I have previously published this real-life experience on my Literotica account.

I have always been amazed at the lengths some men go to fulfil a desire they have. I have seen frames built, tables modified, and walls altered to accommodate some craving to carry out their particular fetish on me.

As Michael swung into step with me as we walked through the grounds of the University, he asked, 'Rachel would you like to try something different?'

'Such as?'

'I can't say too much, but it's a sort of endurance test.'

'Not how many lashes of a whip I can take across my back?' I responded.

'Oh, no. Nothing to do with whips.'

'How many cocks you can get into my pussy in twenty-four hours?' I laughed.

No. It has nothing to do with sex, although that will be included, and you will need to be naked,' he continued knowingly.

'You're going to torture me in some way,' I concluded.

'Sort of,' Michael conceded. 'You'll see. Are you game?'

Two week's later, I was back in a house we had used previously for several adventures. I was rented by one of the students studying at University and provided an ideal base for naughty meetings. This Friday evening, I stood looking at a second-hand table Michael and nine others had purchased. On top of it were four large low sided plastic storage boxes, which pretty much filled its surface area.

'We want you to kneel in these two and place your elbows in these others. You will then be on all fours like a dog.'

'I see,' I replied intreged.

'We will then place these rubber garden ties over your wrists and ankles and screw them through the plastic boxes into the table.

'Riiiiggggt,' I said, slowly pondering the whole scenario.

'We will then place ice into the four boxes until it covers your lower legs and arms. Then we will sit back to see how long you can endure the cold.'

'Is that it?'

I was somewhat disappointed that this was all the guys wanted to do with me when I could have engaged in other, more exciting activities.

'Initially, yes. But don't worry, Rachel, we have other activities planned right through the night.'

Having undressed, I carefully clambered onto the table and took up my position on my knees and elbows with one in each plastic storage box. I watched as the thick rubber tree ties were placed over my forearms and calves before being quickly screed down with an electric screwdriver so that I was securely held in that kneeling and exposed position.

Suddenly a battalion of young men appeared carrying bags of ice, and cutting them open, began to pour them into the four boxes until my arms and legs were covered.

Once this stage was complete, the men revealed their coup de grace as they appeared with two plastic cups full of ice and connected by a short piece of strong elastic. On one of the cups, a much longer piece of elastic dangled. The cups were placed over my drooping tits, and the long elastic tied around my back so that my breasts were encased mainly in ice.

The guys stood back to admire their work and watched my intense discomfort as I remained unmovable, kneeling in ice and wearing my ice bra. I attempted to cut the cold from my mind; however, my feet and calves especially would not let me forget what was happening.

'Let's give her more to think about,' Michael suggested as he disappeared for a brief moment before returning with three large multicoloured 'rocket-shaped' iced lollipops. I did not have to guess where these would be used.

One was quickly pushed into my cunt while the other followed up my bum hole.

Michael moved round in front of me and commanded me to open my mouth. I delayed a few seconds and felt the two lower iced lollies used like dildoes in my lower orifices. I had to comply and open my mouth to receive the third sweet pointed lolly.

I can only imagine what I looked like kneeling on all fours, my forearms and lower legs encased in ice and giant sticky iced lollies protruding from my arse, cunt and mouth.

The guys took great delight in playing with the wooden sticks to all three lollies ensuring my three holes were kept cold, sticky and lubricated.

I started to feel the intense cold after about fifteen minutes but held in place as I was by the tree ties, I was unable to do anything other than shiver and watch my arms and hands start to turn blue unto the covering of ice. Meanwhile, I could feel my nipples hardening and my breasts beginning to feel as if they, too, had frozen solid.

One of the young men enjoyed smacking the side of my buttocks hard to increase my discomfort.

I could feel the liquid flowing from the meting lollies dripping down my bum and off my pussy into one of the boxes filled with ice. I also ensured, for effect, that I did not swallow the contents of my mouth but let it form a sticky mess around my lips, finally dripping off my chin.

I survived thirty minutes in this torturous position before the screws were removed, allowing me to climb out of the ice and water-filled containers. Not that this gave me much relief as I was immediately led to the bathroom where the bath was filled almost to overflowing with cold water topped in floating ice cubes.

I was made to kneel alongside the side and take a deep breath while my head was thrust into the ice-cold tub, the freezing water causing the back of my head to feel as though it had been hit with something hard.

Up and down and in and out of the bath, my head was pushed and pulled. Each dowsing lasted about thirty seconds before I was let up for around ten seconds of air. My head ached, my ears tingled, and my lungs hurt as my head was plunged beneath the water on so many occasions I lost all track of time.

When I was finally pulled further up into a straight-backed kneeling position, I knew the head ducking ordeal was over, although I had a pretty good idea that far worse was to come. I was right!

