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The knockout job.

Brian was unemployed and very lazy, he was 25 and mostly stayed inside playing video games rarely looking for a job, his stepmother was looking through the papers when she found an article " subjects wanted! Is your son a layabout? Well bring him here to our facility and let us show him what lazyness does to people! We are currently involved in tests practicing pressure point and smother knockouts, we even delve a little into the effect of fetish knockouts, seeing how much of it he can take, if you ever wanted Revenge on your dick of a son this is the job for him, and the pay is over 5000 a month, which goes directly to you! I'm also guessing that he isn't reading this, well don't worry, our website posts a fake job offer to entice him,so bring him over and you can even watch as the knockouts unfold! " she smiled widely, " fuck yes! " she yelled imagining her lazy son getting knocked out.

She saw her son playing games and brought him the computer, " here son, I've found a job for you" " about damn time, I've nearly finished all my games," he grumbled and looked at the website " come to our facility! We are offering an exciting opportunity to work with young people like you! All you have to do in this job? Well we will offer you a large sum of money to play video games all day! " " Holy hell yes! Can you take me there please? " he begged, " yeah sure" she said smiling.

The next day they arrived to a massive building advertising brand new games. " this is gonna be so fun!" he said to himself. They entered to find a beautiful woman twiddling with her hair, her shirt seemed to barely cover her enormous breasts " oh hello... How can I help you?" she asked " hello, I saw your" advertisement" the mother said winking " so here is my son, eager and ready" the receptionist winked back at her " well welcome my friend, here let me shake your hand" she said as she stood up, she was wearing a very short skirt, Brian was practically drooling, she went to shake his hand but " accidentally" tripped onto him, her hands went to his neck and she immediately applied pressure, he fell down like a sack of potatoes, the two women laughed " so are you staying for the full first day?" the receptionist asked " screw the first day I'm staying for the full term" " that's perfectly acceptable we actually have apartments free of charge for you, well I'll get this guy all set up, there's a viewing room for you to observe our full tests" " will he be able to see me?" she asked " honey you won't only be able to see him you can join in if you want" she said as the receptionist dragged her unconscious stepson away.

Brian woke up groggy, his surroundings eventually cleared and he found himself in what looked like a large blue gym room, various equipment lay scattered around, at the end of the room was a big glass window, his stepmother was on the other side smiling happily

" Yay! Your finally awake" said a voice, turning round he saw a beautiful woman, she had long caramel coloured hair, a stunning figure and breasts he just wanted to put his head in between, " as you've probably guessed by now the advertisement you read was fake, this is a six month trial period where we will test the effects of every knockouts we can think of, from wrestling moves to cartoons we're gonna see of they actually work" she said. Brian needed to get out, he looked at the room trying to find a way out, as if Reading his mind the beautiful woman shook her head, " no way out I'm afraid, now for the first test we'll go for something classic" she said and suddenly ran upto him with surprising speed and punched him in the face THWACK! was the sound his stepmother heard as she watched her son sway from side to side. Brian was seeing stars, he smiled dumbly at them and tried to grab them " owwwwwww" he said and fell backwards, landing spread eagled on the floor, out cold. The beautiful woman picked up a pad " swayed for approximately ten seconds, fell backwards, is now completely unresponsive" she said using her bare foot to move his head from side to side. As his stemother watched in gleeful anticipation watching her idiot son fall unconscious she felt a twinge in her crotch and her nipples hardened, could watching her son being knocked out actually be turning her on?...

The beautiful woman, meanwhile had grabbed a blackjack from a corner of the room, she got a bottle of water and poured it on his face, he woke up instantly and stood up " what's happening?!" he said " work dear" she said and whacked him with the blackjack, his body immediately became slack, his tongue lolled out and his eyes crossed "w....Where's the ketchup lollipop I think the library is closed" his muttered while trying to walk, another sharp jab and he fell flat on his face, unconscious and drooling. While the woman went back to her notes the stepmother tried to steady her breathing, she'd now become quite wet down south and her nipples had fully hardened, she knew she shouldn't be liking it This much but she couldn't help it, it was giving her immense sexual pleasure watching him be knocked out and she wanted to do it, she wanted to knock him out, she wanted to smother him unconscious with her tits and ass, she wanted him to suffer, a nurse suddenly stepped forward " we're nearly at the end of our first day, I know what you want to do I can see it in your eyes, get undressed, I'll look after your clothes while you go and show him who's boss.

The beautiful woman watched as her nurse spoke to the stepmother, " and now for our final knockout of the day... Which I'm guessing will be a smother ko" she said and left the room

Rachel the stepmother stepped into the gym, she was completely naked, and she was now very wet and horny. She kicked him a little, he groaned as he woke up, " what happ...mrfhhhhh!" was all he said as she locked her legs around him, his head buried In her pussy, he squirmed but it was no good " that's it dickhead, feel my pussy as I knock you the fuck out, oh this is going to be fun, for so long now you've treated me like crap.. Now it's my turn!" his arms had begun to slow, he tried to grab anything but only succeeded in grabbing her ass " oh yeahhh that's it! " she said as she pushed him further into her, she screamed as she came, Knocking him out In the process. She stood up, his face was covered in juices. " oh no, your good for one more, now get up" she said shaking him, he stood up groggily she threw an uppercut at him, it actually made him lift off the ground and fall backwards, he was unconscious before he even hit the ground. " sweet dreams... Dick" she said laughing as she closed the door behind her.

END OF PART 1.
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Summer time had finally come back around and me and my favorite Latin girl went hiking in the mountains. She told me about a creek people go to and have cookouts as if they were at the beach. It was hot that day, so I was looking forward to see the creek. We drove up high windy roads that turned narrow. We parked under a tree in a very small neighborhood. Houses people used for vacation I assumed. We happened to be not too far from the creek. I could already hear the soothing sound of the waterfall from where we parked. As we walked towards the creek we both recalled the time she fainted at my house. She knows I have the sleepy fetish and so she laughed and smiled and gave me a look that said she was hot for me. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed. She looked at me and said, "It's so hot I might faint right now." I squeezed her frenched her, biting her lip as I pulled away. We finally get to the water and cooled off immediately. We splashed each other with water and kissed over a thousand times. Soaked in dirty creek water. We sat on a log that was over a stream. We had the perfect mix of sun and shade to dry off. We decided to walk back to the car, only the hill we had to walk over was very steep and high and sun was beating down on it. Without even thinking about it we started to walk to the car. I took off my shirt and only hadmy black basketball shorts on and black shoes. She had an old t shirt on, again one of mine. Black tights that stopped at the ankle, and black flip flops. Her hair tied in a ponytail, looking very cute and sexy as always. The walk up the hill was rough but we made it to the car. I leaned against the trunk as she walked towards me. She looked exhausted, I reached out to hold her as she looked faint. Her eyes were low and she was moving slow. She denied my help and said she was okay. Suddenly she falls into my arms, limp like jello. I almost let her fall to the ground as she was slipping out out my arms. The girl has fainted once again. I held her up and kissed her lips. I stroked her forehead and shook her limp sexy body. Her arms dangling, her big breasts in my face. I carried her in my arms and put her in the back seat of the car. She was totally unconscious. Vunerbale and unsuspecting. I had to have her and so I took her. She came to before I finished. A loud moan came out of her and it turned me on so much I let go. I kissed her till I was finished realising. Her arms slipped down and I continued to kiss her. It got really hot in the car and I asked if she was ready to go back outside. She nodded yes and we kissed. I open the door and we stepped outside. She looks at me, jumps onto me and gives me a big kiss, pulls back, takes a deep breath, then fainted in my arms again.

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It was a bright spring day and this girl I had been seeing decide to come visit me at my house to relax after a long night of work. She looked tired, but she was so cute with her hair tied in a bun, black tights that hugged her thick thighs, a black shirt (one of mine she stole), and her black slip on's that immediately slipped off when she walked through the door showing off her soft beautiful feet. A light skinned curvy Latina from Central America. Long black hair, big brown eyes that shinned so bright they touched your soul. Soft luscious lips, and soft creamy skin. She came inside and I greeted her with a hug and kiss. She said she was so exhausted but she wanted to rest in bed with me. We fell asleep for about an hour, we both woke up hungry and thirsty. We walked to the kitchen and she opened up the fridge and I noticed her eyes fluttered. Some how I knew she was going to fall, so I reached out and caught her as she suddenly fell backwards. The sound of her sole sliding off the kitchen floor turned me on. She was conscious but she looked dizzy. I asked her if she was okay and gave her a cup of water and held her close as she drank it. She said she was a little dizzy, I wanted her to lay down in bed again. On the way there she stopped walking. I held her hand, she had the other hand on her head, she put her head down and started to wobble. Again I asked if she was okay. Suddenly she sighs and faints onto the floor. When she hit the floor she let out a sexy sigh. She landed on her back, I went down and tried to revive her. I patted her cheeks and kissed her lips. I called out her name but she wasn't walking up. I lifted her limp body up. Her arms and head dangled down. She awoke as I picked her up. She placed her arms around me, her eyes low with a dizzy confused look in them. I told her that she fainted, and that I needed to take her back to bed. We began walking towards the hallway, and right at the entrance of it she fainted again. This this I played with her feet and kissed her chest. She was so venerable I couldn't help myself. She came to as I was kissing her lips. She kissed me back and placed her hand on my cheek. Her eyes were still closed as I pulled away. She was so weak, breathing so heavily. I picked her up again and before we entered the bedroom she fainted again, this time on me making both of us fall back. I was able to keep her from hitting the floor but now her limp body was sprawled on me. I sat both of us up and lifted her up again. She was still unconscious. I put her arm around me and cradle carried her into the bedroom and onto the bed. I patted her face and called out her name again trying to revive her but she wouldn't come to. She was out this time, so I began to have my fun. And in the middle of my fun she opened her eyes slightly, just to roll them back again and pass out.

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It was 6:10pm and raining. Andrea grumbled as she stood outside the offices of Dr Victoria Reynolds. "Why was she always late?" she wondered. Her girlfriend Tina had a 5pm meeting with Dr Reynolds each week and was always late out. Normally Andrea would wait in town for her or walk home, but now in the pouring rain she'd decided to dash to the office's and wait outside under the porch, then they could share a cab home. 
 
Only the light on in reception and one lit window on the third floor which Andrea presumed was Dr Reynolds office, the rest of the building was cloaked in darkness. Andrea looked at the shiny metal plaque on the wall whilst chewing gum impatiently. The plaque said various doctor's names including Dr Reynolds which underneath it said 'Hypnotherapist and Sleep Disorder Specialist' and a series of letter that didn't mean anything to Andrea. 
Tina had been seeing the doc for 2 months now for anxiety issues, but it seemed to be helping. 
Andrea stood there blowing bubbles with her bubblegum when the receptionist approached the door with her bag and coat. Removing her gum Andrea smiled and as the receptionist pushed the door Andrea held it open. The receptionist smiled. "Can i help you." Andrea smiled back, "Oh my partner is in with doc reynolds, say i don't suppose i could wait inside, pretty please?" 
The receptionist felt sorry for her seeing her soaking wet, but replied "Oh no i'm sorry honey, it's just the Dr and her patient left, i'm closing up, i'm sure they'll be down soon though. "Okay Ma'am", Andrea replied smiling, sliding her gum into the electronic panel on the door out of sight. She stepped back and let the door close and the receptionist smiled and put up her umbrella. "Goodnight". "Goodnight Ma'am." 
 
Andrea watched the receptionist walk down the steps and get into her car and drive off and then smiled and tugged the door open, removing her gum that prevented the electronic seal closing. She popped the gum back in her mouth and carried on chewing. Just a little trick she'd learnt over the years. She went inside and flopped down on a couch. If she had to wait then at least she'd be dry. 
 
