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Fire And Ice
By : Saber0
Category: 1 through F > Arrow
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Okay, this one took a while to get finished. In my defense, I got very busy for a few months and in the middle of it, I realized I needed to re-write the first half to make this more of a Killer Frost story. I mean, at it's core, Caitlin is still the motive force, but I wanted to show the flip side of Caitlin becoming more assertive was Killer Frost getting knocked down a peg.

I still have no editor and while I've written the first half of the next one, it got away from me and the first half is already longer than any one of the first three chapters. I really need to slice it down so it may be a bit.

Fire and Ice Part 3: Unresolved Conflicts
Instead of a cool flush of energy, Killer Frost awoke in a haze of fear and confusion. Normally, the surge of emotion that triggered the transformation sharpened her thoughts toward an appropriate purpose. Whether she needed to fight or fuck, Frost was ready to do whatever Caitlin could not.
That was, until Frost’s “better” half had recently started trying to control when they transformed. She could not keep Frost away permanently, but some kind feedback disrupted their emotional connection and made awakening disorienting rather than revitalizing. It was always annoying but it could prove dangerous if Caitlin’s life was on the line.
Not that I mind a little carnage, but it’s more fun to indulge Caity’s more pleasurable impulses. Admittedly, that was the source of the feedback running like acid through her veins. When Killer Frost started acting on all the nasty, lusty little thoughts running through Caitlin’s mind, the mild-mannered scientist had started wearing Meta-cuffs whenever she felt horny. And she fucked my man in the process, Frost thought with bitter chagrin. She was going to have to remind Caity who was in charge—but first, she was going to rip that fucking robot apart
As Caitlin’s lingering feelings faded, so did a sharp, burning pain from her stomach. Sight and sound swiftly sharpened into focus: panicked shouts were punctuated by the snap-crack of a pulse rifle. A mechanical samurai deflected the energy blast with its sword and the countering swipe sent Dinby tumbling into a computer bank. As she pushed herself upright, Frost belatedly realized that a twin to the robot’s sword was currently sticking from her torso.
“Are you okay?” She saw Iris crouched behind the dented desk which had a puncture wound the same shape as the one she currently healing. One of Cisco’s pulse rifles hummed in Iris’ hands and her expression mingled worry and relief. “Guys, Killer Frost is here. Caitlin’s going to be fine!”
I’ll add it to her tab. Frost grimaced and pulled the razor-edged sword from beneath her ribs with a crinkle of frozen blood. The wound stung but was already closing even as her anger coursed down the weapon in waves of cold. Once she heard the metal scream with the strain, it was a simple effort of metahuman strength to flex its brittle length until it snapped.
Just because she enjoyed her work did not mean that Frost was happy that Caitlin and the resident do-gooders at S.T.A.R. Labs only welcomed her during one of their patented clusterfucks. “What did you idiots do now?”
Cisco emerged from one of his portals behind the robot until a backwards slash threatened to bisect him. Iris’ cover fire barely bought him the time to scramble back through the portal. Dinby was still stunned—not that he contributed much to a fight. Iris ducked again as sparks erupted from the console she hid behind. “Cisco thought he could access its memory banks, but—”
“Sorry. I don’t actually care.” Frost would normally enjoy a little banter—especially at Cisco’s expense—but the remaining aftertaste of the Meta-cuffs left her bitter and impatient. Needing some cathartic violence, she gauged the distance to the robot and yelled, “Portal on me in ten seconds!”
Iris’s jaw worked as she tried to continue but Frost charged ahead, broken sword in one hand, the other blasting a wave of frigid energy toward the samurai robot. Aside from a heavy coating of frost and a familiar screech, the samurai barely even slowed as it brought its blade around faster than she could hope to dodge.
Then a vibration rippled the air in front of her and she was five feet behind it, spun 180 degrees from her original path. Even as the robot sliced the air, an icy spike punched through its overstressed armor. With both hands on the sword handle, freezing energy coursed down the broken blade and into its internal circuits. Cracks radiated out from the puncture point until its twitching limbs fell limp.
The smoke and silence settled with the battle’s sudden end and Dinby stumbling forward, rubbing the back of his head. He flashed a boyish smile, but he lacked the natural charm that made Barry’s so disarming. “Nice job. Are we sure it’s dead this time?”
“There’s one way to make sure,” Frost grabbed the flared armor of the robot’s head, planted her foot and twisted violently. Cisco’s patched connections tore free in a shower of sparks. She hefted the trophy in one hand for a second and then casually tossed it into his gut as he approached. “Just stick this on your mantle or something. Impalement isn’t as fun as it sounds.”
“Yeah, sorry about that.” After studying the mechanism, he looked at her unimpressed expression and asked, “How’s the uh…” and gestured weakly at her stomach.
She pulled up the tattered remains of Caitlin’s blouse to show only a faint scar on her too-pale skin, “It’ll be gone by the time Caity wakes up.” Not that I intend that to be anytime soon, she thought as she brushed past Iris and out the door. It had been too long since Frost had cut loose and she had a lot of built up payback for her “roommate.” While she approved of Caitlin indulging in their baser instincts—even if it was with Heatwave—it was a different matter when she blocked Frost away to do so.
Caitlin was in constant denial about how much she needed—and envied—the part of them that was Killer Frost. She was determined to see them as antagonists no matter how much she relied upon Frost’s powers or daring. Whether it was a wound healed, a battle won or a risk taken, Frost could do all the things Caitlin could not—or would not. All she wanted was a little gratitude and for Caitlin to let her do all the things they both wanted to do.
But Caity was not interested in a partnership; Frost was just something she had to put up with, to control. She did not understand that Frost was the part of them that could not be controlled, that she did not want to control. There was nothing Killer Frost would do that Caitlin Snow had not thought about first—and been too scared or ashamed to act on. Too weak, really. And I can’t help but rub her nose in that weakness just by being strong.
Fortunately, I have even more ways to remind her, mused Frost as she took to the sky on an ice bridge. The tattered rags of Caitlin’s blouse snapped and tore in the evening air, approaching a level of indecency that would horrify the prudish doctor. While Frost was genuinely an exhibitionist and a hedonist, it was a happy accident that her escapades often left their body—and clothes in a state that Caitlin would find shocking and degrading.
While there was one day where it was Frost’s turn to wake up naked and confused and covered in cum, it had been a minor irritant. Caitlin’s use of the meta-cuffs had limited their transformations to matters of violence and in response, Frost had begun a deliberate campaign to humiliate her twin.
And the first step of which is a change in wardrobe. Spotting the bar Caitlin had worked at, Frost angled her ice-path and slid down toward the alley. Even before their current animosity, the two personalities had very different senses of fashion. Caitlin preferred soft colors and unflattering layers with stodgy underwear Frost would not be caught dead in. For her own part, she preferred blue leather and tight clothes that showed off their slim figure—which required underwear much briefer than Caitlin preferred. Or none at all.
What’s the point of having a tight little ass like ours if she’s just going to hide it? Frost already had an outfit in mind that would traumatize poor Caity and show off their assets. And she even had access to Caity’s credit-card.
She let her gaze rove across the alley and nearby shops and bars, looking for the best way to have some fun and leave Caity an interesting wakeup call. A flashing neon sign for a strip-club caught her eye and her interest, but then another caught her imagination.
The real problem is that a rough wakeup is just another memory. If I want to get the message across, I’m going to have to try something a little more permanent.

Things had changed considerably for Caitlin Snow in the last few months. Whatever balance there had been between her and her evil twin had spun wildly out of control. She was having to use power dampening bondage gear just to masturbate and Frost was still seeking petty vengeance for the one time Caitlin had slept with her maybe—probably—boyfriend. Well, more than one time. But it was not that she made a habit of it.
With no way to communicate, Caitlin was at the mercy of a shameless Killer Frost. She could not apologize or negotiate, so she settled for enduring whatever embarrassment that Frost arranged. Sooner or later Frost would get tired or bored or just forgive her already.
Today was a new level, however. Loud rhythmic music penetrated the dark walls of the small, poorly lit room. She was slumped in a large leather covered chair and chintzy mirrors covered the walls on either side of her. The room reeked of sex and sweat and desperation. She was clearly in some kind of club, and as she heard a man’s voice announce ‘Candy’ was coming to the stage, it became obvious it was a strip club.