My hands were tied behind my back and my feet together before I was lifted and dropped unceremoniously straight into the frigid water. I screamed in shock as my tormentors enjoyed watching me squirming and shivering, immersed in the iced water.

Occasionally one of the men would put his foot on my head to push me right under once again. I was perished but knew I had to endure my fate for their enjoyment. As I did so, I took great delight in observing nobs hardening behind jeans and chinos, desperate to be released to do what they are designed to do.

These thoughts running wildly through my mind ensured that the rumblings of an orgasm began to develop before my body convulsed in the freezing bath with sheer sexual fulfilment. I rolled and shuddered in the water with my eyes closed as my body enjoyed its climactic pleasure.

'Good grief,' one of the guys said, ' The ice made her orgasm.'

'Can't really say that was hot,' another interjected with a dry wit, 'But it certainly was.'

'Fuck me,' another added, 'How can an iced bath cause you to do that?'

Ten minutes in that condition was more than enough torture for one night, and I was a little relieved when finally lifted out, untied and given a towel with which to dry myself.

My nipples were almost solid and protruding from my breasts like two little bolts. The rest of my skin appeared a pale blue colour covered in goosebumps as I stood drying myself and shivering in equal measure.

It was a delight to be led to the bedroom and forcibly pushed onto the bed, which was surrounded by all ten men who had enjoyed watching me covered in water and ice. Apart from those who had led me from the bathroom, all were standing naked from the waist down, which told me I was about to be fucked hard.

'Open your legs,' I was told in a manner I knew had to be obeyed.

As I did so, one of the men closest to the bottom of the bed lept at me and, in one movement, was on me and pounding away deep inside my pussy. I confess that although I had not had the chance to get wet where it mattered after drying off, and the pummeling was sore, I enjoyed every moment as I felt warmth returning to my body.

Once the first had unloaded inside me, he was replaced by another who took over the thrusting. Others now dangled their cocks over my face as I was rolled onto my side so that I could furnish three hard dicks at the same time, one in each hole.

Within minutes I was leaking cum from my bum, clit and mouth, much to the delight of those using my body to the full. Having ten men to furnish, the first in line had the opportunity to recharge as I catered for the latter entrants. Therefore, I was constantly kept busy sucking, fucking and taking cock deep up my backside. All the action soon had me well and truly heated up as I enjoyed warm, masculine naked skin against my own cooler nude body.

It was past midnight when all ten guys seemed finally satisfied, having repeatedly filled me with their copious amounts of sticky white cum.

Once again, I was led to the bathroom and allowed to shower to clean myself up. The only requirement was that I had to wash under only cold water. To ensure I stayed in position, the men used three pointed sticks jabbed in my direction if I tried to move away from underneath the cascading deluge.

I shivered and washed as quickly as I could, hoping that my 'friends' would not expect me to stay beneath the shower for a long time. Thankfully they didn't.

I quickly obeyed when ordered out and was happy to allow the men to dry me with towels even though such a simple task seemed to take a long time as hands strayed to my breasts, bum and pussy.

Once again, I was guided to the bedroom where I expected to be the object of free for all sex. What greeted my eye was the strangest looking contraption I had ever seen.

On the floor around three sides of the bed lay a wooden frame upon which was built a wire structure. The arrangement looked like it was designed in the shape of a spider. As I was placed beneath it and the men began to bind my hands to the headboard and my feet to the bottom corners, I realised the metal frame was built from undone wire coat hangers. These had been twisted together to form a rather intricate if clumsy-looking structure.

Once I was secured in position, I was amazed to watch two men place plastic funnels into five places on the frame. These were positioned so that two were above my breasts and the others over my forehead, belly button and hairy pussy. I had not the slightest inkling as to what would happen next until I saw another bag of ice brought into the room.

I watched as the ice was placed into each of the funnels above my naked, spread and prone body. It suddenly dawned on me what was going to happen.

'Rachel,' one of the students said in an almost jovial manner, 'We are going to leave you now. As the ice slowly dissolves, the water will drip onto your naked body. We will top the supply of ice up as required all night. Enjoy yourself. Goodnight.'

With that, the men left the room, turning out the light and closing the door behind them. With the door closed, I was plunged into almost total darkness. My feet and hands were well secured and provided little movement for me under the modern but medieval-looking torture contraption.

I did not have long to wait until I felt the first cold drip of water land with a little splash on my belly button. Minutes later, all five of the funnels were channelling the slowly melting ice onto my head, breasts, belly button and pussy. At first, the sensation was annoying, mostly because I could not change positions and let the water land somewhere less sensitive. Drip, drop, drip the water went as it landed with monotonous regularity across my exposed body.

