Perilous Rose Ch. 02

Hello, this is chapter two of Perilous Rose. My first story on Literotica. I hope you enjoy and I value feedback so don't feel shy to tell me your thoughts. Keep checking my profile for any news of future chapter drops. Enjoy!

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Rose Meadows, eight hours into her shift, had to fight the urge to run out the door screaming. The day started off well enough, in fact it started off fantastic. She woke up luxuriating in the arms of her lover, who evidently was not a morning person if the cute snores and total lack of response to any all external stimuli were anything to go by.

She made a hearty breakfast which she made sure to share with Mr. Milchick, her landlord and more importantly a grandfather figure. It was there that she took the time to have a long honest conversation about her feelings and more importantly expectations regarding Emily moving forward. Even if it brought her down to earth a little she had to admit that the talk with Mr. Milchick helped her process her feelings and settle some unrealistic expectations she might have been subconsciously harboring.

Questions like, What did she want next? A relationship? Or a friend with benefits? What happens when creepy Greg becomes a factor again? Was Rose even in the right mindset for a relationship? What does a relationship with nurse hours and GED classes look like?

She didn't get a chance to ponder these questions properly because she got a call from the clinic. There was a big accident involving a trailer and a pile up on the main road leading to town, over 40 people injured. Lode tree was a small city with around 3 small hospitals and a few clinics so they offloaded patients to the clinic Rose worked in. Obviously they were short staffed and needed all hands on deck.

Mr. Milchick who was sitting across from Rose at the time didn't hesitate, he pulled on his jacket and told Rose he would be waiting for her in the parking lot.

There was no time for Rose to dress inconspicuously as usual, she had to make do with a simple shirt and jeans. It was an emergency anyway she reasoned, no one would care what she looked like.

With hindsight this was perhaps the biggest error in judgement Rose had ever made, and that was saying something considering she had lost a full ride scholarship.

On the way to the medical center they observed no less than 3 ambulances screaming past them. Roadblocks had been set up at various intersections keeping the roads clear of anyone apart from the ambulances and medical personnel which meant Rose had to flash her work badge twice for them to be allowed past. When they pulled up to Westside Medical Centre Rose had to do a double take at the chaos that met them.

Westside was located at the edge of town, near the decommissioned factory. Its original purpose was to treat the factory workers owned by the Crescent Medical group. When the factory shut down and Crescent moved towns, the clinic doctor at the time didn't want to move. Anette Taylor Colson had found a home in Lode tree and wanted to settle permanently so she bought the clinic for cheap and became one of three operational clinics at the time. That was over twenty years ago.

In the five years Rose had worked here, working from junior CNA to assistant floor manager she had never seen the parking lot of Westside look like the disaster zone it resembled now.

A bus was parked with its rear doors open vomiting bloody people in various states of distress. Rose could see her fellow nurses had set up triage outside to deal with them, two nurses were evaluating and tagging according to level of injury and directing the code black's into the first floor which had apparently become an extension of the ER. It was a good start but she could already see where cracks were appearing.

The two nurses were juniors and they took too long to form a cursory diagnosis, to make matters worse the EMT's sitting around looking dazed and lost. There was so much noise, screaming, crying and sobbing into a cacophony that made communication practically impossible.

Rose had felt a headache coming as she watched a resident fumble with a basic stint as their patient screamed in pain.

Some police officers had set up a cordon to keep out the news cameras and distraught arriving family members trying to see their loved ones. It was there that they stopped Mr. Milchick's car, indicating they should go around or park elsewhere.

Rose didn't hesitate. She flashed her badge and took off towards the junior nurses and residents.

On her way she snagged a bullhorn on a police car, ignoring the shouts, she climbed the car onto the bonet. Some people were staring at her including the police men screaming at her to get down, but most of them were still oblivious to her existence.

She took a deep breath and shouted, "EVERYBODY QUIET!"

Amazingly, the noise quietened almost immediately.

They stared at her incredulously, but Rose didn't care at that moment. Her heart was pounding, she could feel how dry her mouth was. At the back of her mind she chafed at the wrongness of having the attention of over 50 people at once. The attention felt like a physical weight.

For the first time she felt sensations in her mind that she had never felt before. Panic, grief, helplessness all wrapped in a nauseating mix that she felt all at once. With a start she realized she was feeling the emotions of the crowd. How was this possible? She didn't have time to ask.