She barely recognized her reflection. Her makeup was dark and prominent, even by Frost’s standards, but her outfit was worse. Her nipples were covered by two dark ‘x’s of electrical tape. If her areola were any larger or darker, they would have been useless as coverage. The skirt was maybe twelve inches of dark leather rolled halfway up her waist to reveal that her fishnet stockings were crotchless beneath an almost pointlessly small G-string.
Surprisingly, her pussy tingled with arousal and not the ache of recent use, but the feeling was eclipsed by the throbbing of her nipples. Standing up to look in the mirror, she slowly peeled off the tape. It clung tightly to her breast, but the discomfort did not entirely fade when they pulled free. A simple rod of white plastic pierced her nipple, but without any inflammation from recent insertion. Thanks to Killer Frost’s rapid healing, no doubt.
“What a bitch,” Caitlin muttered.
“Wow.” She jumped and looked at the door. A woman almost as scantily clad as she was stood in the door, a bottle of alcohol in hand. She wore spangly gold shorts, tassels and little else over her short and lithe curves. Her hair was a curly dark halo around her head and under her exaggerated makeup, her dusky features were young and somewhat familiar. “You looked a lot different a minute ago.”
“I…I have a condition…”
“Relax, I could tell you were a meta.” She placed the champagne on a tiny table next to the chair. Caitlin found herself backing into the chair as the petite stripper looked her over. “You’re still pretty. Different, but pretty.”
“Yeah well…I’m not really myself when I transform. Sometimes I do wild things.” Which might just be the understatement of my life.
The stripper quirked an eyebrow. “Like crashing a strip club and making out with strippers?”
“A first for both, actually,” Caitlin swallowed. “Did we…?” Since Killer Frost jump-started her libido, Caitlin had been forced to accept her latent bisexuality, but she had not actually acted upon it yet. Then again, she was never entirely sure what Killer Frost was getting up to.
“Not me. I mean, I technically don’t even work here anymore.” The stripper shrugged and took a quick sip of the bottle and Caitlin noted an undercurrent of nervousness to the girl’s cocky veneer. And the apparently-not-a-dancer was even younger than Caitlin had thought—barely into her twenties. “I was covering for a friend and my ex-boss sent me back here with some booze and to see what it would take for you to leave.”
After a second’s hesitation, Caitlin snagged the proffered bottle and took a deep drink of the cheap champagne. If nothing else, it bought her time to collect herself. As much as she wanted to leave quickly, she was still disoriented from the transformation and reluctantly curious as to what her body had been up to while she was away.
“I take it he’s not happy?” Rather than try and explain the complexities of her and Killer Frost’s relationship, Caitlin decided to fish for clues as to how much trouble her double had gotten her into and what it was going to cost.
“Well, you brought your own booze, jumped on stage and started grinding on Cinnamon in the middle of her number. You’re lucky she’s a good sport and that the crowd started tipping better, but you completely disrupted the schedule. Oh, and Chuck’s fingers are still frozen from when he tried to pull you off the stage. Now that you’re camped out in one of the private rooms, the boss’s a little worried about what you’re doing back here and a lot worried about what you’ll do when you come out.”
The more she talked, the more Caitlin could sense the tension hiding behind the girl’s bravado, but she was not sure if that was normal or if Killer Frost genuinely scared her. As the stripper took back the champagne, she cocked a skeptical eyebrow at Caitlin’s human appearance. “But it looks like you had to power down for a bit.”
“Uh, yeah,” Caitlin shrugged, “my powers take a lot out of me. I’m almost not really myself when I use them.”
She gave Caitlin a look that was both appraising and slightly disappointed. “That’s too bad, I kinda like the crazy ones. And I’ve never fucked a meta before.” Her small, dark hands stroked the champagne bottle as she offered it back to Caitlin.
Caitlin coughed and caught herself just before she took a sip. The sudden shift in the conversation destroyed the calm she had been building. She could feel her pulse racing and the familiar itch of Killer Frost just beginning to grow in the back of her mind. “That’s a little forward…”
“I’m a forward kind of girl,” she said with a flirtatious wink. The cynical, bitchy part of her mind Caitlin always associated with Killer Frost—even if it sounded nothing like her—noted that she was not built that forward, being even slighter in the chest than Caitlin.
“I don’t even know your name.” Caitlin felt like she was gasping at straws, simply trying to gain some measure of control over the situation. She looked everywhere but at the girl’s scantily clad body, lest her libido take charge.
“Well, the stage name is Jasmine, but my name is—”
“Actually, at this point, I’m more comfortable with secret identities,” she sighed. “You can call me…Killer Frost.” She thought it would feel worse to identify as her evil twin, but this situation was about a far from Caitlin Snow’s comfort zone as she could imagine.
“Oh…you sound like a super-villain,” Jasmine giggled, but the nervous undertones returned.
“It's…complicated. She—I won’t hurt you.” Caitlin stammered. She was out of ideas to extricate herself from this petite and aggressive stripper. “I don’t really want to talk about my condition.”
“Great. Talk is cheap.” Jasmine was almost sitting in her lap as she continued to sip from the bottle. “We should be good in here for a while.” Her hand gently cupped Caitlin’s cheek. “I’d like to try out this wild Killer Frost.”
A part of Caitlin was resentful that she was still playing second fiddle to Frost even while in control of her own body and another was irritated at being dominated by the younger woman. I almost want to let her find out just how little of Killer Frost she could handle. And yet, there was a basic physical attraction and—
Jasmine closed for a kiss and Caitlin’s concerns collapsed as her body could not resist responding. Before she knew it, her hand found the small of Jasmine’ back and pulled her tighter. Whatever nagging worries still plagued her surrendered to the curiosity and passion of the moment.
It was different than any other kiss she had ever received. Not as violently passionate as Mick, or as desperately lonely as the faux-Jay and without Ronnie’s tender intensity. For one thing, for all her forwardness, her height meant that Jasmine was in Caitlin’s arms rather than the reverse. Still, there was a dancer’s strength in her frame that left little doubt who was the aggressor. Perhaps the biggest difference was that when Jasmine kissed, it was only about the kiss, that passionate meeting of lips, and not merely as a prelude to more. Her hands were still: holding Caitlin in that moment until they were forced to break for air.
Jasmine licked her lips and had a positively feline expression of contentment on her face. “Not that wild…but it was warmer than I’d’ve thought.” Caitlin was trying to find an appropriate response when Jasmine’s eyes drifted down to her exposed nipple. “Oh, that’s so cute!”
She gently brushed the plastic, which fired all sorts of pleasant sparks through Caitlin’s body. “Are they both…?” She quickly peeled the tape from Caitlin’s other breast before she had a chance to do more than yip in protest. “Nice.” Jasmine flicked each nipple and watched them twitch in response. “I bet those’re hard all the time. You really should get some nice metal. It looks like you’ve healed enough to lose the plastic.”
Caitlin’s thoughts were thoroughly scrambled and all she could manage was, “I…hadn’t decided if I’m keeping them yet.”
“Oh, you should. As long as you wear a bra, nobody will notice and you’ll have a little bit of wild girl on you all the time.” Jasmine bent down and took a nipple in her mouth. Her tongue ran circles around the piercing, eliciting a new batch of squeals and moans from Caitlin. “Plus, that. It sounds like you like that.” Caitlin weakly nodded agreement.
Realizing this situation was almost completely out of her control, Caitlin had given up on any attempt at escape. Welcome back, Killer Frost. Then inspiration struck and she gently pushed Jasmine to arm’s length.
“Hold on, one thing. When you see the other me again, tell her that I understand she’s upset. I didn’t realize Mick meant that much to her. We need to work things out.”
“Okay, you’re drifting away from sexy crazy into weird crazy.”