But wait she did, 10, 20, 25 minutes. God Tina's appointments always ran so late! This is crazy! Had Tina already left? Was it another patient up there? Had Andrea missed her? Thinking for a moment she decided she could sneak up to the third floor and listen in and see if Tina was in there. No one would know right? 
 
Taking the stairs Andrea slowly climbed the 3 flights, moaning "**** i'm out of shape" under her breath. She reached the 3rd floor and quietly poked her head around the door and then moved along the lit corridor till she arrived to the side of the only lit office. She could hear only one muffled voice. Sneaking closer she could make out the voice of the doctor. "Good girl Tina, very good girl." Andrea had to stiffle a giggle. Slowly the smile on Andrea's face dropped. 
 
The sounds of kisses broke up the doctors words. "Mmmmm, yes, such a good girl." 
With a huge glare Andrea grabbed the handle and threw the door open. The svelte 5'7" figure of 39 year old Dr Victoria Reynolds jolted and she moved her mouth away from Tina's toes that she had been sucking. Tina was seated on the couch naked. The Dr stood up shocked, her blouse partially unbuttoned and her own large breasts exposed, a smudge of Tina's red lipstick on her left breast. 
 
Andrea shouted, "Tina, what the ****, you whore!?!" Tina just stared blankly forward not even looking at her, her normal bright blue eyes just staring dully, sleepily forward. The Doc hurridly pulled her blouse together partially covering her breasts and stammered. "It..it's er, it's not how it looks!" Andrea stared and then turned to the Doc realizing it is exactly how it looks. 
"What, huh, you creepy ****ing weirdo bitch. You did this to her, you, you hypnotized her to do this!!" 
 
Anger filled Andrea and she hissed. "Big mistake bitch, you don't know who you're dealing with!" With that she lurched at Dr Reynolds grabbing her long curly ginger hair and tugged it back sharply. The Doc let out a scream as she was pulled backwards. Andrea grabbed her arm and twisted it. The doc towering over Andrea's small 5'2" frame was forced down and Andrea bundled into her, knocking her to the ground. 
"****ing whore!" Andrea shouted as she clawed at the docs face. "The Dr snapped back "you crazy bitch" and slapped Andrea in the face and then pulled her strand of green hair. "Aarggh!" Andrea fell on top of her and grabbed her arms and then wrapped her legs around the doctor, squeezing. "Like that, huh bitch?" 
The doc clawed Andreas thighs with her nails and prized herself free. 
 
"Stop stop....this is..ooofff." The docs words curtailed by a punch to her side. She collapsed and tried to shuffle away but Andrea was on her in a flash, ripped open her blouse exposing her breasts. She pinched one of the nipples hard and then twisted it as the doc squirmed in agony. Another punch to the stomach and the doc gasped breathlessly. 
"No please, please, i'll repay all the fee's, please all of it." 
"Oh you'll pay alright, you'll pay us good." Andrea replied. "Lets see, you wanna keep this outta the press, keep yourself outta jail then you pay us $5000." Then thinking this was too little she quickly changed her mind. "No $10'000, you're a rich bitch you can afford it." 
 
"Ok ok i'll pay" the doc cried and Andrea smiled pulling her hair. "You have money here, where's you purse?" "Arrgggh, over there!" Andrea grabbed it and pulled out a wad of cash around $100. Pointing to Tina she said. "Ok now wake her up and we'll be back expecting more." Then she smiled. "Hey, you have a safe, where's that at bitch?" She feigned punching the doc again and the doctor held up her hands. Andrea spat in her face. "Now bitch or i swear i'll knock you out!" 
 
The doc nodded to the wall and Andrea pulled her up by her hair and marched her to it. "How much is in there?" "About 4 thousand dollars" the doc replied. "Ok, ok good open it." The doc nodded. "Ok but you promise not to tell anyone, no one else knows you're here right?" Andrea nodded "yes that right, ok deal, now open it" The doc opened the safe and Andrea peered inside. 
 
"Hey where's the ****ing mon... The docs arms had snaked around Andrea's neck and behind her head, completing the sleeper hold before Andrea even knew she was being put into one, "Nuh, nnggghhffff." Andrea struggled against the taller woman but the hold was vice like. "Ssshhhh" the doc whispered in her ear. "It's you who doesn't know who she's dealing with and no one knows you are here. So be a good girl and sleep. 
 
"Nggffffff" is all Andrea could reply as her head swam. Slowly her arms dropped to her sides and the whites of her eyes fluttered back and then shut. The doc carried her to the couch and draped her over the side. She then unlocked a small cabinet on the wall and took out a syringe and a small bottle which she filled the syringe from. She pulled down Andrea's jeans and panties exposing her butt. "You were too greedy and hot headed sweetheart" she taunted her, jabbing the syringe into her butt cheek. "But this will help calm you down." 
 
Andrea began slowly opening her eyes, sat on the couch, feeling relaxed, that soothing voice talking to her. Not noticing her wet clothes in a pile next to her. Not noticing she was almost naked. Not noticing Tina sat sleeping next to her. Not noticing anything other than the beautiful eyes staring into hers and the voice telling her that she was a very good girl........... 
 
.............................................As they got into their cab Tina held Andrea's hand. "Was soooo good of Doc Reynolds to let you come and sit in on my sessions, i feel so much more relaxed knowing you are there with me." 
Andrea smiled. "Yeah it is good of the doc, she' a nice lady, i'm looking forward to next weeks session." Tina giggled. "Just be careful when she hypnotizes me that you don't get accidentally hypnotized too!" 
Andrea sighed a small groan smiling. "Ha, don't worry Tina. You know i can't get hypnotized..............................
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Sleepy Reality Show

                Admittedly at first I thought it was a scam. A random email sent to me but I opened it anyway. I could scarcely believe that it contained an invitation to an audition for a themed web series centered around the sleepy fetish. I wondered how someone, anyone, could have found out that I was into that. Sure, I looked on the web but I always cleared my browser and I had never mentioned it to anyone that wasn’t behind the anonymity of the internet. I decided that for no other reason than curiosity I would check this out. The hotel that was listed for the meeting room was in a nice part of town.

                Well the invitation wasn’t fake I realize as there is a sign pointing me to a meeting room. If it was a fake it was pretty elaborate. I was a bit surprised that it was such a small room however I had tried acting when I was younger and castings usually were in large rooms with quite a few people usually vying for just one slot. As it was I entered a small meeting area and the only on the people were a man appearing in his 50s and two stunning women both significantly younger than him.

                “Please have a seat” one of them says. She was blonde wearing a black halter style dress that came down just barely long enough to cover her ass as she sat legs crossed to not show too much. Her breasts were displayed nicely. She could well be described as ample and the halter held them just right. The brunette across from her was dressed in a similarly short fashion though hers was a corset style. Her smaller chest was displayed every bit as well as the blonde. As I sat down I felt a bit of a tightening in my pants however I tried not to show it.

                The older man spoke “Dan I’m glad you came we were starting to get worried. My name is Steve and this is Christy and Sara”. He continues “I’m sure you have quite a few questions. So I’ll start by explaining the project. We are in the business of catering to special interests that quite a few people have but no one wants to admit. The project we are working on now is a web based reality show that features the sleepy fetish heavily. That much I’m sure you got from the invitation.” I nodded. He continued “The project is pretty simple we have an estate set up on a private island were we will film those that we bring into the project participating in the fetish.”

My pants tightened as he finished that statement. “You mean to say that there will be people knocking each other out for my amusement watching at home.” Steve replied “Yes though actually if you accept you won’t be at home watching. Sara please explain” Certainly the blonde replied. “We have done surveys that indicate most people prefer more women to men in this sort of thing. Therefore, we have decided to simply have one man for now, You.” Christy chimes in. “Yes you will have the run of the house and any women that are there you will be free to render unconscious in any way you see fit. You will even be able to have some fun after they are out cold.” She blushes as she says it. Steve takes over. “Yes that is what we are here to offer you. The chance to live out your fantasy”.

I think on it for a moment and ask. “How long will this be I will have to leave my job and if anyone finds out I did this getting a job when I come back will be difficult to say the least.” Steve reaches into his briefcase retrieving something. “I understand and this is intended to be a long-term endeavor. You will be part of it as long as both the project and your role in it remain popular. As for your ability to get a job. With what we are going to pay you, you will not need to worry about that for a long time.” He slides contract in front of me. I look it over and the amount is substantial but as I read closer if the show is a success the pay borders on the staggering.

Satisfied with the contract I ask about the rules and how the show might progress. Christy responds “Well the show itself will be accessible 24/7 via live feed and we will market specific parts that people want to buy to watch again. If a contestant is unpopular we will remove them from the show but there is actually the possibility that we will add more if the fans want it.”

Ok will there be any scripted elements or am I free to do as I will. Sara replies “we will give you guidance and provide some interesting possibilities. Challenges area possibility as well which will be fun for you I promise” Ok so let me make sure I have this right I’m the only man on an island estate with a bunch of women who will let me knock them out and have my way with them. This is more than a bit unbelievable how do I know you are for real.

                Steve says “Ladies perhaps a demonstration is in order.” With that Sara gets up and retrieves a small case. Bringing it over to the table. As she opens it there are a couple things easily recognizable mainly chloroform and I notice a small blackjack. She takes the chloroform and a rag soaking it before placing it over Christy’s face. For her part, Christy smiled and inhaled deeply her eyes rolling in apparent ecstasy. She obviously enjoyed it. As Christy is passing out I stand up and move over to the girls. I take the club from the case and step behind Sara. She notices me and gives a bit of a smile as well as I raise the club and smack the top of her head. As she falls limp in my arms I look at Steve “Where do I sign”

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Krysten’s chloroform adventures

            Krysten was not a submissive girl. Her boyfriend, Ryan, loved to dominate her while they were intimate. The only reason she did it was because she wanted to sexually satisfy her boyfriend. Deep down inside she badly wanted to be the one to do all the dominating. When she introduced the idea of her as the dominant one, her boyfriend disagreed. She didn’t protest, but only because they didn’t have to argue.

            She didn’t want to be denied, though. Since her boyfriend wasn’t going to let her dominate him, then she was just going to have to find somebody else. She knew just the perfect prey: her friends!

            All of her friends were hot and young. The best thing out of all of this was that Krysten knew that her girlfriends were gullible enough to fall into her dominating traps.

These are Krysten’s chloroform adventures:

Story 1: Wendy learns self-defense

            Krysten was excited to finally get to dominate someone, but who? She had so many friends. She logged onto her Facebook to look for someone who wanted to be surprised. Scrolling down her friends list, she suddenly stopped at Wendy’s profile.  Wendy was perfect! She clicked on Wendy’s page and went to her photos. In every photo she was wearing either a really short skirt or in a small bikini. What a slut, Krysten thought to herself.

            Krysten knew that Wendy’s boyfriend hit her sometimes. Now she had a plan to capture Wendy. She was going to teach her self-defense; she was going to teach her the sleeper hold. During the practice demonstration she was going to apply pressure long enough to put Wendy to sleep.

            She dialed Wendy’s number and then pressed send.

            “Hello?” Wendy said cheerfully.

            “Hey, Wendy, it’s Krysten. How are ya?” Krysten said with fake enthusiasm.

            “I’m okay. how are you?”

            “Good. I was calling because I had heard that your boyfriend hits you. I’m wondering if you want that to change?”

            Wendy hesitated before she answered. “um…he said he wasn’t going to going to hit me anymore.”

“It doesn’t matter. You need to be prepared to defend yourself at all times.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that. What moves are you going to teach me?”

