Ruby vs the Ice Queen

[Catscarlisle]

Ruby vs the Ice Queen

The air in the underground dungeon was as cold as its mistress's reputation.  Polished obsidian floors reflected the dim glow of recessed lights, providing glimpses of various silhouettes as they kneeled before the rhythmic, metallic clacking of Tiffany's five-inch Dr. Marten heels.

Mistress Tiffany stood at the center of the room, observing.  She was the very definition of an ice queen.  At 5'9", she loomed over the figures kneeling before her.  Her ivory skin looked as though it had been carved from a single block of winter marble, flawless and terrifyingly pale.  Her leather outfit complimented the jet-black hair that cascaded down her back like a river of ink.  

Her decision not to wear a mask only served to highlight her piercing blue eyes.  This had the impact of making her all the more intimidating.  They were the cold eyes of a woman who had never once felt the need to submit.

Tiffany adjusted the cuff of her black glove, her gaze sweeping over the three submissives trembling at her feet.  She called herself the Ice Queen, befitting of the chilling presence she commanded over other souls.

"Position three," ordered Tiffany in a frosty tone, her British accent adding an air of authority.

Immediately, the subs shifted into the agonizing posture.  They rose from their bowing forms to kneel perfectly upright before their queen.  Their weight balanced precariously as they adjusted themselves.  With their hands locked away behind their backs, the subs jutted out their chests.

"Good," Tiffany commended them.

Among the subs was an American woman named Ruby.  At 5'6", Ruby was shorter than the dominatrix.  Her caramel skin flushed with the heat of pain and exhaustion.  Her long brown hair was damp with sweat while her breasts rose and fell rapidly in an effort to maintain the rigid postures that TIffany had demanded of her.  

In Position Three, the weight of Ruby's D-cup breasts made the vertical balance nearly impossible, forcing her back to arch painfully as her core muscles screamed in pain.

Noticing her, Tiffany stopped in front of Ruby.  The dominatrix reached out, her gloved finger hooking under Ruby's chin to tilt her head up so that they were forced to stare into one another's eyes.  

The contrast was stark.  

Tiffany's cold blue eyes peered into Ruby's soul, causing her brown eyes to falter slightly.  The dominatrix's small and perky A-cup breasts were held up high with the poise of an aristocrat, unmoved by the tension in the room, as she leaned forth.  In contrast, Ruby's bosom drooped downward as she stared upward with her spine arched.

"You're breathing too loudly, Ruby," Tiffany whispered. "It's distracting.  And you know how I feel about distractions."

Ruby kept silent.  If there was weakness in her, she did not show it well.

But that was how Tiffany liked it.  She enjoyed the thrill of breaking down her captives.

As such, Tiffany didn't pull away.  Instead, she leaned in closer.  Her cold breath ghosted over Ruby's cheek. 

"I don't like silence either," Tiffany stated, "I want you to scream out for me and call me by my name.  You still haven't learned your place, slave."

Ruby's throat bobbed as she swallowed.

Tiffany withdrew her hand, her expression remaining an impenetrable mask of indifference.  Then, as she turned, the dominatrix's hand flew back and smacked Ruby across the face.

The caramel skinned woman grunted.

"Have you learned your place?" Tiffany asked, once more.

SLAP!

But Ruby kept quiet.

"Prove it.  Prove that you are worth taming," Tiffany purred.  To her, dominance wasn't an act so much as it was a state of being.  She used the terrifying certainty that she could never be moved, rattled, or broken in her dungeon as her motivation for breaking others down.  It fueled her dominance, perpetually.

SMACK!

"Ruby, you are being difficult, I see.  Not good like the others," Tiffany stated before moving to the next two targets. "Tell me, my little pets.  Have we learned our places?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Indeed, Mistress."

"Is it really that hard, Ruby?" Tiffany quipped as she walked towards the high-backed chair behind her, her jet-black hair swaying with every sway of her hips.  She was the Ice Queen.  And in her world, everyone eventually froze.  

Tiffany grabbed a whip from the chair and walked towards Ruby.  Normally, Ruby was compliant.  She was a good little pet who remained in her place.  She accepted her role and Tiffany treated her as such.

But today, Ruby had defied her.  For whatever foolish reason, Tiffany did not know.  But she knew she couldn't let that go.  Ruby had to be punished.

"Let's see how you handle this," Tiffany stated, as she snapped her whip in front of Ruby.  

SNAP!

"Don't make this hard on yourself," Tiffany threatened, as she brought the handle of the whip closer to Ruby's face before snapping it, again.

But the caramel-skinned girl wasn't looking at the floor in submission or fear.  She stared back at Tiffany.  And as Tiffany narrowed her eyes, Ruby distinctively, and dramatically, rolled her eyes.

"My, my, aren't we feisty today?"

In truth, Tiffany wanted to slap Ruby across the cheek and unleash the whip upon her naked form.  But as she stared downward, she knew something was different about the caramel colored woman.  

That bothered the dominatrix.  Was this some kind of trick?  Had she become a pure masochist, simply enjoying rather than suffering?  Either way, such a dynamic was ruining the dominatrix's sense of control.  To simply strike with force would not resolve her predicament.

Instead, there had to be something else.  Some way to dominate this bitch and put her in her place, for good.

"Is something boring you, pet?" Tiffany asked softly.

Before Ruby could answer, Tiffany's hand whipped out faster than before.

CRACK!

The slap echoed off the obsidian walls, snapping Ruby's head to the side.  The force was strong enough to leave a red imprint of her hand on her cheek.

"Submit," Tiffany hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "You have been disobedient.  Beg for forgiveness.  Or face a wrath far worse than death.  Your choice."

Ruby slowly turned her head back.  Her lip was bleeding slightly.  But as her brown eyes creased, she smiled.

Tiffany, on the other hand, frowned.

"No," Ruby replied.

The other subs gasped.  This was not what Tiffany wished to occur.  She was losing her control in front of the others.

"No?" Tiffany repeated, arching a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

"I said no," Ruby spat, struggling against her restraints. "In fact, I'm done kneeling to you.  You think you're some kind of ice queen?  But the entire time, you've been nothing but a little girl playing dress-up in leather.  Stop pretending to be so tough.  You're weaker than I am and you know it."

