Breaking The Ice Princess (starring Hayden Panettiere)

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Disclaimer : This story is restricted to readers aged 18+, if you're not please go away and come back when you're older!. This story is fictional, all characters are 18+ and totally fictional, all events occur in a fictional universe. None of this is real! Everything is intended for satirical purposes. The world of MOPH is an alternative version of our world. It is home to the mysterious Raptor Corp, a world-wide agency that specializes in exclusive white slavery.

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Breaking The Ice Princess (starring Hayden Panettiere)

Codes: MMM+F, nc, rape, anal, viol, tort (!!!), extreme

Moscow, 2008

Normally on a warm spring night, the suburban ice rinks of Moscow are teeming with skaters. But on this night the Phorski, one of the most elite rinks, had been closed for an exclusive client - Gennifer Hardwood.

Alone on the giant rink Gen savored her solitude. She had wielded a fair amount of her considerable fortune and influence to get the place for herself - not to mention the ordeal of having to send her cow of a mother/trainer home for the night. It was the final week of the World Figure Skating championships, and as one of the top contenders she needed the private practice. The petite 19-year-old Texan was America's best hope at the competition. With her trademark efficiency she had seen off almost all comers over the past week, and was tipped to win.

The sporting press had a few names for Gen. One was "Ice Princess". While her haughty demeanor and notorious diva behavior had more than earned her the name, she hated it. Although the princess part, she had to admit, wasn't so bad. It was also much better than the other name - "Hardbody" - another well-earned title but one she loathed violently. The last media creep to use it in her presence had tasted the sharp right hook she used to keep such lowlifes at length. She had punched out more than a few creeps in her time.

That same body - a source of great pride to her - had got her to this comp anyway, in more ways than one. As she spun herself herself across the ice she reflected on the magazine shoot that won her so many sponsors. All she had to do was show off her toned, scantily-clad, five-foot frame in a glossy spread, and her money problems were solved. Her mother had protested, but Gen had nearly managed to pry that interfering presence from her life. Some called her a whore - well the fat failures did anyway, she thought, smiling smugly to herself. Not her fault she was beautiful and talented. She could have easily become a successful model or actress, as an athlete.

With a life sacrificed to sport, and a heart as cold as the ice under her, Gen had never had time for friends or boys. She was still a virgin, and intended to remain so until she retired in a few years. Then with a huge fortune and total freedom, she could pick and choose a suitable husband - and surrender herself in a sweet moment of perfection. She despised those sluts who slept around everywhere. Besides, she had learned to grind her well-trained, powerful thighs in such a way that she needed no man for pleasure. She had loved to do it back in school, and make some seedy male teacher sweat as she got off in front of him. The feeling of power was incredible. She reveled in the control she had over her life, her body - and men.

The ice hissed as she slid swiftly across it. She was wearing a skintight training suit to protect from the biting cold, and the perfect lines of her nubile frame stood out clearly. In the cold she felt her firm nipples poking hard against the nylon. Her soft blonde hair bobbed in a ponytail when she spun.

With a final clean landing she decided to was time to turn in. Slowly she skated off the rink. Time for a hot shower, she thought. Then back to the hotel for an early night. In the morning was her semi-final. Gen was up against some round, plain Russian bitch that she considered far beneath her skill level. The dumb commie cow seemed to win everything, so they had finally met up. But Gen wasn't concerned. With a faint, arrogant smile she felt that if her perfect technique didn't work, the sight of her tight, all-American ass dancing before the judges would win the day anyway.

She undid her skates at the edge of the rink and padded on bare feet towards the changing rooms. The sound was swallowed in the empty hall. She snatched her cellphone out of the carrybag she had left rinkside. Fuck! she thought, reading NO CONNECTION yet again. Fuck this shitty backward country, she thought huffily, can't even call to complain. She would have her call her mother and driver from out on the street. Fuck!

The brightly-lit immensity of the changing rooms seemed to stretch on forever. Only her black bag on the seats seemed to break up the white. With an irritated shrug she threw her phone into the bag and grabbed two towels. Everything will be better after the shower, she thought. Sliding out of her costume she clipped her bellybutton ring back in, and shook her hair free.