Krysten didn’t want her to know that she was going to use a technique called the sleeper hold on her, so she told her something that wasn’t a complete lie. “It’s a headlock. It’s supposed to put the attacker down.” She half-lied.

“Oh. That sounds pretty cool. Did you want to do this tomorrow after school?” Wendy asked.

Yeah, that’s perfect. I’ll meet you at the flag pole at 3:13.”

“Great. I’ll see you there. Bye.”

“Bye”

When the bell rang Krysten quickly walked to the flag pole. Arriving there, she could see that Wendy was there waiting for here. Krysten liked what she saw. Wendy was dressed like a slut, just like she had predicted. Wendy was wearing a very short denim skirt. She was showing a lot of leg and if it was any shorter her butt would be sticking out. She also had on a tight red tank top on, her tits were almost popping out of it.  This wouldn’t be too hard to do. Krysten knew Wendy would dress like a skank because that was the way Wendy usually dressed. She couldn’t wait to get her in her room.

“Hey, Wendy. What up girl?” Krysten said.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Wendy replied.

“I would have been here sooner but I had to get something out of my locker.”

“It’s okay. I’m really excited to learn some self-defense. I can’t wait.”

“Me too! Let’s get out of here?” Krysten said anxiously.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Wendy replied.

They left the school and started walking towards Krysten’s house. They talked about boys and music during their walk. Ten minutes later they were at Krysten’s place. They entered the house.

“Wow! Your house is kind of big.” Wendy said.

“Thanks! Let’s go to my room.” Krysten said.

“Okay.”

They walked upstairs and entered Krysten’s room. She locked the door behind her, she didn’t want Wendy to escape. They took off their backpacks and laid them down on the floor.

“Are you ready to learn how to mess somebody up if they fuck with you?” Krysten asked.

“Yeah. You’re going to teach some sort of headlock, right?” Wendy asked, curious about what was going to happen next.

“Yes. It’s a light choke that puts the attacker on their knees.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No. it’s painless.”

“Show me how to do it.”

“Okay. First, I want you to swing at me as if you were going to punch me.”

Wendy slowly made the motion of a punch.

“Good. Now freeze when your arm is out all the way.”

Wendy froze while her arm was extended.

“While your opponents arm is out you have to duck underneath the punch and go around the person quickly enough to get behind them.”

Krysten went around Wendy and stood behind her.

“Then you take your right arm and put it around their neck, then you take your left arm and hook the left elbow with the other elbow. Thus creating a lock. With your left hand you want to put it behind their head and push forward. That way it’s very difficult for the attacker to get out of the choke hold.”

“Now I know how to do it.” Wendy said.

“I’m going to apply pressure, but first I need to use the bathroom.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

Krysten let go of Wendy and left her in the room. While she was in the bathroom she opened the cupboard underneath the sink and retrieved a bottle of chloroform and some handcuffs. She had stashed them there the previous night. She put the handcuffs in her back pocket, then she grabbed a white rag and folded it into a square large enough to cover Wendy’s mouth and nose. She poured the chloroform on the white rag, then she put the rag in her front pocket.

She was ready.

Krysten walked into her room to find Wendy looking at a magazine, she made sure the door was locked while Wendy was browsing through the magazine.

“Hey! Let’s try the choke hold.” Krysten said, smiling.

“I’m ready.” Said Wendy, standing up.

Krysten walked around Wendy and put her in the sleeper hold. She only applied light pressure, she wanted to tease Wendy first before knocking her out.

“We should sit down”. Krysten said. Suddenly sitting down, she forced Wendy to sit on her lap. She wanted Wendy to pass out on her lap so she could turn her into a sleepy ragdoll and have her way with her.

Krysten applied more pressure to Wendy’s neck. Wendy’s face contorted a little as she grabbed Krysten’s right arm with both hands.

She can’t breathe, I guess I’ll tease her a little bit before putting her out. Krysten thought to herself.

Krysten stopped applying pressure, but kept her in the sleeper hold. Wendy gasped for air as she held on to Krysten’s arm.

“Oh my god! I couldn’t breathe.” Wendy said as she tried to get her breathe back.

“I know…that’s what the sleeper hold does to you.” Krysten said as she gave an evil smile to Wendy. Wendy looked scared as she finally caught on to what her friend said.

“What do you mean sleeper hold?” Wendy asked nervously.

“It means if I apply more pressure for a little longer you’ll go to sleep.”

“What? I’m not down for th-”

Suddenly Krysten applied all her strength into Wendy’s neck. Wendy’s grip hardened on Krysten’s wrists as she tries to get out of the sleeper hold. Wendy squirms around but can’t get out because Krysten has a strong grip on her. Wendy slowly stops moving around as her grip starts to slacken. Wendy opens her eyes only to start having difficulty keeping them open, her eyes then start to slowly flutter as her hands lose their grip and fall to her sides. Her eyes are fluttering rapidly as her body goes limp against Krysten’s body.

She’s out cold, Krysten thought.

Krysten’s pussy started to get wet as she looked down on Wendy’s unconscious body. Krysten started to massage Wendy’s tits with her hands. She decided she was going to lift Wendy’s miniskirt, but while she was tied up. Krysten wanted to knock her out one more time using the sleeper hold.

Krysten released the pressure off the sleeper hold. Wendy snorted as she inhaled sharply, then coughed until she was coherent once again.

“Let me go, Krysten. Please don’t knock me out again.” Wendy pleaded as she tried to get Krysten to release her from the sleeper hold.

“I don’t think so, slut! I’m kind of curious as to what kind of underwear you’re wearing.” Krysten said.

“My underwear? I’m not showing you my underwear.”

“I know you’re not, but I’m going to give myself a sneak peek while you’re asleep.”

“Someone hel-”

Krysten tightened the sleeper hold as Wendy tried to scream for help. Wendy made choking noises as she grabbed Krysten’s arm. She attempted to get out of the sleeper hold, but to no avail. Wendy was trapped in the sleeper hold. She slowly started to lose her energy and urgency as her eyes slowly began to roll over. Wendy’s grip on Krysten’s arm slackened, and her arms fell onto her lap. Her eyes were fluttering, then closed as her body went limp against Krysten’s body.

Krysten reached into her back pocket and pulled out the handcuffs. She handcuffed Wendy’s left wrist. To get both of Wendy’s wrists behind her back she needed both of her hands, and that meant stopping the sleeper hold. She was ready.  Krysten let go of Wendy while she was passed out, then she quickly grabbed Wendy’s already cuffed wrist, then grabbed her right wrist, then she put both behind her and cuffed the right wrist. With Wendy fully handcuffed she put her back into the sleeper hold just as she was waking up.

Wendy looked scared when she figured out that she was restrained. “Did you handcuff me?” She said, very paranoid.

“Of course! I want to play with your body, and I need to make sure that you can’t get away.” Krysten said, smiling.

“Don’t do this to me. Please let me go.”

“Let’s see what kind of underwear you’re wearing.”

“What?” Wendy said, extremely panicked.

Krysten reached down and pinched each end of Wendy’s skirt. She slowly pulled up her skirt until it was at her waist. Krysten’s pussy got wet as she noticed that Wendy was wearing black Victoria’s Secret panties.

“Oh! You look so cute in your black underwear.” Krysten said in a lustful manner.

“Stop, Krysten. Put my skirt down!” Wendy cried out.

“Are you wearing those sexy black panties for me?”

Wendy looked around nervously before answering. “Um…I was gonna go to a guy’s house after this.” She said.

Krysten became angry. “You slut! I knew you were a skank! It’s okay, though, because I like to put little sluts like you to sleep.”

“Please, Krysten, don’t put me in the sleeper hold again.”

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore, Wendy.”

“Huh?” Wendy asked, scared.

“I’m going to introduce you to some chloroform.”

Krysten then grabbed a handful of Wendy’s hair and pulled it so that Wendy was forced to look up.

“Let go or I’ll scre-”

Krysten put her chloroform soaked rag over Wendy’s mouth and nose. Using her other arm, she out it around Wendy’s waist to make sure she couldn’t get away. Wendy squirmed around as she tried to stand up, she also tried to move her head around, but Krysten was too strong. Krysten’s arm was clamped around Wendy’s face.

“Mph-mmpphh!” Wendy’s protests were muffled.

Wendy’s energy was draining, she slowly stopped moving. Wendy tried to keep her eyes open, but they on rolling over. They started to flutter as her muffled protests became weak moans. Krysten watched Wendy’s eyes as they slowly closed, then Wendy went limp.

“You’re all mine now you little slut.” Krysten whispered into Wendy’s ear as she held the sleepy rag over Wendy’s mouth and nose. Krysten held it there for a minute to keep Wendy in a deeper sleep for a while. Krysten looked at Wendy’s eyes, they were closed.

Krysten removed the sleepy rag from Wendy’s face. Her mouth was partially open. Krysten threw the rag to the side. She looked and couldn’t stop looking at Wendy’s legs. Satisfaction surrounded her as she realized that she had a cute girl knocked out in her underwear on her lap. Now that Wendy was unconscious Krysten was going to take advantage of her.

Curious to see the rest of her friend’s body, Krysten lifted Wendy’s tank top high enough to expose her breasts. Krysten’s gaze went straight to Wendy’s tits, she saw that her friend was wearing a black bra to match with her black panties. She wasn’t surprised to see her slutty friend in lingerie since she was going to go fuck some guy after this, but that wasn’t going to happen anymore.

“You’re going to have an extended visit now, you stupid skank!” Krysten whispered to an unconscious Wendy.

Krysten reached down and pulled Wendy’s bra down so that her breasts popped out. She became wet as she looked at her friend’s small nipples. Using both of her hands, Krysten started to grope Wendy’s tits. She couldn’t keep her hands off her friend’s dd’s. she played with Wendy’s nipples, pinching them to make them get hard. She wanted more of Wendy.

Krysten picked up Wendy’s limp body and laid her on her back, on top of her bed. She looked down at her unconscious friend, she was getting really horny knowing she finally gets to have her way with Wendy. Krysten grabbed Wendy’s ankles and spread her legs wide open. She crawled to her friend’s head and began kissing Wendy’s nipples. She was licking them like they were made of ice cream. While she was sucking on Wendy’s tit she started massaging her pussy. Krysten stopped sucking on Wendy’s tit and shoved her tongue into her friend’s mouth. While she was making out with Wendy she stopped massaging her and began groping her tits. Krysten slowly licked Wendy’s lips as she pinched her nipples.

Krysten wished so bad that she could fuck Wendy, but not in the way that girls have sex. She wanted to violate her like a guy could. Krysten decided that she was going to have to visit the local sex shop and buy herself a strap-on dildo.

Looking at her bedside clock, Krysten realized that a whole hour had passed by while she was having her way with Wendy’s body. Wendy was going to wake up soon.

Krysten flipped Wendy’s body so that she was on her stomach. She went to her drawer and grabbed the handcuff keys. Going back to the bed, she unlocked the cuffs and threw them aside. Krysten was still horny, and Wendy’s skirt was still pushed up, revealing her big firm butt in those sexy black panties. Krysten grabbed Wendy’s butt and squeezed it hard, then she did it a few more times. When she was done, she pulled down Wendy’s skirt all the way, then she flipped Wendy so she was on her back and pulled down her tank top.

Now that Wendy was fully clothed again Krysten turned on the tv and waited for Wendy to wake up. Within ten minutes Wendy had awakened.

“Uh…what happened?” Wendy said groggily.

“You don’t remember? I was teaching you self-defense. I guess I put too much strength into my headlock because you ended up passing out.” Krysten said, lying.

“Really? I don’t remember any of that happening. How long was I out for?”

