sounded thoroughly unconvincing. She stepped around him and continued along the path. "Kittens? How nice, lets go and see them," Karl said, suddenly close behind her. He took her wrist in a vice like grip. "Let go of me," she hissed, trying to wrench her arm free, but he was far too strong and began dragging her back towards the field. "Come and show me the kittens, Lotte," he said with a nasty leer. She was scared now and tried to claw at his face but he easily caught her flailing hand, holding both her wrists now, continuing towards the barn. "Let me go or I'll start screaming, Karl," she said, but it was more a plea than a threat. "Go ahead and scream. Even if anyone does hear I can't wait to hear you tell them about how you were showing the Count's daughter some invisible kittens. " "What do you mean?" He kicked open the barn door and pushed her inside. "There are no kittens, Lotte. And what I saw you and Heidi doing through the hayloft door would keep this village in gossip for years to come." "I don't know what you're talking about," Lotte said desperately. "Oh really? What was it you called yourself? Oh yes, 'a dirty ass licking bitch' wasn't it?" Karl laughed, shutting the door behind him. It was very dark suddenly and then a flame flared as Karl put a match to the hurricane lamp, which hung on a nail by the door. "What do you think you're doing Karl Briegel?" She tried to put some authority into her voice but she was in such a turmoil- the whole village would know about her trysts with Heidi. That was bad; ghastly in fact, but the idea of them knowing about the perverted things they did was unbearable. "What am I doing? Oh, I'm getting what I've wanted for a long time, that's what I'm doing. And you had better cooperate or I'm going straight to the Inn to buy myself a beer and tell anyone who wants to know how charming little Lotte Neumann likes to lick the Count's daughter's arse." "Cooperate? What...how...what do you want, Karl?" Lotte watched him in the flickering light of the lantern. "You, you silly bitch." He was pulling a black leather belt out of the loops on his jeans. "Oh, please, no. Look Karl...not like this, please. Lets go and have that drink together tomorrow. I'm sorry I...I mean...I.... look, my parents will be expecting me home...Karl. Please." "Well then we had better get this over with quickly now, and after we've had that drink tomorrow we'll do it properly." Lotte made a dash for the ladder to the hayloft but he was far too quick for her. He wrapped the belt around her wrists pulled it tight and hauled her over to the wooden manger, fastening her hands securely to the far side of it, so that she was forced to bend over the wooden feeding trough. "No...please no," she sobbed as she saw him unbuttoning his jeans. "I'll go to the police Karl, I fucking will. This is rape." "I see...and what would your dear mother say about it do you think? How would you father feel knowing his daughter was a slut for the count's daughter?" "It would be your word against mine," she said. "Well, yes.... against my word and these pictures I took with the camera in my mobile phone," he said with a chuckle. "Not brilliant quality but you can see enough, don't you think?" He held the small colour screen in front of her face. To her abject horror Lotte saw that Karl had indeed had a perfectly clear view through the open hayloft door. He clicked through half a dozen stills; all of them would leave the viewer in no doubt as to what was going on. Then he changed the mode of the phone and began playing back an audio recording; to her horror Lotte heard her own voice: "Fist fuck me..." Karl laughed at that, and then fiddled with the phone again. "This is my favourite bit," he said and Lotte heard herself murmuring: "I love you Heidi". "They'll piss themselves in the Inn when they hear that one. No pun intended, of course," Karl chuckled, bringing up on screen a clear shot of Heidi urinating into Lotte's open mouth. "Oh god, please no, Karl." "God isn't going to help you. But you can help yourself. Agree to do exactly what I say for the next month and I'll let you delete the pictures and recordings." Lotte started crying. The humiliation of being tied, bent over the manger in the barn was bad enough, but the thought of every single person she knew being exposed to the pictures of her disgusting and perverted tryst with Heidi was too much to bear. She had felt guilty about the dirty things she allowed- and enjoyed- for a long time. Now it seemed she was paying the price for her own immorality. She had never confessed to Father Simetti- how could she? But now she realised her betrayal of her own religious beliefs, her shameful immorality had brought her to this desperate, ghastly moment. Perhaps Karl was simply the embodiment of the divine retribution she deserved. "Well?" "I will do what you say," Lotte muttered with a