Walking into the clean, stark showers she fired up a powerful stream of hissing hot water. Well at least THAT works alright, especially considering how much I paid for this shit, she thought. Holding her head under the soothing water she felt her aching muscles begin to relax and loosen. She ran her hands across her firm young body, soaping her round, rock-hard 32B breasts. Idly she traced her fingers across her shaven mound and gently stroked between her thighs. For a few moments she considered pleasuring herself beneath the hot water's glow. But time was pressing and instead she killed the water and got out of the shower.

Muggy steam hung over the dressing rooms. Wrapping one fresh white towel around her, Gen vigorously rubbed her hair dry. Humming to herself she walked out of the showers.

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The tune died on her bow lips as she saw a large shape loom through the steam. Slowly she lowered the towel across her shoulders and peered into the haze. "Who's that? Who's there? Is that you, mom?"

The figure suddenly came clear. It was an ugly, fat little man, with a pinched Asian face. Wearing a tight, cheap suit he was sweating furiously in the steamy heat. He leered at Gen, exposing cracked yellow teeth, and said something in Russian.

Gen's bright green eyes swelled large at the sight of this thug. "Who the FUCK are you, creep?" she spat angrily, her uppity princess temper flaring. "Get the fuck out of here! Do you know who I am? I will fuck you up if you come near me!"

He eyes darted between the thug and her bag. Being smaller and faster than him, she considered her chances of grabbing her stuff and running. The passage behind her lead out onto the street and she knew she'd be safe out there. The thug was fixated on her wet, heaving chest, his eyes sparkling with lust at the sight of a tanned, toned teen body. Gen set her jaw, narrowed her eyes, and prepared to bolt.

Just then the thug heaved forward, clumsily. Hissing something in Russian he reached out to grab the towel around Gen's neck. But had the strength and speed of a panther, stepping back swiftly and delivering a vicious, practiced kick between the fat man's legs. He cried out in agony, grabbing his throbbing crotch and falling to his knees on the wet floor.

"Take that, you asshole!" spat Hayden. She gave a wicked laugh. "Didn't see that coming, did you prick!" She kicked again, landing her foot sharply in the thug's stomach. He cried out again as quickly grabbed her bag and turned to bolt.

Spinning on her heels, Gen suddenly saw a second thug, this one even bigger and uglier than the first, blocking her way. The adrenalin coursed through her; every sense was magnified a million times. She stared into his rage-filled eyes, locking his gaze. Grabbing the towel from her neck she flicked it into his face with an angry shout of "Back off, fucker!". He reeled back, allowing Gen to duck around him and sprint down the corridor.

Her short but powerful legs pumped furiously. Behind her she could hear the men yelling. Frantically she pulled her phone out and tried to turn it on. But the signal was still dead, and she suppressed a soft whimper of panic as she realized she was alone. Worse, she knew she was lost - the twisting passage didn't lead to an exit, but a dead end instead. Gen felt a nauseating surge of dread rise as she stared into a small room full of hockey equipment

She turned about in fright as she heard one of the thugs running towards her. Quickly she ducked into a locker, grabbing a hockey stick tightly to her. She pulled the door shut just as the second thug charged in. Seemingly confused by her disappearance, he slowly crept into the room, looking around furiously. Gen waited until he was a few feet past her, then burst out of the locker and brought the stick down sharply on his head. There was a loud crack and the thug crumpled down, stunned.

Gen desperately tried to catch her breath. Her chest was heaving and she had to knot the towel around her tighter as it threatened to fall off. She was burning with sweat, fear and exhilaration. She smashed the stick across the thug's head, as he groaned in pain. Blood flowed from a deep cut. Throwing the stick down Gen said "You deserved that, creep. Just wait till the cops get you. I am gonna fuck you guys up so bad."

She glanced back up the corridor. It was silent, with no sign of the other thug. Sticking to the shadows she stealthed along the wall. With a little gasp of relief she suddenly noticed the sign "ВЫХОД / EXIT" - and an arrow pointing off to the left.

