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On Ice

She should have known she was in over her head when she heard them talking at the bar. How had she ever let her friend talk her into this being a good idea?

"Who's turn is it tae break in the newbie tonight?"

"Ahhhh, I think its Tig's."

"Shit! They never come back after he's had first dibs."

"'Member that one he made bark like a dog all night?"

"What about the one that nearly suffocated under that plastic bag."

"Or the one that ended up in the ER with a phone up her ass?"

"Fuck! Might as well kiss this sweet piece of ass goodbye now."

"Oi! Tig! Newbie's yours tonight."

"Really?!"

Those ice blue eyes had lit up with excitement and locked onto her as a wide smile of childlike glee spread over his face. She'd known she was in a world of shit.

Of course, Sally knew really how Megan had talked her into this. Andy had turned into the stalker dickhead of the century, not taking 'no' for an answer, cranked out of his head half the time. She wasn't sticking around for more black eyes and bruised ribs. With no family to keep her safe, Megan had said the best place for her was Teller-Morrow. In return for the use of her body, the boys would look out for her. Sally knew what the Sons were about. She'd grown up in Charming. She'd been one of those girls who watched Jax Teller ride past on his Harley with a dry mouth and wet panties.

She was under no illusions. She'd never believed in that "my body is a gift" bullshit. She'd never waited around for the perfect man, the first love. It was all just sex, just sensations. Mutual satisfaction. Sure, loving was good, could be fantastic, but she hadn't had much of that. What she enjoyed was the feel of skin on skin, the teeth, the chance to use her nails to make someone groan. That feeling, that for that slice of time you're the only two people in the whole world. She thought she might be addicted to the feeling of achievement that came from getting a reaction from her lover; when you tried something new and it worked, something new to them anyway. Before Andy, she'd enjoyed the thrill of finding out what the new body in her bed could do to her, but Andy had taught her to be more cautious.

Tig had asked her to wait by the bar. He'd warned her not to move and not to speak to any of his brothers. Now here she was in the bathroom attached to his dorm room dressed in a tight pink vest top, acid wash denim mini and white high-heeled knee boots, staring at a bath full of ice and water.

Megan had warned her that it was a really bad idea to question the men's motives for anything, but this seemed like an extreme situation. "What...? Who...? Why...?" She stuttered.

Tig chuckled. Ahhhhh, it was so much fun when they got all speechless.

"It's for you doll. Dive in. I've even added bubbles."

Sally turned back to the bathtub and noticed the bizarre clouds of foam rapidly dissipating on top of the bobbing ice cubes.

She turned back to Tig and saw a flash of annoyance cross his face. He was stood between her and the door to the small room. There was only one way to go, and it wasn't out. She took a deep breath as she started to strip. Really, how bad could it be? It was just going to be a little chilly. That was all, just like a cold shower. It'd be good for the pores and all that bullshit, make her hair nice and shiny. She stepped out of her skirt and dropped it with her boots and top as she started to peel off her underwear. Fuck knows what he was playing at. Did he get off on shivering or some shit like that? It'd be just like getting in the ocean in winter. Just get in real quick, step in, get submerged immediately and you won't even feel it. Of course, that works better if you start swimming straight away too, but really, how bad can it be...?

Holy fucking cow it can be that bad! This is fucking, fucking freezing!

Sally had stepped into the bath and tried to sit down, but the bite of the ice on her feet and calves alone had stolen her breath and sent her shooting straight upright again. She felt his hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down.

"All the way in doll."

She thought about fighting, just getting out of the bath anyway and making a run for it, but she couldn't feel her feet for a start. Then she saw his free hand clench and unclench. Her stomach turned, she recognised that unconscious motion. The familiar sinking feeling returned. If it was a choice between getting in the ice bath and a trip to the ER bruised and bleeding she'd take the ice bath. Warming up again would be a damn sight quicker and easier than healing stitches.

Sally took a deep breath and sank down into the water, immediately submerging her shoulders before the shivering made it impossible for her to move her limbs. The cold gripped her lungs, her brain screaming that she needed to get out fast. She wasn't sure if he wanted her to submerge her head, but she'd be damned if she was going to do that voluntarily, he'd have to push her down if he wanted that.

He dropped into a crouch by the side of the bath, leaning his forearms on the edge of the tub and resting his chin on the back of his folded hands.

"That's right darlin'. Don't worry, just need to lower your body temp for what I have in mind. Frostbite shouldn't be a problem...I don't think."

He twisted one wrist so that he could glance at his watch. "First two minutes are the worst doll. You're nearly there." He crooned. He looked back at her. "Keep breathing, nice even breaths now. You hyperventilate you'll pass out."

Sally tried to count the span of her breaths, seven in, eleven out, seven in, eleven out. She realised that she couldn't feel any of her body, at all. How much longer was she going to have to stay in here? How in the hell was she going to get out?