shudder of disgust, the tears still flowing down her face. "Good girl-very sensible," Karl said. She felt his hands on her hips, then felt him lifting the hem of her dress, slowly sliding it up her thighs and then over her upturned buttocks. "Mmm, what a great ass," he murmured. "Now spread your legs a little...yes, that's perfect." Lotte shuddered again. She could almost feel his eyes burning the skin of her exposed buttocks. Then she felt him grip the waistband of her panties. He slid them slowly down her bottom and down her thighs until they were stretched between her knees. She felt the cool night air on her exposed labia. She knew she was still wet. She closed her eyes as the tears streamed down her face and prayed he would get it over with quickly. "Lets see," he said placing a hand on each of her buttocks and gently spreading her open. "Shit, she fucked you in the ass properly didn't she?" Lotte felt herself blushing deeply, the awful humiliation of realising he was examining her exposed bottom. "I think I'll have some of that," Karl said as if he was making a choice at a buffet. Lotte could not prevent herself reacting with a start when his thumb suddenly slid into her wet pussy. He spread some of the wetness up over her perineum and around and over her anus. He was surprisingly gentle, rubbing with a slow circular motion that allowed her sphincter to relax further. Then he wet his first finger in her pussy and firmly pushed it into her anus, sliding it in easily, making Lotte realise she was still dilated from Heidi's assault. She knew she needed to relax, she knew exactly what was coming next and she suppressed another sob at the thought of it. The first touch of the head of his penis against her made her jump again. "Please, Karl..." He ignored her and with his left hand he grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head back, making her arch her spine. At the same time her started a steady pressure on her anus with his cock. She heard him spit and felt more wetness as his saliva landed on her taut straining sphincter muscles. "No...please..." she gasped as the pain became more intense. Karl continued to thrust and suddenly her anus relented a little as half of the bulbous head of his cock forced its way into her. "Aah...fuck...please Karl...hurts...fuck.." she panted, trying desperately to pull away from the relentless pressure. "Take it you filthy slut," he breathed and forced the rest of the head of his cock into her. He paused for a moment, reaching around with his right hand to pinch each of her nipples in turn through the fabric of her dress. "Relax, Lotte, you know you love it really. No need to pretend to me," he chuckled. "You fucking bastard," she hissed. "Get your filthy fucking cock out of me you bastard." "No, I don't think I will," he said, his breath hot in her ear, and as he spoke he drove three more inches of his cock into her. He was pleased that the height of the manger was perfect, presenting her backside at the perfect height for him. For Lotte it meant she had to support her weight on tip toes and by now the muscles in her calves and thighs were aching, though this all seemed inconsequential compared to the searing hot pain in her bottom as he drove on and on into her. She realised now that he was big if not huge. He spat again and with renewed wetness the rest of his length slid easily through her tortured anus. "Oh god," she moaned as she felt his pubic hair pressed against her, and felt the heavy swing of his balls against the swollen ripeness of her pussy. Then he began to pull out of her. It felt like she was on the toilet. Intense combinations of sensations erupted in her- relief, shame, humiliation, degradation, pain, and to her bemusement a shudder not of disgust this time but of desire. "Ah yes, fuck that's good," Karl breathed and drew his cock out to the point where just the fat head was lodged in her. "Fuck yes," he groaned and drove it deep into her bowels again with one long firm thrust. "Now I am going to fuck your ass," he said calmly. It did not take long. Karl quickly established a savagely efficient rhythm, drawing out of her almost completely, waiting a moment until her gaping anus began to contract, before driving the entire length of his cock into her so that his thighs slapped against hers. After a few minutes Lotte heard his breathing become ragged. "Oh yes," he muttered through gritted teeth. "What a fine ass...going to fill it with spunk...fuck...yes...going to fuck your ass every fucking.ah...yes...every fucking day...take it slut, take my spunk...take it in your ass." Lotte felt his cock swell and pulse; she felt the extraordinary sensation of jet after jet of his semen squirting deep in her rectum. He stayed like that for a minute, his cock starting to deflate inside her. "Not bad for starters," Karl finally said. "Get off me," Lotte sobbed. "Untie