“Sorry. I just need you to carry the message.” Jasmine shrugged and Caitlin took a long pull from the champagne bottle to calm her nerves. When she put the bottle down, she sighed and said, “Great, just so you know, when I orgasm, I—”
Jasmine cut her off with a finger to the lips. “Oh no, I go first.” Her hand slid down to Caitlin’s sternum and gently pushed her back into the chair. Caitlin half expected to receive her first lap-dance, but Jasmine wasted no time in sliding her sparkly shorts down her supple legs. As she kicked off her heels and untangled her shorts, the two tassels danced enticingly. A moment later, those were gone too and Jasmine stood completely naked.
She confidently mounted the chair and straddled Caitlin’s waist. While her breasts were smaller than Caitlin’s, either Jasmine’s tiny frame or their proximity to Caitlin’s face made them appear round and tempting. Caitlin wet her lips, but hesitated. She had certainly developed a few lesbian fantasies recently, but this was a whole new step.
Well, if nothing else, Iris is going to love this story. For a moment, her mind drifted to the subject of those fantasies, until Jasmine coughed impatiently. Ignoring any lingering anxiety, Caitlin wet her lips and took a nipple in her mouth. All she could do was experiment and see what Jasmine responded to.
A moment later, she slid her hand up to cup Jasmine’s other breast. While the breast itself barely overflowed Caitlin’s palm, her dark nipple was large and inviting. She let the edges of the areola slide between her lips while her tongue stroked up and down. Jasmine’s coos encouraged her, but she had no idea what to do with her hand except gently squeeze. Instead, she switched breasts—it always annoyed her when men forgot there were two of them—and just let her hands fall to Jasmine’s hips.
Slowly the lingering awkwardness and anxiety faded as she focused on the task at hand. Carefully alternating, she circled each dark areola with her tongue before sucking on as much of each tiny breast as she could fit into her mouth. The novel experience excited her, but Caitlin would have preferred that her efforts be rewarded with a little more of a response. Jasmine held her head close and was sighing, but it was clear that these chocolate nipples were not as sensitive as Caitlin’s. She imagined this moment was more of a matter of dominance for the smaller woman.
Well, Killer Frost is going to disabuse her of that in a moment. Surprisingly, Caitlin was not dismayed by thoughts of her other half. They had been at odds lately, but she was becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of them as a team. I think it’s more that I want to be the one to take her down a peg. I am tired of being the pushover.
With that thought, Caitlin took a nipple between her teeth and slowly increased the pressure until Jasmine inhaled sharply. She pulled on Jasmine’s hips and worked her way down that nubile stomach. The supple abdominal muscles were a fascinating contrast with the heavier bulk of Caitlin’s last lover, Mick Rory. Caitlin was forced to scoot down even as Jasmine climbed higher, but it brought her face to face with the stripper’s crotch.
The smooth expanse of skin was shaved clean and only just beginning to glisten with arousal. Her outer labia were prominent and only the barest hint of inner lips showed. Caitlin darted forward and gently stroked the sides of Jasmine’s entrance. It took several passes, but soon the lips started to part and the salty taste of sweat mixed with the sweeter taste of arousal. I may not have experience or superpowers, but I’m going to get some kind of response out of her.
Unlike Mick’s approach, which focused more on raw intensity and unpredictability, Caitlin progressed in a steady, deliberate fashion. Once Jasmine’s labia began to spread—with her legs soon following—Caitlin licked across the opening from as far back as she could reach to the beginning of the mons. That earned the first sincere moan from Jasmine and Caitlin smiled to herself before resuming.
She worked her tongue further and further back and deeper between the labia until her whole mouth surrounded the front of Jasmine’s pussy. She let her tongue flutter there until Jasmine grabbed her hair and pressed her head in deeper. After a second of panic, Caitlin shifted her assault to the younger woman’s clitoris, but only gently grazed the hood.
Caitlin let her hands slide down and back until they each cupped one of Jasmine’s pert buttcheeks. Borrowing one of Mick’s techniques, she maintained a gentle massage pattern of squeezes and strokes. An approving pat on the head soon followed and she fought down irritation at Jasmine’s dismissive domineering.
Jasmine’s voice was subdued, each groan or sigh slipping between clenched lips. Caitlin resolved to break that composure and stepped up the intensity. She positioned herself low enough to slip her tongue directly into Jasmine’s vagina and began to probe even as her right hand slipped around to caress the clitoris. The muffled sounds of passion became even more irregular in pitch as the hand tightened in her hair and Caitlin knew she was close.
It took several more minutes and the beginnings of an ache in her jaw, but Jasmine finally started to whisper, “yes, yes, yes. Almost there, come on…”
Feeling the trembling beginning in the hips, Caitlin focused entirely on the smaller girl’s clit. Holding on with both hands, she circled and sucked and gently bit until Jasmine’s hips rocked with an orgasm. Caitlin would not let her buck away and lapped at the pouring juices. They tasted better than semen, but that was not a high bar and it failed to achieve the idealized nectar her fantasies conjured.
Iris definitely tastes better, whispered that treacherous part of her mind she hoped was Killer Frost.
“Daaaaaaaamn.” Jasmine’s lower body finally came to a rest and she let her weight drop fully onto Caitlin. A minute later, she sat up and composed herself, still short of breath and sweating but back with a cocky gaze. “Not bad.”
Caitlin pushed herself up so they were face to face; it was clear that Jasmine was just trying to put her in her place. “You seemed to like it,” unfortunately it sounded more petulant to her ears than confident and flirty. She might be tired of being a bottom, but she lacked Frost’s inherent confidence.
Another condescending pat on the head later and Jasmine shrugged. “It was nice.” At Caitlin’s snort she smiled. “Do you want to see how it’s done?”
“Sure…” Killer Frost’s presence had only grown slightly inside her. Maybe the skeevy setting was to blame, but Jasmine’s personality kept ruining her mood. It reminded her too much of girls she had gone to school with: the kind that acted out and put people down just to cover their own insecurities. Jasmine certainly seemed more interested in one-upping Caitlin than any shared pleasure or emotional connection.
If this had not been her best chance to actually get a message to Killer Frost, Caitlin might have called it off right then. She would have to simply hope Jasmine’s skills were as advertised and that they would be enough to trigger a transformation. As Caitlin laid back and let her panties be pulled off, she admonished, “Just remember about the message.”
“Got it. Now shut up, crazy girl.” Whatever Caitlin’s response may have been was muffled by Jasmine shoving the balled-up g-string into her mouth. “Let a girl work.”
Jasmine’s tongue wasted no time and immediately parted Caitlin’s lower lips. The focus was more on small, swirling dabs than long strokes and it reminded Caitlin of Mick’s idiosyncratic and unpredictable approach but without his blistering intensity. This was more like a tickling exploration than hungry desire but it was still enough stimulation to start her arousal.
Caitlin closed her eyes and let her mind wander toward more pleasant thoughts. Since her afternoon with Mick and the conversation with Iris that spawned it, her sexual imagination had kicked into high gear. Some of it had to be Killer Frost, but the fact was that her urges were just Caitlin’s desires without the filter. It was time to own her own fantasies and use them rather than be controlled by them.
Iris herself featured prominently, but considering she was married—to say nothing of Barry’s current situation—made those fantasies awkward. While Caitlin could not control her dreams, actively fantasizing about her friend just seemed wrong. As tempting as it was to imagine that Iris was the dark-skinned beauty knelt between her legs, her conscience would not allow it.
Amunet was also a frequent visitor in her dreams. Once Caitlin realized that the events had actually happened, those memories grew into sharper and sharper focus. It was now clear that Amunet had planned to kill Caitlin for her defiance but Killer Frost had saved her by offering up their body. Caitlin had revisited each of those fractured memories and while there were definitely elements of submission and dominance, they were also deeply arousing. Caitlin had recently discovered an appreciation for mild bondage and she had experienced Amunet’s “punishment” through Killer Frost’s eyes and skin; but it was the idea of a tamed and penitent Killer Frost that was her masturbatory inspiration. Although their empathic connection was faint it was ever so obvious that Frost considered herself to be inherently dominant and Caitlin, submissive and Caitlin longed to prove her wrong.
And that goes double for any bossy college girls currently eating me out.
