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[section=Popsicle Pup - (Bad End alt)]
[i]In another time… where a certain jackal is just a fraction slower…[/i]

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Hellhound was fully submerged in the numbing water by the time she freed her arms and chopped her legs free. She had just barely enough time to twist upright when the electric zap had jolted through her whole body like a painful stab through her spasming muscle that seemed to conduct through her hardened nipple buds and sensitive clit like a taser. The stunning effect it had on her must’ve delayed her by no more than half a second… half a second for her to feel that her ankle was caught. She tried to kick, but it was held tight by the cold squeeze of spreading ice that slid up her fur and held her tightly, solid as though she were encased in concrete.

There was no time! Hellhound ripped the suffocating wet sack off her head, thinking maybe she could see some way out of this with a clearer view of things and pulled the muzzle, snapping it with her superior strength. All she had to do was pull free! She was so close…

But the water had solidified up her thighs, creeping along them with alarming speed like the sensitive touch of some frosty lover. She tried to twist and kick as it encased her sore lower lips, pushing against her overworked sex. She gritted her teeth, trying to resist it with all her strength. But the ice was a merciless force of nature. It slid in between her clenching cheeks, scooping her muscular glutes in perfect clear glass and continuing along her tail. The ice expanded as it froze, pushing hard against her, but more alarmingly, squeezing inside her holes like a tentacle searching for a warm spot to plunder. Amirah felt a rush as her body reacted to the penetrating cold that split her open, spreading both her lower holes wider and wider until she reached the elastic limits of her insides. It was the most filling experience she had ever had and, yet so alien and uncomfortable with the intense cold freezing her most sensitive spots.

She growled underwater at the feeling, fighting the freezing discomfort with hot prickly rage. She resisted the urge to roar or yell at the bastards out there. She had to keep her mouth closed, no matter how much she wanted to beat the shit out of the leering goons she could see outside the tank. Some of them were jeering and pointing, others were excitedly jerking themselves at the sight of her naked body being encased. It was all so humiliating, it made her blood boil even as she felt the frosty liquid harden around her. The frost pushed against her belly, sliding up her abs, tightly squeezing all around her like some icy presence gripping her around the ribs. It moved up along her skin to her chest. The rage was interrupted by a surprisingly sensuous feeling as the superhero’s sensitive breasts became encased and her nipples were squeezed tightly by pressing ice like a sadistic lover squeezing her hardened buds between firm frosty fingers.

She couldn’t help it. She closed her eyes and gasped at the feeling, letting out air, and letting in water.

Like her lower holes, the water began freezing as it pushed into her mouth mercilessly, spreading into her throat like it the solid block she was becoming entombed in was violating her too. She scrunched her eyes tight on reflex as the ice slipped across the last parts of her body. Her ears became solid, her fingers locked in place still gripping the sack. Frozen solid.

The entire snap freeze had taken maybe a few seconds, but to a trained crimefighter like Amirah, with reflexes beyond those of normal people, every moment had been achingly long and made it all the more frustrating that she had been so powerless to stop it. Now, the block of ice tightly encased her in, squeezing in with such an intense, cloying pressure that it made her feel a claustrophobia she had never known before. Hellhound had never fully tested just how long she could hold her breath for, maybe forever, but her lungs still burned, reflexively demanding she take a breath she physically could not. There was an uncomfortable bulging tension across her neck, squeezing her from within and without. The cold numbed her body like it was needling into her fur, sending muscles into spasming involuntary shivers, but that was nothing compared to the sheer pressure in her pussy and tailhole. The cold seeped against her burning lower lips, painfully chilling every inch of her. They were spread wide by the girthy penetration of cold phallic spires, like snowy dildos giving anyone who looked in a perfect view of her encasement, a pair of glass dildos showing the bastards outside every angle of her most intimate private parts.
She tested opening her eyes, finding that at least that was something she could move, and looked out through perfectly clear solid water at the cheering, jeering, horny masses of reprobates ogling every inch of her preserved form like she was some anime figurine for them to jerk off over. The solid ice didn’t muffle the sound outside quite as much. She could just barely make out voices:

“Can’t believe she’s really stuck in there,” said an awestruck henchman, tapping the ice like she was a fish in an aquarium.

“Unf, gods… look how fuckin’ fat her ass is,” another, circling round from behind her, this one pitching a tent as he looked at her tightly compacted rear.

“Guys guys, you can see right into her fuckin’ cunt. Oh my god, that’s so hot!” Someone from behind with a nasally voice she almost couldn’t hear, probably crouched and staring right into her intimate parts that were on display for all these reprobates!