me." She felt utterly dejected and disgusted with herself. The worst of it, worse even than the slimy wetness beginning to ooze out of her anus around his semi erect cock, was the recognition that a part of her had responded to the physical sensation of being fucked in her bottom. "Like I said not bad for starters," Karl said easing his cock out of her. He walked around the manger and for the first time she saw his cock. It was smeared with his come and with unmistakable evidence that it had been in her rectum. "Open wide bitch," Karl said. "What...? No...no..." Lotte writhed and pulled against the belt holding her wrists in place. "Do it," Karl snapped and slapped her face, not hard but with enough force to shock her into silence. "You do what I say for one month. Any more questions and the deal is off, and Mummy and Daddy get to see what a dirty dyke bitch their daughter is. Understood?" Lotte nodded, tears springing from her eyes again. "Now open your mouth. I know you like this..." No sooner had Lotte opened her mouth than the stream of urine hit her face. Her eyes stung and she spluttered as some went up her nose. Then he found his aim and pissed directly into the pretty brunettes mouth. "Drink it down, come on." The flow stopped and Lotte opened her eyes just as Karl took a firm grip on her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. "Clean it. Now. And make it good. Get me hard again." Lotte had no choice. The earthy, bitter taste of her own bottom filled her mouth and nose. She gagged, but managed to keep it down. She worked her mouth, sucked and licked, trying to get him clean as quickly as she could, trying to get him hard, even though the thought of his being hard again filled her with a sick despair. Already his cock was swelling in her mouth though, Soon he was holding her head firmly and pumping her mouth with a steady rhythm. "This time I'm going to do your ass properly, Lotte. It was all over a bit too quickly wasn't it? You'll have to forgive me that. This time I'll give you plenty of time to enjoy it." "Please Karl, I can't take any more." Lotte wrenched her head away to protest. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Did I tell you to stop sucking me?" He shoved his cock roughly back into her mouth. Her moans of desperation and misery were muffled until eventually he pulled out of her and moved around out of her field of vision again. She felt him spreading the cheeks of her bottom. "Mmm, nice and sloppy," he said and without any attempt to be gentle shoved his cock into her rectum again. "Oh fuck," she grunted with the pain and surprise of his violent thrust. "Yes, exactly," he chuckled. He fucked her for half an hour, roughly, slamming into her, forcing his fingers in alongside his cock, pausing twice to feed his dirty cock into her panting, sobbing mouth. "You filthy fucking slut," he groaned as he came in her bottom for the second time. In silence, after the inevitable humiliating forced cleansing of his rapidly shrivelling penis with her mouth, Lotte watched him dress. He untied her wrists and put his belt back on. Standing up slowly, Lotte gingerly pulled up her panties, moaning as her aching muscles relaxed at last. She felt her anus with one finger- it was hugely dilated and oozing a slick mess, but incredibly she did not seem to be bleeding. "See you tomorrow then," he said, observing a matter of fact. "Lunch time would be good-lets say midday here. "What?" "One month, Lotte. That's the deal- or, of course if you prefer I could go and show those pictures to your parents?" "You fucking bastard..." she said, and started to cry again. "And bring that rich dyke friend of yours. I can't imagine she would like me showing these pictures to her Daddy, what do you think?" "But...no, Karl, I can't tell her...I can't make her...please, this is bad enough as it is." "Tough. You'll have to find a way. Better make sure she's here tomorrow or I'll make you pay. It will make this evening look like a stroll in the park by comparison. Now, if you like I'll walk you home. We're going to see a lot of each other these next few weeks- I think we had better tell everyone we are going out together, don't you?" "You fucking bastard. I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last.." "Yeah, yeah. Well, I say we're going out now and unless you want to be famous throughout the valley for drinking the Count's daughter's piss I suggest you do what you're told." As she walked with him along the path back to the village Lotte's mind raced. Telling Heidi was terrifying enough, but the thought of this disgusting brute violating her exquisite body was too much to bear. Perhaps Heidi could help her. Maybe enough money would buy Karl's silence- it was well known that he had a gambling problem and was always in debt...maybe the best thing would be to tell her after all. Outside her