She began rolling and twisting her new piercings and was pleasantly surprised by just how much they intensified her already sensitive nipples. I think I might have to keep these, she thought. Even as she groaned through her gag, she knew physical sensation alone was not enough to push her into orgasm; Caitlin needed some kind of mental stimulation. Still, Amunet is a lunatic and you’re still holding out hope that the “villain fetish” theory is wrong.
Accordingly, she shifted through her mental catalogue of fantasies, trying to put a face to Jasmine’s finally intensifying cunnilingus. The image of the stunning Supergirl kneeling in front of her was appealing as was the idea of Felicity being muffled by Caitlin’s pussy. Neither of those felt quite right and she flipped through the various options for Canaries, wondering if that sonic scream had a “vibrate” setting. For a moment, she contemplated Wally, but it was still uncomfortably close to Iris.
In the end, Caitlin found herself unable to fit a fantasy to the moment, even as the first traces of the pressure she associated with an impending transformation. She settled for the pleasant anticipation of Jasmine’s surprise when she got a face-full of Killer Frost. If she tries any of this shit with Frost, she’s going to end up frozen to this chair, stuffed full of ice-dicks.
She focused on that idea, grinding her pussy into Jasmine’s face even as she spit the tangled thong over the side. “Shit, almost there. Come on…come on…” The younger girl was certainly eagerly lapping at Caitlin’s folds and she was aroused enough, but there was nothing pushing her over that final hill. Finally, inspiration struck.
Caitlin grabbed Jasmine by the hair and away from her pussy. The stripper’s face gleamed with Caitlin’s juices and was twisted by shock and apprehension. “Listen little girl, I’m the nice one. If you don’t give me an orgasm right the fuck now, when my inner mean girl arrives, you will not like what she’ll do to you. Make me cum and there’s a good chance she’ll fuck your brains out just to spite me.” Jasmine swallowed and nodded nervously. Caitlin buried Jasmine’s face back into her pussy and began hissing words of semi-hostile encouragement.
Jasmine shoved two fingers into Caitlin’s pussy while nipping and sucking her clit. There was no more attempt at technique, this was simply an assault upon her privates with as much energy as possible. Maybe it was fond memories of Mick’s barely controlled wildness or perhaps it was undercutting the younger girl’s play at dominance, but it was working. The white haze of Killer Frost started to fill her sight and faint fog left her panting mouth. As she tugged hard on her nipples, Caitlin growled, “And stick a finger in my ass.”
There was a moment of hesitation, and then a burst of pressure as a finger that had just been in her vagina pushed into her butt. It pinched, but rather than breaking her out of the mindset, it exploded that icy power throughout her mind. Caitlin felt herself convulse even as Jasmine’s narrow finger pushed deeper inside her tightest hole.
Her last thought was a smirk. Well, at least one of you is in for a surprise.

Killer Frost sighed as Caitlin’s orgasm carried her to the surface. There was no disorientation, no confusion; Caitlin’s emotions were a thin veneer of satisfaction subsumed by glorious pleasure. The sweet release crystalized inside of her and a long stream of condensation accompanied her moan.
Whoever was between her legs tried to pull away, but she pinned their head between her thighs. After a second, they stopped struggling and continued to eat her out. Frost almost screamed when their finger pushed deeper into her ass but her self-control held. She held it to a guttural moan, but the feeling of her tightest hole getting stretched and teased hurtled her toward a second orgasm.
White blurred the edges of her vision and the writhing of her hips smeared their face with her cum. The plastic through her nipples only emphasized their hardness as she tugged and twisted. The woman trapped in her crotch sucked harder on her clit and licked deeper into her pussy. And pounded faster into her ass, twisting and flexing with each probe.
Not as good as my burning man, she mused, but I’ll take what I can get.
Before the second had subsided, a third orgasm ripped through her body. Power tensed within her, but she drowned it in euphoria. Frost rode out the waves of pleasure that swamped her mind and body until she could only gasp and whimper. Her body relaxed, releasing whoever had been pinned between her thighs, but they did not relent in their assault upon her pussy and asshole. They seemed almost desperate to prolong her orgasm and she could not blame them.
For one thing, it was tempting to just keep surfing the waves of pleasure and ride out whatever energy Frost had until she was forced to regress into Caitlin. There was only so much she could do before her batteries needed recharging and it seemed Caity had not rested. It would be so easy to simply cum and cum and cum until sheer exhaustion claimed her.
But that kind of weakness—that kind of submission—was dangerous. Frost was not sure if surrendering to pleasure would be enough to become Caitlin, but she was disinclined to risk it. She had played the bottom—once—to save Caitlin, only to find out her nominally weaker half was the one with the courage to stand up to Amunet. Worse was how much the other villainess had made her enjoy being dominated. Since then, she had made considerable effort to emphasize to Caitlin—and herself—who was in charge.
All the more reason to come to her senses and remind this girl about that fact. No matter how amazing her finger felt, a treacherous, Catlin-like part of her brain whispered. Besides the whole ‘finger-in-the-ass’ aspect, she wanted—she needed—to put this girl in her place. Even if Frost suspected that Caitlin had intended that all along.
While her hand trembled when she started, by the time she grabbed the woman by the curly hair, Frost’s grip was strong and her gaze firm. The trembling fingers slipped free of her holes and Frost fought the urge to squirm as they both unconsciously squeezed tighter to hold them in. She was not any crueler than necessary when pulling the petite dark-skinned girl to look her in the eye. The bemused and superior expression had also disappeared from her face, replaced with dazzled apprehension.
She was surprised to recognize the girl as a stripper from the club, albeit with her makeup smeared and her face covered in Frost’s cum. So far, Frost had never actually initiated a relationship; she waited for Caitlin to make the first move and then stepped in when it was time for action. The fact that boring old Caitlin Snow had fucked a stranger—a stripper nonetheless—gave her pause.
“She said—” the girl cleared her throat. “She said to give you a message.”
I know Caity’s clever and desperate, but I never thought she’d fuck a stranger just to talk to me.
After Frost nodded that she could continue, the stripper burst out, “She’s sorry she slept with Mike. She understands you’re upset but you need to work things out!”
Which just went to show that Caity was missing the point. It was not just that she fucked Mick, it was that she had clearly taken steps to keep Killer Frost away. She had thought that they had moved past the whole “cure” nonsense and that they were shaping a partnership. Admittedly, with Killer Frost as the dominant partner, but still it seemed like Caitlin needed a stronger lesson in who could punish who.
The stripper—Jasmine, some memory of Caitlin’s supplied—looked relieved. She gently tried to pull free of Frost’s grip, but to no avail. “Uh, is there a response for when you…you know, go away?”
“Oh, when I’m done with you, you won’t be in any condition to carry any messages.” She smiled wickedly and Jasmine blanched, her eyes skittishly searching for the door. Frost smothered a scream with a kiss and Jasmine’s frantic energy turned from struggles to an embrace. When they parted, steam trailed from both their mouths. “I’m not going to hurt you. Well, not in any ways you won’t enjoy.”
“Uh, look, this is a little too weird for me,” Jasmine began, half-heartedly pushing Frost away. “I’m just a college girl who wanted to feel crazy and rebellious. Your other half, or whatever, seemed like a pushover and I acted like a bitch. I’m sorry, just—”
Frost cut her off with a finger across the lips that was just cold enough to leave a trace of ice. “Oh, it’s okay. It’s very tempting to bully her. But I’m guessing things didn’t work out like you planned?”
“I get the feeling that I’m not her type. She was okay for a les-virgin—you’re a much better kisser.” The blatant flattery was undercut when Jasmine added a conspiratorial wink and added, “Also I wouldn’t have taken her for a butt-slut. She practically melted once I had a finger in her ass.”
Frost would have frowned but Jasmine’s resurgent cockiness was so obviously fragile. Having realized she was not in actual danger; the stripper was back to posturing. Which made things much simpler: something Frost and Caitlin both enjoyed was watching bullies crumble when challenged.
“Unfortunately, I’m the bad one. I can’t just leave without some kind of punishment.” After a moment of feigned contemplation, Frost sighed, “How about this? You give me a lap-dance.” She slunk back over to the chair and spread her legs in an obvious invitation. Jasmine’s expression migrated through terror back to relief. “And if I enjoy myself—” she concentrated and then blew through her circled hand. Crackling filled the air as she shaped the ice into a rod ten inches long. She rolled it between her fingers and then tapped it against her lips speculatively.
