Rider
Rider's screams and moans continued to echo around the room for a while longer as her captor continued his merciless whipping, her body reacting to the torment being inflicted upon it with yet more arousal. Then, finally, he stopped the torture, Rider sighing with a mixture of relief and disappointment as the pain finally stopped, her highly-aroused and very sore body awaiting whatever might come next. Wasting little time, her captor tied a rope to the spreader bar holding her legs apart and pulled her upwards, leaving her hanging from the ceiling, facing upwards.
"Ah, knowing you, you're probably all hot and bothered right now", he said as he worked. "I suppose I should do something about that, shouldn't I?"
Hmm, what does he mean? Rider wondered, anticipating the next part of her punishment as her captor walked away for a moment, before returning with a bucket.
Getting to work, Michael picked out a ice cube from the bucket and placed it directly on Rider's soaking wet folds. The captive servant let out a shocked scream as the cold ice touched her warm body, her discomfort evident.
"Here we go", her captor said, "Now make sure you don't drop anything."
Rider began to moan as the ice continued to torment her defenceless folds, trying to avoid writhing around as best as she could to prevent the ice from falling. Meanwhile, her captor began to place more pieces of ice all over her stomach and her breasts, causing her to let out another involuntary shiver and moan. The ice began to slide around as it melted, and the ice on her breasts quickly slid from the large mounds, falling on the floor or collecting in the valley between the two ample orbs, whilst that on her stomach settled in place. The discomfort and pain she was in was evident as the ice continued to cool her body, and she began to writhe around, causing more of the ice to fall to the floor, including the piece that had been gradually melting on her now-rather-cold pussy. Nevertheless, plenty of ice remained, and the discomfort continued without end.