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It was supposed to be fine weather. At least that had been the plan months ago. It had almost seemed fine until the moment the boat left the dock but then nature decided that Florida was due for rain again. Not stormy, certainly not a cyclone. Simply annoying.
It was the type of weather that wouldn't leave you in awe of nature but would drench you to the skin in the time it took to get from the dock to the house of the small island. It had been a very small dock but then it was a very small island. A very small private island as it happened. And there was only one building on the entire island. This was the beach house into which a very wet Shania Twain had just made her entry.
The holiday was a change for her but it seemed like a good idea when Mariah Carrey had suggested it at a concert they worked on together. Warmth, sunshine, sand and surf. She'd got three out of four though not in the way she wanted. There was plenty of surf crashing in on the beach with a roar. There was plenty of sand, which Shania was trying, unsuccessfully, to get out of her boots. There was also plenty of heat for, despite being wet, it was still quite warm. In the end she simply removed her boots and stood, dripping, looking at the room. It had large windows, great for viewing the rain outside, and plenty of the mod cons: TV, heating (needless) and the like. Even so Shania wished at the time that she'd gone back so somewhere in Canada. It might be cold or even snowing but at least she'd be used to it.
The island was a tiny one, hardly on any maps. The dock, no more than a small pier and the house were the sole constructions on it. Apart from the radio there was no communication with the outside world, the perfect retreat for a megastar. Of course that was counting on good weather. Without it ,it was more of a trap. Shania sighed and dropped her backpack and guitar case onto the mat. She ran her fingers through her wet, matted brown hair and thought. At least this might be a good chance for her to come up with some new material. It didn't seem like she'd be able to do much else if the weather stayed like this.
She looked at her watch and then shook it. It was dead, probably from the water. That meant she had no idea what the time was. There seemed to be no clocks anywhere in the house. Removing most of her dripping layers she explored the rest of the place in her singlet and shorts, equally wet but more comfortable. Apart from the main lounge the other rooms were rather small. There was a single bed in the bedroom, a toilet, laundry and shower. The kitchen was a small bar section of the lounge.
The main centre piece in the lounge was what looked like a lava lamp. It was a cylinder just over a foot high which spun around with a pulsing kaleidoscope of colours. It was interesting but she wasn't in the mood for staring at it right now. Shania shrugged and moved on.
Over all the place looked in good condition. She could enjoy her stay if the weather cleared up. Right now though she felt like a shower. The run through the rain and the humid air had left her hot and bothered. A shower would do to clean her off and regulate her temperature. Then she could at least get settled in.
There were already large towels on a rail and soaps inside the cubicle so Shania didn't even bother getting the rest of her things. She stripped off her wet clothes, dropping them to the floor and stepped inside, sliding the door closed behind her. She noticed, with slight surprise just how thick the door was. It closed with a click behind her, forming a fourth wall around her. Feeling slightly claustrophobic she opened it again just to make sure. Shania let out a nervous giggle at her own insecurity. Of course the door would open, why wouldn't it. She looked up at the shower head, once again confused. Not only was there a lever but there were three buttons: Red green and blue.
Obviously the house was a little more high tech than she'd realised. Ignoring them she turned the dial, greeted by a sudden rush of icy cold water which there was no room to avoid. She gasped sharply but gritted it out, knowing that it was getting warmer. Finally it had achieve the perfect temperature, warmer than she'd initially intended but lovely now she was experiencing it. She let the flowing water run over her skin, washing away the sweat and sand which had collected on it. It was so relaxing that she almost didn't want to move, simply relax in the warmth. She reached for one of the tubes of body wash on the side shelf. It was a pleasant scent, a mix of herbs she couldn't quite place. She squirted some into the palm of her hand then rubbed it into her skin. Something about the texture felt strange but just as nice. In fact the whole combination, the warmth, the scent and the texture made Shania relax more than ever, washing away the worries and anxiety about the weather.
It all felt so nice that curiosity finally got the better of her. She reached up and tentatively pushed the buttons blue button.
Nothing happened.
Shania sighed feeling somewhat disappointed. Then the jets started.