“Um…a few minutes.”

“Wow, that’s crazy! The good thing now is that I can defend myself, but don’t worry, my boyfriend said that he wasn’t going to hit me anymore.” Wendy said, unsure of herself.

“Sure. Whatever you say.”

“This has been fun, but I have to go.”

“Alright. I’ll see you at school.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.”

Wendy stood up and grabbed her backpack. She made her way out of the room. As Wendy walked out Krysten stared at her ass, a mischievous smile appeared on her face. Krysten felt so good that she finally got to have her way with one of her slutty friends. She couldn’t wait to do it again to one of her other skanky friends.

Until next time…….

THE END

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Megs: "Recruit Training"

Megs had just applied for a position at the corporate headquarters of Skynet, the largest security firm in the world.Even though she had only applied for a secretarial position she still has to go through the indoctrination and training course.
Skynet does not encourage individualism. There is a strict dress code and just as strict personal appearance rules. Megs is issued her 'uniform' which consists of a snug fitting 'little black dress', sheer black pantyhose and a pair of black heels to match. No undergarments are issued. She’ll be going commando. Megs is directed to tie her long blonde hair up into a tight bun and hand over her fashionable eyeglasses which are exchanged for a more intelligent looking wire rimmed pair. She applies the bright red lipstick that also was issued and the transformation is complete. Megs checks herself out in the mirror and makes sure everything is exactly as ordered. Her 'nameplate' which says only, "6 of 6" is pinned above her left breast. “Hmmmm… last one chosen, I guess that makes me the runt of the litter.” she muses to herself. She won't get a real nameplate with her actual name on it until she successfully completes training. She admits she feels like a badass in her sexy black uniform dress. A digital voice comes over the intercom directing her and the other recruits to the briefing room. When Megs arrives she takes a place in line standing shoulder to shoulder with a squad of other recruits who look exactly the same as her. Skynet clones she thinks to herself.A stern looking man walks briskly into the room and orders "EYES FORWARD!"
He has a thin but muscular build, a high and tight military haircut, piercing blue eyes and a commanding presence.
He addresses the new recruits. "Ladies, I am The Sandman."
Megs talks out the side of her mouth to the girl standing next to her. "I wonder why he's called The Sandman?"
The Sandman's head snaps around and she's nearly turned to ice by his cold blue stare.
He gets back to business and starts pacing back and forth behind the squad of new recruits as he addresses them.
“Ladies, you are hear for your introduction into non-lethal self-defense.”
“Now some of you may wonder; why am I called The Sandman.”
He stops behind Megs and places his hands on lightly her shoulders.
In the blink of an eye he wraps his arms around Megs head and neck like a Boa constrictor, placing her in a inescapable sleeper-hold.
Megs vision instantly goes dark and time slows down. She can hear birds tweeting in the distance but getting closer.
The pretty cartoon birds finally fly into view and she watches astonished as they start dancing around her head… it’s like a dream. Very pretty.
The other recruits watch as Megs eyes roll up into her head and she droops loosely into The Sandman’s arms.
The Sandman lowers Megs limp body to the floor.
“THAT.” he says pointing at Megs. “Is why I am called The Sandman.” “ANY QUESTIONS?!”
The ladies respond with a rousing "SIR, NO SIR!" as trained.
The Sandman continues the demonstration, going down the line and placing each of the young women into a sleeper-hold.
Each of them succumb in less than three seconds. When he reaches the end of the line he has a messy pile of unconscious women at his feet.
The recruits arms and legs are intertwined in an unconscious orgy. Some with mouths hanging open, some eyes open, arched backs and necks. Very erotic.
They slowly awake in the exact order that they were knocked out. Megs first, then the remaining girls.
The Sandman orders them back into formation and orders them to practice what they’ve seen demonstrated amongst themselves.
Poor Megs becomes something of a practice dummy. Like the runt of the litter that she is, they all turn on her, taking turns knocking her out. She never has a chance to regain control because as soon as she regains consciousness the next girl in line puts her out again. Then the vicious cycle repeats.Satisfied that the recruits have mastered the sleeper-hold, The Sandman begins the next phase of training.
“Ladies, THIS is a blackjack, or sap if you prefer.” He holds a small weighted leather shaft in the air.
“It is a very effective impact weapon used for rendering an opponent unconscious.”
The Sandman again struts up and down the line of recruits slapping the sap into the palm of his hand as he speaks.
When he gets to Megs his hand shoots out like a Cobra and raps Megs sharply on the temple.
Megs body jerks and stiffens at the impact, she gives a long exhale then drops straight down onto her knees then over onto her face. Ass up.
Once more The Sandman demonstrates the technique on the remaining recruits.
Like playing the Xylophone he walks casually down the rank rapping each lady on the side of the head.
Each one in turn, jerks into the fully upright position then topples over just a Megs did.
When the last recruit hits the floor he has a neat row of face down, ass up girls. Each one wearing a halo of circling, tweeting birdies and stars. The training continues with every other sleepy weapon in The Sandman’s arsenal. Sleep darts, chloroform, neck chops, drugged drinks, knock out sprays, pressure points and more.By the end of training Megs had managed to scratch her way from runt to a top student. Her only serious competition is ‘1of6’, the pick of the litter.

The day finally arrives for the Final Exam. Megs, alias ‘6of6’, arrives at the gymnasium where the final exam would be given, precisely at 1400 hours as directed.
No chairs, no desks, no pencils, books or paper.
Just a large empty room with polished hardwood floors. There are two small tables covered with a black velvet cloth at opposite ends of the room.
Megs takes her position in the center of the room standing shoulder to shoulder with the other recruits.The Sandman marches into the room and promptly begins his briefing.
“Ladies, unfortunately there is only ONE position available”. “We hadn’t expected that all SIX of you would complete our rigorous recruit training program.”
“That being the case we have devised a little competition.” “The winner of the competition will be awarded the position.”
“You will use the skills you have acquired during your training to eliminate your competition.” “You will have 10 minutes.”
“UNDERSTOOD?!”
“SIR, YES SIR!!”I will return in 10 minutes to congratulate the winner. The large digital clock on the wall starts the countdown.  “5 … 4 ... 3 .... 2 ... 1 ...” “BUZZZZZZZ!!!!” Megs and two other girls race for the table closest to them on the left of the gymnasium.
1of6 and the two remaining girls make a dash for the table closest to them on the right of the gymnasium. Megs makes it to the table only steps ahead of her rivals. She rips the cloth away to reveal a sleep dart pistol pre-loaded with two darts.
She grabs the pistol, spins around, drops to one knee and fires two shots in quick succession. A perfectly aimed double-tap at close range. POP! POP!
The darts find their mark in the necks of her rivals at a dead run. Excellent marksmanship. The women slap at the darts that sting like a wasp but it’s already too late. The venom works instantly and they collapse to the floor in mid-stride. They skid across the polished floor like a runner sliding for first base and then lay motionless at Megs feet. ‘1of6’ also reaches her table first and finds a glass bottle of chloroform beneath the velvet cloth. She only has seconds before her rivals are on her. There’s no doubt they intend to double-team her. No time to soak a rag. Thinking fast she grabs the bottle and hurls it at the closest girl. The bottle hits ‘3of6’ square in the forehead and explodes into a cloud of liquid. She is literally knocked off her feet by the impact and lands hard on her back, spread-eagled. Out cold. The cloud of chloroform rains onto the second girl drenching her clothing and hair. She stumbles and falls onto her knees, she desperately starts ripping off her chloro soaked uniform. She manages to strip down to her pantyhose but there’s nothing she can do about her chloro soaked hair. The vapors do their work, her head wobbles around a bit, her eyes roll up into her head and she sinks unconscious and naked onto the floor. Megs looks up from the bodies sprawled at her feet and finds that she and ‘1of6’ are the only two left standing.It’s the pick of the litter vs the runt of the litter.The last two woman lock eyes and strut confidently to the center of the gymnasium.
They circle each other like two black panthers, graceful but deadly, looking for a weakness in their opponents defenses.
Each is coiled like a spring, ready to pounce.Megs attacks first. She lunges forward and attempts a neck pinch but 1of6 counters, grabs her hand, and brings Megs to her knees with a painful wristlock.
Megs counterattacks with a brutal uppercut into her rivals pussy and now both women are on their knees in pain. The two woman grapple on the floor, intertwined and writhing like two poisonous snakes.
They are very evenly matched. Neither can get the upper hand. Strike, counterstrike. Move, countermove. It becomes a contest of endurance. Miraculously, 1of6 manages to get her legs wrapped around Megs midsection in a vise-like scissor lock.
She has very powerful legs a squeezes with all her might, but Megs has rock hard abs like a body builder. It’s like trying to squeeze a granite column!
1of6 has Megs trapped but she isn’t able to put her out. She sees the chloro soaked dress of her previous victory laying nearby. She snatches it up and quickly wraps it around the head and face of Megs then braces herself for the expected wild ride. Megs goes beserk! She knows she only has seconds to escape. She elbows 1of6 repeatedly and viciously in the ribs. She pounds her knuckles into her knee caps. She claws at her soft inner thighs with her nails, tearing open her pantyhose and leaving long bloody scratches. 1of6 grits her teeth and takes everything Megs throws at her, she doesn’t dare let go of the chloro soaked dress wrapped around Megs head.  A few seconds later Megs attacks starts to slow. Her punches weaken, her breathing gets slower.Megs can hear the birdies tweeting in the distance and there’s no mistaking what that means.
“NOOOOOOO!”… Megs cries out. “NOT THE BIRDIES!!”
The flock of colorful cartoon birdies fly into view chirping and tweeting happily all around Megs. She tries to swat them away to no avail.
They form a halo around her head and Megs falls into a trance watching them. She falls limp between the legs of 1of6, and none too soon. She wouldn’t have been able to take much more of Megs brutal beating. 1of6 flops Megs over onto her face and shakily gets to her feet. She scans the scene and sees the carnage all around her. Unconscious bodies everywhere.
The clock on the wall indicates that it’s only been 8 minutes, but 1of6 looks and feels like it’s been 8 HOURS!With two minutes left 1of6 decides to get things ready for the clean-up crew.
One by one she drags the unconscious bodies of the losers into the middle of the room and stacks them like cordwood.
Lastly, she drags Megs across the floor and places her on top of the pile like the cherry on top of a sundae. The timer ticks off the final seconds. 5… 4… 3…. 2… 1… “BUZZZZZZ!!” The Sandman strides into the room and finds 1of6 standing over a pile of bodies. Her foot is on Megs face and her arms are raised in victory. The Sandman walks over to 1of6. “Congratulations, and welcome to the Skynet family!”
He hands 1of6 her shiny new nameplate. She proudly pins it to her left breast. It says: ‘MRS. Sandman’