The other subs stared up, wondering what was going on.  A quick SNAP of the whip was enough to force them to look back down at the floor.

Tiffany stared at her challenger, stunned for a second before chuckling.  Indeed, she understood the game this sub was trying to play.    

"Cut me loose and I'll prove it to you," Ruby challenged, her chest heaving against the constraints around her chest. "I challenge you to a sexfight.  No weapons.  No restraints.  Just you and me.  To prove who the better woman is."

"You seriously want to wrestle me?" Tiffany asked, laughing harder this time.  "Oh, darling.  You really are desperate for attention today, aren't you."

"What?  Scared?" Ruby goaded, leaning forward as much as she could. "Scared that without your whip, the Ice Queen is actually fragile?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.  Tiffany bit down on her lips.  Her blue eyes turned into shards of ice.  This wasn't a question of cowardice or desire.  This was one of legitimacy.  

She would have to play the game.  She would have to put down this usurper to her crown.

"Fine," Tiffany said, her voice flat. "If you are so eager to be humiliated, I will grant your wish.  But we won't do it in private.  The monthly Dungeon Gathering will be next week.  All my subs will be there.  Other Mistresses will be there.  I want an audience when I break you."

"Very well," Ruby responded, a smug look on her face.  "It's decided, then."

"Yes," Tiffany replied coldly, "It is decided.  Now, let's get back to business."

And with that, she forced Ruby's lips to meet hers before punching her in the head, knocking her out.



A week later, the Dungeon Gathering occurred as usual.  The only difference this week, however, was that Tiffany had an announcement she wanted to make.

All the subs had shown up, invited at Tiffany's command.

Meanwhile, the Mistresses sat on the side, bound in black leather, like dark queens gathered for a summit.

Tiffany stood on one side, looking immaculate in a black leather skirt with a matching halter top.  Her leather Dr Martin boots were made of a firm but highly polished buttero leather.  With her jetblack hair and black painted fingernails, she presented herself as an underworld empress.

"Tonight is a special night," Tiffany announced, addressing the crowd with the confidence of a monarch.  "There is a challenger to the throne.  A sub who does not know her place has the audacity to challenge me, the Ice Queen."

The subs began whispering amongst themselves while the Mistresses stared with ice cold intensity.

SNAP!

The subs quickly reverted to silence, as Tiffany snapped her whip.

"For that, I will impart upon those who would challenge my rule, a valuable lesson," Tiffany explained, her eyes turning towards Ruby, who stood opposite of her in a black sports bra and yellow sports shorts with black stripes on the side akin to a famous cinematic character.  "The natural order demands that she who challenges me be put in her place."

As she exhaled, Ruby turned her nose up before crossing her arms.

Tiffany walked over to her side of the room, making eye contact with her subs in the crowd. 

"Watch closely, all of you.  Let this be a lesson.  I will break her mind and her will.  And I will make her submit before my heel!  And when I am done with her, she shall forever be broken.  Then, she will be nothing more than a doll for all of you to play with."

The Head Mistress, a statuesque woman with a black Colombina mask and a dark veil partially covering her head, turned towards Ruby.

"What does Ruby, the challenger, have to say?" the Head Mistress asked, her full breasts bulging as she leaned forward.

"For some time now, I have tended to Tiffany's shallow outbursts.  As a domme, she calls herself the Ice Queen," Ruby explained, pacing energetically before pointing a finger at Tiffany. "She thinks she's untouchable because she's cold.  But ice is brittle.  And Tiffany is close to cracking.  She is not fit to be a domme."

As Tiffany stood and watched with amusement, the height difference between the two was apparent.  Tiffany was taller and statuesque but Ruby was compact and fiercely curved.

"I'm looking forward to making the Ice Queen melt," Ruby paused, in between bated breaths, for dramatic effect.  She sized Tiffany up and down as she walked in her direction, as if to invade her personal space.  Then, she looked into her rival's icy blue eyes and smirked.  "Our pale little Ice Queen, here, is going to end up as nothing more than a puddle of melted vanilla ice cream."

The crowd murmured, some chuckling at the jab clearly aimed at Tiffany's pale complexion and icy rigidity.

The dominatrix's porcelain face tightened.  Her composure cracked for just a fraction of a second.  It was clear who she felt as her nostrils flared and she shifted her body.  Being insulted was one thing.  But now, she was being attacked

"You will regret those words, child," Tiffany whispered, no longer performing for the crowd but instead, speaking directly to her prey.  "I'm going to destroy you tonight."

The tension in the room thickened, heavy with the scent of perfume.  Tiffany stepped into the center of the room, her Dr. Martens boots clicking ominously against the floor.  She smoothed her black leather skirt, looking down her nose at the shorter woman.

"Before I dismantle you," Tiffany announced, her voice echoing off the dungeon walls as she pointed a finger towards the corner of the room, where a mechanical device sat idle. "Let us raise the stakes to something appropriate for a pet who has forgotten her training.  When you lose, you will be strapped to the Sybian.  An O-ring gag will be locked into that defiant mouth of yours.  And you will remain there, vibrating and drooling, for the duration of the entire gathering.  Then, all shall know you as the whore who defied the Ice Queen!"

The crowd murmured their approval.  It was a humiliating thought, stripping the loser and binding her for all to see.

"Cute challenge.  I accept," Ruby said, her voice steady as her gazed shifted from her opponent's cold eyes to her polished boots. "But when I win, I will be stripping you naked.  And those boots you're wearing?  I'm going to take them as a war trophy to remind everyone that the Ice Queen will no longer be able to stand on her own two feet.  Instead, she will crawl on all fours.  Forever."

"You truly are delusional, girl," Tiffany stated, laughing as she rolled her eyes, "You're fighting for a fantasy, darling, while I am fighting to correct our reality."

"Less talking, more melting," Ruby snapped.

"So be it!" Tiffany muttered.

"Enough," the Head Mistress stated, before standing up and gesturing at the two women.  "Let us begin this event, then."

The two women began to circle one another.  In that darkened dungeon, the visual contrast was striking.  Tiffany was tall and pale, moving with the stiff precision of a predator.   Ruby was shorter, darker, and more curvaceous, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet with coiled energy.

"You look ridiculous in those shorts," Tiffany sneered, stepping left.  "Are you sure you came to win?"

