A cool breeze was caressing her inner thighs. Slowly it slithered up to her groin. Joanne woke up. It wasn't a dream. The cool wind was somehow drawing circles around her labia. She tried to complain but muffled sounds filled the room, instead of words. A piece of cloth was stuffed in her mouth, held in place by a wooden bit gag, the straps of leather tightly buckled on her nape. Nothing covered her eyes and yet she couldn't see a damn thing. The lights were off.

-Wake up.- The circles shrunk and moved towards her clit. Joanne didn't need more clues to deduce that it was actually Marmara's finger teasing her.

-Mmmmph?

-I have a task for you. The key to your chains is somewhere in the apartment. Go find it.

-Mmmmph!

-No more complaints, young lady. Do it!

When she tried to move she felt the full might of her distress. Two heavy iron cuffs encircled her wrists. The short chain between them was padlocked to a ring in the back of a thick collar around her neck. Another chain made a loop around her waist, under her nightgown. Next to her spine she could feel the heavy padlock that joined one of its ends to another link. The two heavy iron cuffs around her ankles were padlocked to the other end of the chain. Her heels could almost touch her buttocks. Her posture wasn't comfortable. She didn't know for how long had she been tied like that but she would start to get cramps sooner than later.

Find the key then, she thought. And quickly. First step, orienting herself. She chose a random direction, to the front, until she came upon something that she could recognize. Her feet couldn't possibly touch the floor, so she had to rely on the strength of her knees, but there wasn't much room for movement either and the progress was very slow. As a side effect the neckline of her nightgown slid down and the upper half of her breasts would be rubbing the cold floor. That helped her notice that her torso was laying on a carpet. Specifically the carpet in the middle of her living room. Success, she knew where she was.

The muscles of her thighs and calves started to hurt. She faced a dilemma. The most logical option would be to do a spiral pattern. Meaning going in circles moving away from the carpet. The second option would be to go find a wall and do an inverted spiral from there. But there was a big risk of getting disoriented in that absolute darkness, and she would have to start over.

-Mmmph? Mmmph!- She tried to ask for help.

-Yeeeeah...?

-Mmmph!

-Do you need help?- Marmara had realized her mistake. The game had to go much faster or Joanne would be too late to enjoy, or rather suffer, the most challenging part.- Ok, a tip. Think of something cold. Arctic.

Something cold, Joanne thought. The window? No, arctic. Very cold. The fridge. To go faster and put an end to the fucking game quickly, she added the strength of her shoulders and chest, to that of her knees. Her hands were between her shoulder blades and her elbows couldn't provide help.

First, she advanced towards the middle of the carpet, there she found the low table were she used to rest her feet when she watched a TV. From there she looked for the couch. It wasn't in front so, to spare herself the effort of turning around, she advanced backwards. That made the nightgown roll up. When her groin touched for the first time the fabric of the carpet she realized that she wasn't wearing the chastity belt. She had been so focused on the most pressing matters that she hadn't seen such an important detail.

Finally she found the couch, and with that she knew exactly where she was. The way to the door took much time. The nightgown quickly rolled down. So much that a breast popped out and she had to go all the way rubbing it against the cold floor. Clean, fortunately.

After a short while her head bumped into the wall. That hurt a bit but also gave her an idea. Through great effort, waning determination and outright desperation, she managed to spin around using the wall as support. Her weight would rest over her hands and feet, but with her elbows and knees she would advance faster.

She followed the wall until she reached the door of the kitchen. Her knees went in front in case she was to hit something else. Her nightgown rode up again, but didn't cover her mistreated breast. Passing through the door, she followed the inner walls of the kitchen. The bad luck led her to dodge the leg of a chair in a way that her knees didn't find it and it hit straight on her expused pussy. She cursed through her gag. She went backwards, and then resumed her path trying to avoid the chair.

At last she reached the fridge. She guessed that she would have to open it so she positioned herself in front. Instead her left elbow bumped into something that rolled away about a feet. She went after the object, which was easy because it was leaving some kind of slippery fluid on the floor. When she found it again she probed with her elbow until she deduced what was it.

It was some kind of hard material, perhaps stone or metal, with the shape of a big bullet. Surprisingly it was very cold. More surprisingly it was covered by a thin layer of some sort of plastic material, in turn coated in some slippery substance. Joanne was stunned. That wasn't a key. Perhaps the fridge was not the goal. But she couldn't think of anything colder than that.

-Mmmph?- She asked for another tip.

-What? You've found it.

-Mmmph! Mmmph!

-Ok, another tip. Let's think...- Marmara found a poetic way to explain it.- I was so angry. Alone in that cage, for centuries. My heart was cold and dead. I thought that I wouldn't be able to love any human being ever again. Or even love myself. And then you came. And we...- She was about to cry, but she literally had no tears.- We became friends. We started to play these sexual games. And I guess... It's as if we were lovers. Or maybe not, I don't know. The point is that you have to use love to melt an organ and find the truth below.

“Use love to melt an organ and find the truth below”. Joanne went over that sentence in her head again and again. Then she found out. Not a bullet, a dildo. Not stone, ice. An ice dildo, inside a condom. No, several condoms.

-Mmmph, mph m mmph!

-Do you remember when I said “let's discuss the limits”, and you said “no, I want you to surprise me”. Well, surprise! Enjoy, you horny..., unique beautiful creature.

So using love. An idea popped out in her mind. First she used a cabinet, next to the fridge, to help her spin around again. Then she carried the dildo, pushing with her forehead, to the chair with which she had clashed earlier. It took several minutes to place the base of the dildo, in contact with the leg of the chair. Then she turned around and aligned her pussy with the tip of the dildo. Very carefully she advanced backwards slowly inserting the dildo in her pussy until it was completely inside and her mound touched the wood of the chair's leg. Soon she realized her mistake.

-Mmmph! Mmmmmmph!- Joanne yelled.

-What!? What's happening?- Marmara couldn't see in pitch dark and didn't know what Joanne was doing. She had been just following the noises such as Joanne's breathing and the rattle of the chains.

-Mmmmph!

Getting more worried by the second she picked the only option at her disposal. She entered Joanne's body to see her thoughts. That's when she got acquainted with a new kind of pain. An icy dildo buried in her pussy. She left Joanne's body immediately.

-Why did you do that!? Are you nuts!?

-Mmmmph!

-What!? You were supposed to use your hands! Your hands!- Joanne might be scared and in pain, but Marmara, in addition to the guilt for starting that game, was scared too.

-Mmmmph!

-I don't know! Push! Like having a baby or whatever!- No more games in a couple of weeks, Marmara decided.