“—Then I’ll let you decide which hole this is going in.”

Frost sauntered out of the back door of the strip club with a pleased expression. The manager had been all too eager to get her off his property, even graciously retrieving her leather jacket and Caitlin’s cellphone while Jasmine recovered.
Two ice dildos had melted by the time the stripper had collapsed, but the experience would be good for her. Frost knew from bitter experience that realizing you were not the toughest, bad-est bitch around forced you to re-evaluate how you treated others. Certainly, being humbled by Amunet had convinced her to work with Caitlin and join team Flash. And while Caity could try her patience there was something…comforting about having her around.
It had been fun, but she was getting tired enough that Caitlin kept creeping back in. She could hold on for another hour at most and it was important that she get a chance to talk to her ride. While she had no fear or shame of waiting around in her scandalous outfit, she was glad her wait was brief.
To her credit, Iris barely responded when Killer Frost climbed into her car instead of Caitlin. Although her eyes did drift down to take in her clothes and the wide expanses of pale skin on display. Winking, Frost stretched her legs and arms so that her already short skirt slid even higher up her legs and opened her jacket just short of showing her nipples. Iris’ attention flicked away from the road, but she visually shook herself free of the distraction.
It's just too easy to mess with these up-tight tight-asses. And I’ll bet Iris’ ass is tight. At that thought, Frost decided to indulge in a little fun before delivering her message.
“It’s nice to see Caity’s infatuation isn’t one way,” Frost teased. “She’d never make the first move, but she’s just dying to find out what you taste like.” She ran a hand suggestively from her throat down over her barely covered groin. “Half her dreams are about you, you know; she can’t stop thinking about the two of you tangled together, fucking your brains out. But poor Caity is always so cautious, so careful. So afraid to take what she wants.
“I know all her fantasies, fears and worries.” As they stopped at a light, she leaned over and whispered in Iris’ ear. “That’s what I’m for. I protect her, but I also do all the things she’s afraid of.”
Iris turned and her expression was torn between apprehension and eagerness. “Is…is that what you think you’re doing?”
Frost slithered closer and nuzzled against Iris’ elegant neck. As her hand traced along the seatbelt and found the top of Iris’ sweats, she alternated between gentle kisses and insidious whispers. “Of course. She needs me. She wants to be me. But she’s too afraid.” Her nimble fingers untied the knot on Iris’ grey S.T.A.R Labs sweats and started to slip inside.
Whatever response or resistance Iris had, melted when Killer Frost slid through the soft curls and found her warm and waiting pussy. “Ooooh, commando. A woman after my own heart.” Frost nipped Iris’ earlobe as she dipped a finger inside the damp folds. “And you’re already wet. Is this because of me? Or is this how you always greet Caitlin?”
Iris’ eyes rolled in her head and an almost painful moan slipped between her lips. She might have been giving the silent treatment, but she barely seemed capable of talking now. Killer Frost giggled and continued to coax her into incoherent gasps. “Maybe after all these weeks without Barry, you’re ready to fuck anyone who gets their fingers into your cunt.” Sensing weakness, Frost pushed another finger inside Iris’ sweet, wet pussy and ground her palm against an ice-hard clit.
That caused Iris to sag back into her seat and hiss, “You biiiiitch…” Her hands tightened on the steering wheel, but she made no move to remove Killer Frost’s teasing fingers. In fact, her thighs tightened to trap Frost’s hand as her hips began to slowly roll with the motion. The tension in her body melted away and soon, she was surrendering to Frost’s nimble fingers.
“I’m a little tired, but I’m pretty sure I could sit here and fingerbang a needy slut like you until you were a broken gibbering mess. But—” Frost turned Iris’s head and closed to kiss her, Iris’ dark eyes clouded with desperation and her lips parted in hunger. Instead, Killer Frost winked and pulled her hand from Iris’s now soaked sweats before sitting back into her seat. “But I want to get home and it’s been green for a minute.” She daintily licked her fingers clean and waited for Mrs. West-Allen to recover. She idly mused that Iris did in fact taste delicious.
Iris bit back a longing moan and shook her head to clear it. After a second, she took a deep breath and started the car moving. They drove in silence while Frost pretended to straighten her clothing while Iris got her breathing under control. Every time Iris squirmed in her own juices Frost had to smother a chuckle at her frustration. A few blocks later, Iris spared a glare in her direction and spat, “You really are a sadistic bitch, aren’t you?”
“Obviously.” Frost shrugged and smiled. “But really, I’ll just wait until you and Caity finally bite the bullet. Then I’ll seduce you. When I’m done, you won’t even remember your own name, let alone hers.”
“Is that what this is about?” Iris’s anger had been consumed by her curiosity. “Do you think this revenge for what Caitlin did with Mick Rory?”
Obviously, it was related, but Iris was reading too much into things. Frost had no intention or interest in who Mick fucked in other times and he returned the favor for her in the present. In fact, she was of the general opinion that Caitlin needed a good hard fucking from time to time to loosen her up. It was more about how she went about doing it.
“You said it yourself, I’m a teasing bitch,” Frost settled on a flippant response. “I’m always going to give people a hard time and Caitlin’s always going to receive the worst of it.”
“Well, from the sound of it, things have escalated past teasing since Caitlin and Rory…”
“Fucked,” she finished. “Well, it’s not exactly easy to leave each other messages. Which is one of the reasons I wanted us to have this little chat.”
“Oh, so it wasn’t just about feeling me up?” Iris’ smile was tired and a little bitter. “I’m happy to be a go-between. I feel somewhat responsible for this discord. The whole thing was my idea.”
“Yeah, I can remember little tidbits of your little brainstorm.” Iris’ expression turned pensive but Frost continued, relieved that she could finally vent. “Look, I don’t care who Mick fucks. What matters is that she went around my back. She locked me out.”
“Is this about the meta-cuffs? Caitlin doesn’t want to get rid of you anymore; she just wants some kind of control. And can you blame her?”
“Obviously.” Frost snorted and crossed her arms. “We’re supposed to be a partnership.”
“A partnership where you have all the power. Don’t tell me you didn’t know your antics were getting to her.” Iris glared at her until she conceded. “Do you have any idea what it was like for her? Caitlin did what she had to in order to keep from going crazy. And you know what? If you were interested in a partnership, you should be able to compromise.”
They drove in silence for a moment until Frost sneered, “Compromise is a weakness; I’m the strong one,” She was comforted by the fact that it was not like Caity actually had any choice in the matter. “Look, the reason I hold all the cards is because, all the shame and fear? Those are Caity’s. She can’t humiliate me and she can’t threaten me with anything. If she would just become more like me, there’s nothing I could do to her. Then we can talk about negotiating.”
The car came to a stop in the parking garage near Caitlin’s apartment, but Iris did not turn off the engine. She turned and met Frost’s gaze until the meta blinked and turned. “You…you are going to understand why it’s a mistake to think Caitlin’s weak. I can just hope I get to see it.”
For the first time, Killer Frost felt a chill run down her spine. As always, she responded with attitude. “You’re going to have a long wait.”
The two of them got out of the heated car and it was Iris’ turn to shiver in the pre-dawn light. Central city in January was brisk enough that her damp sweats had to be chilly. Killer Frost laughed and said, “Maybe I should help warm you up.”
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Sure, I can.” Frost shrugged off the leather jacket and tossed it to Iris. She reflexively caught it and then gasped when she saw Frost’s breasts. “Like them?” She tweaked her new piercings. “They’re so much fun; I hope Caitlin keeps them.”
Blinking, Iris averted her gaze and slipped on the jacket. “I’m so glad you don’t feel the cold. You had better not turn back into Caitlin right now.”
“Can’t! Having too much fun!” Frost laughed and peeled the skirt down her legs, making sure her bare ass wriggled in Iris’ direction. She almost teetered off her heels, but turned it into a spin. She danced through the dim spotlights and scooped up her discarded clothing. “Besides, might as well give you a sample of Caity’s goods!” She shimmied and smiled over her shoulder. “I hope you remember this later when you’re rubbing one out in that cold empty bed of yours.”
