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“Cold Steel.”

By FOXCARROTS

         The battle between Killer Frost and Livewire had been epic. Killer Frost was not used to such ferocity and was not prepared for the   be so challenging. Killer Frost had been a villain like her once, someone Fueled by darkness, anger and hate. However, she was a hero now, or at least an antihero and she had to stay in control of her emotions. Though she wanted to give into her anger and primal instincts she knew the only way to beat her opponent was with strategy and levelheadedness.

    Using her ice powers Killer Frost was able to keep Livewire at bay, causing her to grow frustrated and reckless. Eventually Killer Frost was able to turn the tides and it became clear how the fight would go. However, Livewire would not so easily succumb to defeat and decided that running was better than loosing. She took off over the rooftops of Gotham City. She was fast but Killer Frost was confident she could still catch her.

    Deep into the night the chase went on and just as Frost thought that she was not going to catch Livewire the electric themed villainess headed into a building via an open skylight. Frost was relieved and could feel the end of the conflict drawing near. She was so excited to win that she grew careless and didn’t look where she leapt…literally. She jumped down through the skylight and right into Livewire’s trap. The villain had only a few seconds to prepare but had turned the area below the skylight into a makeshift Faraday cage. Frost was caught unaware and when the surge of electricity hit her, she was knocked out cold instantly.

    Frost stirred from unconsciousness as pain in her hands and feet became apparent. As memories to what happened filled her mind, she realised that she had essentially been struck by lightning, the energy entered thorough the soles of her feet and left by her hands. They did not seem to be hurt badly, the cold nature of her powers likely what protected her.

    She was half expecting to be tied up or at last restrained in some way but as Frost staggered to her feet, she discovered that she was not. That was when she realised, she had been partially stripped down. Her boots were gone as well as her black pants. She was bare legged and when she looked down was shocked to discover that instead of her pale blue panties, she was wearing something cold and alien instead.

    Frost traced her hands over it, trying to reconcile in her brain what it was. It had a front piece that was tightly pressed against the front of her vagina and went down between her legs. She didn’t think it went back that far but as she shifted one leg gasped with what she found. The metal became thin and rounded and went deep into her ass. There seemed to be a small aperture of some sort for her asshole before it went up tight between her butt cheeks. It was terrifyingly tight and she froze then she felt it. She could feel the skin tight metal in its maximum rigidity as if it were a second skin and had no give, no compromise. It encapsulated her most private spaces and nothing but air could pass between her flesh and the secure steel.

    Frost grasped at the thigh bands, desperate to pull it down, praying that her body would be returned to her. However, the hip bands were just as tight as the rest of it and a combination of her hip bones and the tightness made sure the bands did not budge. She pulled as hard as she could but there was nothing, the belt was stuck to her tight like a tongue to a frozen flagpole. She tried using her powers, hoping some ice might slide it but it did nothing. She then reached to the front and found the lock. She imagined if she could not slip the belt she could freeze and break the lock. However, as much as she froze it, as much as she hit it, neither lock nor the belt would yield. After several minutes of desperate struggling, she was forced to come to the conclusion that without the key, there was no way out of the belt.

    Frost didn’t have to guess who had the key, it was Livewire who put her in it and it was her to held the key to her locked up vagina. She searched for Livewire but she as long one and with her the only chance of freedom.

    Weeks passed and Frost remained completely trapped in her chastity belt. She went to experts, locksmiths and engineers, and all told her that without the key she was simply not getting free. She imagined that not even Batman could unlock the belt and she would have to remain in it.

    She did research about the belt and found that it was similar to a series of belts that had theoretically been conjured by Zatanna. Some belts had keys, some did not and they all were magically cursed and completely indestructible. She heard that Harley Quinn and Ivy were stuck in belts that teased them to the point of madness. Catwoman was also stuck in one and had gotten Batgirl stuck too. Zatanna, the first to wind up in one of the magic belts was reportedly furiously trying to find a way out of hers and if she could do it maybe others might get free. Frost did not much like the idea of waiting for a magician to find a solution and decided that she would stay active and try to take her mind off of it.