parents front door Karl grabbed her and kissed her roughly on the mouth, his tongue snaking into her mouth. "See you tomorrow, darling," he said with a nasty leer. When Heidi had turned eighteen her father had paid for an architect to remodel one wing of the castle into her own private suite complete with a roof terrace, guest rooms and a lavishly decorated lounge which occupied what had once been the loft and part of the extensive servant's quarters. Walls had been demolished and mediaeval oak beams and roof joists exposed to create a breathtaking space which the German edition of Vogue had described as "cathedral-like" in a recent feature. Heidi's bedroom occupied a gallery looking down on this huge room, with French windows leading onto the roof terrace. A large ensuite bathroom with Burlington slate floors and a stone bathtub also had doors that opened onto the roof terrace. It was one of Heidi's favourite retreats. She liked to soak for hours, sipping a glass of whisky, feeling the warm breeze through the open doors in the summer, or watching the flickering of the firelight on the ceiling in winter. At about the time Lotte was bolting shut the door to her parents house, already making excuses in response to her mother's angry greetings, Heidi was halfway through her second whisky and feeling about ready for the next stage of her evening entertainment. She pressed a button sunk into the marble wall beside her. Three floors below the buzzer sounded in the staff sitting room- a small cosy space adjacent to the kitchen. Eva had been waiting for it. She had helped the Count negotiate the stairs and turned down his bed already. Then she had watched television with the other members of staff, eaten her own supper, and tried to calm the fluttering nerves in her stomach that she always felt when Heidi was in residence. At the sound of the buzzer she got to her feet. "Don't let that girl push you around," said Helga, the cook, as Eva checked her hair and the black uniform in the mirror over the fireplace. She hurried up the back stairs and then entered the east wing through the servants' access, which opened into a small annexe to the huge vaulted living room. "In the bathroom, Eva," Heidi called at the sound of the maid's shoes on the polished hardwood floor. Eva closed the servant's door behind her and locked it and hurried up the stairs to the gallery and her mistresses sleeping quarters. She thought about the events that had led her to this point in her young life. She thought about life in Mallorca where she had worked before-by comparison this was a much easier job. Or at least it was most of the time. But the demands that were made of her on these weekend nights when Heidi was visiting were different to anything she had ever been asked to do. She knocked softly on the bathroom door. "Get in here you stupid girl. What the fuck took you so long anyway?" Eva stood in the doorway and waited demurely. Answering her mistress's questions was usually a pointless task. Best just to follow the instructions. "Well? What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off." Eva complied. Perhaps it was to be one of those nights then. No preamble, just straight into it. She shivered slightly and wondered if she would be able to do everything asked of her. The punishment for failure was severe, as she had learnt the previous weekend. Heidi sipped her whisky and reclined against the polished stone of the bath tub. She watched the young maid undressing and congratulated herself once again on taking her friend's advice and hiring the young Spaniard. Eva had served a wealthy family in Mallorca and Madrid- distant cousins of Heidi's in fact. She was a willing worker and well-mannered maid in the old fashioned style her father required, but she also had extensive financial problems dating back to a misspent youth. She could be encouraged to perform more intimate services, so Heidi had been told, in return for some help with her problems. This suited Heidi perfectly and in the three months Eva had been employed she had pushed this arrangement to discover what limits the dark haired, olive skinned young woman had. It became obvious that Eva was genuinely bisexual. Heidi mused that in some ways she would prefer to be forcing her attentions on a straight girl- it made for such delicious humiliation, but then she had plenty of opportunities for that kind of thing in Geneva. Eva, like Lotte, was obviously infatuated with Heidi's extraordinary body and that allowed Heidi to explore her increasingly extreme desires and act out her darker fantasies here in the castle. The Ice Queen Ch. 01 Eva was down to her black lace underwear now – chosen and worn at Heidi's express command. The bra was half cup and the top edges of Eva's nut-brown nipples peeked over the lacy fabric's edge. The panties were high cut lace and silk with a thong gusset. Eva