Tig pushed himself up from the side of the bath and went into the bedroom. Sally couldn't have called after him if she'd tried, she was too intent on keeping her breathing steady and even through her clenched teeth. The sharp cold of the water had given way to a blunt burning sensation, but now that had faded, she was completely numb from the neck down. When she looked at her body she was horrified to see the bright red colour of her skin. You would think she'd been dipped in boiling water instead. She remembered the old quip about frog soup: drop a frog in boiling water and it jumps straight out; drop it in warm water and slowly heat it up and it'll quite happily boil to death. A fucking frog was smarter than she was.

She could hear him moving around, but couldn't figure out what he might be doing. She heard drawers opening and closing. By the time he came back in, wearing only his jeans and carrying a stack of towels, she'd found she could breath steadily again without having to concentrate on it. Although that worried her, did that mean she was dying? Was she going into shock? He looked at his watch again.

"Ten minutes darlin'. You're cooked." He picked up a towel from the top of the stack and shook it out onto the floor in front of the tub. "Careful now baby. You ain't gonna be able to use those pretty legs."

Tig leaned down and hooked one arm under hers, around her back. He slid the other into the water, gritting his teeth at the bite of the water. Fuck but the girls that stayed in the water were either retarded or had balls of steel. No way would he have gotten in. He figured all that ice would probably turn his crown jewels into a vagina in seconds. He kept trying this; kept trying to capture the high he was after, kept chasing the rush. It was an elusive utopia. He got some opportunities through Skeeter, but he wasn't always sure that the chubby bastard hadn't been there first, or at the very least wasn't watching from a hole somewhere. The morgue was better, more private, but far harder to access.

Tig lifted her, hefting her in his arms as he lifted her over the side of the bath before placing her on the towel on the floor. She supposed he must be strong to be able to pick her up like that, but she couldn't feel her skin and was struggling to comprehend much other than the relief of being out of that tub. He grabbed another towel from the stack and briefly dried her skin before picking her back up and walking into the bedroom, dropping her gently into the centre of the bed.

She was shivering so hard she could barely keep track of what he was doing, but she wasn't shivering so hard that she didn't register him stripping out of his jeans. Jesus what sort of fucked up twisted shit was this? Could this guy not get it up for your average, room temperature girls or something?

Knowing that there was no way she was going to be ready for him, and unwilling to waste the precious time that her body would be this cool on foreplay, Tig reached for the bottle of lube he'd thoughtfully placed in readiness by the bed along with a condom. Squirting a generous amount into his palm he quickly massaged it over his stiff, latex covered cock before transferring some of the gel to the shivering girl on the bed. He hadn't bothered to ask what her name was, probably wouldn't bother at all.

Sally was freaked out, but quite frankly too glad to be out of the water and too grateful for the contact of the warm body over her to be appropriately pissed off. She remembered why she was there, what she was running from. She thought about the deal she'd made by coming here this night, what she was agreeing to. If all the Sons were as warped as this one, she was sure she'd have heard about it before now. Seemed like she just had piss poor luck for her first night. Seemed like he did to, there wasn't going to be much that she could do in the way of responding to him given the uncontrollable tremors shaking through her limbs.

Tig sank into the body beneath him. He relished the feel of the cold skin, even inside she was cool. He held himself still, savouring the sensation, knowing it wouldn't last much longer once he started to move. With a long sigh, he pulled himself out of her body, thrusting back in again to the hilt almost as soon as he was clear. One big advantage of doing this was that the girls always lost the ability to talk, making the experience quiet and peaceful, although it never quite compared to the experience of fucking a true corpse. He never quiet attained that moment of tranquil bliss. That was due to the big downside of doing it this way, the fucking shivering.

Tig kept going, speeding up, pumping hard and fast, needing to finish before she warmed up, certainly wanting to finish before she recovered the power of speech. It didn't take long. He came with a hoarse yell. He pulled out straight away, flopping onto the bed on his back and immediately reaching for his cigarettes and lighter.

"Oh well baby, always worth a try. Now get your shit and get out." His voice turned harsh at the last.

Sally sat up, still barely able to move past the trembling in her arms and legs, but she wasn't sticking around this freak if she didn't have to. She dived into the bathroom, pulling on as much of her clothing as possible in double-quick time. She grabbed her boots and half ran through the bedroom, leaving him lay on the bed smoking as she let herself out into the corridor. Once outside she leant back against the wall, leaning her head against the plasterboard, staring at the ceiling.

Could she do this, stick around if this was what she was expected to do? She remembered the last time she'd seen Andy, remembered the anger distorting his features, like a demon had taken over him and filled him up from the inside. She remembered the feel of his fist connecting with her cheek, the pain, the way her vision had gone black. She remembered the feel of him pushing into her, regardless of whether she was ready, whether she was screaming for him to stop. She remembered the fire, the burning flames that ate her from the inside out. She turned her head slightly to look at door she'd just run through. That guy might be wrong in the head, but he hadn't been cruel, in fact he'd taken at least a little effort to ensure her comfort. Now the shivering was subsiding she realised she wasn't hurt at all. Yeah, she could do this, she was gonna stay.