    She knew that Catwoman and Batgirl went to great lengths to conceal their belt, not wanting them to even be seen. Frost however would not care less. She liked wearing low cut pants and the belt popping up and clearly being visible at the top of it was something that she could live with. Gotham was a hard place to hide things and the hero and villains talked. They knew she was stuck and there was no use hiding it. Besides, it seemed that every thug she went to bust was transfixed by the belt, turned on or otherwise distracted. It was working for her so she might as well take what advantages she could from a bad situation.

    She continued to work as a crime fighter and tried to ignore the belt. It was uncomfortable and restricting but it was nothing that she could not handle. However, there was more to the belt than her tight restrictions. She was lonely and horny and the belt saw that both of those dilemmas was at their most intense. She could not be with anyone, most finding it too discouraging to put effort into someone they knew was incapable of sex. She could not play with herself or give herself any stimulation. It was like her vagina was quarantined and she could not even get close to it. She kept her cool, fortified her resolve but day by day her desire for release grew. She thought she would never find her key, never find Livewire, but one day there she was.

    “Why did you do this to me?” Frost demanded as she pointed a finger at the villainess on the edge of a Gotham rooftop. Why did you trap me in this thing?”

    “I suppose you want some kind of great backstory or fitting rivalry.” Livewire stated. “However, you will find it is much simpler. I want a sex slave and I can think of no one better than you.”

    “I will not submit to you!” Frost replied in defiance. “I demand you unlock this thing.”

    “You demand?” Livewire responded with a laugh. “What could you possibly leverage with?”

    “If you let me out right now…” Frost began, knowing this next thing would be hard to say. “I will not take you to justice.”

    Livewire scoffed. “Not take me to justice??? What a pitiful bargaining chip. I will tell you how this is going to go. You will submit to me right now and do what I want and when I want.”

    “I will do nothing for you!” Frost screamed as she stepped forward. “Let me out of this accursed thing!”

    As Frost stepped forward, Livewire raised her hand. Immediately Frost felt energy pass from the hand through the belt and to something inside of her. There was something strange, something alien inside her vagina and held in from the belt. It was small and she was not aware of it at first due to the pressure of the belt. But as the energy hit the small object it came to life, stimulating everything around it, sending teasing pleasure out through Frost’s body. She fell to her knees, clutching the belt with both hands, her long fingers having absolutely no effect on what was going on. “What…is this?”

    “A little something, I locked inside you.” Livewire said as she approached. “It’s a rare mineral and to ninety-nine percent of sources of energy it is completely inert. However, to my unique energy that only I can produce I can make it sing ad I can make it dance.”

    “You are a demon!” Frost said as she struggled to move, her body so locked in desire of the pleasure she was receiving it was like she was encased in ice. “I want to reject this but I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”

    “You are already mine.” Livewire said as she walked closer, stopping right before Frost, standing over her as if she was her master. She continued to pour energy into the intruding object in her pussy, pushing her to the very brink of orgasm but never quite delivering her. Again and again, she edged her keeping her almost all of the way but denying her what she wanted the most. She grinned down at Frost seductively with a hungry grin locked on her face. “Say it…say that you are mine!”

    Frosts body was in pleasure and pain agony and she felt like she was unravelling like discarded yarn. Her body screamed for release ad she knew that submission was her only chance. She was like someone dying of thirst and they must give away their humanity for a sip of water. All of her wanted to take it but deep inside she felt the shame, the anger the very idea what she would not be owned by another. She could not, would not let Livewire win and the fury built up inside her.

    As Frost stood at the very edge of orgasm, she decided that even if it meant her vagina was stuck unable to orgasm ever again, she would not submit. She gathered all of her strength all of her resolve and forced her boy to move. First it trembled, still locked in the edging she was being subjected to but soon it came to motion. She stood up on one knee, put her hands together and swung up, slugging Livewire hard and knocking off of her feet. As the villain fell the ground unconscious, Frost could feel the energy leave her. The orgasm she was so very close to achieving slipped away like water between her fingers. Within moments she was back to the nothingness, her vagina aching from the lack of stimulation.