This time, Iris was almost playful when she said, “You really are a bitch.”
They laughed as they raced across the garage and into the stairwell. By the time they reached Caitlin’s apartment, Iris was short of breath. Killer Frost unlocked the door and ushered her in. “In all seriousness, you’re a really good friend for Caity, coming to help her out this early in the morning.”
“Between reporting and being married to a superhero, you get used to the odd hours.” Iris hooked the dark jacket and walked into the kitchenette to boil water. “Besides, I wouldn’t have to if you’d start ditching her at a more reasonable hour.”
“I’ll think about it.” Killer Frost watched as Iris collected the spoons and tea bags. When she bent over the counter to reach her favorite mug, it displayed the fading wet spot on her sweats. Unable to resist one last little jab, Frost silently slipped behind her and wrapped her arm around Iris’ slender waist. She tried to twist away but was no match for Frost’s metahuman strength. Before she could say anything, her pants were pulled down her smooth chocolate cheeks.
They looked invitingly soft and Killer Frost could not help but give one a squeeze as she leaned forward. Iris bit her lip in trepidation as Frost whispered, “Just one more thing for you to think about. I really hope Caitlin gets to pop your girl-cherry.” Her caresses caused Iris to squirm and squeal, but the darker woman no longer struggled in her arms. “But when that’s done?” Her finger slipped between Iris’ cheeks and stroked across her obviously untouched asshole. She applied just enough pressure to threaten to penetrate and leave Iris—and her rosebud—twitching. Eyes wide, Iris whimpered and looked back with panic and longing. “I get your ass.”
A quick slap across the backside and Frost left Iris slumped across the counter with her pert bottom exposed and vulnerable. Hopefully a portent of things to come.
She started to focus on the soft colors and gentle shapes of the apartment, letting the sense of Caitlin invade her thoughts. Frost could already feel her body relax and go sluggish as the constant pulse of power within her started to fade. A few seconds in a hot shower should complete the process.
And now it’s back to boring old Caity.

When Caitlin emerged from the shower, she was treated to the familiar sight of Iris and the comforting smell of peach tea. Iris looked more frazzled and stressed than usual, but it was particularly early in the morning. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but smiled when Caitlin entered the room.
She barely had time to sip her tea when Iris coughed and said, “So, I had an interesting conversation with Killer Frost.”
“Oh?”
“Apparently she’s not upset that you slept with Mick. She doesn’t like that you used meta-cuffs to keep her from manifesting. She felt it was unfair.”
“She…she knows that was the only way I could orgasm, right?” Caitlin stated incredulously.
Iris shrugged. “The hypocrisy did not seem to bother Killer Frost. I’m also not surprised by her complete lack of empathy.” She had the kind of determined look that Caitlin had only seen when she was coordinating Team Flash. “The fact is, she thinks she’s untouchable. She’ll never respect you unless you can threaten her.”
“Well, how can I do that?” Caitlin gestured at the futility. “She’s shameless and any sort of trauma or stress I inflict on myself just brings her out! Frankly, I’m not even sure meta-cuffs could mute her indefinitely—she’s overpowered them before.”
“Caitlin, you’re a scientist; you’ve outsmarted a dozen supervillains before we ever heard of Killer Frost. I’m sure you can find a way to make her feel trapped and helpless.” Iris reached out and grabbed her hand. “And when you do, I want to watch.”
Returning the warm grip, Caitlin nodded and the two women locked eyes in agreement. After a minute they both blushed and hurriedly stopped touching. However, ideas were beginning to form in the back of her mind. One particularly wicked thought kept pushing itself forward and she had to hide a smile.
They sipped in silence until Iris broke it by adding, “Actually, I think a little role reversal will be good for the two of you.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Look, I’m not saying it’s true, but Killer Frost definitely sees herself as the dominant half.”
Caitlin made a face, “And I suppose that makes me the submissive?”
“Your words,” Iris smirked but then became serious. “But the point is, I think she recalls more of what you are thinking when you act like she does: confident, aggressive and—”
“Cruel?”
“Yes. And from the sound of it, your strongest memories of her are from the time she gave herself to Amunet.”
“When she was tied up and molested?” Caitlin was not sure she liked where Iris was going with this.
Rolling her eyes, Iris brushed away Caitlin’s concerns. “When she made a sacrifice to save you. When she acted with compassion.” Iris finished her tea and placed the mug down with finality. “You’re both too caught up in the idea of being separate people. It’s not like you divided up the personality traits. She has all your kindness, your patience, your heroism.
“And you?” Iris’ smile was heartwarming as she walked around the table and took Caitlin by her shoulders. “You are just as capable of being dangerous, controlling…and a sexy bitch.” This last was said with a wink that set Caitlin’s pulse racing.
Caitlin stood and hugged her. “Thanks, Iris.” Belatedly, she realized that her robe was thin enough to feel Iris’ body heat. While Killer Frost was a distant presence in her mind, this was brushing dangerously close to thoughts she had been avoiding. Yet, Iris’ presence and warmth were comforts she desperately needed.
It was Iris who broke the embrace, flush with what could have been embarrassment. “Uh…Caitlin. Is there any chance I can trouble you for a shower and a change of clothes? I…uh, slipped in a puddle.”
“Sure.” Caitlin gestured toward the bathroom.
She tried to clear her mind of the thought of having a naked Iris West in her apartment and focus on cleaning up the tea. And yet, when she glanced up, Iris had barely left the room before she stripped off her sweatshirt. Caitlin stared at her slender, naked back as she sauntered to the bathroom, beginning to wriggle her pants down her hips. The barest hint of her beautiful butt appeared just as she reached the door, but Caitlin was forced to look away as Iris’ head turned. For a second, she thought she saw a smile before Iris disappeared, tossing the sweat pants out a moment later.
Unwilling to wash dishes while the shower ran, Caitlin simply sorted the dishes into the sink. While her mind was already brainstorming possible fates for Killer Frost, she kept her hands occupied by cleaning up the clothes discarded by Iris and Killer Frost. She tried not to think about the fact that Iris’ ‘puddle stain’ was limited to the crotch of her sweatpants.
With nothing else to do, she collected a spare set of clothes for Iris—luckily, they were similar sizes so Caitlin’s own S.T.A.R. Labs sweats should suffice. As she approached the bathroom door, a low almost painful moan came from within. Caitlin hesitated, but Iris’ own words urged her on. Maybe it was time to be a little more like Killer Frost.
She quietly opened the door and peeked inside. The room was steamy and warm and Caitlin could only make out a hazy outline of Iris’ dark silhouette through the clear shower curtain. Yet it was clear that the shower head was between her legs as another moan filled the bathroom.
Sheer voyeuristic thrill raced through Caitlin as Iris writhed inside the shower stall. Clearly Iris had been badly in need of release, a state she was sadly familiar with. She wondered what Iris was imagining and no small part of her hoped it was her own face in Iris’ fantasy. It might be vanity, but the timing of this was…suggestive to say the least. And there was no way Iris had been unaware of Caitlin watching her disrobe.
Eventually the urge to match Iris’ behavior grew intolerable. Her nipples practically throbbed for attention; the new piercings pressing insistently against the fabric of her robe. The urge to become Killer Frost was as weak as she had ever felt, but it could only grow. Caitlin thought about going for the meta-cuffs she kept by her bed, but her conscience finally reasserted itself. Whatever Iris intended, it was wrong to spy on her like this.
Caitlin forced herself to close the door as quickly and quietly as she could. She leaned against the door and took a moment to compose herself. Leaving the clothes by the door she fled to the kitchen and splashed cold water in her face.
The sudden shock of temperature made her think of Killer Frost. This is the difference between the two of us, she mused. Killer Frost has no idea what it’s like to want something and not have it. That thought and her current predicament percolated within her brain. Then it all came together with an earlier idea that had been half in jest.
And the best part was, most of what she needed was half-assembled somewhere in storage in S.T.A.R. Labs. It shouldn’t take me more than a few days.
And then Killer Frost will get what she deserves.