"And you look like a stiff board in your outfit," Ruby retorted, matching her movement.

The two smirked at one another, as they stared.

But Tiffany's patience immediately evaporated as she lunged forward with a stinging, open-handed slap that caught Ruby across the cheek.

But Ruby did not back down.  Instead, she retaliated by stepping into Tiffany's guard and wrapping her arms around Tiffany's waist as she drove forward into the domme's midsection.

"Oof!" Tiffany gasped, the air rushing out of her lungs as she was partially lifted off her heels.  

The smaller woman was strong and had a lower center of gravity.  Ruby used this momentum to drive them both backwards.  

And as Tiffany's heels skid across the mat, her gloved hands flew up towards Ruby's long brown hair.  The dominatrix yanked Ruby's head back, forcing the shorter woman's neck to arch painfully, as they fell to the floor together.

"Ugh," Ruby cried out, as she found body dragged in between the taller woman's legs by her chestnut mane.

"Come forward, pet," Tiffany taunted, raising her hands so that she could stare into Ruby's eyes. "Come forth and receive punishment!"

Ruby hissed.  Reacting on instinct, she lashed out with her own hands as she clawed at her opponent's body.

"You bitch!" Tiffany shrieked, yanking Ruby's head.

Ruby gritted her teeth, refusing to cry out.  Instead, she used the momentum, swinging her body around to rake her fingernails down Tiffany's bare arms, hoping to mar the Ice Queen's perfection.

Tiffany gasped, releasing the hair to grab Ruby's wrists.  

The two women locked up in the center of the room.  It was a contest of leverage versus power.  

Tiffany tried to use her height and length to bear her weight down on the shorter girl, pressing her A-cup chest against Ruby's ample bosom as she forced her onto her knees.

"Kneel!" Tiffany commanded, her blue eyes blazing.

"Make me!" Ruby shot back.  She dropped her hips before hooking her leg behind Tiffany's knee, dragging the taller woman downward.  Then, she shoved forth with her chest, using her lower center of gravity to throw the dominatrix off balance. 

Tiffany stumbled, her heavy boots clattering awkwardly on the stone floor.  Still, she managed to stay upright by grabbing onto Ruby's waist.

(TIFFANY:)

The heat.  That is the first thing I notice about her.

It is not the heat of passion.  No, it is the humid heat of a rebellious child desperately flailing against discipline.  Her caramel skin feels feverish against my cool porcelain.  It is a chaotic friction that I find utterly distasteful.  I detest it!

She is heavy.  Denser than she looks.  She uses that bosom like a battering ram against my body.  As I move, she tries to undercut my center of gravity.  But I do not allow it.  I will tear all the hairs off that head of hers, if I have to.

Still, for a fleeting second, the floor beneath my heels feels unstable as her claws reach for my flesh.

Unacceptable.

My pulse does not race from fear.  It accelerates from indignation.  She dares to breathe her defiance into my face?  She dares think she can topple the Ice Queen from her throne? 

The audience is watching, waiting for the crack in the ice.  They will find none!

She wants to grapple?  Fine.  I will turn her own body against her and make her submit.

KNEEL!

The grapple turned into a frantic, erotic dance.

The two women crashed against the wall. 

Realizing she couldn't simply overpower the shorter girl, Tiffany slid her arm in front of Ruby's neck and pinned her against the wall in an effort to choke her.

"Having trouble breathing, dear?" Tiffany taunted, tightening her grip as she pressed her hips against Ruby's torso.

Ruby clawed at the arm around her neck, her face flushing.  But she wasn't out yet.  

The American reached downwards, her hand finding the back of Tiffany's leather skirt.   As she did so, Ruby yanked hard, trying to expose the Mistress to the crowd. 

As Tiffany cried out and attempted to adjust her garment, Ruby broke the hold and spun to deliver a resounding slap across Tiffany's face.

SMACK!

In response, the domme leaned forth and yanked at Ruby's shorts and the thong hiding behind it.  Ruby responded in kind by going after her leather skirt, once more.

Soon, both women were bottomless as they stared at one another, with angry gasps.

The front of Ruby's pussy featured a noticeable landing strip.  In contrast, Tiffany was shaved and pale like the rest of her body.

This only served to further the tension as they shot their arms out against one another in an attempt to bring the other down, their bodies like fire and ice.

(RUBY:)

Everything about her is just so damn cold.

As I make contact, her skin feels like polished marble against my fingertips.  It is smooth, lifeless, and irritatingly perfect.  I expected her to flinch to my nails but she just stiffened.  Like a vampire queen.

And like a queen, she thinks she's above all of this.  That she is above me.  I can see it in those icy blue eyes of hers.

She hates that I'm dragging her royal ass down onto the floor.  She hates that the air is hitting her bare ass just like it's hitting mine.  Good.  It's about time she felt a little bit frostier than even she is used to.

The standoff barely lasted a second.  The silence of the dungeon was quickly broken by the sharp intake of breaths and short gasps. 

The sight of ivory meeting caramel, stripped from the waist down, as their flesh melded together caused both the Subs and the Dommes to purse their lips.

"You uncouth savage," Tiffany spat, her face flushing a rare shade of pink.

"Come and get me, Your Highness," Ruby taunted, widening her stance.

Tiffany threw herself forward as she descended into a feral scramble, her long limbs reaching out to tear Ruby apart.

But Ruby didn't retreat.  She dropped her shoulder and drove forward, meeting the taller woman's charge head on.

THUD!

The two women rolled on the floor, their hair and limbs tangled together.

Still clad in heavy boots, Tiffany's long legs thrashed wildly until they hooked around Ruby's waist.  The raven haired mistress clawed at the caramel colored woman.

Ruby, however, was much more adept at fighting.  She quickly adjusted and moved her hands around the dominatrix's wrists.  As she did so, she forcefully pressed her D-cup chest against Tiffany's chest.  Then, she maneuvered the taller woman around until she could hook her own leg in between Tiffany's legs.

"Get off of me!" Tiffany gritted out, her hands desperately reaching for Ruby's shoulders, the fingernails digging into the caramel skin.

"What's the matter?  Feeling a little tangled?" Ruby quipped.

As their bodies grinded, the wrestling match instantly became a friction-filled struggle. 

