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Martha Jones Drugged

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"This coffee tastes very well" Martha said, blinking to clear the haze in her eyes. Mr. Willocks continued talking, but his voice was beginning to sound far away, and unfocused. She shook her head, trying to clear the haze.
"Miss Smith, are you feeling ok?" he asked, mocking concern. "Such a clever woman, and as a spy, don't you know never to drink something that isn't yours?" 
Martha gasped "you.. You drugged my coffee? She asked, getting up. She stumbled, but tried to turn away. He legs were feeling numb, and her head was spinning, but she still walked on. 
"Well, I can't be blamed when a spy comes into my office, what can I do? excpecially when they have plans on trying to sabotage my new monsters. go ahead and try to run if you like" He gestured towards the door. Martha took another step as the hallway lurched at an unnatural angel. "You still can't ju.. Just drug someone. Its.. It's not right." Her eyelids were beginning to flicker, feeling heavier and heavier. She took another step but her knees wobbled and she fell, her open blouse exposing her breast. She continued to crawl away, but her arms were so hard to move. She felt her exposed breast against the cold tile floor, and as she looked up she saw him gleaming over her, smiling. then her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out.

The man looked over her unconcious body, and smiled. he ot down on his knees and began to unbutton her blouse, button by button. when eh was finished, he looked at her wonderful breasts in their voluptious glory. her nipples were unhardened, but as he gently pinched them between his thumb and fore finger, they hardened almost instantly, to rock solid.

'well, SOMEONE hasnt been getting any' thought the man, as he kept fingering her breats. the then moved don to her skirt and pulled it off of her wonderful ass and legs. he admired her stickinged legs, even rubbing her inner thoigh slightly, dampening her stockings with an increddible aroma. he sniffed them, then pulled them of as well. sshe was wearing no panties, so he simply began fingering her, which brought on more moaning, until after much juices, suddenly hot fluid poured as her body arched and a load moan escaped her lips. this lasted several seconds, unitl he realized the drug would wear off, and he quickly redressed her, worrying she would wake. but he kept the stocking, as a reminder of the dark beuty that had came in to his office.

I am underage and this is my nickname. This is my mother. You are no longer allowed to have any contact with me. Please never talk to me again so i can stop and get a clean slate