Taming the Ice Queen

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2)Rose stared at the ceiling of her dorm room.

Even with a thousand college students traipsing in and out at all hours, the place was way too quiet! She was having serious trouble adjusting to life on the outside. It was not the big things like being able to come and go as she pleased, or not having metal bars, chain link fence, razor wire and guards around her that bothered her.

The little things were making her crazy. On the inside she could not go anywhere before morning count, on the outside her feet wanted to stand at the side of her bunk until the doors opened and she stepped out for count, where she had to stand in place until the whole section cleared count. It was the carpet under her feet, and not the ugly stained concrete of the unit that triggered her to realize that she was somewhere strange and needed to think for a moment. That frustration was constant and cutting.

There was that annoying boy who ignored her! Inside, she was a bad little b***h who other women respected, if not feared outright. Rose knew she could beat almost any other woman’s ass with her fists, and make a group regret picking her as a target, but she was not a convict anymore, she was on parole and in the free-world. She was respected even before the whole powers thing happened and she became truly powerful and untouchable. He treated her with a passive, not contempt, but maybe it was indifference, that just annoyed the hell out of her. He was like a splinter under her fingernail; she could pretend to ignore him, but her mind kept looping back around to him irritating her.

He was older than the boys in her class were. Maybe that was why he caught her eye. That may be why he was a little standoffish too. Maybe he looked at her as just another annoying college kid, like she viewed the rest of her peers.

What the hell was he doing shaking her hand! On the inside, you could not touch anyone or some jealous b***h would drop a report and get you in trouble, just to make you miserable. And it was like 'a handshake'? That was such a tease! It was like saying, 'hi, you're here, I'm here, but you're not good enough for more.'

The whole thing irritated Rose to the core, for some reason.

Then there was her roommate. The girl was the nicest, cutest, sweetest, little, cheerleader, prom-queen, preppy type! She might weigh a whole ninety pounds soaking wet, but she snored like a lumberjack! It was like there was a whole road crew over there on the other side of the cramped room cutting trees and laying gravel.

Then there was all the crap the little girl brought. She literally brought a moving van!

Since she was sixteen, Rose spent the last seven years of her life in a cage with a single plastic trunk for all of her worldly possessions. Everything from letters from home, to her radio, toiletries and her two changes of clothes, fit in that trunk which she kept locked all the time, because it was a demerit if a guard found her locker left unlocked. The little b***h took that as invitation to poach Rose's closet space!

That kept up until Rose froze the door shut and the encroaching contents behind the sliding door into a solid block of ice. That got her attention! She may not be using it, but it was still hers!

Rose had to carefully and very slowly explain the rules to the little delinquent about the way the world worked. The simple, 'my side, your side' did not sink into her prissy little skull. The unpowered little girl tried to give her lip, but Rose struggled, did not freeze her running little mouth shut, and maintained her composure before making her point final.

Rose also desperately wanted a long, hard, throbbing d**k in her too! She was only sixteen when she got in trouble and went away. All her male experience was with a few kisses, some feels and one less than spectacular short-lived relationship; the relationship was fine, but they were both young and neither knew what they were doing.

Of course, it was that relationship and the little b***h that he was cheating with that got her in trouble in the first place! Her fury frothed high and disturbed her calm the more she thought about it.

She sighed, thinking about her promise to herself to find a new direction for herself, and to not go back down that road in her life. She had lots of fun with other girls, but messing with women inside was too gross, you never knew where those nasty lying bitches had been or what you would catch messing with those hoes.

There was news floating around that powered people could not catch the same diseases anymore. There was something about the cell receptors, and how they changed suddenly, by the addition of the isotopes that powered people. It made it so that virus and infections could not catch a hold and transmit anymore. It was weird and recent, but the news was all babbling about it. They kept crying about how it was really too early for full clinical whatevers to determine true causes, and none of that s**t really made much sense to her, beyond the ‘might not get sick anymore’ part. There was even talk that certain cancer patients were recovering, if the cancer had not already irreparably damaged their internal organs, and that helped her Gran, which she liked.

She amended that the news was babbling about it if they were not talking about the c*****e in the Middle East.

Under her sheets, Rose slipped her hand under her top, caressed her smooth belly and up to massage her breast. Then she tweaked her n****e and suppressed a groan. She could not resist anymore and slid her other hand down into her comfortable shorts.

She thought it was going to be easy, but finding a man worth her time was driving her to distraction! Her Gran kept telling her, 'only a man worth your time, this time, Rose!'

After seven years, all she wanted was a healthy, handsome, rich, powerful, in shape, and loving man, who would take her and f**k her until she forgot her name, while she could lounge by their pool and work as she pleased! That was really not that much to ask!

She had superpowers! How could it be so hard?

These little high school boys running around the dorm humping every girl they saw turned her stomach. Looking at them, she got the same queasy stomach clenching feeling she got when her mother made her eat Brussels sprouts. The vegetables were not bad themselves, and served their purpose as a vegetable. Rose just did not want them because she felt the situation with her mother forced her to take them, the vegetables that is, not the boys. The little boys were the same way though, forced on her. They were not what she wanted.

She wanted more and was going to get it even if she had to wait!

But waiting was a total misery!

The orientation days for incoming freshman were a tease and misery too. All she wanted to do was set her standards and find a man who met them but here she was watching a veritable orgy going on as boys and girls humped each other's legs in public and rarely slept in their own beds.

Then there were the little delinquent boys who kept trying to play grabby with her. She felt her jaw clenching as memories of her downfall slammed home, thanks to their similarities to the cheating jerk who got her in trouble in the first place. After she promised to and then froze the first to the floor, his feet in ice, so she could get away without wrecking his balls with her knee, the rest swarmed her as if she was a celebrity.

Her attempt to swat the little boys away only made it worse!

She wanted to scream! She was not interested in a bunch of whiny kids begging her for a piece of tail from her! Rose wanted, needed, a man!

Rose found her kitty, and worked herself forward and back, until she started to feel better. She sighed and groaned contentedly in her mouth as she started to feel better. She squirmed as her finger picked up her wet and she started getting slick everywhere else. She curled two fingers into herself and enjoyed the fullness that gave her.

Rose smiled as she remembered the hazy images of her almost forgotten first d**k.

Unbidden, she thought about Alex, and wondered how big his d**k was. She felt her lips pull up in a smile as she daringly slipped a third of her thin little fingers into her throbbing kitty. She smiled a crooked smile as she wondered if his d**k was anywhere near as big as her three fingers. Rose thought about a giant d**k and him on top of her, taking her.

Her breath caught and she quickened her pace, but this time keeping her fingers shoved into her kitty, her left hand found her happy little clitty and ran the bumpy hills and valleys of her fingers back and forth over her slick-wet little bump, sending good vibrations all the way up her spine.

Rose pressed her head back into her pillow, as her jaw hung low and mouth open. Her body tensed, but her right leg and butt trembled as she frigged herself hard. Her phantom lover threw his head back and shared his imagined o****m with her, as Rose came hard, rolling and moaning into her pillow.

She slowly licked her fingers clean, between panting into the corner by her head.

She made up her mind. She was going to f**k that man. She was going to have him even if she had to kill him, stuff him, and mount a big rubber d**k on him!

Her roommate was still snoring like a lumberjack, but Rose no longer cared. She rolled over to face the open room and sighed at the temporary content she felt. She closed her eyes, pulled her warm covers closer and nuzzled in to sleep.