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Helen groaned for the third time in the last five minutes. She was curled up in bed, in the fetal position, burying her throbbing head under the pillow.

It wasn't the first time she'd suffered from one of these pains. It usually happened when she was stressed about an exam or a project that was due sooner than she'd like.

In any other situation, Madeline would hold her, kiss her forehead, and sing softly to calm her. But Madeline wasn't in the bedroom; she was at rehearsals. And she still had half an hour to go before she'd be back. Half an hour that Helen wasn't sure she'd be able to survive.

Helen dragged herself up, lifting her head from the comfort of her pillow, and sat pathetically on the bed, her eyes half-open from the pain. She scanned the room for her pills. On Madeline's bedside table, she spotted a small pink bottle. She got up and picked it up, uncapping it and pouring the contents into her hand. Two pills rolled into it, small and white.

Helen glanced at them without much interest and shrugged. It was probably better than nothing.

She closed the bottle and left it as she had found it so Madeline wouldn't suspect anything. She popped the two pills into her mouth and went to the bathroom, where she drank some tap water to help her swallow them more easily.

Helen let out a sigh and closed her eyes, laying once again on bed with the hope that she would feel better in a matter of minutes.

Madeline hurried to her dorm room, wishing she could get there already so she could shower and crawl into bed to watch a movie with Helen.

The rehearsal had been a complete disaster; three hours of pure musical torture. Madeline still couldn't fathom what brilliant mind had come up with the brilliant idea of ​​doing The Sound of Music for the end-of-year festival at a drama school in California. The worst part?

She was playing Maria.

For Madeline, there was nothing more humiliating than playing an ex-nun singing with seven kids in the woods while fucking Nazis appeared out of nowhere and tried to arrest them. Oh, please. Couldn't they have done Chicago or Cabaret? A real musical where she could showcase her sex appeal and vocal potential?

But no.

Madeline Aston, future Academy Award Winner and Broadway actress, had to yodel while controlling a goat puppet.

She inserted the key into the lock and opened the door, sighing with relief at the thought that she could finally rest. Once again, she couldn't have been more wrong.

The first thing she noticed was that Helen was sitting on her bed.

Wearing only her bra and panties.

That was fucking weird.

She was also panting, crossing her legs tightly, digging her nails into the sheets as if she wanted to stop the impulse that was beginning to overwhelm her.

When she finally noticed Madeline, she lifted her head and looked at her, her cheeks blushing with panic (and maybe even arousal).

“Mmm… Mad?”

Her voice cracked and the nickname sounded more like a moan than a call.

“What… what are you doing here?”

“I don't know, Hel. I just got back from what was easily the worst rehearsal ever, and I found my roommate half-naked in my bed, panting like a dog in heat. Not exactly a normal situation, is it?”
“I… I’m sorry. It's quite hot in here.”

"It's November 20th, Helen."

"Really?" she said, feigning surprise. "Wow, who would have thought?"

She let out a giggled, squeezing her legs even tighter

At first, Madeline was worried to see her in that state. Her first thought was that she had fallen ill and had a very high fever.

But, upon closer inspection (and noticing the small bottle of pills resting on her nightstand), she smiled, realizing what had happened.

She let her bag slip from her shoulder, which fell to the floor with a heavy thud, and she trotted up to her like a little girl eager to play with her new doll. She sat down beside her and could see the look of pure terror in Helen's eyes.

“Oh, Helen, baby… What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… My head hurts a lot. But I already took my pills, so I’ll be fine.”

Madeline smiled, tilting her head.

“Of course you will, darling.”

She then gazed at the little bottle at the night stand and examined it with fake interest.

“And, please be honest, Hel. Did you take one of my pills?”

Helen blushed even more, her eyes fixed on the floor.

“Maybe.”
“Be honest.”
“Yes, I did.” She finally said, her cheeks turning even more pink. “I took two.”
Madeline burst out laughing, staring at her friend as if she couldn't believe how funny (and entertaining) the situation was going to be.

