Chapter 6: An Ice Queen Melting

Lilah Morgan sneered.

Through the slits in her leather mask she saw the silly slut with the white-blonde pigtails jump excitedly up and down. It made the girl's insanely large breasts bounce and jiggle in the tight white schoolgirl's blouse. It also made her minimal skirt dance to reveal the lower cheeks of her round, fat ass.

"Oh god, yessss!" the girl squealed, clapping her long nailed hands.

"Silly brat," Lilah hissed below her breath. "Silly stupid creature."

Beside her walked a slumping, naked girl with dirty blonde hair. She was wrapped in chains. Her elbows and wrists were tightly bound at her back, making her tits push out. They were pathetically small in this world of pumped up glory. The girl was even chained at the knees and the ankles. The metal clattered on the tiled floor with every step she made.

She was silent. Her eyes were on the floor.

Lilah Morgan then chuckled her ice-cold chuckle. She felt good, better than she had for a long time. A glorious rage roared through her body. It fed on the sight of these ridiculous, powerless bimbos. Oh, how hard her nipples got when she put her foot on one of those crawling slave things. She became thoroughly wet whenever she heard their silvery baby voices beg. Or felt their busy pink tongues lick her toes.

Lilah Morgan could not remember ever having been this wet.

She'd never felt this astonishing thrill flash through her body before. She knew now that she wanted it, needed it. She'd never allow anyone to take it away from her again. Her brain fed on the power.

Her cunt soaked up all the new, exciting feelings.

Deep inside her huge chunks melted off her mile-thick glaciers. Rushes of pure heat lapped at her once impenetrable fortress of ice. And, God... how she loved the feeling. How she needed it.

She grabbed at it to hold it tight.

A new corrupting thing crept into her brain. She never saw it coming. It was a stealthy shadow and it darkened her once brilliantly selfish mind. She seemed unable to think of anything else anymore. And she didn't care. How could she? Nothing changed, really. Just the goal of her lifelong ambition had shifted.

It slowly turned her into a sex crazed, lust ridden creature.

And it made her moan.

The impossible heels sent jolts of giddiness into her legs. It radiated into her cunt with each echoing step. The thigh high boots hugged her flesh. They were tightly laced, as was the corset. It deliciously strangled her waist. It pushed up her tits into a modest cleavage, but left the pointy nipples free to bounce.

She watched herself in the mirrors that lined the corridor.

What she saw filled her mind with pride. Her head was wrapped in a black leather skullcap. It only left her piercing eyes and tight blood red lips free. Her hair had been pulled through an opening at the top to make it rise into a high, proud tail.

She remembered how the outfit had been lying around in the guest room she used here. They had been there for days, but only now had she given them her attention. She remembered that she had touched the leather, smelled it. True, the fragrance and the feeling had seduced her into trying them on.

The tight suede thong came on first. Putting it on had made shivers run up and down her back.

She didn't know where the girls had come from. But before she could disagree, they had helped her into the boots. They had laced her up in the corset and taken her breath away.

Her heart never stopped racing ever since.

Lilah Morgan pulled herself out of her reverie. She was in command. She wasn't a mindless bimbo. She didn't need their silly tits and overblown asses. She was Lilah Morgan. She was her own woman. She'd claim her own place, extract her own pleasures.

Lilah slapped a short riding crop against the leather of her boots. She urged the chained girl on.