    She searched Livewire for a key and found none. She was still stuck, still trapped but at least she could take the woman to justice.

    A short time later Livewire awoke. She was in a cell in Arkham’s powered wing and she knew all too well how put her there. She stood up, immediately feeling the restriction of chains. Her wrists were shackled to her waist and her feet chained to a bolt in the center of the floor. She tried shocking the chains but they were grounded and they would not release. She stood defiantly looking forward to someone standing on the other side of the bars. It was Frost and she had her hands on her hips.

    “I suppose I am supposed to admit defeat then?” Livewire spat. “I will give you no such satisfaction.”

    “Haven’t I made myself clear?” Frost replied. “I want nothing from you.”

    “Well, you will get none!” Livewire screamed back. “I don’t have the key to that belt, I never did. I couldn’t unlock your pussy if I needed to!”

    “I assumed as much.” Frost replied. “It will be a challenge, but I will learn to live with this thing.”

    “And I am not going to use my powers on your plug.” Livewire said, a sadistic grin forming on her face. “The belt is enchanted to prevent orgasm anyway. I can edge you to an inch of your life and an orgasm will never come…always denied just at the precipice. You will never feel an orgasm again!”

    “Neither will you.” Frost said with a smile, her eyes looking downwards.

    Livewire looked down and only then did she realise she was only wearing the orange top of an Arkham prison uniform, she was bottomless and, on her hips, locking over her vagina and capturing her ass was a chastity belt just like the one that Frost wore. “You belted me???”

    “There might be no way to get these off but they are not hard to get a hold of.” Frost said with a smile as she watched Livewire struggle and stain with the belt despite knowing all too well it would never come off. Frost turned and walked away, the thought that her captor was stuck orgasmless was her only solace. Livewire screamed bloody murder after her but it only added to Frost’s enjoyment.

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Description

“Cold Steel.”

By FOXCARROTS

         The battle between Killer Frost and Livewire had been epic. Killer Frost was not used to such ferocity and was not prepared for the   be so challenging. Killer Frost had been a villain like her once, someone Fueled by darkness, anger and hate. However, she was a hero now, or at least an antihero and she had to stay in control of her emotions. Though she wanted to give into her anger and primal instincts she knew the only way to beat her opponent was with strategy and levelheadedness.

    Using her ice powers Killer Frost was able to keep Livewire at bay, causing her to grow frustrated and reckless. Eventually Killer Frost was able to turn the tides and it became clear how the fight would go. However, Livewire would not so easily succumb to defeat and decided that running was better than loosing. She took off over the rooftops of Gotham City. She was fast but Killer Frost was confident she could still catch her.

    Deep into the night the chase went on and just as Frost thought that she was not going to catch Livewire the electric themed villainess headed into a building via an open skylight. Frost was relieved and could feel the end of the conflict drawing near. She was so excited to win that she grew careless and didn’t look where she leapt…literally. She jumped down through the skylight and right into Livewire’s trap. The villain had only a few seconds to prepare but had turned the area below the skylight into a makeshift Faraday cage. Frost was caught unaware and when the surge of electricity hit her, she was knocked out cold instantly.

    Frost stirred from unconsciousness as pain in her hands and feet became apparent. As memories to what happened filled her mind, she realised that she had essentially been struck by lightning, the energy entered thorough the soles of her feet and left by her hands. They did not seem to be hurt badly, the cold nature of her powers likely what protected her.

    She was half expecting to be tied up or at last restrained in some way but as Frost staggered to her feet, she discovered that she was not. That was when she realised, she had been partially stripped down. Her boots were gone as well as her black pants. She was bare legged and when she looked down was shocked to discover that instead of her pale blue panties, she was wearing something cold and alien instead.