She took another deep breath and pushed it all down. Slowly but surely the weight receded and all her focus went into organizing the chaos in front of her. She set herself and channeled her nurse instructor's drill voice and started barking orders rapid fire.

"IF YOU CAN WALK, MOVE TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PARKING LOT!"

"EMT'S, STOP TWIDDLING YOUR THUMBS AND HELP THE RESIDENTS TRIAGE."

JUNIOR RESIDENTS, FROM NOW ON YOU DEAL WITH YELLOW'S AND LEAVE THE RED'S TO THE SENIORS!"

"POLICE OFFICERS, GET THESE PEOPLE OUTTA HERE. SHOOT ANYONE THAT CROSSES THAT CORDON IF THEY'RE NOT CURRENTLY INJURED OR SICK"

There was a moment of stunned silence before people started moving.

The officers pushed back the crowd who suddenly cooperated. The junior residents and nurses worked together to efficiently tag the patients. Rose took a moment to make sure things were moving in the right direction before she went to join the residents on the field. In her total focus she didn't notice how everyone seemed to work together almost too well, with her at the centre of it all, like a nucleus of a cell.

In the next hours Rose marshalled the group outside into a well oiled machine. Residents sutured, stinted and wrapped all sorts of injuries with precision and poise. When one patient was done with they moved to a nearby tent for rest where they met with the worried loved ones. All code reds were stabilized and moved inside to any open space that could accommodate them.

There were some hiccups here and there, like the middle aged woman with a crushed windpipe, she started asphyxiating and the resident attending panicked when she couldn't get the oxygen mask on properly. Rose smoothly stepped in and guided her through an on field intubation, making sure to hold the patient's hand throughout. It was touch and go for a bit but she pulled through, and the attending who Rose learnt was called Mary, gained some confidence that helped her get through a surgery getting shrapnel out of another patient.

Hours later, here she was staring at her reflection in the women's locker room. She looked about the same as she felt, haggard and haunted. Her hair stuck to her scalp, her eyes had bags under them and her shirt was stained with untold body fluids. The mess outside couldn't compare with the mess inside however, she felt like she had been roughly squeezed and wrung out repeatedly then tossed aside. Her hands hadn't stopped shaking and every time she closed her eyes she was back there, deep inside someone's guts screaming for a suction to see exactly where the intestines had raptured.

She had worked on over 40 people by her estimate yet it felt like over a hundred for how exhausted she was. So much suffering and death and she hadn't even begun to unpack the mystery of how she was apparently feeling other people's emotions.

She shook her head and splashed her face with water. Obviously she had gone through a harrowing ordeal, she definitely couldn't trust anything she may or may not have felt. What she needed right now was to shower and find a way home so she could sleep for about a week. If that sounded suspiciously like running from difficult questions about her sanity then it was nothing but a coincidence, she reasoned.

"Boo!"

Rose jumped about a foot in the air in surprise.

She turned to find the 2nd floor manager Linette staring at her with a small grin on her angular face. Linette was as close to a friend as a colleague from work could be. Which is why Rose chose not to get offended when Linette bent over laughing at her reaction.

"Bahaha... you should have seen your face!" she choked out, "You're looking at a mirror, how the hell did I scare you?"

Rose could feel the blush creeping up her neck even as she tried to halfheartedly beat Linette to death with her fists. She finally gave up and turned away with a dignified huff.

"Shut up! It's probably your weird asian ninja skills," Rose squeaked.

"Or it's the fact that you're an oblivious white ass!" she howled back.

Was that slightly racist? Maybe? But Linette didn't care, she knew Rose wasn't anything of the sort and jokes like that between them were what made them friends in the first place. Linette was the first person to invite Rose to after work drinks over 7 years ago and their friendship had been going strong ever since.

Several moments later after Linette had finally composed herself, they sat leaning on each other in companionable silence on a bench nearby. Usually Linette was a chatterbox, talking incessantly about this or that, but today even she was physically and mentally drained after the day they'd had.

That's how the other women found them. The last of the patients had finally been stabilized and even though it was an all hands on deck situation, the state had sent some out of town residents and nurses to relieve them. That meant that the nurses and doctors who had just done an eighteen hour shift like Rose could go home.

Rose heard in passing that the founder herself, Ms. Taylor, had pulled a few strings to get them some doctors and nurses on loan from her contacts in Crescent medical group. Another reason in the long list of reasons for Rose to thank God for giving her such a cool boss.