Megs 2aa

EPILOGUE

The Sandman and Mrs. Sandman exit the gymnasium leaving the pile of unconscious losers behind them.
All the birdies have joined together to make one huge flock circling happily above the heap of girls like vultures over a kill.
A few minutes later two men from the clean-up crew enter dressed in white coveralls and pushing a large flatbed cart.
They have orders to reclaim all Skynet property and remove the rejects from Skynet headquarters.
The men get to work. They drag Megs off the top of the pile and begin stripping her naked. Black dress, black heels, black pantyhose. Naked.
They place the clothing in one pile then toss Megs body onto the cold steel cart.
Each girl is stripped naked and haphazardly stacked just as Megs was. With the cart now full the men push the cart full of naked, unconscious women from the room.
Arms and legs dangle off the sides, Megs foot drags across the dirty floor.
The flock of birdies follows the cart down the dark corridor to the back ally like seagulls following a fishing boat.
The men reach the loading dock and open the large steel doors. They roll the cart to the edge of the platform and use the hand-crank to raise the flatbed like a dump truck.
The women slide off the cart and are dumped into yet another messy pile in the dark, cold, filthy alley.
The clean-up crew returns inside and the steel door slams shut behind them.
Megs is the first to awaken. She pushes the other bodies off of her and crawls free.
Naked and afraid she tiptoes to the end of the alley and peaks around the corner. She sees a line a black sedans with dark tinted windows waiting.
Seems that Skynet has arranged for a ride home. Megs exits the alley and gets into the back of the first car in line.
The sedan is luxurious, baby soft leather seats, soothing classical music is playing.
Megs sinks into the soft seat exhausted.
“Home please.” She instructs the driver speaking to him through the glass partition.
She closes her eyes and when she opens them again she’s finds the sedan speeding down a dark deserted stretch of road that she doesn’t recognize.
She leans forward and taps on the glass. “Excuse me. Where are we going?” The driver ignores her. “Hello?” “Excuse me!”
Megs starts to get panicked. Is she being kidnapped? Sold into slavery?! Executed?! She tries the doors and windows. Locked.
“HEY!!” she shouts while pounding on the thick glass. “HEY!!” WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME!!”
She looks out the rear window and sees the four other black sedans speeding close behind her in a convoy.
Megs leans back and starts kicking at the glass with her bare feet. “STOP!!” “LET ME OUT!!”
The driver leans forward and flicks a switch on the dash board.
Megs hears a soft hissing sound and smells a sweet scent. She recognizes it from her training. Sleeping Gas!!
She holds her breath for as long as she can but her lungs are burning and ready to explode. The air finally bursts from her lungs and she sucks in a massive amount of the sweet smelling gas.
The gas takes effect almost immediately.
She doesn’t even hear or see any birdies.
Everything just suddenly goes black …….

To be continued?

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Part 3

It was early evening and I was sat on the sofa in Jen’s living room. I was still dressed in my sport shorts and T-Shirt, my boxing gloves were on the floor by my bare feet and both women were sleeping off their Kos in the bedroom. I had a glass of wine in hand and was sitting dreamily re-living the Kos that already been enjoyed by both myself and the two women. As I sat I heard the bedroom door open and out staggered Jen, her hand on her head, clearly still seeing stars.

“Oh my head, I think I need some aspirin!” She said. She was dressed in a sexy black bikini which made me feel aroused as she went into one of her kitchen cupboards and popped some pills, she got another couple out of the bottle and put them on the side, probably for Sandi. She then opened another cupboard and pulled out a couple of wine glasses, before filling each glass with some white wine from the fridge and then coming over and sitting next to me. “Well honey, I do not remember much but from what I remember, we had a good time while I was in cuckoo land.”

“We certainly did.” I smiled back. She leant in close and her newly applied perfume penetrated my nose and filled my head. I felt myself stiffen, then I heard the bedroom door open and out staggered Sandi, also obviously still seeing stars. She stumbled over to the aspirin, took it and staggered back over to the sofa. I noticed she was wearing a similar black bikini to her cousin, also barefoot. She then sat down on the other side of me, her own freshened perfume smelt gorgeous and I felt myself getting more excited. We all chatted and drank our wine before we decided upon a kickboxing match.

I stood up and picked up my boxing gloves and put them on, both women grabbed theirs and soon I was standing opposite Jen. Sandi called for us to start and off we went. I dodged Jen’s first left jab and her follow up hard right, following up with a hard right of my own, she ducked and went for another hard right, which I ducked from. I did not see her rock back onto her left foot and swing her right straight for my already weakened chin. SNAP! Her bare foot connected with my chin with a hard slap sound. I saw a white flash and my head whipped up facing the ceiling, my senses going fuzzy instantly. My arms dropped to my sides and my head came back down. My eyes were now crossed and I was seeing clear cartoon yellow stars, everything else was blurry. I staggered dizzily on my bare feet, my tongue out and a goofy grin on my face, loud tweeting ringing through my ears “Got you baby!” Jen said happily. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you now.” She then hopped onto her right foot, did a 360 degree spin and snapped her left foot hard into the side of my head, spinning me around 360 degrees as I dizzily came to a stop now seeing cartoon purple doves, she then swapped onto her left leg and did the same back the other way, hitting me hard with her right foot. I span around the other way this time another 360 degrees, finally stopping, but staggering dizzily, my eyes spinning and my head rolling on my neck. My mouth was hung open and as well as tweeting and I was now hearing faint cuckoo sounds. I was seeing two halos of intermixed multi-coloured stars and carton-pink fat birdies.

“Duh…Did you get the number of that truck?” I asked dizzily.

“Of that cuckoo truck? Nope, but here comes a few more!” Jen said excitedly, before kneeing me in the stomach, and then bringing both boxing gloved fists down hard on top of my head with a loud thud. Stars flew out from my head as her fists connected and I fell face-down onto the mat, coming to rest with my head between her bare feet, a lump pushing out the top of my head, my eyes stopped spinning but went crossed again, my mouth hung open with lots of stars, birdies, pink unicorns and small images of Jen circling my dizzy head to the tune of loud cuckoo clocks. I was pitching a tent down below. Jen laughed at how silly I looked, as did Sandi in the background. “That was one!” Jen said. “Now kiss my foot my little cuckoo boy! ”She held out her right foot in front of my mouth, so I obeyed and kissed it gently. “That was nice, I have you exactly where I was you now! At my feet, KO’d and excited, but we are not done yet and when I am done, it will be my cousin Sandi’s turn.” She placed her bare foot gently on top of my lump and pushed it back into my head, before she stopped and rested her foot triumphantly on top of my dazed head. “Oh look honey, you have me on your mind!” She laughed, then turned around, lifting up her foot she then exclaimed “Here come three more cuckoo trucks!” WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! She stamped on my head hard three times, causing three more lumps to raise and for me to stiffen down below. I was now in a dreamy fantasy world of big yellow, white, green, and pink stars; purple unicorns, white cartoon ponies, big white bunny rabbits and of course, images of a barefoot Jen in boxing gloves, all circling my head to a loud “cuckoo cuckoo” echoing through my empty head and I could not think. My body was limp and relaxed (except one thing) and I was well and truly the plaything of the two women at this point.

“Hon, I am so aroused right now!” Sandi called out from where she was, “but am disappointed that I did not get to do anything to put you in this state!”

“Well. It will be your turn soon cousin.” Jen replied to Sandi. “I have a little more playing to do with him first though. She then held her right foot in front of my face. My foot feels sore now, kiss it better?” With loud cuckoos ringing through my head, I could only obey. “That’s better. Good boy.” With that, she swapped onto standing on her right foot and stamped on my head three more times with her left. I now had six lumps, but otherwise I could not really get any more cuckoo than I already was, however I unloaded, cuckoos loud in my ears which bother women noticed. “Good boy!” they both said. They then dragged me off to mop me up and change me into my nightwear.

The next thing I was aware of were multi-coloured stars still circling my head. I was lying on my back, in my pyjamas, a loose fitting t-shirt and pair of loose fitting shorts. My tongue was still out and I could still hear faint cuckoos and louder tweeting birdies. I lay there for a while, before I finally recovered and sat up on the boxing mat. Facing the soles of my bare feet, both women were also in their nightwear. Sandi was wearing black leggings with pink stars all over them and a loose fitting T-shirt with a single pink stars on her chest, wearing no bra. Her feet were bare and the sight of her made me feel excited down below. Jen was wearing a lilac night dress and long white socks that went up towards her knees, no longer barefoot, but I got the feeling it was what she usually wore to bed.

Sandi walked over to me, smiling happily “Well honey, after watching you get knocked cuckoo by my cousin, I am extremely aroused and we’re going to have spend the night in the bedroom, first though I want those handsome eyes spinning again. I don’t want to fight you this time, as I just want to knock you out. Will you cooperate hon?”

“Sure, if you want to knock me out, I will happily cooperate.” I said, a little surprised, but I did not mind.

“Good.” Sandi said, stepping round behind me, then I felt a hard SLAM! Sandi had slammed the sole of her bare right foot hard into the back of my head.

“Uh!” I cried out and I sat there, head rolling on my neck, mouth hung open, cross-eyed, hearing tweeting again and seeing stars, multi-coloured ones.

“He really does look so hot like that.” Jen said, watching from the sofa, seeing me sitting there, feet facing her, seeing stars.

“Yes he does.” Sandi answered. She then picked up a wooden mallet and brought it down hard on top of my head, three times. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Three lumps sprouted out the top of my head and I saw cartoon blue birdies intermix themselves with the stars, tweeting happily.

“Duh, birdies and stars!” I said, again pitching a tent.

Sandi smiled. “Yes, and this is only the beginning honey!” She stepped round in front and slammed the mallet one final time on top of my head. I heard two loud cuckoos and fell on my back, watching pink doves circling and hearing tweeting.

“Duh, I think I’m on the cuckoo train.” I said stupidly.

“The slow one yes. I will transfer you to the Cuckoo Express!” Sandi said, feeling herself get wet below thinking about it. She knelt down beside me and played with my tent for a moment, before rolling me back onto my front. She gently pushing all of my lumps back into my head with her bare foot. “Now honey, I am going to give you a first class ticket to the Cuckoo Express. When you are deep in cuckoo land, remember it was me who put you there, ok?”

“Duh…yes mommy!” I said goofily, growing harder in anticipation.

“Good boy, though I am not your mommy!” Sandi replied. She then raised her bare foot and slammed it down hard on top of my head. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Each of the hits sent stars flying out of my head and made them orbit my dazed head. After the third one, Sandi rested her bare foot on top of my dizzy noggin. My triple-lumped head was rolling in circles and my mouth was hung open. Loud tweeting was continuous in my ears along with faint cuckoos. I was seeing multi-coloured stars in two halos circling my head and as I lay there in that cuckoo state I knew it was Sandi who had done this to me, which caused my tent to swell. “How do you feel now hon?” She asked, still resting her bare foot on my head.

“Duh, I have you on my mind!” I said, she was literally resting her foot on top of my cuckoo-mind. “I see lots of stars!”

“And I know how much you like those hon!” Sandi replied. She winked at Jen who was loving the show and smiled back. “And now for you to see the cuckoo animals, you are only on a third class ticket right now!” She raised her foot off my head and then put it in front of my head, then with a fast pendulum motion, she swung it backwards, connecting with my forehead, snapping my head back, stars flying out on impact. Before I could take in any new things in my cuckoo show, she then swung her foot forward, bouncing it off the back of my head, with more stars flying out. She kept going, bouncing my head backwards and forwards, causing stars to fly on each impact. She was breathing hard as she did it, knowing she was sending me deeper into cuckoo land and feeling hugely aroused. Jen was looking on and playing with herself as she watched, also feeling deeply horny and my tent was growing on each impact. With one final SLAM! Off the back of my head, Sandi came to a stop, to see what level I was at.

I was lying there, my body now entirely limp and relaxed, back in a similar dreamland that Jen had sent me to only a few hours earlier. My eyes were spinning and I could see lots of large yellow, pink and red stars, along with white rabbits, pink unicorns, sexy images of Sandi and cartoon Lady-style doggies from Lady and the Tramp. I could hear loud cuckoo sounds echoing through my dazed mind and my tongue rolled out of my mouth “Duh…” I muttered, unable to think of any other words to say and I was rock hard. I knew I was in this state because of Sandi.