    Frost traced her hands over it, trying to reconcile in her brain what it was. It had a front piece that was tightly pressed against the front of her vagina and went down between her legs. She didn’t think it went back that far but as she shifted one leg gasped with what she found. The metal became thin and rounded and went deep into her ass. There seemed to be a small aperture of some sort for her asshole before it went up tight between her butt cheeks. It was terrifyingly tight and she froze then she felt it. She could feel the skin tight metal in its maximum rigidity as if it were a second skin and had no give, no compromise. It encapsulated her most private spaces and nothing but air could pass between her flesh and the secure steel.

    Frost grasped at the thigh bands, desperate to pull it down, praying that her body would be returned to her. However, the hip bands were just as tight as the rest of it and a combination of her hip bones and the tightness made sure the bands did not budge. She pulled as hard as she could but there was nothing, the belt was stuck to her tight like a tongue to a frozen flagpole. She tried using her powers, hoping some ice might slide it but it did nothing. She then reached to the front and found the lock. She imagined if she could not slip the belt she could freeze and break the lock. However, as much as she froze it, as much as she hit it, neither lock nor the belt would yield. After several minutes of desperate struggling, she was forced to come to the conclusion that without the key, there was no way out of the belt.

    Frost didn’t have to guess who had the key, it was Livewire who put her in it and it was her to held the key to her locked up vagina. She searched for Livewire but she as long one and with her the only chance of freedom.

    Weeks passed and Frost remained completely trapped in her chastity belt. She went to experts, locksmiths and engineers, and all told her that without the key she was simply not getting free. She imagined that not even Batman could unlock the belt and she would have to remain in it.

    She did research about the belt and found that it was similar to a series of belts that had theoretically been conjured by Zatanna. Some belts had keys, some did not and they all were magically cursed and completely indestructible. She heard that Harley Quinn and Ivy were stuck in belts that teased them to the point of madness. Catwoman was also stuck in one and had gotten Batgirl stuck too. Zatanna, the first to wind up in one of the magic belts was reportedly furiously trying to find a way out of hers and if she could do it maybe others might get free. Frost did not much like the idea of waiting for a magician to find a solution and decided that she would stay active and try to take her mind off of it.

    She knew that Catwoman and Batgirl went to great lengths to conceal their belt, not wanting them to even be seen. Frost however would not care less. She liked wearing low cut pants and the belt popping up and clearly being visible at the top of it was something that she could live with. Gotham was a hard place to hide things and the hero and villains talked. They knew she was stuck and there was no use hiding it. Besides, it seemed that every thug she went to bust was transfixed by the belt, turned on or otherwise distracted. It was working for her so she might as well take what advantages she could from a bad situation.

    She continued to work as a crime fighter and tried to ignore the belt. It was uncomfortable and restricting but it was nothing that she could not handle. However, there was more to the belt than her tight restrictions. She was lonely and horny and the belt saw that both of those dilemmas was at their most intense. She could not be with anyone, most finding it too discouraging to put effort into someone they knew was incapable of sex. She could not play with herself or give herself any stimulation. It was like her vagina was quarantined and she could not even get close to it. She kept her cool, fortified her resolve but day by day her desire for release grew. She thought she would never find her key, never find Livewire, but one day there she was.

    “Why did you do this to me?” Frost demanded as she pointed a finger at the villainess on the edge of a Gotham rooftop. Why did you trap me in this thing?”

    “I suppose you want some kind of great backstory or fitting rivalry.” Livewire stated. “However, you will find it is much simpler. I want a sex slave and I can think of no one better than you.”

    “I will not submit to you!” Frost replied in defiance. “I demand you unlock this thing.”

    “You demand?” Livewire responded with a laugh. “What could you possibly leverage with?”

    “If you let me out right now…” Frost began, knowing this next thing would be hard to say. “I will not take you to justice.”

    Livewire scoffed. “Not take me to justice??? What a pitiful bargaining chip. I will tell you how this is going to go. You will submit to me right now and do what I want and when I want.”

    “I will do nothing for you!” Frost screamed as she stepped forward. “Let me out of this accursed thing!”