Rose sighed as she realized that they would have to get up to change and shower. It was while she was mentally gathering herself to get moving that a thought occurred to her. The rest of the ladies were already getting clothes off and heading to the showers. They gave no thought to stripping naked in public as they should, they were all adults and medical practitioners to boot, nothing about the human body embarrassed them when they had accomplished feats such as delivering babies and performing colonoscopies.

No, the thought that hit Rose like a punch to the gut was that there were only six showers, and Rose could count over twenty people in this locker room, with more on the way. That meant that they would definitely have to share.

Maybe she could go home and shower there, Rose thought desperately. She turned to Linette to tell her that and her brain short circuited at the sight of her friend's bare breasts. She kept going as well, calmly unbuttoning her trousers, revealing the smooth expanse of creamy thigh and at the juncture of those thighs was a close shaved bush that a pair of lips peaked through.

Rose felt her pulse in her ears and her mouth was suddenly thick with saliva. That curious awareness of the feelings of the people around her resurfaced with a renewed vigor. This time it felt different... it felt... hungry...

Linette turned away revealing her pert buttocks. She bent over to put her neatly folded clothes on the bench and Rose could have sworn her vulva had a light sheen coating it.

Rose swallowed hard.

"C'mon babe, out of those clothes." Linette said.

When Rose stood there woodenly she sighed with exasperation and started unbuttoning her shirt with a calm precision. Despite Rose's indignant sputtering and flailing hands which Linette calmly slapped away, Rose found herself standing naked in front of her petite asian colleague.

"Hmm...," Linette hummed, eyeing Rose. "Wow, were you always this fuckin hot?"

Her words pierced the hum of conversation like a bomb and everyone turned to stare at them, Rose in particular.

Rose thought instant death would have been the best thing that could have happened to her at that moment. Somehow it got worse, the other ladies drifted closer and also began inspecting Rose. She started feeling their emotions again, a growing cloud of mostly interest and more astoundingly arousal began to suffuse the area around her. It wasn't as strong as when she stood in front of the crowd out there, but it felt like she was more sensitive to it since she was so empty, like a hungry shark tasting blood in the water.

Her body began to respond almost immediately. Her nipples quickly hardened, her skin's sensitivity magnified until every touch felt like a caress that ignited the pleasure centres in her brain. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her arousal rose, every breath deeply infused with the emotions of the gaggle of women around her. She needed to get out of there, she reasoned, with her thoughts growing clouded and her arousal clouding her thoughts, if she stayed much longer there was no telling what she would do.

"Wow, you smell really good"

"Whoa! What the hell?"

"Wow!"

"What's that perfume babes?"

Suddenly, the crowd pressed in further until she couldn't fully stretch her hands out without touching someone. Rose could smell the scent in the air, pleasant like lavender spice, it was also obvious the source was Rose's own arousal. Somehow she knew her vaginal juices had begun secreting a pheromone that heightened the crowd's nascent arousal. She didn't have time to analyze the impossibility of that thought, yet she instinctively knew it was true.

The hands became more aggressive, Martha from bloodworks squeezed her ass, Rose turned to slap her hands away only for Leia, an anesthesiologist who moonlighted as a junior powerlifter, to tweak her left nipple. Someone moaned, it could have been Rose herself, she didn't know. Her mind was gone, drunk with the arousal that battered her mind incessantly from all sides.

There was a tight ring of women around Rose constantly groping and squeezing her. The other women broke off into separate groups, foursomes and threesomes. Around Rose were three women, Linette, beefy Leia, and a petite mousy woman named Martha. Rose was pretty sure Martha had a husband, but the way Martha was looking at her with hunger in her eyes she could have sworn Martha was a raging lesbian.

Linette's hands snaked around Rose's neck and suddenly they were fervently kissing. Their tongues dueled and swapped copious amounts of saliva as they each tried to do their best to swallow each other's tongues. They briefly separated to gasp for air, staring deep into each other's eyes. They both seemed to come to the realization that they were crossing a line and this was the last chance to stop before they did something they could never come back from.

Linette moved first, her fingers found Rose's mound and ran across her lips. Rose gasped as pleasure traveled like lightning from her pussy directly to her brain, her legs buckled and Leia with her strong arms smoothly supported her all the way to the floor. The girls wasted no time in joining her on the floor. Linette went straight for her pussy, Leia's head went to her chest and Martha joined her, suckling hard on her left nipple. In all that time Linette kept her fierce gaze on Rose, somehow they hadn't broken eye contact and that didn't change even as Rose felt a finger slowly part the folds of her pussy.