“Well honey, welcome to second class.” Sandi smiled. I felt a twinge below as if I had been able to form any thoughts, I would have been thinking ‘What would first class be?’ Sandi smiled again. “Now for you to join first-class, cuckoo!” She then jumped up and landed both bare feet on top of my head. She then jumped three more times, landed her full weight on my brain all those times. After the final time she stood there on my head and taunted me. “Now you definitely have me on your mind!”

My eyes were crossed and were now love-heart shape. I was now Sandi’s plaything and always would be and had a permanently lower IQ. I was seeing pink stars, birdies, doggies, vixens and rabbits. I could hear loud cuckoos and my tongue was out the corner of my mouth and I was smiling goofily. My body was limp and I was ready to unload, but couldn’t as I felt I needed to please Sandi. She stood on my head a moment longer and then stepped off, causing me to see extra winking stars for a few minutes. Sandi placed her bare right foot sole in front of my face and I kissed it. I was the most cuckoo I had ever been in my life and it was all because of Sandi. She walked off to the bedroom to get a quick breather before she came back for me.

While she was gone, Jen walked over, lifting up her socked foot high above my cuckoo head “You are ours now honey, forever!” And then she slammed her socked foot hard on top of my head three more times, WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! My love-heart shaped pupils now span “Sweet dreams honey, when you wake up, you’ll be having sex.” As she said this, my dreamy cuckoo world faded out into blackness.

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I slowly came to on the bed a few hours later. I was naked and still had a ring of stars spinning around my dazed and sore head and I was still hearing tweeting. I lay there for a while, staring at the stars before I finally closed my eyes and shook them off. I finally saw that it was daylight outside as the light was coming in through the window. There was evidence everywhere of how I had spent the night being taken advantage of by the two women, although my memory of it was pretty hazy. Still, the thought of it turned me on. The women were not in the room and I could hear them laughing and chatting out in the living room. I found my underwear and boxing shorts and put them on before staggering out of the bedroom shaking my head to clear the remaining cobwebs.

When I reached the Living room, both women were sitting there in their fighting attire. I saw my T-Shirt flung over the sofa and went and put it on. My boxing gloves were still on the floor by Sandi’s bare feet. “Mmm, Morning honey” Jen grinned, winking at me. “We had a lot of fun with you last night, I hope you enjoyed what you remember?”

“Yes, I did. I have a bit of a headache this morning though!” Jen smiled and stood up, walking towards me. She placed her hand around the back of my head.

“Aw, poor baby” she said, stroking the back of my head. “Would you like a chance to get your revenge? How about a kickboxing session?” I nodded, “Excellent!” She replied, “How about you versus me first?”

“OK then.” She and I both put on our gloves and started bouncing on our bare feet. Sandi called for us to start and I swung for her cousin. She dodged and went for me, this time I ducked too and snapped my bare foot upwards. It caught her on the chin and she went cross eyed.

“Oh stars!” She muttered in a daze trying to hit them with her glove. I smiled and then hit her with a body shot, then both fists down on top of her head. She fell, head between my feet with a lump on top of her head, eyes spinning and saying how cute the robins circling her head were. A lump rose out of her head where each fist had connected. I looked over at Sandi.

“Wow, that’s hot hon, make her see more birdies and cute animals for me?” Sandi bit her lower lip. I obliged by raising me right foot over Jen’s head and slamming it down once, twice, then a third time. Three more lumps had arisen and she said later she had been hearing cuckoos and seeing two halos of stars and winged horses. As she lay there with her eyes spinning I rested my foot on her head and Sandi counted her out.

I pulled off my gloves and Sandi helped me carry her to her room to sleep off the KO. Sandi and I then each donned our gloves for a match between the two of us.

“Well, now it is just the two of us, how about some real KO fun?” Sandi asked, staring into my eyes, letting hers burn into mine.

“Sounds fun, what did you have in mind?” I asked.

“Oh I have plenty of things in mind.” She winked.

“Not for much longer.” I replied. We started circling one another, then she swung, I ducked and her bare foot rose up fast, aiming for my chin, I saw it just in time, dodged left span around and brought my own bare foot up in a roundhouse kick and snapped it across Sandi’s jaw. She span around with the force and came to stop facing me, swaying dizzily, eyes crossed, tongue out and seeing stars!

“Duh, ooh pretty stars!” She muttered “Tweet tweet master!”

“Oh I’ll give you tweets!” I replied, I then jabbed a left and swung a hard right at her chin, then followed up with another jab to her forehead, then slammed my foot up into her chin. She staggered backwards, talking about seeing blue jays and hearing loud tweets and faint cuckoos then fell onto her bum, bare feet facing me, head rolling around dizzily on her neck as she sat there, her mouth gaped open, eyes spinning. She looked so hot! “Wow, you look so hot foxy lady!” I then walked around behind her “Here is a gift” And with that I lift up both fists and slammed both of my gloved fists down on top of her head with a loud thud.

“Uh!” She cried out a lump grew out the top of her head and she continued to sway, “Duh, master I see lots of cute foxes…I can hear cuckoos and see stars too master, duh!” She said in a dazed voice. She sat there, enjoying the foxes and stars, with a goofy grin. I knelt down beside her and kissed her on the cheek.

“You sit there and enjoy your dreaming honey!” I said. I then stood up and pulled off my gloves “I win!” I grinned.  I then went and poured myself a glass of wine in the kitchen.

After I had finished my glass of wine, I came back to find Sandi still dizzy. I sat in front of her, raised my legs and snapped my bare feet into her chin. Her head whipped back and she landed on the floor in front of me. I could feel she was extremely aroused and decided to take advantage of her. Her eyes were spinning and her tongue was out. I grabbed her bare ankles and dragged her into the bedroom alongside her cousin, so I could play.

End of Part 2.

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Lexi had heard about a small gathering for professional bachelors and bachelorettes so she put on her sexiest little black dress and Jimmy Choo pumps and headed over to the party.

Lexi Little Black Dress

When she entered the room she saw several handsome men making small talk with a small group of petite pretty woman. As she stood at the entrance scanning the scene all the men one by one stopped what they were doing and stared in her direction. Lexi was looking very nice in her knee length black dress, high heel pumps and shiny pantyhosed legs. The plunging neckline of her dress drew everyone’s eyes to her ample cleavage. Before long all the men were flirting with her and competing for her attention to the clear annoyance of the other woman. The woman quickly came up with a plan to get rid of Lexi and chose Amber to be the leader. She asked the men if they would run out and get more wine and it would give the girls a chance to ‘freshen up’. The men reluctantly agreed to leave Lexi’s side and once they were out the door Amber approached Lexi. “You need to leave… NOW.” She said with a lot of attitude for such a skinny little girl. Lexi put her hands on her hips and stood her ground. She wasn’t going anywhere. The two woman stared each other down waiting for the other to make a move. The other skinny girls started to inch closer until they formed a loose circle around Lexi. “Why do I have to leave?” Lexi asked, trying to stall for time. “Because you and your big tits are getting all the action!” another tiny girl screeched. Lexi took a step back and spread her legs into a fighting stance. “Fuck all you skanks!” Lexi spat. “Last chance, whore.” Amber said threateningly. While Lexi was distracted with Amber one of the other skinny bitches snuck up behind her with a wine bottle raised over her head. Amber gave her a nod and she swung the bottle and landed a hard blow to the back of Lexi’s head. Lexi grunted at the impact and staggered a few steps, teetering on her high heels. Her eyes went crossed and she dropped to her knees. She swayed back and forth on her knees but still wouldn’t go down. “HIT HER AGAIN!” one of the other skinny bitches yelled. Once again the wine bottle came crashing down onto Lexi’s head with a thud. This time her eyes rolled up into her head, she gave a long sexy moan and slowly fell forward onto her face with her ass up in the air. The skinny bitches exchanged high fives then turned their attention to Lexi. “Roll the bitch over”. Amber ordered. The skinny girl gang did as ordered and now Lexi lay unconscious, spread-eagled on her back, with the girls all standing around staring down at her. “She IS kinda pretty”. One girl commented. “SHUT UP!” Amber snapped annoyed. Amber planted a bare foot on Lexi’s face and raised her arms in a victory pose while the other girls snapped pics with their cell phones. “So girls, let’s have a look at what the boys were so interested in.” Amber said tauntingly as she pulled Lexi’s top off. Lexi’s huge beautiful tits spilled out and jiggled into place. “Oh my!” One skinny girl gasped at the site of them! “Wow.” Another skinny girl added. “I said, SHUT UP!” Amber screamed. “Get her out of here before the guys get back!” “What’ll we do with her?” “Stuff her in the trunk of my car and take her home”. Two small girls took hold of Lexi’s arms and dragged her limp body toward the garage. Lexi’s tits swayed and bounced around sexily. Even KO’d Lexi was sexier than any of the skinny bitches. By the time they managed to get Lexi into the trunk her heels had fallen off, her pantyhose were ripped to pieces and her dress was torn and falling off. They backed up to Lexi’s home and dumped her onto the driveway like a bag of trash and drove off. Lexi awoke a short time later and stumbled punch drunk into the house. She immediately started plotting her revenge….

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Chapter 1: Welcome to Philly