Suddenly water was coming from everywhere, the walls, the roof and the floor, pressing in jets into her body. Instinctively she lifted her hands to cover her face but that left the rest of her body vulnerable. Not that it didn't feel nice. In fact it felt good, like a massage but it wasn't a massage she was after. Though she was unable to see she could feel the thousands of jets that must have lined the walls, all, spraying at once. Already her skin was starting to feel a little numb from the pressure.
And some of the fountains were spraying where they were not entirely welcome. Across her chest Shania felt her breasts the target of the jets, even when she bent over slightly there were jets to target every inch of her flesh. The pressure almost seemed to knead her bosom, jiggling it with it's force.
The jets from the floor and lower walls were equally invasive. Even as she crossed her legs as best she could she felt water blasting both the crotch and butt. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever felt and although it was surprisingly pleasant it was not what she wanted.
Reaching out one hand she pressed the button again, remembering it's place. There was no effect. She fumbled across and pressed the second button.
The jets stopped.
Then started again.
Then stopped again.
What had been a constant flow was now a pulse about one second on, one off. Shania sighed in frustration and decided just to leave. The door didn't open. She tugged again but it was no good. She tried to think. Obviously the door couldn't open with the jets going. There had to be a way to turn them off. The problem was that it was getting harder to think. The massage had been nice but the pulse was even more nice, though not in a way she expected. Now her breasts were really starting to jostle from side to side, pressed then relaxed, pressed then relaxed. The effect was for her skin to feel even more tender. Her butt quickly felt like it was numb but her front decided it was very much alive. No matter how she turned there were jets pulsing into the dark hair between her legs. They were strong enough to go through that hair to the increasingly sensitive region beneath. No matter how she tried to dodge it there were always jets shooting right into her.
Now that it was pulsing it felt even worse, or even better to be accurate. It didn't take long before she felt the first ripples of sexual pleasure shoot through her. There was no doubt about it: these water jets were masturbating her and there was nothing she could do. She did the only thing she could think of which was to push the third red button.
It was a mistake. The jets became even faster. The half second pulses drove themselves into Shania with even more intensity. She could feel the jets on her nipples, which were now fully erect and even more tender. She squirmed in the limited space, trying to find a place to avoid the jets.
Then she slipped.
It was only for a second and then she steadied her feet to right herself but the end position was compromising. One foot against one corner, one against another and her crotch wide open to the jets. They seemed to take advantage of the exposed region, pumping jet after pulsing jet into the sensitive region.
Before she could cover up again, Shania came. She shuddered, leaning back against the jetting walls as the water brought out every last ounce of pleasure in her body, milking her orgasm for all it was worth. The weakening shock of the release melted away leaving her warm and relaxed, water washing away her bodys own wetness.
Then it stopped.
The ending of the massage was so abrupt that Shania was shocked by it. She gasped and jumped slightly. Then, tentatively she reached for the door and opened it, stepping out of the cubicle which had so effortlessly climaxed her.
She wrapped herself in the towel, letting out a nervous giggle at the thought of what had happened. At least, she thought, she was more relaxed now.
Night fell quickly, or at least seemed to given the dark weather conditions. Shania had put her watch aside, sick of looking at it to see it dead. TV was out due to interference from the storm which raged outside and there was little for the singer to do but sit in the lounge and play her guitar. Lighting in the lounge was dim, much more than she had expected.
In fact about the only major source of light was the lamp in the middle which tended o cast and eerie spinning light about the place. Shania did her best to ignore it, thinking of new songs but on occasion she found herself staring at it, somehow finding it intriguing. Eventually she decided it was time to go to bed. Her eyes were getting heavy and it was getting harder to focus on her music. She turned off all the lights, save the lamp for which she could find no switch. Shrugging she headed for the bedroom, not having a shower, still a little nervous about her earlier encounter. She slipped into her pyjamas and rolled up in the sheets.