Cautiously she looked around the corner. Excitement surged in her as she saw the double glass doors at the end of the passage, and the open street outside. People were there - someone would help her. She held her bag tightly. Bursting into a sprint, she feverishly jabbed at her phone. Too focused on the glowing screen, she was unaware of the shadow leaping out at her until it was too late.

Gen's world exploded with incredible pain. She felt the end of a baton or stick strike out of the darkness, right into her solar plexus. Her lungs suddenly froze and her vision was filled with a thousand searing stars. All strength seemed to leave her as she bent over in agony, choking and blind. Her bag dropped loose, her phone falling from her limp hand and shattering on the concrete. In terror she struggled to breath, the sensation of choking to death racking her body. She had never known it was possible to hurt like this.

As the haze of pain faded Gen saw a face coming clear over her. With a stunned horror she stared at the mutilated visage. The man who had struck her was more monster than human. She tried to scream but only a choked whimper escaped her tight throat. Everything seemed to reel around as she struggled to take it in. Her mind was yelling at her to stand up, to run, to flee this nightmare. But she could only emit a long, broken groan and writhe slowly in pain.

Leaning down over her, the man with the burned face suddenly growled in heavily accented English. "Little cunt," he said, "not so tough, eh?" With a swift blow he brought the nightstick down hard on Gen's left elbow, smashing it hard and sending an electric shudder of suffering through the terrified girl.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHPPPPLLLLLLLLLZZZZZ-ah-ahhhhh..." She could find the breath to scream now, and she howled in pain and terror, trailing off into a series of violent sobs. She convulsed once, violently, at the horrific sensations passing through her. Feebly she tried to fend off her attacker but she could not longer feel her arms. Gasping she wailed “GOD JESUS FUCK STOP! STOP! OHGOD SOMEONE PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEE-”

With a rough tug the man pulled the towel off her. Gen was helpless to resist, sobbing “no, no, no” as tears poured down her round cheeks. The sweat that soaked her had frozen like ice. Chortling with pleasure the man fondled her tits, testing their rock-hard firmness and digging his hard, steel fingers into the tight flesh. Gen shut her eyes and whimpered “wakeupwakeupwakeupthis isn't happening it's not happeninggggghh-”

Suddenly she felt two steel points bite like teeth into one of her tits. Her eyes flicked open and she stared in shock and disbelief as the man pressed as taser into her. “See you later, beetch” he hissed. Gen had just a moment to scream “NNOOOOO!!” before the taser fired and she felt the current surge through her. She thrashed about as it clicked, her nerve ends burning and her eyes rolling backwards into her head. The last thing she knew before slipping into unconsciousness was the feeling of cruel fingers testing her pussylips and a sick, evil voice hissing “Intact, eh? How much you will suffer, American whore.”

Then everything went black.

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The first thing Gennifer felt as consciousness returned, was the burning of her wrists. She was suspended from the ceiling, tight leather bands biting into the bound flesh. The ache of her bruised elbow throbbed even worse as her whole body pulled down on it. Another leather strap gagged her, cutting into the sides of her mouth. She was naked, and freezing. Her still-wet hair lay tousled and messy across her face, and rivulets of sweat traced their way down her perfect body. She swung a few inches off the ground.

Painfully she opened her brimming emerald eyes. Through the blur of burning tears she saw she was in a completely white, tiled room – like a bare hospital ward. Three black shapes stood out against the starkness. As her vision cleared and horror mounted, the shapes became the three men who had attacked her – now staring at her with the utmost hatred.

She wanted to beg, to plea, to yell in angry fear. But the leather bit into her tongue and all she could do was make animalistic gurgling noises. She was in total shock now, and could only watch in stunned horror as the mutilated man approached.

“My name is Zhestoki, you fucking whore,” he rasped, “but you will call me master.” Quickly, like a lizard, he licked her face, running his tongue across her as she shuddered. “I was sent to make sure you didn't beat that ugly heifer that is my niece, tomorrow. But now, you hurt my boys. So I forget deal, fuck that Saudi asshole.” He leaned in close, leering at her uncomprehending face. “You gonna suffer for what you did, suka.“

Zhestoki grabbed Gen's knees firmly as she jerked in her restraints. He ran his callused hands up her firm thighs, digging his fingers like steel claws into the flesh. Her gagged cries rose in volume and terror as she suddenly saw the giant erection ready to penetrate her. Roaring with lustful rage Zhestoki suddenly thrust his ten-inch raperod deep into his struggling, screaming victim.

