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The human body goes through varying stages when it is exposed to extreme cold.
First there's the initial wave of cool against the warm blooded skin, typically causing a goosebump effect. When it’s brief there’s only a bit of discomfort, like opening the front door to a heated house on a winter day. If left in the cold for too long, that prickling feeling goes from external to internal. The cold will seep into the tissue and through your bones, so deep that you can’t imagine ever escaping it.
Cold is a strange sort of pain. It works slow and can be relentless in its torture. You can tell that your brain was trying to trick you into feeling otherwise, but there was no use. It had penetrated within every layer that you felt like your organs might freeze over before your awareness would shut off. The feeling was already lost in your fingers and the tip of your nose, your toes not too far off.
The only part of you that was staying relatively warm was also the only part of you covered in fabric. There was a dense cloth bunched up in your mouth that had been roughly tied off on the back of your head. The gag was thick enough to keep the top row of your teeth separated from the bottom, no matter how hard you bit down on it. Every heaving breath caused what little bit of warmth that was left in your lungs to spread across the cloth and up the sides of your face. Technically your wrists were clothed too, but they had all but lost feeling from being strung up so high above your head that your toes were just barely touching the ground below. Though your limbs were stretched, the cloth at least protected you from the giant metal hook that your restraints were tied to. Without the barrier the fabric made from your delicate skin to the chilled metal, the veins that supplied blood to your hands would’ve freezed over by now. The restraints on your wrists seemed to be made of the same material as the one around your head. Some kind of cheese cloth? The hook was bigger than your head, with a deep U shape curve that's blade pointed towards the ceiling. Whoever must’ve strung you up like this must’ve accounted for the possibility of you using the hook to tear the cloth apart. Even if your joints weren’t freezing over, there was no way you could jump or swing high enough to free yourself.
The AC units were making a persistent whirring noise as they filled the walk-in freezer with a cool fog. You had a feeling this room was much bigger than the eye could see, the fog hiding its true depths. The only other things you could see around you were identical hooks strung from the ceiling, some of them holding racks of meat that were nearly as big as you. There was something eerie about being the only living thing in this too silent space.
Then a heavy metal door could be heard opening from somewhere in the distance, too far to tell from which direction. Before it seemed to shut on its own accord, you could hear footsteps that were getting closer. You whipped your head from side to side but by the time you realized they were coming from behind you, the panic had already set in. No matter how much you shifted and thrashed about, the hook kept you stubbornly in place. Panting against the cloth, you looked back to try seeing who the culprit was, but they still seemed to be hiding in the mist. With their walking ceased, you could almost imagine that they weren’t there. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth, especially when a hand reached out and gripped the back of your neck.
Your body froze in a different way. The hand was so big that the pulse points on either side of your neck could feel the pressure of calloused fingers tighten against them. The gag stifled your cry as you tried to lean away from the grasp, but your head ended up being tugged the opposite way till you were looking up, between your arms towards the ceiling. And the hook.
“I’m glad you’re still alive,” came a husky mans voice. Even if you could turn your head far enough around to see him, he was pressed up so closely from behind that your head was forced to rest on his broad shoulder. His hand snaked to the front of your throat, holding it down with enough force to still be threatening despite him allowing you to continue breathing. You were consciously aware of the fact that your nude form was pressing up against him, but didn’t find yourself fighting back for the simple fact that his body heat was supplementing your lack of clothes. In that way, he was doing you a favor.
You couldn’t turn your head far, but you could see tufts of blonde hair through your peripheral. From what you could feel, everything about him nearly doubled in size compared to you, including the arm that raised up to where your hands were tied. A rush of fear came over you when you saw his free hand holding up a shining butcher's knife. The sound of clanking metal could be heard as the blade made contact with the chain of the hook. He seemed to be toying with you with how he ran one corner of the blade down the chain towards your hands, its sharp point repeatedly dipping into the hollow center of the links over and over. It was too rhythmic and slow to be anything but a thinly veiled threat. You began to use his body for leverage to kick yourself away from him, but he caught on quick enough to bring the hand from around your throat down to your hips while the knife hovered a hairs length away from your gag. Tears were welling in the corners of your eyes as you breathed heavily through your stuffed nose, trying not to accidentally cut yourself on the razor thin blade. You thought you might black out in fear as you heard the sound of the threads to the cloth snap and fray apart as he ran the blade in a horizontal strike over your lips. It happened so quickly that you were almost surprised to still be alive. As the blade disappeared from your sight, you realized then that he had cut into the cloth just enough to allow for a bit more air to pass through.