It was, in fact, four days later before Caitlin had the ability and opportunity to implement her plan. Cisco was off on a date with Gypsy and Harry was working on some secret project he would not talk about. She was alone in the lab—well, almost—and while her project was untried, every preliminary test indicated it was safe. Or at least, safe enough to use on Killer Frost.
Half of this setup was a modified version of tools she and Cisco had designed for her medlab and the rest was repurposed from old discarded projects. Caitlin was sure that either Cisco or Harry could have built the rig in half the time, but this was not something she wanted them knowing about. In fact, she had asked a few vague questions of Cisco concerning the vibrational frequencies involved, but passed it off as research for a new medical tool.
At this point, she had to admit that her mental checklist was simply delaying the moment rather than acting as any safety precaution. She looked toward one of the extra security cameras she had placed in the room. “Are you sure you still want to watch?”
“Absolutely,” Iris’ voice rang out from a loudspeaker while she sat comfortably if invisibly at the desk from which she normally commanded Team Flash. “This is far kinkier than anything I had in mind, Caitlin. It’s perfect.”
“Good. Just don’t shut it off until you know she means it.”
“Relax. I’ve got all the sensor feeds up on the monitors and the cameras are recording. Keeping my attention is the least of your problems.” There was a seductive edge to her tone and Caitlin had an image of Iris with her feet on the console and her panties around her knees, idly stroking her velvety pussy while she waited for Caitlin to start. Maybe it was absurd to imagine, but right now, she had no need to restrain her libido. “Just hurry up and take your robe off. I’ve seen it all before.”
Her face flushed, Caitlin tried not to look like she was undressing for the camera while still giving Iris just a hint of a tease. She unbelted her robe and let it slide down her shoulders. Eventually she shrugged it back so her small but firm breasts spilled out, shiny new metal studs stuck through her nipples. Finally, she let the robe pool around her ankles, exposing every inch to the cameras.
“Looking good, Caitlin.”
“Thanks, now let’s get started before I lose my nerve.” She took a deep breath and approached the main camera. “Time to send a message to Killer Frost.”

Killer Frost awoke on the crest of an orgasm, her entire body tingling in anticipation. Every inch of her was inundated with sensation, but somehow, she just could not reach the edge. Moments tracked on and on and still nothing to relieve the tension. And then, abruptly it was gone.
Instantly, her mind cleared and she took stock of her situation. First and most obviously, she was strapped to a table by metal brackets at her wrists, ankles, waist and throat. It looked like one of the sterile observation labs Caitlin kept at S.T.A.R. Labs, but something felt off about the air. Some kind of sensor was mounted in an arc around her head. And to top it all off, not only were some kind of devices attached to the breasts, something cupped her entire groin. Two narrow rods were embedded several inches into her pussy and ass—just enough to feel full without being stretched.
Before she could speak, Caitlin’s voice filled the room. “Good afternoon Killer Frost, this is your wakeup call.
“You seem to think that I can’t possibly do anything to bother you. That you’re some unassailable, unstoppable super-bitch.”
“Damn right,” Frost spat, but her voice was husky with strain even through the distortion.
“Well, you’re wrong.
“More importantly, you’re unwilling to compromise with me.” The reasonable tone Caitlin adopted grated on Frost. The uppity cunt was gloating—she could tell—but refused to show it. “The fact is, until we understand more about how we transform and how to control it, wearing meta-cuffs is the only way I can have sex. And I don’t know if it’s your fault or just my own liberation, but I really, really need to have sex.”
Killer Frost rolled her eyes and struggled against the bonds which held firm.
“Anyways, what we have here…is an orgasm machine.”
A gentle tingling filled Frosts entire body, but it seemed concentrated on her nipples and groin. It was indescribable—not a tickle or a pinch—but still entirely pleasurable. It might have been enjoyable, but Killer Frost was still on edge from her recently interrupted climax and every part of her craved more.
“A while back, Cisco and I were working on a way to use vibrational pulses to stimulate tissue growth. It never worked as more than a muscle relaxant, but we did discover that it had a much greater effect on the subject’s nerves. With the right calibrations, we could make the subject feel heat or cold or pain…or pleasure.
“At first, I thought about making you feel cold for the first time, but then I realized you simply did not understand what it was like for me. The sheer frustration and madness of being on the edge but never actually reaching the summit. To be denied something you desperately want—no, need.
“Which brings us to the second part of my device. You may have noticed the neural array around your head?” Frost could not stop herself from glancing at the curved scanner. “It’s a modified version of the device we used when Barry lost his memory. This tracks your brain patterns and determines when you’re close to orgasm. The program I wrote can keep you on the edge…indefinitely.”
Now the feeling intensified, as if her whole body was getting a sonic massage. It might have been her imagination but she could practically feel the pulses radiating from her nipples and clit. Each one seemed to build upon the previous, slowly escalating from an enjoyable buzz to an intoxicating siren. Her whole body grew taut with anticipation, but before she ever came close to cumming, the machine retreated to its lowest setting.
“You see?” Frost could practically hear the smirk in Caitlin’s sickly-sweet voice. “Just. Like. That. For weeks while you taunted and teased me. You rubbed my face in it and made me clean up after your booty calls. And then, when I took a single, necessary step to have one night of fun, you react like I tried to kill you.”
Killer Frost wanted to scream in frustration, but she refused to let Caitlin have the satisfaction. After all, she was not some jealous, dick-starved wimp. She was the part that was brave enough to actually act on their desires. There was no way some stupid machine could break her.
“Oh, and if you’re thinking about escaping, all of the electronics are thermally shielded. I also dehumidified the air in the lab so you’ll have no ice to work with. In theory you might be able to manipulate your own sweat, but my calculations say that by the time enough builds up, you won’t be able to form coherent thought, let alone focus on your powers.”
Part of Frost wanted to rebel—to challenge that assumption—but the fact was, they shared the same brain-power and Caitlin would never have gone this far without rigorous calculations. The feeling of smug satisfaction echoed as the faintest traces of Caitlin’s recent memories became more familiar. If she was certain Frost could not break out, there was a very frightening chance that she was right.
“Now, assuming you’re done venting in impotent rage, I should clarify that it’s very easy to get out. You just have to admit that you’re sorry and that I beat you. Just do that and I’ll let you cum.”
“Not fucking likely,” she growled under her breath.
“Oh, one final thing. You may have noticed all the cameras.” A quick glance showed that in addition to the two security cameras there were also a pair of web-cams positioned much closer. “In addition to recording this for my own…private use—” The innuendo was clear, “—Iris is monitoring the whole situation. And she’s the one who decided if you mean it or not. Say ‘hi,’ Iris.”
The intercom clicked and Iris did not even try to hide the smugness in her voice. “You’re looking good, Frosty.”
“One last thing before it starts. I just want you to remember: I’m the one who beat you.”
The recording went silent and Killer Frost thrashed within her bonds but found she had no leverage. Any further struggles came to a crashing halt when the probe within her pussy surged with activity. Instead of a gentle wave of feeling, it was like a sharp spike of raw pleasure punched from between her legs and into her brain. Her whole body arched as best it could and a wordless scream filled her throat. Her vision went white, almost like it did when she was enveloped in her power. And then just as abruptly, everything stopped and its absence was nearly as devastating.
“Fuck…you…Caity…” she fought to gasp.
In the seconds it took her to catch her breath, the machine began its true assault. At first it sent waves of erotic energy up and down her body in a steady pattern. Then, it slowly focused only on her erogenous zones until her nipples and clit felt like they were electrified. Later, the probes in her pussy and ass would fire off in sequence or together until she found herself struggling to grind her hips closer to the source. Sometimes it ramped all the way up to full power before slowly tapering off and others it spiked to seemingly random levels in unexpected bursts of ecstasy.
And every single time it stopped at the perfect moment to deny her any chance at completion.
At first, Killer Frost growled and swore her defiance, but it was hard to form words when it felt like her brain was on fire. Eventually, she had to bite her lip to keep Caitlin from hearing the pathetic sounds that threatened to leak free. Every breath was a panting, desperate fight not to scream or beg until she was just moaning impotently. Raw stubbornness fought with animal need as he eyes squeezed tight in concentration.