unclipped the bra, and then swiftly bent and peeled down the panties, placing them on top of her clothes on the chaise longue. She stepped back into the high heels Heidi insisted she wear with the uniform and stood proudly, almost defiantly before her mistress. Heidi admired the maid's full, firm breasts, her narrow waist and flat belly, and the well toned thighs framing the strip of closely trimmed black pubic hair. "Good. I think you have lost a little weight, Eva?" Heidi said, draining her whisky and standing up. Eva stared in open awe as water streamed down Heidi's flawless skin which sparkled and shimmered in the soft light of the bathroom. The woman was a cruel, at times downright nasty mistress, but she was the most perfectly beautiful woman Eva had ever laid eyes on. She brought a huge towel from thee heated railing and dried her mistress carefully with its soft white folds. "That will do," Heidi waved her away and walked out of the bathroom. Eva followed, her heels clicking on the stone floor, marvelling at Heidi's exquisite body, the fluid way she moved, so upright and poised, yet with the easy grace of a puma. Even when they were both naked, Heidi managed to make Eva feel like she was somehow exposed and vulnerable, her mistress somehow unassailable. And she was, she thought to herself, as Heidi opened a beautiful oak corner cupboard with the turn of a key. The cupboard contained an array of sex toys and accessories. The black rubber, pink plastic, studded leather and tubes of oil and gel seemed completely out off place in this beautifully preserved piece of furniture. Eva watched as Heidi selected several items, holding each one up, considering it, knowing full well the effect the anticipation would have on the young maid. She laid them out on a low footstool and finally turned to face Eva. "On your knees when I'm talking to you in this room. Good. Now, we need to address the matter of your behaviour this afternoon. I was waiting for a lifetime before you finally responded to the bell- and this is not the first time I have had to speak to you about this tardiness, is it?" "No, Miss." "Good, well then before we get on to discussing your debts, we need to administer some suitable punishment for that." She picked up a medium sized vibrator and a clear plastic dildo, one that Eva was familiar with. It was made up of a series of balls fused together: the first, at the tip, was about the size of a table tennis ball, then each subsequent ball increased in size until the fifth ball at the base of the dildo next to the ring handle, which was the size of a tennis ball. Heidi applied a smear of lubricant to this instrument and then turned her gaze onto Eva's upturned face. "On all fours, on the bed. That's right. Good. Now, lets see. You've always been a juicy little slut haven't you...hmmm? Yes, soaking wet, as I thought," she said slipping three fingers into Eva's pussy easily. She pulled them out and sucked on them in an absent-minded way, savouring the rich taste of Eva's juice. Then she slid the vibrator into Eva's pussy and switched it on at a low setting. Eva was not naïve enough to think that this was her punishment. Sure enough almost immediately she felt the cool wet tip of the dildo pressed against the dark skin of her anus. The pressure was firm and with a slip and jolt the first ball slid into her. Heidi did not pause at all- as soon as she saw Eva's anus dilate around the first ball she drove the next three into her maid's bowels with a sudden shove. "Aaaahhhhh...fuck...fuck...fuck..." Eva yelped at the sudden violent intrusion. She bit down on her outburst, knew it would invoke more punishment, but she could not help herself. "Shut your fucking face you disgusting, useless piece of shit," Heidi hissed and lent hard on the dildo. Eva felt her anus begin to stretch intolerably. She stifled another scream and instead focused on controlling her breathing, hard enough but near impossible as Heidi chose this moment to ratchet up the speed of the vibrator now forced hard against the length of her clitoris. Eva closed her eyes and willed her muscles to relax, imagined herself using the toilet in the counter intuitive way she had learnt was the only way to accommodate the anal assaults Heidi seemed to enjoy so much. Even for someone with Eva's experience this was new territory. Heidi was grunting with the effort. Normally she would spend half an hour preparing the maid's rectum for this level of penetration but she was a little drunk, and her session with Lotte had left her feeling she wanted to push the maid's boundaries further than ever before. "Take it you fucking useless whore, take it or I'll make you wish you were dead." Eva felt her anus dilating millimetre by millimetre. The pain was intense, but strangely manageable now that the vibrator had hit that spot that made wetness rush to her pussy and sent