“My head was hurting a lot!” Helen shouted, clearly desperate and embarrassed. “I took two ‘cause I thought that the effect would be quicker and…”

“Oh, God! You thought that an aphrodisiac would help stop your migraine?”

“Well, yes, I…”

Helen went completely pale, even her cheeks lost their color. She turned very slowly towards Madeline, praying to God that she had misunderstood her.
“A… a what?”

Her voice cracked again, which made Madeline laugh even more.

“An aphrodisiac, Hel. Want me to spell it for you?”
“No, no, I…”
Madeline sighed, realizing she didn't have a clue how to spell that word. Helen, on the other hand, seemed to be getting even more nervous. Her breathing quickened, and she dug her nails deeper into the bed.

“Oh, don't be so dramatic, Hel. You’ll be fine. The effects only last about two hours.”
Helen, somehow, went even paler.

“Two hours?!” She squawked. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Madeline laughed even harder, which made Helen punch her on the arm.

“Madeline Louise Ashton, this is not funny.”

“Oh, of course it is, darling!”

She ran her fingers over her face, still laughing as she wiped away the makeup that was running down her cheeks.

"Oh my God, Hel. Try to look on the bright side. What's wrong with being a little horny?"

“What’s wrong with being a little… Mad, are you listening to yourself?”
“Oh, of course I am. What about you.”
She suddenly leaned closer to Helen, resting her hand stained with mascara on Helen’s bare thigh, which made her audibly gasp. Madeline smiled upon confirming her suspicions. Helen was, in fact, really fucking horny and her skin was really sensitive.

“Are you, Hel?” She asked, drawing out the words and using that deep tone of voice that she knew drove Helen crazy. “Are you listening to me? Are you listening to Mommy?”

Helen moaned and squeezed her legs even tighter. Suddenly, she realized that sound she had made and covered her mouth, deeply ashamed. Madeline took her hands in hers.

“Oh, come on, baby. You know you want this, don’t deny it.”

And Helen knew she was right, that was the most humiliating part of the situation.

The fact that she knew that she wanted Madeline to fuck her until she couldn’t even remember her own name anymore, to make her scream in pleasure until she gets hoarse. If Helen had been more… aware, she probably wouldn't have dared to even think such things.

Perhaps Madeline was right, and taking those pills was a good thing.

She looked back at her, her deep green eyes locking in Madeline’s sapphires and Helen felt her breath hitching and she knew that Madeline had noticed.

Of course she had it.

She always did.

Even though she was too fucking horny to think straight, Helen knew Madeline loved seeing her vulnerable.

She'd realized it the day she'd fallen ill and was delirious with fever, and Madeline had been taking care of her. It had easily been the most humiliating moment in Helen's life (after this one, of course). However, it wasn't just humiliating because Madeline had to see her so vulnerable; secretly, Helen was enjoying it more than she'd ever admit.

Madeline’s smile curved slowly, knowingly, like she’d just been handed Helen’s deepest and most dark secret.

“See?” She muttered, stepping closer, her voice even lower. “I knew that you were such a little horny slut, Sharp.”

Madeline suddenly leaned over her, pushing her down until Helen's back sank into the mattress, forcing her legs open. The scent of her own lust quickly filled the room, further pleasing Madeline.

"Are you going to keep squeezing your legs together instead of accepting reality, Helen?"

She moved even closer, her lips practically brushing her ear.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

She caught her by the wrists and she started to rub her body against Helen, making her writhe with pleasure.

“Oh, baby… You're so, so needy… Just tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”
“Mmmm… Mad…”
Madeline bit her lip as she realized that she too was getting quite turned on by hearing Helen moan her name when they hadn't even started.

“Mmm… Mommy,” Helen whimpered, “Mommy… fuck me, please…”

That was all that Madeline needed.

She reached for her nightstand, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a pair of handcuffs with pink fur. Helen had seen them sticking out of Madeline's purse before dates before. But realizing she was going to use them on her was a much stronger, more intense feeling.

Madeline positioned herself over her again, letting the handcuffs slide through her fingers like a pendulum.