Her walls ardently gripped the invading digit and Rose felt every inch to her core. When her finger was in her up to the knuckle, she paused, letting Rose adjust a bit to the feeling of being invaded by her oldest friend then she dragged it out equally slowly until Rose felt an aching emptiness.

Thus began a slow torturous rhythm with that single finger in and out of her centre driving her mad with need. Leia and Martha seemed to be in on it as well, they trapped her hands with their bodies and matched Linette's pace with their licking. When Rose quickly grew frustrated and tried to shift her hands free, Leia easily held her down and Martha would briefly accelerate her ministrations and even include a little nibbling to pacify her. When Rose would settle down, so would the women's efforts around her. They worked as a unit, building and building Rose towards a wonderful orgasm then when she was right there they pulled her from the edge.

It was maddening.

"Please!" Rose gasped out, her body felt like it was burning. She was on the brink, she just needed a little push.

"More please I'm begging you!" she begged again.

Linette's burning gaze softened.

As if it was exactly what she was waiting for, another finger joined the first. Linette ratcheted up the pace and the mouths on her nipples tightened and sucked hard like a vacuum. Rose screamed and bucked as the pleasure surged higher than ever. Her vision whitened around the edges and her body drew taught at the edge of release.

The whole room seemed to pause with anticipation, eerily in sync, it felt like they were all at the very edge with Rose.

Then Linette's mouth clamped on her clit and sucked hard.

Rose screamed as she felt her mind come undone.

She was nothing and everything. She didn't exist and yet she was everywhere. All the women's backs in tandem, mouths open in a silent scream that seemed to echo in everyone at the same time. Impossibly, they rode the waves of the orgasm as one single entity, somehow connected, sharing, amplifying and echoing between each other sensations.

For the first time in her life Rose experienced what it felt like to be one with other people. To merge consciousness so seamlessly that she couldn't tell where she started and where she ended.

When she came to, it was to a room full of unmoving insensate women. Linette, Martha and Leia were cuddling with her. Rose sighed, she was so tired she didn't have the energy to deal with the tangle of limbs she found herself in. Besides, her mind churned with the feeling of satiation that transcended her physical senses. Her core, the term she tentatively gave to that thrumming well of ethereal energy in her chest, was full. The sensitivity to the emotions of the people around her seemed directly tied to it.

Her mind spun with the multitude of questions swirling around in her thoughts. What the heck was she? Was it some kind of freak mental illness? Did she need to check herself into the hospital? What about the way she affected the people around her? Was she a danger to the people around her?

The door burst open, snapping Rose out of her musings. Emily stood there mouth agape as she took in the scene in front of her.

Her eyes met Rose's. They stared at each other. Rose's mouth opened and closed as she tried to fathom how she could even begin to explain what Emily had walked into. Emily shook her head and strode purposefully towards Rose. Rose turned away, she was ready for what was surely an admonishment or even a slap. Before Rose could panic in earnest however, she felt Emily's emotions clear as day.

She wasn't mad. In fact she wasn't even angry or shocked to see Rose in this situation. She felt... resigned, mixed with heightened anxiety and a growing panic.

"Rose! Get up quick. You have to get out of here!" Emily hissed. "You don't have much time!"

"What?" Rose groaned out. "Why? What's going on?"

Emily's eyes were wide with panic, her words came out so rapidly that Rose was struggling to keep up.

"Why aren't you moving yet?" Emily continued as if she hadn't heard her. Her words tumbled over each other in her haste. "If you move fast enough you'll be on the highway in five minutes. I can buy you the ten minutes it will take for you to leave Lodetree now that the roads should be clear."

"Wait, slow down I don't get--"

Rose gasped.

A sudden spike of pain lanced through her head. The shirt she was holding slipped through her fingers.

A sharply dressed man knocked on the open door. Like he'd always been there. He was tall and thin, but no matter which angle Rose tried to look from his face stayed out of focus. All she got was a weird impression of any other generic Caucasian male. Her mind seemed to shy away from picking out any distinct identifiable features.

"Hello," he said, voice calm and robotic. " Rose Meadows, my name is Detective Kriven. By authority of the East-North-East Enclave, Magical Crimes Division, you are under arrest for the suspected use of demon magic on civilians. Please comply or I will be forced to subdue you."

"What the hell?"