Six months after the Glasgow affair Jacky Graham P.I. makes a trip to the United States. She is attending a criminal investigation conference in Philadelphia. It also gives her a chance to meet up with her friend Jim Brandon again. He was a great help to her during the Glasgow affair, and his detective agency, S & S Investigations was based in Philadelphia.
Richard wasn't too keen on her going all the way to Philadelphia Pennsylvania, but acquiesced knowing she would be in the same city as a close family friend. Jacky felt heartbroken that she would be away from Richard and the kids, the trip would have made a great family vacation. Maybe next time, her flight was uneventful, and she was staying at the Ritz Carlton.
Before she left Glasgow, Jacky had emailed Jim to let her know she was attending the seminar in Philly, and she would like to meet up and discuss their past adventure together. After checking in, and settling into her room, Jacky decided to call her friend Jim.
"Hel-lo Jim! I just got in from Glasgow," Jacky said on the other end of the phone.
"Jacky! Great to hear from you, how was your flight," Jim replied.
"You know the usual bumps bad food, high prices, sometimes I just don't give a Scooby about the airlines. Can I come and see your offices tomorrow," Jack said to Jim.
"Sure I would love you to see them and meet the girls, see you around 11:00 am," Jim told her.
"Great see you then," Jacky said and hung up the phone.
Having a good night's sleep under her belt to recover from the jet lag. Jacky dress to go over to the S & S Investigation's office, off of 15th street, in center city Philadelphia. The sexy mature investigator showered and perfumed. She put on her black silk blouse and a light gray mid length skirt and a pair of black pumps.
She was eager to see her friend again and meet some of the other detectives he worked with. She had heard some much about Jill, Beverly and May. Finding out that the building the office was in was only a few blocks away from the hotel. Jacky decided to walk over, it was such a nice spring day, and she would get to see some of the city on her way. Jacky had never gotten to Philadelphia when she live in the United State, and was really hoping Jim would show her some of the sites while she was in town.
Jacky got directions from the doorman at the hotel and walked down Chestnut Street toward 15th. The sexy mature sleuth admired the buildings along the street, there was a mixture of modern and old mixed in.
Jacky arrived at the north east corner of 15th and Chestnut and went into the building, taking the elevator up to the 12th floor. Getting off on the 12th floor Jacky looked at her watch, "RATICUS! Five after eleven, I took too long looking around," she said as she walked toward suite 21, the S & S Investigation agency.
The sexy female private eye knocked on the door. The door opens and Jacky sees Jim standing there.
"Jacky! Welcome to Philadelphia and the S & S Detective agency," Jim said to Jacky.
"Hell-lo Jim, it's great to be here," Jacky replied as Jim showed her into the office. As Jacky walked into the office she noticed a young blonde woman sitting on a sofa.
"Jacky may I introduce Jill Benner P.I. and Jill this is Jacky Graham P.I. one of the top private investigators in Glasgow Scotland," Jim said to the two women.
"Well Jacky Graham, Jim has told me some much about you, welcome," Jill said to the Scottish sleuth.
"Likewise, Ms. Benner, it's great to finally meet you," Jacky replied to the blonde shamus.
The three detective sit and talk for a while. They discus old cases and Jacky and Jim's adventure in Scotland. Jacky is very inquisitive about how the S & S Investigations works.
"Well, Jacky we only really have five operative full time, and three we use part time," Jill tells her new friend.
"So you and Jim run the agency as the owners," Jacky asked, knowing her work load has increased as she has solved more high profile cases, and she was seriously thinking of taking on some help.
"Not really, Jacky. Jill and I like the action of being in the field, but we do assign cases to certain detective, based on their skill level," Jim told his Scottish friend.
"True, May Conner runs the day to day operations of the office and business, Beverly Spencer does the training, and the rest of us work in the field," Jill said.
After some more conversation Jacky and Jim head off to the opening speeches as the convention. "I'm really looking forward to this, Jim plus I want to see what kind of new gadgets are out, and I need to pick up a new mini tazer," Jacky said as the left the office.
"Well when the day's events are over I'll show you around center city," Jim told Jacky.
After a long afternoon of lectures and looking around the merchandise room. Where Jacky picked up a new mini tazer and ordered some listening devices to be shipped home.
Jim showed Jacky around center city and took her to see Independence Hall and the Liberty bell. The two private eyes become very tired and hungry, so Jim decided to take Jacky to his favorite coffee house down on South Street, only a few blocks away. As they walk over, a young Asian woman dressed in white starts to follow the two private detectives, from a distance.
GOLL-LY! Jim this city is so diverse and yet modern," Jacky said as they walked along the street.
"I enjoy it here, half way between New York and Washington, so I get all kinds of work, from a variety of clients," Jim told Jacky.
Jacky and Jim arrive at the coffee house, and settle in with a couple of cappuccinos and some croissants. The two detectives are enjoying each other's company. Jim is enjoying hearing about Jacky's two kid's school adventures, and how Connie is becoming quite the little 'Nancy Drew ' getting into all kinds of trouble in her new high school.
As the two friends talk, the Asian woman who was following them comes into the coffee house and slowly walks toward the male and female sleuths. "Hello, Mr. Brandon my name is Yuki Sumiko, I need your help," said the young girl.
"How can I help you miss," Jim replied.
"I'm looking for my sister, she has gone missing, and she has gotten involved with some bad people here in town," Yuki told the two sleuths.
"What kind of bad people are you talking about," Jacky asked?
"I can't really tell you right now, I think I'm being followed. If you meet me tonight where I sing I can tell you more, I work at the Cherry blossom club," she told the detectives.
"We'll meet you there, and then I can tell you whether I can help you or not," Jim told the young woman.
"Here is the address, tonight is a 70's disco night, so you might want to dress in costume," Yuki told Jacky and Jim.
Yuki turned and left the coffee house, and Jacky gave Jim a puzzled look, "Why did you accept the case so easily?"
"I didn't, I'm not sure I could help her and she wasn't telling me the whole story. I figure we can meet her at the Cherry Blossom club and find out more," Jim told Jacky.
"We," Jacky asked?
"I figured you didn't want to sit in your hotel room tonight, and this way I can get you out and do some dancing, plus you never know if we'll find a mystery to solve," Jim said winking at her Scottish friend.
"I guess you're right, but now I need a pair of disco pants to wear," Jacky said laughing, Jim knew her to well. She always enjoyed a little intrigue and sleuthing.

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Jacky and Jim left the coffee house feeling refreshed and eager for the night's festivities. The two detectives caught a taxi cab back to the Ritz Carlton, and planned the night on the way and in front of the hotel.
"I do need something to wear tonight," Jacky said to Jim.
"I'll send Jill over she has a sweet spandex disco outfit, and you two are about the same size," Jim told Jacky.
"Cool Beans, this is going to be fun," Jacky said.
It took about 15 minutes to get to Jacky's hotel. When they arrive Jim pays the cab and turns to finalize the night's plans. "Now listen here Jim, I came to Philadelphia to attend a criminal seminar, but a little sleuthing does sound like fun especially in a city that is new to me," Jacky said to Jim.
"Well a little sleuthing doesn't hurt now and then," Jim said with a smile.
"Oh yes it does! Especially if someone gets the drop on you and conks you over the head, or do you forget Glasgow," Jacky said laughing.
"Oh yeah, that's one of the drawbacks, and I still have a few lumps from Glasgow," Jim said blushing a little, "Look Jacky, I'll send Jill over with the outfit, and I'll be by to pick you up around eight P.M."
"Sounds good Jim, Tot-Sien," Jacky said as she waved and proceeded into the Ritz. The two detectives are unaware that they have been discreetly under surveillance themselves. A woman leaning against the wall had followed them all the way from the coffee house.
Jacky goes up to her room and decides she want to go for a run. The sexy mature Scot sleuth changes into her shiny green spandex running tights and yellow tank top with South Africa embroidered across the chest. Heading down to the lobby of the hotel she inquires on a good place to go running. The desk clerk tells Jacky which way to go running and the mature 49 year old trots off toward the river drive.
As Jacky jogs along the river, she couldn't help but get the feeling that she was being watched. In fact she had had that feeling since Jim had dropped her off at the Ritz. "Raticus," Jacky muttered to herself, she probably was just being cautious and nervous on being away from Richard and the kids and being around Jim again. Also she found Jill was popping into her thoughts as well. "Why is Jill Benner in my mind?" Jacky thought.
The blonde Scottish sleuth ran about 2 miles up along the river and turned around to jog back to the hotel. Jacky was hoping to run into Jill at the hotel. She wanted Jill to model the outfit for her, to see if she would like it.
Jacky found herself getting turned on by the thought of seeing Jill in a sexy outfit. "What's wrong with me?" Jacky said aloud as she ran back to the hotel. Jacky had never been attracted to women before. In her line of work she has had all kinds of sexual encounters, with men and women, while undercover and when she had been captured, even while she was knocked unconscious her attackers have taken advantage of her. It was one of the risks of the job that Richard always worried about, it upset him to no end, yet it also excited him to no end also.
This preoccupied Jacky's thoughts to no end, and she didn't notice the large man wearing sunglasses watching her. He sat on a bench and watches the sexy spandex tights wearing sleuth jog by him one more time. The man pulled out a cell phone as Jacky ran down toward Logan circle, and the Ritz Carlton hotel.
"That English private eye just jogged past heading to the hotel, Kara," he said to a woman on the other end of the phone. "Okay, I'll meet you back at the club," he went on to say and hung up the phone, the large man got up off the bench and hailed a taxi.
Jacky got back to the Ritz and checked at the desk if anyone had called or dropped any packages of for her. "No Ma'am no one left anything for you," said the desk clerk.
"Strange, I thought Jill was going to drop that outfit off for me to wear tonight," thought the mature fit 49 year old sleuth as she got on the elevator. Pulling the keycard from the inside pocket of her running tights Jacky enter her hotel room, looking at her watch.
"I hope Jill gets here soon with the clothes, I'll just have enough time to get showered and ready," Jacky muttered to herself as she sits on the bed and take her running shoes off. As she took of her yellow running top, Jacky heard a knock at the room door.
"Jacky it's Jill Benner, sorry I'm so late," Jacky heard Jill's voice through the door.
"Just a minute, I'll be right there, Jill," Jacky shouted as she struggled to get her top off.
Jacky trotted over to the door and opened it for Jill. "Hey Jacky, so sorry I'm late, Oh, did I disturb you," Jill blushed a little seeing Jacky only in her sport bra and shiny running tights.
"Oh, no Jill I was just getting ready to jump into the shower," Jacky replied.
Jill came into the room and placed a brief case on the bed, "Here is the outfit Jim promised you, I just got it at a vintage clothing store."
Jill opened the case and pulled out a shiny black spandex tank leotard, and a pair of shiny red spandex disco pants with a matching short jacket, "I brought a pair of calf length leather boots also, but I know how you like to go snooping bare foot, and these are easy to remove quickly," Jill said.
"GOLLL-Y, that's a hot looking outfit, Jill, could you model it for me Jill," The mature Scot sleuth asked, being a little embarrassed herself. Jacky wasn't sure if she would look good in that kind of outfit.
"Sure Jacky but I have to hurry," Jill replied, and she went in to the bathroom to change.
Moments later Jill emerged from the bathroom a total disco diva, totally encased in shiny red and black spandex. Jacky's eyes went wide with excitement and desire, she thought, "Jill looks really hot in that outfit."
Jill spun around showing her rear to Jacky, and turned back around. When she did she noticed Jacky's nipples had grown erect under her sport bra. "WOW, I turned on Jacky Graham," Jill thought.
"What do you think Jacky," Jill asked her new friend?
Jacky took a moment, because her mind was really undressing Jill. "OH, man, I really think you look HOT in that outfit, not sure if I would," Jacky told Jill.
"Oh you'll look just a sexy in it Jacky, besides I rigged the jacket already with some secret pocket in the sleeves, and two just inside each breast," Jill told Jacky.
Jacky guessed Jill was right. Jill changed back out of the outfit and back into her regular clothes. The sexy Scottish sleuth hugs Jill when she comes out of the bathroom. Each detective could feel each other's nipples grow erect as they embraced.
"Good luck tonight, Jacky. I told Jim to call me by midnight and let me know you to are okay, if not I'll send in the cavalry," Jill said to Jacky as she headed to the door.
"TOT SIENS, Jill I'll try and not let us get knocked out," Jacky said to Jill as she shut the door.
Jacky knew Jim would be there in an hour or so, and she was so aroused be seeing Jill in that spandex outfit. The Scot lass needed some satisfaction, and wished Richard was there. She realized she was touching herself and rubbing the spandex fabric of her running tights against her very aroused and wet pussy. Jacky felt herself building, "OOHHH..." she moans as she felt moisture coat the spandex fabric. Forcing herself back to reality, Jacky finished undressing, and quickly jumped into the shower. While in the shower the sultry mature 49 year old sleuth found satisfaction for her arousal. Day dreaming of Richard in the shower with her in the shower making passionate love to her. Jacky had a massive orgasm in the shower, she almost falls over as the orgasm rushes through her body. The sexy 5' 8" sleuth shudders, and moans, "UUUNNhhh..." the sexy shamus finishes washing and rushes to get ready for her nocturnal adventure tonight with Jim.