"You want to do this, Hel?"

The question was almost offensive.

"Oh, yes, fuck, please," Helen cried.

Madeline laughed. 

She cuffed one of Helen's wrists, then the other, making sure she was immobilized by pinning her hands to the headboard. Once she was certain Helen was completely restrained, Madeline smiled and leaned even closer. She took off her t-shirt and tossed it over her shoulder, not caring where it might land. Helen sighed at the sight of her in her bra, sweaty from their rehearsal and probably from anticipating what was about to happen.

She slowly removed her bra, smiling as she noticed how nervous and desperate Helen was becoming. When she finally did, she brought one of her breasts to Helen's lips.

"Suck."

Helen didn't waste a second. Her lips surrounded Madeline's nipple in a matter of seconds, and she began to suck rapidly, which made Madeline moan. Helen went even wilder at that angelic and wonderful sound, squeezing her legs together even tighter.

Madeline then placed her hand inside Helen's panties, gasping with mock surprise.

"My, my, Helen... Your pussy is soaking wet!"

Helen made a sound against Madeline's breast, wondering if she might faint from pleasure. Madeline smiled again, noticing this. Without warning, she slid a finger inside Helen's cunt, who screamed with pure bliss.

"I knew you were a slut, Sharp," she said, clearly pleased.

“Mm… Oh… God… Mad, I…”

“I’m sorry, baby, but I don’t remember telling you to start mumbling like a fucking idiot.”
She slid another finger and Helen literally jumped.

“In fact… I believe that I told you to just suck my fucking nipple, didn’t I?”

Helen nodded pathetically and started to suck again, moaning and murmuring half-formed words that didn't really make any sense.

Madeline continued caressing her with her fingers, each time with more and more force, listening to how wet Helen was and feeling her suck on her nipple with increasing desperation.

"Oh, please. Don't tell me you're about to come, Helen... We've only just begun."

Helen moaned again in response.

"Maddie… let me come…"

“Oh, I’m sorry, darling. If you really want to come, I’m afraid you’ll need to say the magic word.”
Madeline laughed, genuinely enjoying the moment. She looked up to see Helen's hands twisting against the handcuffs. If it weren't for her hair, her wrists would be covered in chafing.

"I know that right now your pathetic, useless mind can't even form a single thought, darling, but you're going to have to find the right magic word."

“Please…”
“Come on… you know better than that, baby.”
She pressed her thumb against Helen’s clit, which made her scream.

“Mommy!” She suddenly said, “Mommy… let me come… let… let me…”
“Now, that’s so much better!” Madeline said, practically humming.

She moved her fingers faster, squeezed her clit harder, and buried her lips in Helen's neck, beginning to bite her.

The orgasm engulfed Helen's entire body, making her writhe even more on the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Oh, look at you! Are you having fun?” Madeline said, stopping biting her for a moment.

She grabbed her by her chin, forcing her to look at her.

“God, how I love when you have that expression on your face, Hel… That expression that says that you are just a little stupid fucktoy who needs me, aren't you?”
Helen managed to nod, her breathing getting slower and slower.

Madeline smiled, satisfied.

She leaned over Helen once more, finally freeing her from the handcuffs. She took her hands and kissed them tenderly, as if they were sacred.

Helen sighed, beginning to regain control of her body. She still felt a little dizzy (perhaps the effects of the pills hadn't completely worn off), but she was too tired to think about it now.

Madeline put the handcuffs back in the drawer, brushing a strand of hair away from Helen's sweaty forehead. She helped her into bed and Helen instantly snuggled up to her, their bare, sweaty skin caressing each other.

“You’re… really warm,” she whispered, barely awake.

Madeline smiled, brushing her thumb over Helen’s cheek.

“You are not making any sense, baby.”

Helen made another intelligible sound and snuggled even closer against Madeline’s chest, finally falling asleep with a long, dramatic sigh.

Madeline switched off the lamp and hugged her, kissing her temple softly.

“Good night, Hel,” she muttered. “I sincerely hope you take the wrong pills again.”