    As Frost stepped forward, Livewire raised her hand. Immediately Frost felt energy pass from the hand through the belt and to something inside of her. There was something strange, something alien inside her vagina and held in from the belt. It was small and she was not aware of it at first due to the pressure of the belt. But as the energy hit the small object it came to life, stimulating everything around it, sending teasing pleasure out through Frost’s body. She fell to her knees, clutching the belt with both hands, her long fingers having absolutely no effect on what was going on. “What…is this?”

    “A little something, I locked inside you.” Livewire said as she approached. “It’s a rare mineral and to ninety-nine percent of sources of energy it is completely inert. However, to my unique energy that only I can produce I can make it sing ad I can make it dance.”

    “You are a demon!” Frost said as she struggled to move, her body so locked in desire of the pleasure she was receiving it was like she was encased in ice. “I want to reject this but I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”

    “You are already mine.” Livewire said as she walked closer, stopping right before Frost, standing over her as if she was her master. She continued to pour energy into the intruding object in her pussy, pushing her to the very brink of orgasm but never quite delivering her. Again and again, she edged her keeping her almost all of the way but denying her what she wanted the most. She grinned down at Frost seductively with a hungry grin locked on her face. “Say it…say that you are mine!”

    Frosts body was in pleasure and pain agony and she felt like she was unravelling like discarded yarn. Her body screamed for release ad she knew that submission was her only chance. She was like someone dying of thirst and they must give away their humanity for a sip of water. All of her wanted to take it but deep inside she felt the shame, the anger the very idea what she would not be owned by another. She could not, would not let Livewire win and the fury built up inside her.

    As Frost stood at the very edge of orgasm, she decided that even if it meant her vagina was stuck unable to orgasm ever again, she would not submit. She gathered all of her strength all of her resolve and forced her boy to move. First it trembled, still locked in the edging she was being subjected to but soon it came to motion. She stood up on one knee, put her hands together and swung up, slugging Livewire hard and knocking off of her feet. As the villain fell the ground unconscious, Frost could feel the energy leave her. The orgasm she was so very close to achieving slipped away like water between her fingers. Within moments she was back to the nothingness, her vagina aching from the lack of stimulation.

    She searched Livewire for a key and found none. She was still stuck, still trapped but at least she could take the woman to justice.

    A short time later Livewire awoke. She was in a cell in Arkham’s powered wing and she knew all too well how put her there. She stood up, immediately feeling the restriction of chains. Her wrists were shackled to her waist and her feet chained to a bolt in the center of the floor. She tried shocking the chains but they were grounded and they would not release. She stood defiantly looking forward to someone standing on the other side of the bars. It was Frost and she had her hands on her hips.

    “I suppose I am supposed to admit defeat then?” Livewire spat. “I will give you no such satisfaction.”

    “Haven’t I made myself clear?” Frost replied. “I want nothing from you.”

    “Well, you will get none!” Livewire screamed back. “I don’t have the key to that belt, I never did. I couldn’t unlock your pussy if I needed to!”

    “I assumed as much.” Frost replied. “It will be a challenge, but I will learn to live with this thing.”

    “And I am not going to use my powers on your plug.” Livewire said, a sadistic grin forming on her face. “The belt is enchanted to prevent orgasm anyway. I can edge you to an inch of your life and an orgasm will never come…always denied just at the precipice. You will never feel an orgasm again!”

    “Neither will you.” Frost said with a smile, her eyes looking downwards.

    Livewire looked down and only then did she realise she was only wearing the orange top of an Arkham prison uniform, she was bottomless and, on her hips, locking over her vagina and capturing her ass was a chastity belt just like the one that Frost wore. “You belted me???”

    “There might be no way to get these off but they are not hard to get a hold of.” Frost said with a smile as she watched Livewire struggle and stain with the belt despite knowing all too well it would never come off. Frost turned and walked away, the thought that her captor was stuck orgasmless was her only solace. Livewire screamed bloody murder after her but it only added to Frost’s enjoyment.

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