“I don’t need you passing out on me just yet.”
You could feel stubble against your cheek as he spoke. He ended that with a rough tug of your hips so you were pressed flush against him. With his hand no longer on your neck, you could’ve looked down. But you were in fear of knowing who and what you were really dealing with when you could already feel so much. His chest was so broad it took up the entire expanse of your back and then some. His one hand strung over your hips like a seat belt kept you locked so tightly in place you didn’t bother trying to fight back with your only defense left, your legs. Instead they hung over his, your bare feet gripping what felt like the tops of leather work boots. There was a similar leather texture separating your skin from his, and by the way his arms were bare you could only assume he was wearing a leather apron.
Did he work here? Did he own this place? Would anyone be able to find you?
A shift in the fabric over his body brought your attention to below your waist, where you could feel something hard pressed against your behind. You gasped just as he brought the dull side of the blade up to glide against the underside of your boob. It caused your nipples to harden even more than previously, which didn’t go unnoticed by him. He huffed a laugh before he said, “For someone who doesn’t have many options, you sure seem like you want to be here.”
You shook your head frantically, desperate to communicate with him how badly you wanted to be freed from this frozen hell. He didn’t acknowledge your response at all, instead dragging the flat side of the knife down your abdomen and hips. The blade was dancing close to your skin but was only grazing over your dips and curves. Still it made your voice ring out as far as it could go against your spit soaked gag. He ignored it all the same as his free hand went down to cup the back of your knee, lifting it up to nearly chest level as you balanced your other foot on his boot.
“Don’t bullshit me,” his second word was punctuated by a fist suddenly connecting to your mound, the end of the silicone wrapped handle to the knife pressed between your folds. How he was able to do that so quickly without causing you any real harm was beyond you. That was the only positive thing you could find, because now he continued his torture by moving the handle in languid patterns over your clit. For as good as it felt, it couldn’t fully distract you from the fact that the blade was still dancing dangerously close to your skin, the bottom edge of the blade poking dangerously close to the skin of your upper thighs. The frigid air made you want to close your legs, but his motions were making you do the opposite. It was like there was no wrong way to touch you because everything he did to you made your body more heated.
Too soon, he pulled the handle away from your sex and held it up in front of your face. From this up close you could see the part of the handle he had used on you was coated in your juices, causing your eyes to widen from shock. The way he was holding the rest of the handle was like he was about to stab you in the chest like a slasher ready to cut into his victim. You stifle a cry as he said with a soft chuckle, “I knew you were lying.”
You felt his feet step out from under yours, the sudden loss in contact making your nerves reignite in fear as he finally stepped in front of you. He stood tall, deep set eyes gazing upon your disheveled face almost in indifference. He was wearing even less than you assumed, his attire only consisting of a calf length brown leather apron and boots in a similar material. He was bare at the hips. His sandy blonde hair was surprisingly neat and he was clean shaven despite the bit of facial hair he had. Of all the things you thought this man could be, you didn’t expect for him to be… handsome. Despite that, he was still scary. Scary in a stranger you run into in the middle of the woods kind of way. But in that scenario, the two of you had already skipped a few steps and now you were at the part where this deranged man was going to torture you and kill you. If you’re lucky.
His eyes raked over your nude form slowly, and you watched as his free hand slipped beneath his apron absently. Though you couldn’t see what was going on fully, it was easy to tell that he was stroking himself. Your eyes watched the leather cover move, and drew towards his face when he brought the soaked handle of the knife to his lips. You watched in awe as he put it in his mouth and sucked your arousal off of it. He groaned at the taste and started to stroke himself faster because of it, making your pussy pulse in waves. He shouldn’t be having this effect on you.
You heard the sound of the knife clattering to the ground once he threw it off somewhere in the distance. By the time your mind was catching up to what was happening, he was already loosening the tie to his apron around his waist and pulling it over his head. His body was in full view and past the patch of fair colored chest hair and rippling muscles, your eyes landed on his raging erection. His cock was pressing against his stomach, hard and intimidating in size. In spite of that, you couldn’t help but to think it was angled perfectly for him to take you as you were right now. He seemed to share the same sentiment with the way he pulled you in to start wrapping your legs around his hips. Your heart was still racing, but his body heat was more than enough reason for you to lock your ankles behind him as you pressed your chest to his. He chuckled to himself as he looked down between your bodies, finding your eagerness cute despite the circumstance.