Ruby tried to mount Tiffany, straddling the domme's thighs with her own legs as she pressed downward with her body.  The landing strip of Ruby's groin rubbed up against the pale mound of Tiffany's pubis.  

Their struggle was violent and unmistakably erotic.  The friction of their bare skin making contact sent a jolt of electric shock through both their bodies.  No doubt the entire room also felt a contagious surge in their loins, as they watched.

Tiffany, realizing she was being pinned, arched her back violently.  She bucked her hips upward.  Her pelvis collided with Ruby's in a jarring rhythm.  Using her height advantage, she managed to hook one of her heavy boots behind Ruby's knee and twisted her hips in gyrating motions.

With a yelp, Ruby lost her balance.  The momentum shifted again.  

Tiffany rolled them both over, her jet-black hair whipping through the air like a lash.   Now on top, the Ice Queen didn't hesitate.  She pinned Ruby's wrists to the floor above her head, her weight settling directly on top of Ruby's torso.

"I will crush you like the insignificant insect that you are," Tiffany hissed, leaning down with a chilling smile on her face.

(TIFFANY:)

Order is being restored.

The only view acceptable to me is looking down on her from my pedestal.  Beneath my heel, she tries to fight back.  But I do not allow it.

I can feel her heart fluttering behind her bosom and hammering against my ribs.  I can sense it.  Her heartbeat is frantic with a rhythm that betrays her bravado.  Her skin is slick as it slides against my porcelain frame.  But as she fights back, I have her pinned. 

The sight of her helpless form struggling beneath my body and between my legs fuels a rush.    She thought to try and melt me?  Foolish girl!  I am the Ice Queen!

The mistress sat up tall, driving her full weight into Ruby's abdomen.  And then, in a display of dominance, Tiffany began to grind her hips in a heavy, crushing motion designed to pin and humiliate her foe.  The pale skin of her inner thighs squeezed tightly against Ruby's caramel waist, locking the submissive in a vice grip of pleasure and pain.

"Stay down, pet," Tiffany whispered, putting her full weight into her wrists to keep the girl flat.

Ruby gasped for air, struggling beneath the weight of the taller woman.  But her eyes were still burning.  She bucked her hips, her bare bottom slapping against the floor as she tried to dislodge the rider.

"Is this the heat you wanted?" Tiffany mocked, almost breathless. "Is this the melting you promised earlier?"

"I'm, just, getting, uhh, started," Ruby choked out between gasps.

Indeed, Ruby wasn't finished just yet.  With a grunt of exertion, the caramel-skinned girl twisted her wrists beneath Tiffany's gloved palms.  Instead of trying to pull away, she surged upward.  Her fingers snapped open before clamping down hard over the backs of Tiffany's hands.  They were interlocked now.

Tiffany's eyes widened as she found herself locked in a contest of strength with the shorter woman.

"You think you can overpower me?" Tiffany grit out through clenched teeth.

Ruby's fingers interlaced with Tiffany's, squeezing with a tight grip.

"I think I already am," Ruby panted, forcing their locked hands to sway from side to side.

Indeed, the shorter woman was much stronger which surprised the dominatrix.

Their contest of strength forced their upper bodies to tense up, causing them to tremble as they struggled.  To maintain their leverage, both women had to engage their cores which caused their hips to grind together in slow and rhythmic circles.

Tiffany pushed down, trying to force Ruby's body onto the stone floor.  But Ruby pushed upwards, trying to bridge her hips and dislodge the Ice Queen off of her.  The end result was a stalemate of flesh and heavy breathing.  And as the heat was trying to melt the ice, both women glared into one another's eyes as their fingers further locked together.  Then, the friction between their pussies only further intensified.  

Ruby threw her head forward, sinking her teeth into the leather of Tiffany's halter top as she tried to bite her opponent's breasts.

"Aieee! " Tiffany shrieked, the Ice Queen persona briefly shattering amidst a high-pitched cry.  "You little bitch!"

Ruby clamped her jaw shut.  The thick leather of the halter top was a barrier.  But the pain had clearly shot through.  Ruby bit down even harder, feeling the pressure on her jaw.

The sudden shock sent a spasm through the dominatrix's body. Instinct took over.  

Tiffany's hips jerked violently, grinding down hard against Ruby's crotch in a frantic and involuntary gyration.  The friction was so sudden and intense that the sharp spike of heat in her groin made Ruby gasp. 

But even as Ruby was unable to bite down on her rival, she didn't retreat.  She held fast, keeping the domme's hands locked with hers.  With a wildcat's growl, her mouth went upwards again and snagged the leather shoulder strap of Tiffany's halter top down her arm.

With her hands still firmly held within Ruby's grip and gravity doing the rest, the leather garment slumped forward and peeled away from Tiffany's body.  The Ice Queen was now topless in front of her peers.  With her nipples hardening amidst the chilly air, her pale and small breasts perked upwards.

And Ruby didn't hesitate.  She surged up to meet them with her teeth.

(RUBY:)

Yes!  Her scream.  That is the sound of the ice cracking.

I can taste the leather but the reaction is sweet as I clamp down on her flesh.  She's not posing like a domme anymore. 

Still, the way she grinds down on me, it feels like she is trying to stamp the fire out in my loins.  My sore hips buck to meet hers, ready to escape.

But I try to fight her.

When I do, she tries to pull away.  I know I have her anchored.  Instead of biting through, I will strip away her leather instead.

I expose her.  Her tits are cold, small, pale, and trembling right in front of my face.  Just like I said.  Vanilla ice cream.

It's time to see what she tastes like before she dissolves completely.

The dungeon echoed with the sound the of the Ice Queen losing her composure.

"Ughhh!  Enough!" Tiffany cried out, her hair thrashing wildly as Ruby buried her face into her exposed tits.  The teeth gnawing onto her flesh jolted her upright.  She released her fingers and tried to stop Ruby but the shorter woman held onto her wrists and fought for control.

Ruby was ruthless.  Her mouth clamped down on one of Tiffany's small, perky nipples.  She bit down with just enough pressure to make the dominatrix howl.  Then, shifting gears to confuse her opponent's senses, Ruby began to flick her tongue over the sensitive nub.  She playfully nibbled and twirled with a feral intensity.

The Domme moaned in front of her peers, her cheeks reddening.