Gen felt like she was being torn in half. A red-hot iron seemed to have pierced her and was pounding into her most intimate place. She thrashed about helplessly in her bonds. Her piercing, animalistic screams ebbed away into agonized gasps, before beginning over as the pain reached a whole other level. The pain of losing her virginity in such a savage and humiliating way wracked her almost as much as the tearing and crushing of her tiny pussy.

“Vlad!” grunted Zhestoki, panting with pleasure as she felt his iron thrusts rip and stretch Gen's pussy. “Payback time son, come split this whore's ass!”

Through the blinding haze of pain Gen saw the guy whose head she had hit with the hockey stick – now bandaged but still bloody. He smiled sadistically as he unbuckled his pants and moved behind her. Taking a deep swig on a vodka bottle, he grunted something in Russian before suddenly thrusting the bottle mouth up into Gen's ass.

Even though her lungs burned, her ribs ached, and she had no breath left, Gen was amazed – in a detached way – at how much she could scream. The searing pain of Zhestoki's piston thrusts crushing her box, was nothing compared compared to the exquisite agony of having her tiny asshole forced open with a bottle. Having loosened it enough to fuck, Vlad then slowly but firmly thrust deep into Gen's ass. The firm rounds orbs of her ass bulged as she tried to squeeze him out, but she could not stop him driving into her.

Gen had trained herself for years to endure pain, to withstand emotional and physical torment. But there was no way should could last against her torture by the thugs. Hanging from the roof like a piece of meat, the vicious double-fucking had broken her in a place she never knew existed. Her perfect body was now the perfect fucktoy.

Cheering each other on, both Zhestoki and Vlad came at the same time. Gen hung her head and moaned in her gag as she felt the cum flood into her. As both men pulled out, roaring with satisfied laughter,she felt the warm trickle of blood slowly trace down her legs.

Zhestoki sighed and lit a long cigarillo. “Your fun now Boris,” he nodded at the other thug. “Show this slut your little toy while we take break, eh?”

Gen stared dully as Boris approached, her mind wondering in a detached way what he was going to do to her. He rolled up a clattering steel gurney on which there was a small black box. Several dials and switches covered the top of the box, and three long, thin cords – tipped with needles – led away from it.

Giggling evilly, Boris took the first wire in one hand and a tight grip on Gen's left tit with his other. Even in her shock Gen realised what coming and began to writhe and whine in terror. But Boris pinched her nipple firmly and pushed the needle straight into her tit as she howled.

He did the same with her other tit, slower this time to savor her utter agony. Eyes fluttering, Gen made inhuman noises into her gag.

Then he picked up the third needle and said something jeeringly in Russian. Praying softly in her fractured mind, Gen shut her eyes and held her breath as she felt Boris part her torn pussylips. She knew what he was going to do, but it in no way lessened the pain. As she felt the needle pierce her clit, slicing into a thousand nerve endings, Gen shrieked until she nearly passed out.

Boris brought her back to clarity with several vicious slaps. He turned to the black box and clicked a switch around. Gen jerked like a puppet on a string as she felt the short, sharp electric current race through her, centered on her tits and clit. Every muscle in her body stretched to breaking point. She arched her back, sweat coursing over her firm curves. Suddenly the current stopped and she would slump down in searing agony – only for another burst to hit seconds later.

Zhestoki nodded with approval as he watched the screaming, violated girl thrash about in unspeakable pain. “Now you stay right there whore, we gonna go out to get some drinks and some more friends, we'll be back in a hour to finish you off.”

“NNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!” Gen screamed into her gag. An hour of this? She would go insane. Somewhere far away, she could hear their cruel laughter as the men left. She had descended in hell, part of her broken in a way that could never be fixed. Every ten seconds her world exploded. She smelt the warm urine flowing down her once powerful legs – and the distinct tang of burning flesh as her pussy was seared. The ice princess had been shattered, and her suffering had only just started.