Quickly getting back into character, he gripped your hips tightly as he angled his own so that the tip of his cock was pressed against your entrance. Your breath hitched in your throat as he let gravity do most of the work, sinking you down onto him to the hilt. You were wet but the stretch was still more than you anticipated. But between the warmth of your connected bodies and most of your weight being taken off your sore arms, this was the best you’ve felt since you’ve been here. Your mouth was still gagged, but even that wasn’t enough to silence your moans as the man before you started to fuck into you violently. His almost lighthearted manner from before was thrown out in favor of the look on his face now, which was feral and purely lust driven. You were his prize to claim and he made sure you knew that by the way his fingers left bruising marks on your hips. He was using your suspension to leverage your body at his will, his exhales were visible in the frigid air. Meeting your hips at a grueling pace, his brows were furrowed and stress lines formed on his forehead. You were wholly unaware what for, but the man was fighting an internal battle to not cum. Between your watery eyes and moving breasts, he couldn’t get over how good his prey looked like this.
And your pussy was so warm around his cock. It was selfish since you were the one forced here against your will, but he needed more of your warmth just as much as you needed his. That's why he decided to pull off your gag, the cloth hanging from your throat. Your head fell forward as you gulped in freezing air into your tight lungs, but that couldn’t drown out the obscene slapping sounds your hips were making. As your legs swung uselessly on either side of him, you could see from this angle the sticky ring you left on the base of his cock. As his pace picked up, your clit was rubbing against his pubes, which were a bit darker than his head hair. Though he still had all the control, you moved your hips in time to garner more traction to your swollen bud.
“You’re liking this a little too much.”
You looked up to see him watching your face intently, a mixture of amusement and disdain on his face. It was like he was disgusted by how much you were enjoying this, but couldn’t bring himself to chastise you when you felt this good. Maybe you should’ve felt a little ashamed, but there was only a sense of loss when he pulled out of you. He stepped back to look at your disheveled form, still suspended and breathing rapidly. It made you feel small and weak.
“I want to hear you screaming for help,” he said, narrowed eyes still on you as he started to walk behind you. Soon you couldn’t see him any longer no matter how far you turned your head back, but his presence was known when he grabbed your hips, pulling them back till your feet were no longer touching the ground.
“Not that anyone will hear you.”
In one fell swoop, he was back inside you. The restraints tugged against the hook, causing the chain to make a creaking sound as he pulled you back with every thrust. His pelvis smacked brutally against your backside, causing an audible clapping sound that made your cheeks heat up. You were somewhat grateful he wasn’t facing you since that meant he couldn’t see the look on your face, or how it quickly melted into one of dumb pleasure. From this angle he was somehow so much deeper inside you, the tip of his fat cock hitting your most sensitive spot before reaching the cervix. With the cold numbing nearly every other part of you, it felt like all your nerves were gathered in one spot and this man was hitting every last one of them. It made your tongue lull out of your mouth as your toes curled in pleasure right above his ankles. You were willing to give any last bit of dignity you had left if it meant he wouldn’t stop, and he seemed willing with the way his eyes couldn’t tear away from your blooming ass.
He did pause only momentarily to wrap one arm around your hips as he leaned in against you, freeing up one of his hands. He brought it down hard on one side of your ass, leaving behind a stinging pain that wasn’t entirely unwelcome. He spoke against one of your shoulder blades, “I thought I told you to scream.”
He pivoted his hips up into you while also using the hand on your hips to pull you back, effectively using you like a fuck doll. His hand continued to smack your ass, sometimes switching to the other cheek or down your thigh. It was painful, yes. But all the blood rushing to those patches of tender skin heated up against the cold in the most delightful way. It made more blood gather in your core as well, which was evident when a calloused hand reached around to start running rough circles over your clit. That was when you could be heard, no longer able to filter yourself as your body racked in deep pleasure.