the familiar tingle racing up her spine. Incredibly, in the face of the anguish her mistress was inflicting on her she was going to come. Then the final ball of the dildo passed through the distended ring of her anal sphincter. Eva had never felt so stretched and so stuffed full. Her breathing came in ragged pants as she tried to resist the urge to scream and thrash wildly with the surges of intense sensation now coursing through her body. Adjudging the moment expertly, Heidi suddenly withdrew the vibrator leaving Eva hanging on a precipice, the roaring noise in her ears subsiding, the orgasm that a moment ago had felt inevitable, suddenly evaporating. "Noooooo," she moaned in desperate frustration. "Shut...your...fucking...mouth...you filthy...worthless...whore," Heidi barked, punctuating each word with a vicious spank on Eva's buttocks. The answer phone on the table beside the bed clicked into life, and suddenly Lotte's voice was audible:" Heidi, I need to talk to you urgently. Please call me...I...I...just call me please. Heidi picked up the phone. "I have told you never to call me on this line," she said. "I know but something has happened. Someone saw us today. I need to talk to you...I need you to help. Can I come up to the castle?" "Out of the question." "Heidi, you don't understand. Someone is threatening to blackmail us." "Don't be ridiculous," Heidi sounded completely unconcerned. She idly reached out and pinched one of Eva's nipples, giving it a savage twist. Eva grimaced, her breathing still coming in short pants. "Heidi, you have to listen to me..." Lotte was close to tears. "I 'have to' what? You call me in the middle of the night and start telling me what to do? How dare you," Heidi snapped. She grasped the handle to of the dildo and gave it a firm tug, watching intently as the drum tight dark skin of Eva's distended anus stretched open again. She paused with the dildo's thickest part lodged there and gave it a half twist. Eva gasped in shock at the new sensation, the smooth plastic sliding across the shrieking nerve endings in her rectum. "Fuck, no more, please," she whimpered. "Who was that?" Lotte said urgently in Heidi's ear. "Never you mind. This conversation is over." She cut off Lotte's protests with the press off a button and returned the cordless phone to its cradle, a small, sly smile on her face. "Now you disgusting piece of Spanish trash lets see your slutty asshole gape." She drew the dildo out of the maid's upturned bottom. The sensation was extremely intense and through the burning pain in her anus Eva was suddenly aware of a familiar peculiar building buzz of pleasure. She reached for her own engorged clit instinctively, but Heidi spotted the move and responded by spanking Eva's exposed pussy as hard as she could. "Don't even think of it." The dildo emerged from Eva with a slick wet plop. Heidi examined her intently before running her first finger around the rim of the maid's gaping anus. "Lets go downstairs and start talking about your loan repayments," Heidi said with a nasty grin, delivering another hard spank across Eva's swollen, dark, moist labia, before pushing the dildo into Eva's open mouth until the maid gagged.. Two hours later down in the huge living space the only sound was the ragged, tortured breathing of the young Spanish girl. The scene was appropriately mediaeval: the naked woman was spread eagled, her wrists bound to straps which hung from the wooden rafters of the vaulted roof controlled by pulleys concealed in special recesses in the walls. These straps had been pulled tight until Eva could just support her weight on tiptoes. Similar straps were attached to each of her ankles and pulled tight to spread her legs wide. Standing behind her Heidi's athletic naked frame was sheened with sweat. She had been thrashing the maid's buttocks and thighs with a flat wooden paddle for some time now, not troubled if the paddle occasionally struck the black plastic handle of the large butt plug which she had inserted to keep Eva's anus dilated. When this happened the maid gasped with pain. "Now, we try again," Heidi said, dropping the paddle and roughly pulling out the butt plug. She examined it and reached around to push it into the maid's mouth. Then she spread a little lubricant onto her hands and knelt between the young woman's quivering splayed legs. Her left hand went to Eva's swollen damp labia and she slid three fingers into the maid. Immediately after that she pushed four fingers of her right hand into Eva's bottom. She applied some pressure and managed to get a fourth finger into her pussy. Then she adjusted her position slightly and began forcing both hands into the young woman. The dark haired maid moaned pitifully, the sound muffled by the rubber toy in her mouth. "Come on slut, you can take it," Heidi grunted, straining her shoulders and forcing inch by inch her fists