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Rose ran down the corridor, hoping that the next staircase would lead her out of harms way. She was lost. That was nagging on her mind. There was something else too, something even deeper but she couldn't figure what on earth it might be. She turned one corner then the next, each corridor looking the same as the last. It was a massive ship after all. Getting lost was easy enough.
The next stairwell was blocked off.
Rose growled in a most unladylike manner. She turned on her heel and stomped back down the corridor again, this time turning the other way. When she'd walked a few steps she let out a gasp of shock. Looking down she saw water on the floor, water which had crept through her shoes and was already biting at her feet. Gritting her teeth she walked on, ignoring the stabbing cold, ignoring the fact that it seemed to be getting deeper.
Where was everybody? She swore that there were people down here before. But when was that. Time seemed to stretch out down her in the bowls of the ship. She longed for it to be a warm day again, to feel the sun on the deck. But there was no time for such fancies now. Reality was very apparent and very cold. The next corridor was even worse, waist deep at least. Rose took in a deep breath then jumped into the water. She gasped and immediately started shivering as the icy water stung her pale flesh. Her thin dress clung to her body tightly, providing no protection from the cold. She forced her body through the water as it got deeper and deeper, finally having to swim through the miniature arctic sea. Finally it got shallow again.
She stepped out of the water and onto almost dry carpet. For a few seconds she stood, clutching herself. The thin wet dress clung to her, almost transparent over her porcelain flesh which bore a faint taint of blue. She could feel her nipples, chilled to erectness through the fabric, bosom heaving as she gasped for air. She moved onwards, around several more corners and then to a door. Anxiously she pushed it open and a glorious wave of warmth struck her.
She walked into the cargo hold, closing the door behind her, not caring why it was so warm, simply basking in it. After a few moments she could feel her body coming back to life again. She looked around the room which was dimly lit. On her third sweep she stopped and gaped. There stood a figure, slight, blonde and smiling at her. Surprise over riding her fear and cold Rose stepped forward looking into the face of the attractive and youthful... woman?
"Yes Kate. That's right."
Helen Hunt rubbed her hands over Kate Winslets forehead, pressing into her mind with her own will. Kates eyes were wide open but they saw nothing other than what Helen told her was real. In her mind she was Rose, cold in the bowls of the Titanic. The reality was far from it. Unlike Rose, Kate was not wearing a dress. She was not wearing anything in fact.
Like Rose she was soaking wet but from sweat rather than swimming. Kate stood in the middle of the room, her arms stretched out to her sides, wrists tightly locked to metal poles. Likewise her ankles were locked, about a metre apart. She was bound so that she was unable to fall but every inch of her flesh was exposed. She was breathing heavily, sweat dripping of her exposed, undulating bosom to the floor below. The real temperature of the room was considerably higher than what Kate thought it was but that was all part of the illusion. Kate had been drugged, kidnapped and hypnotised by Helen, waking up to the dream reality that Helen was forging.
Through suggestion and psychic control, Kate truly believed she was Rose on the Titanic. As long as Helen maintained control there was nothing else she could believe.
"Who... who are you?" Rose stammered.
The figure was dressed in a simple white dress, close fitting and not at all wet. Her hair was unstyled making Rose feel her own which had become tangled and wet. Her face was plain but attractive, nose standing out but nothing unsightly. Her blue eyes gazed straight at Rose.
"Helen." the figure walked towards the shivering girl.
"I... I..."
"Rose. I know."
"H..how do you know?"
"I know many things my dear."
Helen stretched out her hand and touched Roses cheek. The soaked woman felt a flood of warmth run through her, causing her to shiver almost as much as the cold.
"Come with me Rose."
Rose looked at her.
"No." she sighed. "I'm sorry. I have to get out of here."
"But you're safe here Rose."
"No. I have to go."
Kates features wrinkled, sweat dripping from her furrowed brow. She blinked once or twice but couldn't see beyond her own mind. Helen pressed her palms against Kates temples, hugging up close behind her. Helen was sweating too, salty liquid glistening one her skin. She too was naked, bosom pressed up against Kates back. Kate grunted slightly, trying to resist Helens pressures. Helen simply clung tighter to the womans body and mind...
"H..how do you know?"
"I know many things my dear."
Helen stretched out her hand and touched Roses cheek. The soaked woman felt a flood of warmth run through her, causing her to shiver almost as much as the cold.
"If you want to get out we have to go this way." Helen pointed, taking Roses hand.
"A.. allright."
