A cold morning

Mckenna woke up to a scream.

Jumping out of bed, she hurried into the corridor, to see Jennifer consoling a soaking wet and sobbing Rachel.

Through chattering teeth, she managed to explain that the hot water had shut off mid-shower, dowsing her instead in cold water. By the time she'd managed to escape from the cubicle, her body temperature has plummeted.

Jen squeezed her tightly to warm her up, ignoring that her breasts were crushed against Rachel's arm.

Now that she was awake, Mckenna realised how cold the house was; or rather, how much colder it was than usual.

It didn't take them long to figure out the problem.

"The boiler has been tampered with!"

"And there's no fire wood!"

Whitney shoved her hands under her armpits and stamped her bare feet as her breath formed small clouds when she exhaled.

"A-a-are they t-t-trying t-t-to freeze u-u-us to d-****?" she wailed, suddenly longing for a warm coat to wrap herself in.

"It's not going to work, we're still not leaving!" Mckenna shouted at the hidden cameras she knew where watching them.

With Rachel still dripping, the quartet huddled together on the rough stone floor, trying to conserve as much body heat as possible.

Mckenna tried to block out that Whitney was unavoidably touching her breast with her hand, while Rachel kept squashing Jennifer's legs whenever she shifted into a more comfortable position.

After waking up, the girls would usually start their day with a trip to the bathroom, followed by breakfast. But as they were too cold to move, it wasn't long before their stomachs began to rumble, and they involuntarily twitched at the steadily growing pressure inside their bladders.

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Whitney jumped when she heard the flap of the letter box.

Extricating herself from the ball of naked girls, she staggered to her bare feet and stretched her cramped muscles. Feeling light-headed with hunger, and starting to perspire with the effort of not wetting herself, Whitney used furniture and walls for support until she reached the front door.

Crouching down, she retrieved a letter, which she read out to the others:

"Dear Jennifer, Rachel, Whitney, and Mckenna,

The easiest way for you all the warm up is to collect your clothes from the village, but if you don't fancy that, we can offer an alternative for two of you.

All you need to do is split into two teams, and have a snowball fight. The winners will recieve a box of goodies to banish those shivers from your bare bodies. The losers; well, you'll find out!

Or you can stay nice and cold inside.

Have fun!"