“Is she deepthroatin’ an ice cock? That’s fuckin funny. Oh man, look at her throat bulging, she’s loving it,” a liar she could see ogling her aching chest and pinched nipples.

“Is she gonna cum from this you think?” a sycophant jerking himself off, just feet from the ice, “‘cause…. Ngh… I think I am”

“I bet she does, she’s a real whore for this stuff,” another, whipping his dick out to jerk at her predicament.

The claustrophobia made way for returning, familiar feelings of rage and a desire for violence. Simmering, unbridled wrath boiled up inside her, at odds with the numbing cold. She wanted to smash this stupid fucking block and kick every single goon in the balls ‘til they turned the purple. How dare they do this, how dare they expose her body like this! What sick bastard would create a scenario this cruel?!

Asterius, as if answering, parted his underlings, though encouraged them to keep enjoying her. Like she was an object, a display piece. He licked his lips and eyed her up and down before letting loose his own taunt.

“Aww, what’s the matter popsicle? Trying to break free? Too weak to get out?” She heard bassily through the solid ice, just about able to make out the devastating words through the thick ice.

She wanted to kill him. Right now.

“Ghhh…. Chhhr…… gfrrghh..” she couldn’t even form words with the ice numbly pressing her throat from all sides. Not that he could hear her. She strained once more, channeling all her fury into her muscles, straining as hard against the complete and utter hold of the ice as she possibly could. But she couldn’t even move an inch. The bull continued ranting and raving, spreading his arms wide as she simmered in her frozen tomb.
If only she’d been just a tiny bit faster…

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Three weeks later, Asterius was sitting with his feet up on his new table. The surface was freezing, of course, but a bull like him didn’t care. The ice wouldn’t melt without another jolt of electricity, so the mad hare had said, so it was perfectly safe to place his things on. Paper, pens, the usual stuff. Except every now and again, he’d look past and see his arch nemesis and her frosted nipples, full bounteous tits, and muscular sexy stomach on full display. He’d slide a paper out of the way and see her pussy speared open by unmelting ice. Frozen in time. Penetrated forever. The novelty of having his arch nemesis on full exposed display as a piece of his furniture was absolutely worth the minor discomfort of a bit of cold when he filled out the paperwork.

It was wondrous stuff that mad rabbit had developed, this unmelting flash-freeze ice. He’d have to try it on a few more superheroes when another was stupid enough to sniff around. Asterius’s cruel eyes looked down at the beauty safely captured within. He loved it when his business partners first saw the face-up bitch frozen in space. They’d always ogle her for a bit, and he knew she’d fucking hate that. She’d stare up at them, exposed as always, stuck in the same pose she’d been in the entire time. Glaring angrily. Stuck.

Right now, her eyes, those windows to the soul and the one part of her that could move freely, were glaring at him with an intensity that only intensified the erection he held in his paw. He grinned:

“Mmm, hope you enjoyed last night by the way. You know I can’t resist breaking a few whores over you.” He watched every sinew and muscle of that stupid super slut straining with anger. He could see her eyebrows twitch just slightly, her fur shift almost imperceptibly. All the tiny tells he’d gotten used to. All the small details that told him she was furious. She was usually furious. But she couldn’t do shit about it. His cock throbbed harder at the thought.

“I was thinking I might flip you the other way soon. Let all my many many business partners see your better side. Right now nobody can see just how fat that ass of yours is. It’d give a better view of just how nice and stretched your holes are too. Besides...” He continued stroking. Nice firm grip, up and down, relishing the precum that dribbled over his clenched fist, “Seeing me stroke a nice juicy dick like this all the time must be torture, for a super slut like you. You’ve probably cum just thinking about it.” He leaned back, closing his eyes and jerking faster as he thought about the amazing ball-slapping sex he’d had assfucking a whore just last night. Bending an expensive prostitute over his ice desk, slamming her until he was nice and satisfied… his cum dripping down onto the frosty counter-top. The super slut’s glare had been on him the whole time. Oh gods. He jerked faster as the thought tipped him over the edge.

Asterius spread his legs, and spurted fresh loads over his ice table, his cum shooting out in thick strands that splattered over his arch nemesis and froze, like cream over gelato. The slut inside looked away for a moment. Was she embarrassed? Horny? Who could say. Who cared. It was gonna be a real shame when he finally got around to reporting that he’d captured her. That was their agreement, but he knew Augustus would want her shipped off for experimentation immediately. He’d lose his favorite audience member for all the business dealings, all the jerk-off sessions, all the whores.

So hey, what was the rush? Super bitch wasn’t going anywhere, and he had all the time in the world.[/section]

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