"Submit," Ruby declared from below.  To drive her point home, Ruby ground her hips, as well.  Her pelvis hammered against Tiffany's crotch in a punishing cadence.  The friction was maddening that Tiffany was forced to arch her back, gasping for air as her own body betrayed her.

"E-e-ah-enough!"

Desperate to regain control, Tiffany tried to retaliate.  She craned her neck forward, trying to retaliate by doing the same thing that was happening to her against Ruby's D-cups.  She wanted to bite her opponent and tear her flesh.

But as she attempted to, Tiffany found that the angle was impossible to achieve.  As such, Tiffany could only manage to graze the damp fabric of Ruby's sports bra with her mouth.

Frustrated, Tiffany abandoned her position.  She ripped her hands free from Ruby's grip with a guttural scream of effort before shoving the woman away.

"Get off of me!" Tiffany gasped.

But Ruby remained persistent and held onto Tiffany's midriff before trying to suck on her bosom.

Unable to bite, Tiffany's gloved hands flew up and latched onto Ruby's breasts.  She squeezed mercilessly, her fingers digging in through the sports bra.  She tried to claw, to draw blood, to shred the skin.  Whatever it took.

But the thick leather of her gloves acted as a buffer.  Instead of sharp scratches, the result was a crushing pressure that mashed the soft flesh of Ruby's bosom.

Ruby grunted.  The pain was sharp enough to break her focus.  And she released the nipple she had been tormenting.

Riiiip!

Ruby's breasts spilled out into the open as Tiffany tore at the sports bra, drawing a few gasps from the subs.

But she still didn't retreat.  Ruby kept her thighs clamped tight around Tiffany's ribcage.

"What's the matter, Tiffany?" Ruby asked.  "Ready to melt?"

Tiffany, on the other hand, couldn't breathe.  She couldn't buck the shorter girl off.  And as her hands slid down from Ruby's chest, frantically searching for a leverage point to pry herself free, Tiffany's fingers found the curve of Ruby's bare buttocks.

Then, Tiffany dug in with her gloved nails.  She curled her fingers, sinking the tips of her leather gloves deep into the soft, caramel flesh of Ruby's glutes.  And with all her remaining strength, she began dragging her nails aggressively down the back of Ruby's thighs. 

The reaction was instantaneous.

As Tiffany's rough leather fingers manipulated her bottom and loins with such aggressive friction, Ruby's eyes went wide. 

"Ughh!

A jolt of intense stimulation shot straight up Ruby's spine.  It wasn't just pain.  It was also a strange, overwhelming pressure that flooded her groin with a sudden and distracting sensation.

"Ah!" Ruby gasped, her voice pitching up in panic.

In response, Tiffany applied even more pressure, her nails dragging aggressively across the sensitive skin of Ruby's glutes.

The crowd watched, in confusion, as the strength in Ruby's legs evaporated.  Her thighs, which had been as sturdy as roots on a tree earlier, suddenly turned to jelly as she began quivering.

The sensation was too much.  Ruby's sense of dominance shattered under the sensory overload.  And instinct took over.  But it wasn't the instinct to fight back.  It was the instinct to flee.

Ruby scrambled backward, her coordination failing her as she practically fell off of Tiffany's torso.  She crawled on all fours, maneuvering across the floor with her chest heaving as she tried to escape the confusing heat that Tiffany's claws had ignited within her loins.

(RUBY:)

I had her where I wanted.  My teeth tasted her vanilla flesh.  She could not break from my grasp.

So why?  W-wh-why is this happening to me?

Those thick, rough leather gloves keep digging into my bottom.

It's not just scratching.  There is a searing shock right at the base of my spine.  The pressure radiating through my glutes and between my legs is just too much. 

Was that an orgasm?!

My thighs just completely gave out.  The heat I was trying to force on her has suddenly flooded my own body with a wetness.  I have to get away!  Now!  I have to escape this throbbing sensation down below.

Ruby scrambled across the obsidian floor on all fours.  Her heavy D-cups swayed wildly as she tried to place distance between herself and the dominatrix. 

But behind her, Tiffany rose to her feet.  The halter top hung uselessly at her waist while her pale, perky breasts swung.  The Ice Queen no longer looked flustered.  As she smiled chillingly, her icy blue eyes locked onto her prey with the terrifying focus of an apex predator.

"Going somewhere, pet?" Tiffany purred, her heavy boots thudding against the floor as she strode forward with a sway in her hips.

Before Ruby could crawl more than a few feet, Tiffany pounced upon her.

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

A vicious open-handed slap struck Ruby's bare bottom, not just once but thrice.  Each spank echoed through the dungeon like the sound of thunder. 

As her body fell slightly forward, Ruby yelped in fear.  

But it did not matter as Tiffany's gloved hands immediately latched onto her hips.  The taller woman yanked hard, dragging Ruby backward across the polished stone.

"No!  Let go!" Ruby cried out, her caramel colored derriere arched upwards.

"You don't give the orders here," Tiffany hissed.

Pinning the squirming submissive's hips to the floor, Tiffany leaned forward.  Parting her lips, the dominatrix sank her teeth directly into the soft, fleshy cheek of Ruby's bare buttocks while pulling her backwards.

"Argghhh!" Ruby howled, her back twerking involuntarily as the sharp bite pierced her bravado.

But Tiffany wasn't finished.  As Ruby cried out from the bite, Tiffany reached beneath the American's body.  The Domme's leather-clad hand forcefully cupped Ruby's exposed groin. The thick, rough texture of the glove pressed firmly against Ruby's wet, swollen folds.  And then, Tiffany began to rub with a ruthless rhythm.

"Ughhh!  Oh!  W-wait!  S-s-stop!" Ruby gasped, her panic skyrocketing.

The harsh friction of the leather against her most sensitive flesh sent a tidal wave of involuntary pleasure through her nervous system.  Ruby's eyes rolled back as her mouth parted into an 'o' shape.  As her body quivered wildly, thrashing in Tiffany's grip, she was completely at the mercy of the Ice Queen's hand.

"Did you really think a little heat could melt me?" Tiffany taunted, her voice a cruel, frosty whisper in Ruby's ear as her leather fingers worked the girl's pussy mercilessly.  "Ice doesn't melt, darling.  It freezes everything it touches."