Rose followed the strange woman, wondering what she was doing here and how they would escape. They walked through the cargo bay, seemingly strewn with baggage and crates. Finally they came to a large metal door. Helen pulled at the handle but it refused to budge.
"It has to be opened from the other side."
"So what can we do?"
"We have to wait."
"Wait?"
"I suppose so." Helen took up the pale hand again. "You'll freeze to death if we don't warm you up."
"I think I'm getting warmer."
"No you aren't. You're very cold. Very cold."
"Y. Yes" Rose shivered suddenly. "I suppose I am."
Kate shivered suddenly, her breast jiggling as she shuddered. Helen watched the woman, bathed in sweat, standing nude in the middle of a hot room, shivering like she was in a snowstorm. Sweat shook down her thighs and to her feet. Limbs trembled, convinced they were freezing. Helen resumed her work smiling. She was perfectly warm enough.
"Get in here." Helen motioned.
"There?" Rose asked in confusion.
"Yes." Helen helped her up into the rear cabin of the car.
Rose lifted her wet dress and climbed over the seat, moving over as Helen also moved in, closing the door behind her. Now they were in the enclosed space of the cabin, seemingly warmer than the outside.
"You'll have to get your wet clothes off."
"What?" Rose was shocked.
"There's no time to be embarrassed. You're going to freeze to death."
"But the water will be coming in soon. The ship is sinking."
"When it gets here we'll move."
"But..." Rose hesitated. "That doesn't make sense."
Again Kate's brow wrinkled, her wrists seeming to tug against the restraints which held her in place. She was adamantly refusing the reality Helen was creating. Frustrated Helen released her grip, letting Kates naked body slump over against her bonds, sweat dripping from her heaving bosom. Helen took a glass from a shelf and sipped the cool water. She had to concentrate, to make sure that Kate didn't fight so hard. Gritting her teeth she moved back to the prostrate figure, pressing her hands against the sweat soaked brow once more.
"There's no time to be embarrassed. You're going to freeze to death."
"But the water will be coming in soon. The ship is sinking."
"When it gets here we'll move."
"But..." Rose hesitated. "Yes." she nodded. "That makes sense."
Rose tugged at the collar of the water logged dress, pulling it over her head awkwardly in the limited room. She felt it's cold, damp folds on her skin as it slipped off. Helen took it from her, leaving it in a pile on the floor. Rose looked down at her naked body, wondering why she wasn't wearing a brassiere or underclothes. She could have sworn she'd been wearing them before. She looked down at her breasts shaking as she still shivered. She looked up to Helen for answers.
"Come here. Hug together for heat."
Rose obliged, drawing nearer, pressing her wet skin against the fabric of the white dress. She liked Helens touch. It felt so pleasant and warm. Rose hugged her tighter and tighter, each second becoming warmer and warmer. She felt Helens hands rubbing her back as if she was a small child. Rose liked the touch of those hands. There was something about them. Something almost sensual.
Helen ran her hands back and forth over Kates wet back, sweat the only oil sheneeded. Now that she'd made a stronger contact it was not longer necessary to touch her head. So long as she kept in touch mentally it would work fine. Her hands rubbed deeper and deeper into the warm skin.
Rose felt the fingers press into the warm skin, loving every second of it. She felt herself relaxing gently, more and more every instant. She was becoming warmer, almost getting hot now but it felt so nice. Before she knew it there were droplets of sweat on her forehead, beads forming on her chest.
"I.." she began but Helen put her finger to Roses lips, silencing her.
The wonderful hands rubbed her shoulders, massaging away any fears she had, then slipped down lower and lower, slowly cupping Roses breasts, now wet with sweat. Rose let out a soft sigh but made no move to fight the touch as pleasure wafted through her body.
Helen noticed the sigh that came from Kate as she hugged her from behind, cupping her breasts. Gently she began to knead and massage them, flicking the nipples occasionally until they became fully erect.
Rose felt no shame in letting the woman touch her breasts. It felt so pleasant, so expertly done as if she knew exactly what Rose wanted. Already she could feel her nipples becoming stiffer, fingertips brushing over them from time to time, making Rose quiver but not from heat. Rose lifted her arms up above her head, gripping the rear of the seat, puffing her chest out for Helen to grasp better. Helen willingly did so.
Helens fingers and palms danced over Kate Winslets breasts exciting them. Though Kates eyes saw nothing of her surroundings it was clear to see the passion and pleasure flaring in her eyes. She had altered her centre of gravity, leaning forward slightly, making her breasts easier to touch. Helen willingly did so.