into the restrained woman's body. The earlier violation of Eva's rectum had left her dilated and stretched and after a renewed effort suddenly Heidi had her fist inside Eva's anus. "Oh yes, good little slut," Heidi said triumphantly, marvelling at the sight of her own wrist gripped firmly by the dark brown ring of Eva's anal sphincter. "Oh yes, I like that," she said, withdrawing her left hand from Eva's pussy and finding her own clit with sudden desperate energy. It really had been a good evening, so lovely when a plan comes together she thought, her fingers fluttering over her own dripping pussy until with a sharp cry she came. She slowly regained her breath, her forehead resting on the taut left buttock of the maid. Thankfully for Eva Heidi was as gentle as she could be extracting her hand. She removed the plug from her mouth and loosened the restraints. But even if the worst was passed, the ordeal was not over. "Lets go to the bathroom," Heidi said almost amiably. Eva lay on her back on the stone floor, her face covered with the juices of 'Heidi's pussy. Her mistress had come gently by pressing her clit onto her mouth three times, before forcing her anus down on Eva's mouth and using a slim silver vibrator on herself to bring herself to a really powerful orgasm while the maid's tongue delved enthusiastically into her bottom. Now she raised herself up and urinated into Eva's mouth, the young Spaniard eagerly gulping down the hot salty fluid. This was what she craved from her mistress. The vicious anal penetrations seemed to be a necessary price to pay. The exquisite blonde goddess seemed to be pushing the boundaries and possibilities of their sessions exponentially now, beyond even the extremities Eva's previous employers had subjected her to in Spain, but this kind of degradation- being forced to lick her pussy and ass until she was sated -was a labour of love. She slurped hungrily at Heidi's perfect puckered anus, and then probed her rectum again with her tongue. She felt her mistress relaxing, then bearing down on her bottom, which flared and dilated, and suddenly she realised what Heidi intended. "No...oh...no please!" she tried to wriggle free, but her protests were muffled as Heidi squatted down onto her mouth and took a vice like grip of each of Eva's nipples. "You like it do you, you nasty little slut?" Heidi hissed. "I thought you would," and she bore down on her bottom with a little grunt of concentration and effort. "Eat it, you slut." Lotte's mother wondered what on earth had got into her daughter. The young brunette, normally so attentive and such a good daughter, now seemed distracted and when her mother asked what the problem was the young woman snapped at her rudely. She hovered by the phone and seemed to start at the sound of every vehicle in the village. Finally Lotte said she needed to go and see the count's daughter. She hurried across the village square, anxiously nibbling at a fingernail. Heidi's attitude on the phone the previous night had left her with no choice. She had to go to the castle and find her. She would probably regret it the next time they were alone together, but that was nothing compared to the thought of what Karl might do to her if Heidi was not there for the lunchtime meeting. She had to get Heidi to do something. She could not face the horror of the humiliating, disgusting abuse her had subjected her to the previous night. She rang the bell at the servant's entrance to the castle. "Hello, Miss, can I help?" the pretty young Spanish maid asked. "Is Hei...er...your mistress in please?" "She has asked not to be disturbed," Eva said, wondering why the attractive young girl she had seen around the village seemed so distressed. A thought occurred that maybe it had been her who had telephoned her mistress the previous night. She felt pity for the brunette, knowing how cruel Heidi could be. She wondered what sort off things Lotte was subjected to-she had little doubt that Heidi would have sexual designs on a woman as attractive as Lotte was. "Can you please go and tell her its me....Lotte? I must speak with her, it's a matter of life and death." Eva was about to reply when from behind them came the sound of one of the electric garage doors opening and the throaty roar of the Maserati. "That may be her, now," Eva said. Lotte rushed across the gravel drive but had to jump aside as the sleek car shot out of the garage. "Heidi...stop! Please!" Lotte cried, despair in her voice. But the car was past her and turning out under the arch of the gatehouse and into the village. Hopelessly Lotte took a few steps in pursuit, before sinking to her knees, sobbing. "Miss," Eva approached her. "Are you OK? Would you like to come in and..." "No," Lotte said making a visible effort to pull herself together. " Thank you. I am sorry for having troubled you." She got to her feet and walked back