I attempted to count the minutes to take my mind off the almost hypnotic and psychopathic torture I was enduring. I guessed it was an hour into my ordeal when I was wet, cold and frustrated that the door opened and one man entered. He topped up the ice in the five funnels without saying a word and left me to my further torment.

I could feel the icy water run through my natural beaver over my clit and down my bum crack while a small pool developed on my belly button and overflowed either side down my tummy. My nipples once again became hard and raised as the cold water continually dripped directly onto my tender areola.

The worst of the five by far was the water that fell in a rhythmical pattern upon my head. I could understand why this technique had been used as a form of real torture throughout history. My scalp was soaking, as indeed was the mattress upon which I was bound. Much worse was the repeated drip-drip of water upon my forehead. It began to make me feel delusional as I attempted, with limited success, to move my head to either side, so the water missed direct contact with my forehead.

I was wet, cold and shivering when the door opened a second time to allow one of the young men to top up the ice in the funnels above me.

'Please,' I begged in my sweetest, most seductive voice, 'How long will this continue?'

All I received in return was a sadistic looking smirk that told me he at least was getting deep satisfaction from my ordeal.

I tried to take my mind away from my predicament and think of other things I had enjoyed as well as a rather mundane university essay that I knew I had to complete. I tried thinking about walking with friends in the Pentland Hills close to home. I imagined shopping along Princess Street in Edinburgh and crossing the road to see the famous floral clock. I thought of some of the handsome hunks I had met and to whom I had opened my legs since starting my further education. The latter thoughts added internally to the wetness already between my parted thighs.

About three hours into being first left in this helpless position, I felt I would go totally mad and become forever insane due to my current torture. At this time, the door opened, and to my great relief, all my captors entered the room. They wasted no time in removing the funnels and wire frame, leaving me still spread and bound on the bed before them.

Once again cocks appeared as the men stripped off, ready to use me as their imprisoned sex toy. After the removal of the dripping ice, I would have gladly made love to anyone in payment of my release from such cruel torment. The fact that ten male students, all relatively fit looking and between nineteen and twenty-two, wanted to fuck me again on a soaking wet mattress was just a consequence I would have to endure!

On my back, spreadeagled one after another landed on me and plunged their erect rods as far into my dripping cunt as far as they could. Egged on by their friends, they stretched me and shagged me in turn until I knew my pussy was full to overflowing with their sticky white cum loads.

It was at this point, when number six was pumping me for all he was worth, that I orgasmed for a second time that evening. My lover at the time was so surprised at my reaction to his efforts that he almost stopped thrusting to enjoy watching me enjoying myself. He certainly thought he was the bee's knees when his seamen finally flooded into my willing pussy.

'It's me she orgasmed for,' he boasted, 'She's a good fuck alright!'

Once they had enjoyed enough of my pussy they straddled me so that I had to take their balls in my mouth before providing long slow blow jobs to everyone.

As one took up position, he noticed my still hard and cold nipples. Finding his trousers on the floor, he retrieved his belt and commenced flicking the leather against my sensitive erect breasts. They were still so cold that they were ultra-sensitive to this new attention of leather against skin. The majority of the young men enjoyed watching me writhe and scream as his use of the belt became more animated and struck harder.

Eventually, with my breasts glowing red, my assailant decided to continue with his original objective of enjoying having his balls sucked before my lips rendered full-on oral sex.

After all ten had fired their loads into my mouth and pussy, I was untied and made to kneel so that my arse hole could be used to provide the final thrill of the night. Like the previous day, I felt it being stretched wide as hardened throbbing manhood excitedly pushed into its tiny tight opening to add a further helping of fresh creamy cum inside the last of my orifices.

My grunts and groans of ecstatic pleasure at being both a pain slut and uninhibited sex toy seemed to spur the men on as they pushed deeper and harder into my backside. Occasionally one would add a hard slap against my buttocks for good measure and gain a greater approval rating from his watching mates.

When with a shout of complete satisfaction, the last fired his remaining load into my butt hole, I collapsed exhausted and breathing heavily onto the wet sticky mattress. I had survived ice encapsulation, immersion in cold water and repeated insertion of rock-solid cocks. I was well pleased with myself.

After lying for several minutes to get my breath back, I was told there was one more trial to endure. I had to wash again under the cold shower!

As I rubbed, shivered, moaned and squirmed under the cold stream, I wondered, not for the first time, why I endured such treatment primarily for the benefit of others. Were other girls my age so addicted to pleasing men that they would suffer iced baths and cold showers along with being fucked multiple times by those they hardly knew? A strange craving within me wanted to sexually please just about every guy I met, and I could not and still cannot quite fathom such desires out.

I only knew as I finally emerged from the shower before the gazing eyes of those I had pleasured that sometime soon, I'd have to come back for more. The urge to resist the requests and fetishes of my male peers was too strong to resist.