Rose shivered at the pleasant touch as it went lower and lowers, warm hands running softly over her stomach, caressing her sweaty skin. Already the windows were steaming up from the rising heat. Helen kept working over the smooth flesh, never slowing down, never letting Rose come to her senses. She continued to slide her hands, around Roses butt, gently over her hips and very, very slowly towards tuft the red hair between them.
Helen slid her palms over Kates slick stomach, moving gently downwards, brushing through the hair towards the waiting folds. She gently brushed her fingertips over the lips, watching Kate shiver as she did. Slowly and softly Helen pressed her hand firmer and firmer, entering into Kate, eager to watch her response.
Rose shifted back on the seat, pushing her hips forward, spreading her legs as best she could to give Helen as much access as she needed. All her inhibitions had gone now, lost to the wonderfully warm fingers, the incredibly pleasurable touch. Roses skin was following her name, blushing redder and redder as the heat kept rising. The windows were covered in a layer of moisture and her body was the same. Sweat dripped from her brow, oozing its way down her body, sliding between her cleavage and down her belly where Helens hand moved. Helen pulled Rose on top of her, back to stomach.
With one hand the pressed deeper into Roses sex, parting her lips and forcing a fingertip forward. The other hand returned upwards, back to Roses breast, strumming the still erect nipples. Rose lay back, breathing heavily, delight in her eyes. She shivered suddenly, gasping. Helens fingers had found what they were looking for.
"Rosebud?" Helen whispered into Roses ear.
The young woman smiled but couldn't laugh as Helen gently began to stroke the tender clitoris within her. She shook and trembled, trying not to but too wrapped up in the delicate touch and the slow rhythm. It was almost frustratingly slow. Rose moved her hips, trying to increase the speed of the thrust but Helen simply compensated, making her even more frustrated. Time seemed to drag on, the constant rate of the stroking rolling on and on but never becoming tiresome or less sensitive. Each motion was the same as the last, feeling so wonderful that Rose was every bit as enthralled. Her body was so relaxed and lethargic, sweat coating every inch of her hot flesh. Helen's wet palm moved slickly over both breasts, caressing them and kneading them. Rose could slowly feel something rising within her, a release coming.
But it was so slow. Helen was drawing it out for so long. But it was rising never the less, rising more and more, getting closer and closer..
"We have to go." Helen broke off her touch suddenly.
Rose blinked the moisture from her eyes, staring at Helen who's body was now clearly visible through the wet white dress. It was hard to tell where one womans sweat stopped and the others started.
"W. .what?" rose mutter, frustrated that she'd been so close. Now she felt tense, like a tight coil ready to explode.
"The water's coming in."
"But?"
"Come on!"
Helen jumped out of the car and hauled the naked woman after her. Rose shivered in shock. The floor was about an inch deep in icy cold water, amazingly biting to her warm feet.
"This way." Helen commanded, running through the water, oblivious to the temperature. Rose followed, hand in hand, trying to ignore the cold and the fact that her unsupported bosom bounced up and down as she ran. The left the storage room and then entered a number of corridors.
It wasn't long before Rose was totally lost but Helen seemed to know where she was going. At least she did until they came to a staircase, one leading down through a flooded corridor.
"We have to go this way."
"I can't" Rose protested starting to shiver as the cold air seeped through her unprotected skin.
"No time to argue." Helen grabbed her and shoved her forward.
"AAAAHHHH!" Rose screamed as thousands of icy needles dug into her flesh. The water was up to her neck but Helens shove had put her totally under. She felt the cold drill into her, washing away any residual heat she'd had. Instantly her nipples, which had started to soften, were stiff once again though under much less pleasant circumstances. She felt the cold pour into her body through every pore and every opening. The tender region well below the water line which only minutes before had been so warm was now bombarded with freezing cold. Instantly she started to clatter, shaking uncontrollably.
"We have to move." Helen commanded beside her, grabbing her arm.
"Ah.. Ah ai I c cah can't." she shivered.
"We have to!"
"I can't!" Rose howled.
Helen pressed tightly against the trembling woman in front of her. Even using all her physical force she couldn't stop Kate shivering. Despite the hot sweat that dripped from her she still shook relentlessly. Helen pulled their chests together, breasts moulding into each other. She gazed straight into the unseeing eyes of her prisoner, forcing her will upon her.
"We have to move." Helen commanded beside her, grabbing her arm.