The man behind you gritted his teeth, too focused on your pleasure to consider that he might cum before you. That was a concern earlier, but now he wasn’t so certain. Your body was doing its best to pull it out of him, but it was simply too cold. Frankly, he was surprised that his balls hadn’t frozen over by now. But through the discomfort, your velvety pussy was wrapping his cock in the tightest hug, making it impossible for him to pull out until you were finished. He could sense you were getting close, your sounds becoming more ragged and desperate. They sounded so sweet against his ears amongst the other noises, like the sounds of your bodies disconnecting and reconnecting over and over. It only took a few more rough strokes of his fingers over your nub till the misted room turned completely white before your eyelids fluttered shut. You couldn’t register what you sounded or looked like, just letting yourself fall from grace at his hands. He worked you through it every step of the way, until you were pulsing with oversensitivity. When your joints started to relax and you were letting out soft whimpers, that’s when he slowed his pace to pull out of you. He hissed at the feeling of the cold air touching his wet cock, but made quick work of setting you free after working you down from your high. He littered kisses on your back and up your arms as one hand wrapped around your waist while the other easily tugged your restraint free. Blood was immediately rushing back to your arms as they fell heavily to your sides, and you were glad he was holding you in place since your weakened body couldn’t hold itself up.
You were still so numb that you hardly felt yourself being cradled in the man's arms, only realizing it when a heavy door could be heard opening and a rush of air loomed over your senses. It wasn’t warm by any means, but it was remarkably more tame than where you were. The rest you vaguely registered, like the man hoisting you up even higher in his embrace as he started to carry you up a flight of stairs. Or when he brought you into a wide bathroom where he carefully lowered you down, still keeping you close to his side as he kicked off his boots and turned on the shower faucet. It only took a few seconds before steaming water was fogging up the glass walls, and he pulled the door back to guide you both in. The warm droplets over your skin felt like nothing before, and your head fell back to allow them to run down your face and neck. He let you indulge yourself, still holding you up until your senses slowly came back to you and you were eventually able to stand on your own. By then he had already reached for some soap to lather over you and himself. You watched his large hands work over your body and his, still a bit too dazed to muster up anything but a lopsided smile. When he noticed, he couldn’t help but to raise a brow and say, “I can’t believe you’re smiling right now.”
“I can,” you grinned up at him while looping your arms lazily around his neck. His hands fell to your hips once again, but this time they were entirely too gentle. You wouldn’t be surprised if this was how he'd be handling you for the next week. You always had to remind him that he could be rougher with you.
Remembering something, your lips pulled into a pout as you said, “You didn’t get to cum, baby.”
“I know, babe. Trust me, it wasn’t you. It was just too damn cold.”
He gave you an assuring kiss on the forehead, but that still wasn’t enough for you. Though your arms still ache severely, you ran a hand down his wet abs till your fingertips were grazing over his pubes. He rolled his eyes before gently pushing it away to say, “Let’s worry about any potential hypothermia before we pick back up on anything.”
By the time he was done washing you up, you were already feeling mostly normal despite the aching muscles. When he shut the water off and opened the door, you did shiver at the cool air against your soaked skin, but that was nothing compared to the elements you were in not too long ago. The both of you dried off and wasted no time hopping in under the sheets, grateful you decided to lay out the thick comforter before going on this little sex venture.
It wasn’t until after you moved in with him that you brought up this idea to him. Of course he was hesitant at first, and you didn’t blame him considering this was his livelihood. He was the sole owner of the shop and the two of you waited till after hours, long after the shop was closed, to do this. So it wasn’t like anyone was going to walk in on their local butcher fucking a woman hanging off a hook. But there were still several other concerns that needed to be talked through before you could convince him to go through with it. Though neither of you had touched them, he still wasn’t sure if he should sell that meat that was hung near you. But either than that, he couldn’t say he regretted the experience. Not with the way you were cuddling up to him so closely now.
He thought you might’ve fallen asleep by now, but was caught off guard when a soft hand went down to cup him gently. He was still half mast, and you were determined to look past your own discomfort to get him hard again. You were truly insatiable.
That's why it wasn’t all that surprising to him that he ended up on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he grinded himself flush against your sex. He knew that you weren’t trying to get anything out of this, but he still made sure to grind his pelvis against your clit with every languid thrust. After a while his pace picked up and the two of you were exchanging each others breaths till his went rigid and his hips stilled while sheathed deep inside of you. You gasped at the feeling of him spilling inside of you, which you swore you could feel more. You didn’t bother getting up at first, letting your head fall back against the pillow as his warm load seeped inside of you. Looking at your fucked out face, he shook his head in disbelief. If devils wore disguises, he thought of how you might be leading him down a dark path. But this devil in particular wore too pretty of a face - especially at times like this - that he found himself too weak willed to deny you anything less than whatever debauched idea ran through your mind. He just hoped the next one didn’t involve him freezing his balls off next time.