"M-m-mistress, uhh.  Oooh.  P-please," Ruby begged, stammering the words as they slipped out of her mouth.

Tiffany chuckled.  Looking over at the Head Mistress, she gave one final, punishing squeeze to Ruby's clit before abruptly withdrawing her hand and stepping back, towering over the gasping woman.

The sudden absence of touch left Ruby whimpering.  The American slowly pulled her legs underneath her.  Her caramel skin was flushed as she struggled for breath.  Without being told, her body instinctively remembered its training.  She pushed her torso upright before sinking into a trembling and submissive kneel.  The flustered woman lowered her head, her long brown hair falling forward to hide her flushed face as she shivered at the feet of her Domme.

Tiffany could only smile.

"See now?" Tiffany stated boldly, for all to see.  "This was inevitable.  This was the end result for those who would challenge my authority."

Ruby remained perfectly still, her heavy D-cups swaying with each ragged breath as she knelt on the cold floor.  The earlier defiance that had burned so fiercely had been utterly extinguished and replaced by the stimulation between her legs.

"Uhhh, uh, ohhh."

"You truly believed you could dethrone me," the Ice Queen stated, looking down at her broken challenger with a malevolent grin. "But for your insolence, pet, you must be punished.  A simple spanking won't suffice.  No.  Something far worse awaits."

Without warning, Tiffany's fingers twisted ruthlessly into Ruby's long brown hair.  Then, she began tugging Ruby forth.

"Ahhh!" Ruby cried out as Tiffany yanked her by her hair.  

"Come along now, darling," Tiffany commanded.  

Dragging the whimpering woman by her chestnut mane, Tiffany forced her to stumble across the room toward the dungeon's expansive wall of devices.  The powerful Sybian sat idle in the corner, waiting for its promised turn.  However, it would have to wait.  For now, Tiffany had something far more personal in mind for this stage of her victory.

"Oh, just wait until you see what I have in store for you," Tiffany declared.

"N-no, wait."

Releasing Ruby's hair, Tiffany slammed the submissive against the wall and left her to slump downward while she perused the assortment of toys.  Ruby peered up through her messy hair only to widen her eyes as she saw what the dominatrix pulled free from the rack.

It was a thick and imposing strap-on, anchored to a black leather harness.

A wicked smile spread across Tiffany's porcelain face.  With practiced ease, the Ice Queen stepped into the harness.  The dark leather stood out starkly against her ivory skin while the phallic attachment jutted out aggressively.  She looked like an underworld empress preparing to claim her spoils.

The sight was too much for Ruby.  Panic surged through her veins.  And abandoning her submissive posture, Ruby spun around and desperately tried to crawl away on all fours, her caramel curves shaking as she scrambled across the floor.

"Going somewhere again, little pet?" Tiffany mocked.

The pursuit was leisurely, yet terrifying. 

Clack.  Clack.  Clack.  The sound of Tiffany's heels echoed methodically behind her, sounding like the ticking clock of Ruby's inevitable doom.

Ruby didn't make it far.

Tiffany lunged, her gloved hands slapping down violently onto the cheeks of Ruby's bare bottom.  The rough leather clutched the caramel flesh tightly, squeezing with aggression.

"Ughh! N-no!" Ruby squeaked.  The harsh friction of the thick gloves on her glutes triggered that hypersensitive knot in her loins, causing her thighs to twist and turn into jelly before completely locking up.  Her back arched deeply as she whimpered, utterly trapped by the agonizingly confusing pleasure.

There was no escape.  Tiffany stepped right behind Ruby's posterior, her heavy boots planting firmly on each side of Ruby's legs to lock her into place.  Then, the dominatrix grabbed Ruby by the hips, aligning her strap on to match up with the submissive.

"You spent all that energy trying to make me melt, Ruby," Tiffany whispered, her frosty voice dripping with snark as she leaned over the girl's trembling back. "But the Ice Queen doesn't melt.  Instead, she leaves you completely frozen in your place."

With an authoritative grunt, Tiffany grabbed a fistful of Ruby's hair before pulling her hips back.  Then, she mercilessly rammed the device deep inside of her.

The audience of Mistresses and Subs watched in mesmerized silence, which was broken only by the rhythmic slapping of leather against flesh.  

Tiffany towered over her defeated rival as she gripped the submissive's caramel body with her gloves.  The Ice Queen drove her hips forward, burying the thick phallus deep within Ruby and pumping with a punishing pace.

"Ughh!  Ahhh!  M-Mistress, please!" Ruby whimpered, her face buried into her forearms against the cold floor.

"Listen to you," Tiffany mocked, her voice echoing off the walls as she pulled her hips back before driving forward again. "You sound exactly as you should.  Like a broken little toy!"

SLAP! 

The pumping sensation was relentless.  Every time Tiffany thrust her hips, Ruby's back arched.  Her D-cups swayed helplessly beneath her as the deep, stretching pressure overrode her senses.  Her groans and moans of humiliation filled the dungeon befitting more of a sub and less of the defiant woman who had challenged the throne just a short time ago. 

Meanwhile, Tiffany reveled in her dominance.  Her pale skin glistened lightly as her small, perky breasts bounced slightly with every authoritative thrust.  She was the undisputed queen of this domain, taking her time to thoroughly dismantle Ruby's pride in front of her audience.

But as the agonizingly deep strokes continued, the pressure became too much for Ruby.  Desperate to find some form of relief from the relentless stretching of her insides, Ruby instinctively forced her body to adjust. 

And as Tiffany withdrew for another harsh thrust, Ruby accidentally twerked her hips backward, throwing her own weight into the Mistress in a bid to shove her away.

Something immediately happened.

"Ahhh!" Tiffany gasped loudly, her body stiffening instantly.  The sudden backward motion caused the thick leather base of the harness to violently grind against Tiffany's own bare pussy.

The Ice Queen froze mid-thrust.  Her blue eyes went wide.  The sudden intense friction against her shaved groin was electric.  

Hearing the sharp intake of breath, Ruby paused her whimpering and moaning.  She slowly turned her head, her brown eyes peeking over her trembling shoulder.  That was when she saw Tiffany's chest heaving hysterically while her porcelain face flushed red as a gasp escaped her lips.