"Oh oh oc. c .c kay."
Rose forced her body to move through the freezing water, each step an agony. Helen dragged her along for what seemed like eternity until they finally came to another set of steps. They walked out of the water but Rose hardly felt it, her skin was so numb. Helen hauled her down the corridors. Roses vision blurred hardly seeing the twisting passages until at last Helen push open a door and they went through.
Rose looked up. The room was warm. It was also plush. IT was her sitting room on the ship. Impossible. It would be under water. Or would it? She was too cold to thing properly. But there was a fire raging and that was enough for her. She huddled down in front of it, eyes consumed by the flames, flickering firelight shining of her naked pale wet flesh.
"The fire is pretty isn't it Rose?" Helen knelt down beside her.
"Yes."
"Watch the way the flames flicker, back and forth, up and down. So pretty."
"So pretty." the firelight flickered over her face. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Helen peeling off her wet dress which was transparent now anyway. She didn't care really. The fire light looked so pretty.
"Yes keep looking at the light Rose. It looks so pretty. So very pretty."
"So pretty."
"Yes. Let your mind go free. Into the fire. You're feeling warmer now Rose. Very warm."
Helen knelt behind Rose, hugging her, breasts pressing against her back. She ran her fingers through the wet red hair.
"Can you feel how warm we're getting?"
"Yes."
"Do you like this Rose?"
"Yes. It's very warm."
Helen slipped her hands down, cupping Roses breasts and starting to knead them again. Rose relaxed even more, marvelling at the wondrous touch yet again. She leant back slightly, muscles slackening. She felt the blood rushing to her breasts again, nipples rising once more as the expert fingers danced over them. One hand started to go lower. Once again it slid down the wet skin and into the wet slit. Again Rose shuddered at the touch of the fingers against her most tender regions. She felt light headed, the heat of the fire getting to her quite quickly. She was starting to sweat again. So was Helen. Rose could feel the breasts of the other woman as they rubbed about on her back. It almost felt like a pleasant massage of sorts. Not as pleasant as the hand rubbing her breasts. And nowhere near as pleasant as the fingers stoking her clitoris, driving in and out of her vagina, It took ages once again, she slow and building feeling being tempted out of her by Helens untiring hands. Now and then Helen even planted kisses on her neck, each one sending further tingles of delight through her. She didn't care about anything but the pleasure she was receiving. She was limp in Helens dextrous hands, all muscles shut down, all nerves on fire. The tension kept building and building, Helens fingers drawing it out so slowly but Rose was helpless to fight resist. When she tried to talk all she achieved were soft whimpering moans of pleasure. They only seemed to make Helen go slower, each stroke hardly seeming to move over inside her. But it was still building. Building more and more and more, faster and faster until....
Kate gasped loudly, her body shuddering as the orgasm shot through her like lightning. Her nerves were electrified, buzzing with pleasure. Her lungs struggled for air, her limbs struggled against their bonds. Helen hugged her tightly, still firmly attached to her mind as she came. She stoked her erect nipples, an her hands through Kates chaotic, wet, tangled hair. Kate kept gasping as the spasms ripped through her relentlessly. Raw pleasure shone in her eyes though they still saw nothing.
Finally the orgasm subsided leaving Rose breathless and tired. Helen cradled her helpless body, stroking her fingers over Roses hair as she lay on her lap. Gently she planted a kiss on the wet forehead.
"You're trembling." Helen smiled.
"I'll be alright."
"Yes. Just relax Rose. Relax. Relax."
Chest rising and falling Rose closed her eyes, listening to Helen soothing voice as it droned on and on.
"Hurry Rose!"
Her eyes snapped open. Helen stood at the door way looking out anxiously. Half dazed Rose got to her feet, still naked and ran to Helens side.
"The ship is going down. We have to get to the deck."
Rose looked down at the floor where a slight layer of cold water was seeping in. Helen took her hand and drew her down more passages. The water seemed to be getting deeper, up to her knees then her thighs. Finally they got onto the top deck. Everything was in chaos. People were running and screaming with no order at all. It was madness. For a second Rose felt self conscious but for some reason no one was looking at the attractive, naked red head. Nor at the naked blonde.
"We have to get the top." Helen said. "We have to stay on board as long as possible."