She had no idea how long it was before the vibrations lulled long enough for her to concentrate. There was nothing she could fight, no one she could insult, only the cold unfeeling program Caitlin had created to torture her. Just when she had given up hope, the intercom crackled.
“Had enough?”
Iris! Iris was here. Frost knew that there were all kinds of buttons she could push to dominate the weakest member of Team Flash. It had always been so easy to turn Iris’ confident attitude into whimpering submission.
“Iris, let me go. This isn’t going to wo—” She twitched and choked as her asshole writhed with pleasure. The probe was narrow enough that she barely noticed it unless it was active but now it fired off every nerve at once. As her traitorous ass throbbed in ecstasy, words scrambled in her head and nonsense tumbled form her lips. “Not…go—oh fuck…you ca…thisssss…no, no, no…” For a moment, she almost hoped that Iris would misjudge the controls and let her cum, but all too soon, they reverted to levels that were merely tantalizing.
Frost’s eyes rolled and feeble croaks were all she could manage for a moment. Blearily, she sought out the closest camera. “I-Iris…you know this is just going to make it worse on yo-uuuuuuu.” The two probes pulsed in sequence just long enough to break her train of thought.
Obviously direct confrontation would only be met with direct stimulation. “…do you think Caity realized how much you’re enjoying this?” She paused, but the anticipated retaliation never came. She finally hit nerve. “I’ll bet she imagined you up there with your pants on the floor and your fingers buried in your snatch, sharing in the victory over the big, bad Killer Frost. You know, I’ll bet she’s recording you too. You know…for her ‘private use.’
“Then again, maybe you like that; maybe you get on off it.” Iris’ guilty silence emboldened Frost to press her advantage. “If you really want to take this body for a test-drive, you’re going to have to ask. We both know Caity won’t make the first move. But the best you can do is just watch through a camera and finger your lonely, hungry pussy and wish you had the courage to make the first move.”
She laughed but Frost’s voice almost cracked with the desperation struggling with her native confidence. “We both know Caity is a total bottom but I’m surprised with you, Iris. I’d’ve never thought that little miss bossy tight-ass had such deep submissive streak. I mean, obviously I can top you, but you totally had me fooled. Especially with how much you like to boss Barry around. Remember him, your—you fucking cunt!” The machine surged to life and Killer Frost realized she had pushed too far. She continued to curse Iris until her body betrayed her again, writhing and sighing as the sensations intensified.
There were no more breaks for her to catch her breath or collect her thoughts. Each time she was brought to the brink, it became harder for Killer Frost to focus on any kind of resistance. Her whole body cried out in hunger and her mind was slowly melting into incoherent need. She could not—would not—let Caitlin win, but she was slowly forgetting why that was so important.
The last vestiges of Killer Frost’s mind rebelled, mingled indignation and terror giving her one last surge of resistance. No, Caitlin’s not a top! I’ll show them there’s not a shred of sub in me. Caitlin’s going to find herself waking up tied up with vibrators stuffed in every hole. I’ll turn Iris into my own personal anal whore. They can’t beat me; she didn’t, I—oh fuck, why won’t it just make me cum?
She could feel the program begin another slow climb toward the edge and knew that this time, it might actually break her. With a shock, she realized that part of her wanted that intoxicating release, to be helpless in the power of her own pleasure. Maybe things aren’t as clear between our two haves as I thought…but better a surrender than complete defeat.
Her voice cracked as she begged, “Iris, pleaaaaase?” The full body assault she currently suffered plateaued just short of mind-numbing. Where she might have previously tried to turn this to her advantage, all she could think about now was doing whatever it took to reach the end. “Iris I’ll do whatever—ah—you want. I’ll crawl up there right now and suck your cunt dry. Plea-seeeee…I’ll tongue your ass, I’ll lick your—oh nooooo…”
“You know what you have to do.”
“Nooooo,” she whimpered, drool and tears mingling with the sweat streaming down her face. “Not that…Caity can’t…she’s the…” The vibrations in her nipples had reached almost painful harmonics with the metal piercings.
“Look at the camera and do it.”
With a long, plaintive cry, Frost sought out the camera nearest her face. Her face constantly fluctuated between outrage, outrage and distracted bliss. She made an effort to steady her gaze and have some dignity, but her body kept betraying her in its almost ecstasy. “Caitlin…I’m—I’m s…sorry.” Utterly defeated, she sagged in her restraints and welcomed her reward. A reward which did not come.
“And...?”
“What?” Previously she would have been mortified to hear herself whine, but now she had nothing else to lose. Any interest at negotiating or manipulation dissolved in the face of her need. “Wh-what else do you want?”
“Do you understand why Caitlin had to do what she did?”
Frost’s brain was barely capable of comprehending the question; she wondered what more she had to give. Doesn’t she understand how badly I need it? Just get it over with!
“Yes, yes. She was right.” The admission barely even registered as she stopped resisting her body’s attempt to grind itself further into the restraints. She knew she could not force herself over the edge, but she no longer had the pride to hide her desperation.
“And who just topped you? Who just made you her little bitch?” Iris’ voice dripped with smug anticipation.
“She did!” Frost’s eyes begged at the camera not to make her say the name, but her patience ran out almost instantly. She realized she was crying and that final humiliation broke down her last resistance. “Catlin did it! Caitlin Snow beat Killer Frost!”
“That’s all I—” The rest of the words were lost as the machine roared to full power and Frost’s brain exploded into blissful oblivion.
She screamed and sighed as she finally came. It seemed to go on for hours as the machine continued to coax orgasm after unending orgasm. Her body threw itself against the restraints harder than it had to escape and she could feel the cum gush from her pussy until it ran down her thighs. Her cries of passion echoed inside her head as her vision collapsed into kaleidoscopic haze.
When she finally sagged in release, she felt drained and exhausted. Her whole body felt heavy and yet curiously light. There was no fighting the urge to become Caitlin…there simply was not enough energy or will left in her.
“One last thing, Frosty.” Iris’ husky voice might have been strained, but Frost could barely concentrate on her voice. “You try and ‘punish’ Catlin again, and she’ll stick you right back here. And we’ll do it again and again until you learn. Or until Killer Frost is a broken, silly, submissive slut who’ll do whatever it takes to get back into this chair.”
For all that most of Killer Frost was terrified at that thought, there was a tiny, treacherous voice that did not think that sounded so bad. The most horrifying bit was that it did not sound like Caitlin at all.

Caitlin opened eyes that stung with sweat. Her whole body felt clammy and a little cramped. Thankfully, Iris had already unlocked the restraints; it was more of a matter of getting her clumsy fingers under the suction surfaces to detach the breast stimulators. Her nipples were red and sore in the chill air, but the faint ache felt like victory. The last part was easy if a little awkward: sliding herself off the vaginal and anal probes. Both openings tingled from their recent use and Caitlin had the odd experience of feeling empty…without remembering most of the time they were inside her.
She was still a little stiff as she turned to dangle her feet over the side. Her whole body was slick with sweat—and other things—so she carefully slid to the ground. Her discarded robe was only a few feet away, but she was still a little unsteady. While the robe was thin, it warmed her considerably and made her feel considerably less exposed.
“Caitlin? How are you feeling?”
She turned to look at the security camera and waved shyly. After all, Iris had just watched—had just participated in—what amounted to self-bondage porn. “Like Killer Frost had a heck of a ride. I take it things worked?”
“Well, you can see for yourself in a little bit.” While she did not like to think of herself as cruel, Caitlin was looking forward to actually being able to see Killer Frost lose her cool. “It’s a little too early for long term projections…but I’d call it a qualified success.”
“Great. Let me just take a shower and I’ll join you in the control room.” Which would give Iris a chance to clean up if she had…taken things in hand. Part of Caitlin hoped her friend had enjoyed the experience and was looking forward to watching the security feed from the control desk. The other part still felt bad about fantasizing about her friend—but was also interested in the content of those recordings.
“Oh, Caitlin?”
“Yes, iris?”
“Just out of curiosity…could you program that thing so it doesn’t melt your brain?” The curiosity in Iris’ voice sent a thrill through Caitlin that inspired exhausted aches in her recently abused parts. “Because after watching that, I kind of want to take it for a spin!”

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