A wicked thought appeared in Ruby's head.  The strap-on device wasn't just a weapon against her.  It likely had a secondary impact for the Domme wearing it.

With a defiant smirk returning to her lips, Ruby planted her palms firmly against the stone floor.  Bracing her knees, she shoved her heavy caramel buttocks violently backward in a reverse humping motion.

"Oh.  Ohhhh!  Ugh!" Tiffany grunted, her face expressing pure shock as the thick leather base of the strap-on mashed mercilessly against her clit.

"Not so cold now, are you?" Ruby panted, smiling as she drove her hips backwards.

"S-stop!  You insolent, ahhh!" Tiffany's pitched soared.  She tried to shove her hips forward, desperately attempting to regain the rhythm and maintain her dominance. 

The other dommes and the subs watched with bewildered curiosity.  

Tiffany planted her heavy boots onto the floor and began thrusting with all her remaining might.

But Ruby was fighting for her dignity now.  She pushed off the floor with her arms and legs, turning the punishment into a desperate battle.  Whenever Tiffany tried to thrust forward to pump the device, Ruby would violently shove backward.  This forced the base of the strap-on to violently rub and crush against Tiffany's swollen flesh.

"S-submit!" Tiffany growled, her voice losing its frosty edge as it was replaced by a desperate, ragged moan instead.

"Make me," Ruby groaned loudly, her breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps.

The two women continued their motion, panting and gasping as they fought for control.  

Tiffany pushed her narrow hips forward with a desperate but prideful grunt, trying to force the strap-on deeper.  But Ruby, fueled by adrenaline, tightened her caramel-colored glutes as she shoved backwards with equal ferocity.

Nonetheless, the thick leather base of the harness crushed aggressively against Tiffany's groin.

"Ughh!  N-no!  Stop moving, you lousy rat!" Tiffany shrieked, her voice cracking as the unwanted pleasure overwhelmed her icy composure.

"Not a chance, Your Highness!" Ruby panted mockingly, her lips flashing a wicked smirk.

As Tiffany leaned her upper body back to generate more thrusting power, Ruby timed her next move perfectly.  Bracing her palms flat against the floor, Ruby shoved backwards with explosive force.

As a result, Tiffany was caught off guard as her Dr. Martens boots slipped away from the polished floor.  With a breathless gasp, the Ice Queen fell backwards, her arms windmilling helplessly before she slammed flat against the floor.

The crowd of subs gasped.  Even the Head Mistress, normally a statue of dark authority, leaned forward in her high-backed chair.  The sight of the dungeon's "Ice Queen" being toppled by her own submissive was truly an unprecedented situation.

"Aw, did I hurt you?" Ruby gloated, as she looked behind her shoulders.

Without missing a beat, Ruby capitalized on her rival's fall.  Pivoting her hips, she swung her legs over to fully straddle Tiffany.  Driving her knees onto the floor, Ruby grabbed each of Tiffany's long legs and forcefully split them spread-eagle.

"Let's see how you handle the heat," Ruby sneered.

"W-what are you doing?" Tiffany asked, as she tried to shove Ruby off of her.

"Gonna take you for a ride!"

Using the dominatrix's position for leverage, Ruby sank all the way down onto the thick phallus, establishing a dominant cowgirl position as she held onto her rival's legs.

And then, she began to bounce wildly.

Ruby gyrated her hips, rolling her pelvis with a grinding motion that forced the base of the harness to furiously rub against Tiffany's exposed groin.  She threw her head back, letting out a blissful moan as she began to twerk and bounce up and down the squirming dominatrix.

"Ohhhh!  Ughhh!  Get off!  Get off of me!" Tiffany wailed, her back arching off the floor as her body squirmed involuntarily. 

With every vicious bounce, Ruby's heavy D-cup breasts swayed and slapped heavily against her own chest, a hypnotic display of unleashed female power.

Desperate to regain control, Tiffany's gloved hands shot up and latched onto Ruby's bouncing bottom.  Tiffany dug her leather-clad claws into the soft flesh, trying to trigger that paralyzing sensation from earlier.

Ruby gasped as the rough leather scraped her glutes.  But it only caused her body to tighten up.  Then, the adrenaline fueled her resistance to the confusing pleasure. 

"Oh, you like touching me that much?" Ruby taunted, her eyes narrowing as she hugged her rival's legs. "Let me return the favor!"

Maintaining her bouncing rhythm, Ruby reached down between their grinding bodies as she hugged Tiffany's legs.  With a tickling sensation, she slipped her fingers beneath the tight leather straps of the harness.

Her fingers moved slowly so as to tease the dominatrix.

"W-wait!"

Ruby found Tiffany's clit, slick from all the pressure being applied to it.  And then, with ruthless precision, Ruby began to stimulate the Ice Queen's most sensitive flesh.

"NO!  WAIT!  UGHHH!" Tiffany howled, her icy facade completely shattering into a puddle of agonizing ecstasy.  Her head thrashed violently from side to side.  She tried to buck her hips free.  Her jet-black hair fanned out across the floor as her pale A-cups heaved with every panicked breath.

"Oh?  I thought you'd like this?  Come on, Mistress," Ruby taunted.  It was, then, that she remembered something and smirked behind her shoulders at her rival.  "By the way, remember what I said earlier?"

With her left hand working Tiffany into a frenzied mess, Ruby immediately used her right hand to reach down and grab the heel of Tiffany's right boot.  From there, she yanked hard.

Pop!  The heavy buttero leather Dr. Martens boot slid off Tiffany's foot.

"One trophy down," Ruby declared over the sound of Tiffany's helpless moans. 

Without missing a beat, Ruby seamlessly switched hands.  Her right hand slipped beneath the harness to continue the merciless stimulation of Tiffany's pussy while her left hand reached down for the remaining boot.

"Ahhh!  P-please!  I can't take it!" Tiffany sobbed, her hips involuntarily bucking upward into Ruby's hand, completely at the mercy of the caramel-skinned girl riding her.

Ruby grabbed the left boot, yanking it free from the dominatrix's foot.  With a triumphant flick of her wrist, she tossed the heavy leather footwear across the room towards the audience where it clattered loudly against the floor.

With the Ice Queen now barefoot, squirming, and practically melting beneath her, Ruby leaned backwards and turned her head again.  