Sleep did not come as easily or as quickly as she had hoped. In fact it was altogether too humid in the room. Eventually she sat up and switched on the bed lamp as she undid her top. Beneath the damp fabric she could feel the sweat which had built up there. Sighing, Shania removed her shirt and used it to dab off the sweat from her torso. She then dumped it to the floor and her pants soon followed. Pulling a single sheet up over her nude body she turned off the light again. Sleep didn't come this time either. She tossed and turned, rolling over, looking at the roof. It was then she noticed a light just above her bed. As she looked closer she noticed it was another button. Shania slumped back down, refusing to push it. It had not been her day for buttons. But as she twisted in her sheets, which somehow remained tucked in, she kept thinking about the button. Finally, cursing her curiosity she turned on the bed lamp, hopped out of the bed and pressed the button.
Nothing happened.
Shania waited.
Nothing happened.
She sighed again to herself and slipped back under the sheets. The holiday was not matching up to her expectations. She turned then turned again, eventually finding the sheets far too tight. She tried to slip out but that failed. She pulled at them but it only seemed to make them tighter. Shania groaned aloud. This was insane. She had tied herself up in her own sheets. She lay on her back, looking up at the roof and trying to think calmly of how she would get out. She looked up at the red light. It went green.
The bed started shaking.
"Vi.br.at.ing. B.e.d." she stammered aloud. It made sense of course but the timing was a little off. Very off. The last thing she needed right now was a massage. But it was what she was getting and she was getting it hard. Shania tried to sit up but even that failed. The sheets were still tucked in. She tugged but nothing gave. She tugged again, this time feeling weaker. She kicked her leg slightly then realised it was true. She was going numb. Not in the sense that she was losing feeling but that she was losing movement. The vibrations were paralysing her! Desperately she tried to move but it was to late. Shania was now flat on her stomach, arms by her sides and unable to move a muscle. All her limbs still had full feeling but they refused to move an inch.
What they were feeling felt nice but like the shower it was not appreciated. Just like the shower she was unable to escape and sensitive regions were being.. well sensitised. Her chest was pressed down onto the vibrating mattress which meant her breasts were receiving optimum vibrations. Even as they were Shania could feel the treacherous orbs swelling with the treatment. Even worse was her slightly twisted legs, pressing her crotch right against the mattress, almost opening herself. This meant that the region was being massaged far more than she wanted it too. And already she could feel a wetness that wasn't sweat, soaking into the sheet. She tried to move, tried to fight, tried to ignore it but in the end Shania gave in and decided to enjoy it. After all it wasn't every day you got sex while lying still in bed. It was hot and sweaty business, the tight sheets soon soaking through with her sweat and other liquids but Shania fond that somehow it added to the effect. She panted and groaned, not ashamed to squeal aloud when she came, which wasn't too long. Afterwards she lay there, panting as the vibrations continued. In fact they didn't stop when she hoped they would.
They just kept going even through her post orgasmic relaxation. In fact it wasn't all that long, though long enough for Shania, before the entrance to her now very wet vagina began to tingle again, building and rushing to yet another orgasm. She didn't cry out this time, merely panted and gasped. The vibrations didn't stop though by this point Shania was tired enough to head towards sleep, even with the vibrations. It only took one more orgasm, her fourth that day, to send her fast asleep.
Shania woke up late in the morning, still tangled in the sheets but now able to move. It was a hot morning and a new layer of sweat was starting to build on her one from the night before. It was still raining outside despite the heat. Shania groaned and rolled out of bed. At least she'd slept well after she'd got to sleep. Ignoring the soaked sheets, the fact she was nude and her fear of the shower she walked to it and turned on a cool jet of water avoiding the buttons. She was relieved when she stepped out of the cubicle. Nothing had happened and she'd cooled down a little.
Hopefully there would be no further problems. There weren't. In fact so little happened in the day that Shania was down right bored. She read a book from cover to cover, cooked a little with the supplies in the kitchen, twanged around with a number of songs in her head and even managed to get a little TV watching in before the reception fuzzed out again. It was dark before she knew it. Shania lay back on the couch, listening to the consent drumming of rain on the windows and watching the lamp as it cast its alternating light on the room. It was entrancing for a while but it got boring fast. Shania got up off the couch and headed for the bed room. She'd changed the sheets from the night before and made sure she was going to sleep ABOVE the covers tonight.