Rose ran against the crowds holding tightly onto Helens hand. The ship seemed to be tilting faster and faster, the slope becoming harder to run up. Helen pulled her up and over a rail. rose shivered as she felt the cold air on her skin once more though Helen seemed impervious to it. The bow of the ship rose higher and higher, tilting more and more. Finally it seemed about vertical, people falling to the sea far below. Rose clung on to Helen, shivering with cold and fear. Then she ship started to fall at last.
"This is it." Helen warned. "Take a deep breath just before we hit the water. We'll be sucked down with the ship."
Rose nodded. The water came closer, and closer and closer....
Rose gasped in air and hit the water, tumbling in, instantly shocked by the temperature. She struggled to bring her muscles to life, feeling the pull draw her down. Instinctively she kicked, forcing her way upwards till at last she broke the surface. But she felt her muscles fading fast. She was losing her will to fight.
"Grab my hand!"
Rose turned to see Helen, floating on an old closet. Rose looked at Helen, not shivering at all, calm and reaching for her. She started to move but something stopped her. She felt the water rise over her head, felt fingers just brush her hair. Then she felt the freezing waters swallow her up as it filled her lungs, dragging her deep down to the depths of the ocean.
Helen broke off, cursing and swearing. Kate's eyes were closed, her body slumped over and shivering. She was still very much alive but somehow she had refused Helen at the last moment. Helen grabbed a handful of the red hair, pulling her head back and screaming in her blank face.
"Why the hell didn't you let me save you!"
The unconscious face gave no reply.
Helen grabbed a syringe from the bench and jabbed the needle into Kates arm injecting her. Almost immediately Kate stopped shivering, slumping in her bonds, breathing regularly in a deep drug induced slumber. Helen took another drink of water, cursing yet again. Now she would have to start all over again.
She gasped and immediately started shivering as the icy water stung her pale flesh. Her thin dress clung to her body tightly, providing no protection from the cold...... The soaked woman felt a flood of warmth run through her, causing her to shiver almost as much as the cold.....Rose obliged, drawing nearer, pressing her wet skin against the fabric of the white dress. She liked Helens touch. It felt so pleasant.....Rose lifted her arms up above her head, gripping the rear of the seat, puffing her chest out for Helen to grasp better.... Yes. Let your mind go free. Into the fire. You're feeling warmer now Rose. Very warm.......Helen knelt behind Rose, hugging her, breasts pressing against her back It almost felt like a pleasant massage of sorts. Not as pleasant as the hand rubbing her breasts. And nowhere near as pleasant as the fingers stoking her clitoris, driving in and out of her vagina....Finally the orgasm subsided leaving Rose breathless and tired.....
Rose ran against the crowds holding tightly onto Helens hand. The ship seemed to be tilting faster and faster, the slope becoming harder to run up....
She struggled to bring her muscles to life, feeling the pull draw her down. Instinctively she kicked, forcing her way upwards till at last she broke the surface. But she felt her muscles fading fast. She was losing her will to fight.
"Grab my hand!"
Rose turned to see Helen, floating on an old closet. Rose looked at Helen, not shivering at all, calm and reaching for her. She started to move, doubt nagging somewhere in her mind. Helen smiled at her, encouraging her. In a single final motion Rose clasped Helens hand and she was pulled aboard the makeshift boat. She tumbled on top of Helen who was flat on her back. The two hugged tightly, Helen planting kisses on Roses wet salty cheeks.
"Promise me you'll never let go Rose."
"I'll never let go Helen." Rose kissed her back. "I'll never let go."
Kate slumped forward, sweat dripping from her face which now bore a content smile. Helen wasn't smiling. She'd had to run the scenario three times before Kate had submitted to her. She felt almost as hot and exhausted as the prone woman was. Still, it was over now. Now she could enjoy Kate a her leisure. Right now however she was going to rest. Kate could simply hang there happily, blinded in an orgasmic haze for all she cared. There was something unsettling about this. Kate had been strong. Far stronger than Helen had anticipated. As corny as it seemed, Helen had an inexplicable sinking feeling......
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"Coming!" Jennifer Aniston called as she walked to answer the door of her apartment.
She open it in surprise.
"Er. Hello. What are you doing here?"
"Close the door and strip topless."
Jennifers eyes glazed over in an instant. Letting the figure in she locked the door and peeled of her singlet and bra. The figure began to rub her tender breasts, nipples rising to peaks as fast as the blood could travel. Jennifers mouth hung open, her eyes wide.
"Now, said the figure calmly, " I want to tell me everything about your relationship with Gwenyth Paltrow."
And through lips trembling with fear and pleasure, Jennifer told her every single detail......
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