"You said I'd be strapped to the Sybian when this was over," Ruby reminded Tiffany as she punctuated her words with a deep, grinding gyration that made Tiffany squeal. "But it looks like that's not going to happen.  Because for you, Tiffany.  The real ride is just about to begin."

Tiffany screamed out as Ruby bounced up and down.  The alignment of the device and the pressure was intense enough that Ruby was beginning to send the strap-on backwards into Tiffany's groin.

"Giddyup, Tiffany!"

Putting maximum effort into her assault, Ruby hugged Tiffany's spread legs tightly against her body.  Then, she placed her own leg in between, effectively locking both the Ice Queen and her in a scissor.  The shift in angle was devastating.  Every time Ruby gyrated or bounced her caramel hips downward, the thick leather base of the harness was relentlessly driven backward against Tiffany's hyper-sensitive groin.

"Ohhh!  Aghhh!  Uhhh!" Tiffany cried out.  The Ice Queen was entirely gone, replaced by a desperate pale mess of a woman writhing in sexual agony.

Ruby groaned loudly, herself, her own eyes fluttering shut as the deep friction pushed her over the edge.  Her D-cups bounced wildly against her chest as a powerful climax ripped through her body, causing her thighs to clamp down like a choking grip around her rival's body.

But for Tiffany, the sensory overload was decisive.

The relentless mashing against her groin, combined with the sheer humiliation of being ridden and broken in front of her peers, pushed the dominatrix past her breaking point.  Tiffany's piercing blue eyes went impossibly wide while her fingers clenched tightly against the floor.  Her back arched so forcefully so as to lift her midsection off the floor.  Then, with a deafening wail, her body exploded.

A forceful jet of feminine juices shot straight out from Tiffany's pussy, arcing through the air and splashing against the floor.  In the chaos, the stream spilled upwards until it covered Ruby's face and mouth.

Ruby's bouncing slowly came to a halt.  Panting heavily, her chest heaved as the aftershocks of her own orgasm subsided.  She looked down at the ruined woman beneath her.  Then, she slowly extended her tongue and licked the splash of Tiffany's climax right off her lips.

"Mmm.  Just as I thought.  I love the taste of vanilla," Ruby purred, a wicked smirk spreading across her face before peering down at the frightened woman beneath her. "Looks like I finally melted the Ice Queen."

Tiffany couldn't even form a coherent response.  Stripped of her boots, her pride, and her dominatrix demeanor, she just lay there flat on her back in shame.  Her pale limbs twitched and quivered involuntarily while a whimper barely escaped her lips.

"And for the record," Ruby added, her voice dropping to a sultry, knowing whisper, "I know you liked the taste of me, too.  The way you grinded on me, the way you wanted me to submit.  That's exactly why I challenged you.  You were desperate for it.  Desperate to be a sub."

With a final smirk of victory, Ruby uncoupled herself from the harness and stood up.  She wiped her hand across her mouth before turning her gaze toward the audience.

Ruby stared down the row of seated Mistresses, her brown eyes blazing with unchecked dominance.  Seeing the formerly untouchable Ice Queen reduced to a squirming puddle of bodily fluids and the sub who defeated her was enough to cause a few of the leather-clad Dommes to shift uncomfortably in their seats before breaking eye contact with the caramel skinned conqueror.

Strutting across the floor, Ruby took Tiffany's boots and swung them over her shoulder like a war trophy.  Then, she walked past the Mistresses and towards the three submissives who had been under Tiffany's command.

"You three," Ruby commanded, her tone leaving absolutely no room for debate. "You belong to me now.  Get up!"

The subs, recognizing the new apex predator, immediately scrambled to their feet.

"Pick her up," Ruby ordered, pointing a finger at the whimpering Tiffany. "And prepare her for her ride.  Just like she promised."

Eager to please their new Mistress, the subs hurried over to their former owner.  They grabbed Tiffany by her arms and legs before lifting her quivering body off the cold floor.  

Tiffany offered no resistance.  Her mind was completely fried, at that point.  The subs carried her over to the corner of the room and unceremoniously dropped her onto the wide, mechanical saddle of the Sybian before strapping Tiffany's wrists and ankles to the machine.

Her pale thighs wide open over the vibrating sybian, Tiffany gasped as a thick leather O-ring gag was placed around her mouth, leaving the Ice Queen with her jaw dropped wide open as she panted for breath.

Finally, they unbuckled the leather harness from Tiffany's waist.  Taking the very strap-on that had been used in the fight, they shoved the thick phallus straight through the O-ring and down Tiffany's throat.

And as Tiffany drooled, Ruby walked over to the control panel and cranked the dial all the way to the max setting.

The machine roared to life with a heavy hum.  The heavy-duty mechanics engaged, causing the entire saddle to buck and move up and down like a mechanical carousel.  Tiffany's muffled, gagged screams echoed over the motor as her body was mercilessly jolted and vibrated indefinitely.

From the shadows of the room, the statuesque Head Mistress finally stood up.  Adjusting her dark veil and black Colombina mask, she stepped down from her throne.

Then, the Head Mistress uncoiled a leather bullwhip from her hip, unfurling it with a sinister hiss.  The natural order had been violently rewritten.  And a defeated Domme who had lost her boots, her subs, and her dignity was now nothing more than a toy for the dungeon.

Clack.  Clack.  Clack.

The Ice Queen's eyes pleaded for mercy.

But as the Head Mistress strutted slowly towards the vibrating sybian, her eyes locked on the drooling Ice Queen.  There would be no mercy.  And no doubt, severe corrections would have to be made.

[Lauren (Stillhers)]

Catscarlisle


a great opening!  please continue.   turn-about stories are always hot.   2 out of 3 maybe?



lauren

[Catscarlisle]

Catscarlisle


a great opening!  please continue.   turn-about stories are always hot.   2 out of 3 maybe?



lauren

Well, it was actually a story commission so it'd depend on the original commissioner.

Of course, if a new buyer wants to see a sequel or a similar story, there's always that, too

[Hollyrific]

More... more, what an exhilarating erotic story, hopefully more to come - be interesting to see what happens to the ice queen and Ruby following this ... whether other challenges await Ruby or if the Ice Queen becomes a total sub or tries a comeback ...

[Hollyrific]