It was hot enough anyway. Just sitting around had got her slightly sweaty. She peeled off her tee-shirt and shorts followed by her bra and panties and stood nude in the bedroom. She turned quickly on her heel and headed for the shower. She bathed under the cool water, washing away the grime from her skin. The longer she stayed under the water the better she felt. She cast a glance at the shower head and considered briefly.
"What the hell." Shania shrugged and pushed all three buttons in succession instantly starting the rapid pulse of jets. Rather than hide, Shania opened herself up, letting the water shoot directly onto her breasts, her groin. This time she didn't try to fight it. Instead she welcomed it, letting her mind run free, fantasising. Obviously her working with the machines instead of against them helped. Shania came quickly and she came hard.
As she moaned aloud she leant back against the wall, letting the jets massage her, washing away tension as well as traces of her climax. She was almost disappointed when the jets stopped but she got out just the same. She dried her hair and body then crossed the hallway, tumbling onto the bed and falling fast asleep.
About one in the morning Shania stirred slightly but did not wake. Not as the bed started to vibrate. Not as her body became aroused. Not at her first orgasm. Or even her fourth. She just slumbered peacefully, a soft smile coming to her sleeping features.
Shania sat in the lounge playing her guitar, watching the lamp and trying to ignore the rain o on the windows and the hum of the dryer. It was about time her clothes and sheets had a wash and the only means of getting them dry was a very old, noisy machine in the laundry. She lost track of time, the way she did so often while sitting in the lounge, yet the dryer was still going strong. Putting down her guitar and heading for the laundry Shania cast one more glance at the strange light which spun slowly. The more she watched it the more interesting it became. She might have to ask the house owner where it was from. Shania walked into the laundry looking at the dryer for a few seconds then fiddling with the dials. Unfortunately there seemed to be nothing she could do to turn it off.
"Like everything in this house." she mused aloud.
She sighed and looked to where the dryer reached the wall on the other side of the dryer. Shania reached for it but somehow the switch was past her reach. She rolled her eyes back in disbelief and leant over the dryer, stretching across to flick the switch. The instant her hand gripped the plug she froze. It was not for any conscious reason however, rather that she was being electrocuted. It wasn't painful or damaging but it was enough to make her muscles tense up, disallowing her movement.
Shania felt her twitching body slump against the machine. Her feet were not on the ground and most of her body rested on the top of the machine, crossing diagonally to the plug. This meant that her legs straddled the corner and pressed her directly onto the machine. Shania instantly felt the sensation of the shuddering machine through the thin fabric of her shorts. With her unable to move and the machine pressing firmly into her crotch Shania was sitting on a giant vibrator. It only took half a minute before she rose to orgasm, the spasms of her muscles shaking her to the floor and pulling the plug out as she did. Shania lay on the laundry floor gasping in shock and the climax slowly subsided.
Shania sat in the lounge in a clean pair of shorts wondering what to do next. Things were definitely not right in this place. Everything she did seemed to lead to unwilling masturbation. She was afraid to even use the kitchen now. What seemed worse was the ease with which she was being stimulated, as if she was being conditioned to come on command.
"Get a grip." she said aloud. She tried to breath deeper, not letting her mind get carried away. It was just bad luck and stress. Some holiday this had turned out to be. She slumped on the couch and gazed at the lamp as it spun around and around. At least it was something peaceful to look at. Peaceful... very peaceful. The longer she looked at it the more her mind seemed to drift, wandering through possibilities and dreams. IT was such a pretty light, ever changing.. so pretty...
Shania gasped as a jet of cold water hit her. She looked around her. It was the shower. She was naked. "What the...."
Another jet blasted her and cut off her sentence. She pushed at the door and when that failed she began to pound on it in desperation. She felt so confused, as if she was going mad. One moment she'd been in the lounge now she was here.
"How?"