towards the village. Eva watched her, wondering, before closing the door and returning to her duties. Lotte felt sick in her stomach as she opened the door to the barn. For a moment she thought he was not there but then as her eyes adjusted she saw him leaning against the ladder to the hayloft. "You're late," he said. "And you're alone, and that's going to make things much, much worse for you." He pulled her over to the same manger he had secured her over the previous day and once again bent her over it. He did not fasten her hands; just placed a firm hand on her back as he lifted the hem of he dress. He slid a finger into the gusset of the plain white cotton panties she was wearing and with a sudden wrench ripped them completely off her. "Now, spread your ass for me. Both hands." "Karl, listen..." "You seem to have a problem doing what you're told. Where's your dyke friend then, huh?" He pushed a finger roughly into Lotte's pussy making her gasp and wriggle. "I couldn't...listen, she..." "Well, its you who will regret it. You will wish you'd had her help after today." This time his probing finger found her anus; still tender from the pounding first Heidi and then he had given it the day before. "Not there...ah...wait ...please." Karl ignored her and instead spat into the cleft between her buttocks. He worked his saliva into her anus and then she heard the zip on his jeans. "Karl...don't." It was almost a relief when he chose to drive his cock roughly into her pussy. 'But then he forced his thumb into her rectum and began pumping hard, wrapping a handful of her thick hair around his hand he pulled her head back and leant down to whisper hoarsely into her ear. "I'm going to take you somewhere special today, Lotte. I think you're going to love it." "Where? What...?" "Now, lets switch holes, slut. Get ready." He pulled his cock out of her pussy and immediately positioned it against her anus, spitting onto her once more before starting to drive into her, agonisingly. H e actually took some care, letting her anal sphincter adjust, but in a strange way that made it worse, especially when he told her why. "Don't want to wear you out too soon do we Lotte? After all I'm going to be using this tight little hole a lot in the next few days." He slowly but surely buried the entire length of his cock in her bottom. Sobbing uncontrollably Lotte gave herself up to him. She knew she needed to relax-it hurt so much less that way. His hands were all over her now, rubbing at her pussy one minute, mauling her breasts the next. He was building up the speed of his thrusts into her rectum now and suddenly with a groan he started to come. She felt his cock throbbing inside her, and felt the jets of sperm deep in her bowels. "You dirty slut," he said pulling out of her. His cock was filthy, and she reeled in horror as gripping her by her hair he shoved her down to her knees and stuffed his cock into her mouth. "Now, swallow it all," he said. Her mouth was already filled with the earthy bitterness of her own filth, and suddenly now hot salty piss flooded into her throat. She had practice at this though and gulped instinctively. Only a few drops escaped her lips and splashed down onto her breasts, which he had pulled half out of her bra and dress. "Lets get going, we've got a busy afternoon ahead of us," he said buttoning his trousers. In a daze she followed him across the filed to a little sunken lane where he had parked his car. His come was oozing from her sore anus and when she sat down she felt her cotton dress cling to the wetness on her bottom. He drove fast, smoking, a nasty smug grin on his face. "Where are you taking me? Please Karl....you cannot get away with this you know." "Is that so?" He laughed and reached over and cruelly pinched her nipple. "We'll see about that." She sat and let the tears stream down her face. To Lotte's surprise they turned onto the highway and Karl accelerated to merge with the flow of traffic heading east. He reached over and hitched her dress up her thighs to give himself a view of her pussy. She did not resist, sullen now, resigned to this awfulness. After half an hour Karl pulled off into a rest area. There was a small café for truck drivers, a picnic area and a concrete block of toilets. Karl pulled to a stop in the parking area. "Lets go and get a coffee," he said, leading her towards the café. Inside half a dozen drivers sat hunched over plates of chips and steaming cups of coffee. A few of them looked up as Karl led the slightly dishevelled but strikingly attractive brunette to one of the stools at the counter. He ordered two coffees and lit a cigarette, and then swivelled on his stool to survey the customers. All were men in their middle age or later, and all showed the effects of a diet of greasy food and a sedentary lifestyle. Behind the counter a large man took Karl's money whilst leering at Lotte.