The only answer from the shower was another jet, warmer this time. Instinctively she covered her breasts and groin, the jets not seeming to hit above her neck. It wasn't long before the pulsing jets were working at full speed, massaging her body into numbness. At least she was able to cover herself a little. She looked to the buttons and shower head but neither were there. Instead a screen covered the wall. Now that she looked, screens covered all the walls above neck height.
"What's going on!" she demanded unable to disguise her fear.
As if in response the screens started pulsing. Shania recognised the patterns as the ones on the lamp. Lights began to swirl around her, pulsing and spinning. Shania had to think twice to stop herself lapsing into a trance like state.
"No!" she shook her head but the lights kept on pulsing just the same. She could feel her skin starting to go numb now, not immobile, just desensitised. "Stop it!" she pleaded.
There was a flash on the screen in front of her. She looked again then made out the words.
HANDS UP.
Shania shook her head in disbelief but they appeared yet again. Looking up she saw two plastic loops hanging from the roof, each looking wrist size.
"No Way!" She refused and threw herself against the door to no avail.
HANDS UP.
"No!" she refused again but doubt was creeping into her mind. It might be the only way. Still the lights were spinning and even though she didn't want them to they were relaxing her a little.
HANDS UP
Shania sighed and took a deep breath of the steamy air. Gritting her teeth se raised her arms and slipped them through the loops. Instantly they tightened, lifting her arms up tight. Suddenly she realised her folly. No longer covered, her body was receiving full assault from the jet pulses. Quickly her bare breasts swelled and her nipples rose to meet the jets. Likewise she was unable to prevent the high pressure blasts which pushed through her dark hair into the tender reaches within. Shania was now helpless to prevent herself from being driven to orgasm. Shania came, her stretched out body twitching and her head thrashing from side to side in defiance. Through the water and sweat which covered her eyes Shania looked at the screen as it flashed.
OBEY
"NO!" Shania screamed and tugged at the bond but they did not break. She felt the jets massaging her body, smelt the relaxing oils seep through the misty air. She could feel from the tingle in her body that a second orgasm was not to far away and others would follow.
OBEY
And the lights were spinning. The lights which were so entrancing. The lights which had hypnotised her for hour on end in the lounge, implanting commands of submission and desire she'd never even known.
OBEY
Shania shivered as she came again. She stared at the spinning patterns. They were so pretty. so pretty.
OBEY
So hard to resist. So nice. It felt so nice. Time just drifted away. Orgasm. so nice.
OBEY
Orgasm.
OBEY
OBEY
"Obey..."
Shania blinked. Instinctively she moved to look at her watch but it wasn't there. She had no idea how long she'd been sitting in the lounge. She was tired though. It was obviously time for bed. It was about eleven in the morning the next day when it stopped raining and the sun finally decided to come out with a vengeance. Shania, sick of the house, decided it was time to get out. She sat on the beach in her black bikini, basking in every moment of sunlight as it came down on her skin. It was so bright that she almost didn't notice the small boat which landed on shore. As she looked closer she saw a man in a tropical shirt and shorts coming up the beach.
"You must be Miss Twain."
"Mrs." she corrected. " Can I help you?"
"I'm Nathan Reed."
"The owner?"
"Yes. Are you enjoying your stay?"
"Well I've been stuck inside for... You know I don't know how long. You have an.. interesting house."
He sat down beside her. Shania looked a him oddly for a second. Somehow he seemed familiar.
"You must really be appreciating this sunshine. Trying to get it on every inch of your skin."
"Yes... I guess so..."
"Do you want me to undo that top?"
For a second Shania thought to protest but something made her stop.
"Yes. Why not?"
Reed casually untied the back of her bikini, letting it fall to her lap. Shania reclined, letting the sun beam down on her breasts. Reed shuffled behind her and gently massaged her shoulders.
"When your done here I can show you the rest of the house Shania."
"I'd like that." she replied dreamily, wondering why his touch felt so good.
He smiled too, knowing his house had broken her down completely. She smiled as he cupped her breasts, fingers rubbing her nipples as they became erect.
"Damn.." she smiled as she turned to kiss him. "I feel like a woman."
And From that moment on she certainly did.
THE END
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