3. Philly Night Life
Jacky perfumed her body and wrapped a towel around her head and body. She emerged from the bathroom and looked down at the spandex outfit Jill had left for her. "I hope I look as good as Jill did in this," Jacky said softly to herself.
Looking at the clock on the wall, Jacky quickly dressed. Slipping on the black spandex bodysuit first and the shiny red spandex disco pants and finally the short jacket. The Scot, South African sleuth went to look in the mirror. She was shocked at how hot she looked, she was certainly going to turn some heads tonight. Jacky added some earing she had and a gold chain belt Jill had brought with the outfit.
She then stood in front of the mirror, posing, spinning around and checking all ends of herself out, "WOW! I really look like a spandex sleuth," Jacky said to herself.
Then Jacky realized she hadn't called Richard. She knew he was waiting for her call, and Jacky wanted to hear for him and the kids. Wondering how their days were compared to the one she had.
Picking up her IPhone she speed dialed home. "Hello, Richard sweetie I miss you so much," Jacky said to Richard as he answered the phone.
"Jacky! I was getting worried, you said you would call when you got in from the seminar," Richard said to his wife.
"I'm sorry I got a little tied up here, "Jacky said.
"WHAT! You didn't get into any trouble, I hope you didn't get knocked out again," Richard said to his sleuth wife. Secretly, Jacky getting into trouble aroused him to no end.
"Oh, no Richard, I just got preoccupied, that's all," Jacky replied.
The mature mother and private detective went on to ask how everything was going back in Glasgow. She was so happy to hear about Richard's day, and enjoyed so much talking to Connie and Alan about their school day. She did miss her family so much. Finally Alan put his father back on the phone, "Oh by the way Richard, I'm working on a case with Jim again."
"What! It better not be too dangerous, you've barely recovered for the last case you worked on with him," Richard said raising his voice.
"Don't get crossed, Richard, this is my profession, and he is my friend, I don't want to have a long distant fight with you," Jacky replied.
"Just be careful, Jacky, you're too far away for me to come to your aid," said her worried husband.
"I'll be fine, I'm with Jim in his home town, and he has the other detectives at his agency to help us," Jacky told her husband confidently.
"You know how I worry when you go on missions, Jacky," Richard said.
"I know, Richard, I'll be careful. I have to go now, give my love to the kids and I love you," Jacky said to her husband as she hung up the phone.

She knew Richard worried when she went out snooping around, but she also knew how turned on he got when she wore her snooping gear. She knew he would be really turned on by seeing her in this spandex outfit she was wearing right at the moment. She secretly knew he got aroused when she told him how she walked into a trap and got captured, or knocked out snooping around, or losing a fight and ending up unconscious and tied up. When she tells Richard about her adventures it always ended up with the best sex they had ever had.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
Jacky heard a knocking at her room door. The sexy mature Scot jumped up off the bed and opened the door. Jim stood in front of her, dressed for a night at a '70's era disco. "Well Jacky are you ready for a night of dancing," Jim said to her.
GOLL-LY! Jim you look good," Jacky said to the male sleuth.
"Thanks Jacky, that outfit is you, you look real dishy wearing it," Jim replied.
Jacky almost turned as red as the spandex she was wearing, "your making me blush, Jim, Thank you," she said, as she turned to retrieve her clutch purse.
The two sleuths headed down to the hotel lobby to retrieve Jim's car and head off to the Cherry Blossom club. As the two wait for the elevator, Jacky could help but become a little giddy. She was really excited about possibly working with Jim again.
"Wow, Jacky you look really happy," Jim said to his friend.
"I am Jim, I'm excited to see some of Philadelphia's night life, and maybe to be working on a mystery with you one more time," Jacky told her spandex clad friend. Jim's car is waiting for the two sleuths when they walk out of the hotel.
"Oh wow a vintage Camaro, COOL BEANS, Jim," Jacky said as the doorman opened the passenger door for the mature Scots.
The two detectives get into the car and pull off down 15th street. After a few blocks Jim turns to Jacky and says, "I'm glad you're with me tonight Jacky. I wasn't sure I would take this case, but with your help I'm sure we can crack it in no time at all."
When Jim said this to Jacky, it filled Jacky full of excitement. She was overjoyed to be working on a mystery with Jim, in a foreign country, to her. Walking into unknown dangers, with her friend, was better than sitting in some lecture hall listening to someone talk about new investigation techniques. That thought bored her to no end.
The Cherry Blossom club was in Philadelphia's China town section of the city. It took about 15 minutes, in night time traffic to get there. The two sleuths pulled into a parking garage a few blocks away, and emerged from the building and walking down to Arch Street. Jacky could feel people staring at her, so she decided to shack her 'booty' a little for her audience. Jim saw Jacky wiggling her rear, and smiled knowing she was putting on a show for the locals.
The two sexy sleuths walk down Arch Street to the Cherry Blossom club which is in the middle of the block in an old movie theater. The Cherry Blossom club is partially a private social club and they only let in about 150 public guests each night. Jacky and Jim stand in line not sure if they'll get in to the club. Jacky leans over to Jim and says, "What if we don't get in how we will contact, Yuki?"
"I'm not sure yet, I'll try and slip the Bouncer a 50 to let us in," Jim whispered in Jacky's ear. The two private detectives get up to the door and approach the Bouncer, a large African American man well built.
"Your names," said the Bouncer in a deep booming voice.
"Hello we are guest of Yuki Sumiko, out names are Jacky Graham and Jim Brandon," Jim said to the bouncer. Jim has a 50 dollar bill folded in his hand, ready to slip it to the Bouncer just in case they aren't on the list.
"Ah, yes Mr. Brandon your names are right on top, Ms. Sumiko has even reserved a special table for you and intends to have a drink with you two after her performance," said the bouncer.
The news shocked the two detectives a little. They were getting the VIP treatment, and they weren't sure why. Jim thought that this Yuki woman must really need his help.

4 The Cherry Blossom Club
The Bouncer opened the door for the two investigators and the walked into the Cherry Blossom club. The night club was crowded with people, and Jacky and Jim where shown to their table and a bottle of champagne was sitting chilled waiting for them. They sit down and look around the club as they sip the champagne. Neither Jacky nor Jim are a big fan of champagne, but a free bottle is a free bottle.
The couples are sitting near the dance floor and plenty of people are using it. Jacky and Jim look around and on the dance floor for Yuki, but she is nowhere in sight. "Do you think your client backed out on you, Jim," Jacky asked her friend.
"I'm not sure, let's wait a little while she maybe late," Jim replied.
Jim offers to take Jacky out on to the dance floor, and the two sexy spandex clad sleuths go out and dance for a few songs. About twenty minutes go by and the two detectives spot Yuki. She is walking up on to the stage dressed in a shiny pink spandex outfit. Another woman comes up to the microphone and says, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, the Cherry Blossom club presents Yuki Sumiko for you pleasure!"
Everyone in the club applaud as Yuki steps up to the mic. The young Asian woman starts to sing a song in her native language. Her voice is beautiful and the two detectives are mesmerized by the young woman. Yuki does a thirty minute set of songs in her native language and in English. The club gives her a standing ovation when she is done.
"Thank you, Thank you and Good night," said the young Asian woman to the audience.
Yuki walks off stage and over to the table where Jacky and Jim are sitting. A server brings over a chair and another bottle of champagne to the table.
"Good evening Mr. Brandon and Mrs. Graham," Yuki says as she sits down.
"Hello Ms. Sumiko, you where marvelous," Jim replied. "Yes I enjoyed you show, your quite a singer," Jacky added.
Yuki took a sip from her glass, and said, "Have you considered my offer, Mr. Brandon?"
"I wish you could tell me more about your situation, and call me Jim," Jim told the young woman.
Yuki went on to explain how her sister, Sasha was being held by the owner of the club, and forcing her to sing at the club or the owner would hurt her sister. Also the owner had connections back in China and he would be able to hurt the rest of her family. Doing some detective work of her own, she has found where her sister is being held. "I'm not sure where to go from here, I don't want my sister or I to be deported if I go to the Police, so I'm turning to you," Yuki told the two detectives.
Jim knew that Yuki and her sister wouldn't be deported. He had connections in the State department that would ensure they wouldn't. "I can help you Yuki, but you should be more careful about snooping around yourself," Jim told Yuki.
"You can tell us where she is being held, and we will go and free her if we can, Jacky told the young woman.
"I wish I could tell you, but I am not too familiar with your city, it would be better that I show you where," Yuki told the two private detectives.
"But Yuki it could be dangerous and people could be hurt," Jim told his new client.
"I insist Mr. Brandon my sister doesn't speak any English, and is probably deathly afraid right now," Yuki replied.
Jacky and Jim looked at each other, and Jacky shrugged her shoulders as if to say, 'why not, what could go wrong.' The three finished the bottle of champagne then left the club. Yuki was only doing one show that night, and she would meet Jacky and Jim around the corner from the club. There was a set of eyes on Jacky and Jim as they pulled away from the Cherry Blossom club.
Jacky and Jim retrieved Jim's car and sped off to meet Yuki and block or two away from the club. Jim make a right onto 12th street and on the next corner is standing Yuki. The detective pulls over and Yuki gets into the back.
"Did anyone see you," Jacky asks?
"No, I was very careful, I am sure no one saw me," Yuki replied.
"Which way should I go, Yuki" Jim asked his client?
Yuki told the two detectives to head in the direction of Girard and Kensington avenues. It only takes about fifteen minutes to get there, in the late evening traffic. Yuki instructs Jim to drive around on the side streets till she sees something familiar. Finally Yuki shouts out, "That's the street there pull over, Jim!"
Jim parks his car on a small dead end street just off Kensington Avenue. It looked like every building was abandoned. There was an old warehouse at the end and on one side it looked like an out of business hair salon. Jim parked his car at the end of the block, near Kensington Ave. The three people got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk, studying the building.
"I am sure my sister is being held in that building," said Yuki.
"You are sure, it looks pretty deserted," Jacky said to Yuki.
"We just have to be careful when we go in," Jim said to the two women.
Jacky thought it would be better that only she and Jim enter the building, but Yuki protested against this. "My sister is scared to death right now, and if a fight breaks out, I'm afraid of what would happen," she told the two detectives.
"Listen Yuki, Jim and I are professionals, we've been highly trained at this sort of activity, you could get in our way or even hurt," Jacky replied.
Yuki was insistent that she go with the two spandex clad sleuths. Jacky and Jim looked at each other rand shrugged their shoulders, as if what could they do. The three move across the street and hug the wall of the building. Both Jacky and Jim are on their guard for a trap. They both hear little voices in their heads, "Something doesn't smell right about this."
The three get to the front door of the building and Yuki says, "Please be careful, and good luck to you."
Jacky and Jim nod to her and Jim tries the door. It is unlocked, another sign that they are walking into a trap, Jim thinks. Jim opens the door slowly, checking behind the door to make sure no one is lying in wait to cash them from behind. The three people move into the now defunct hair salon. Jacky pulls out a small flash light from the inside pocket of her jacket, and turns it on, shining it around to room. From the look of things this place hadn't been in business for some time. There is trash and old wine bottle strewn about the room. From the look of things Philadelphia's homeless population had used this building for a crash pad.
"Jacky turns to Jim and Yuki, "I'll check up stairs to see if she is there, Jim you back me up down here, and Yuki you stay with Jim."
"Good ideas, Jacky watch your back doll," Jim said to his Scots South African partner.
Jacky headed up the stairs searching for Yuki's sister, Sasha, Yuki and Jim waited at the bottom of the stairs. Jim stood ready to help his close friend in case she got jumped when she got upstairs. Jim watched the 49 year old private detective climb the stairs. Thinking to himself how hot she looked in Jill's spandex disco outfit. Yuki stood behind the 47 year old male sleuth and smiled.
"I am so grateful to you and your friend, my family will be in your debt forever," Yuki whispered in Jim's ear.

5 Good nights Jacky and Jim
As the Scottish female sleuth walked slowly up the stairs, Jim watch intently ready to rush to Jacky's aid if she walked into trouble.
"This is so exciting Mr. Jim Brandon, maybe I can become one of your private eyes at your agency," said Yuki. "I can be your female Charlie Chan," she went on to say laughing a little.
"Well, that could be possible, you have to go to school and learn investigation methods, and maybe in four or five years, you could become a private detective," Jim replied to Yuki.
Little did Jim realize that Yuki had pulled out a .44 Magnum from her purse. He was too preoccupied watching the spandex clad Jacky Graham go up the steps. Jim was excited to be working with Jacky again, he had really enjoyed helping Jacky in Glasgow. Even though they had spent a good amount of time unconscious, and he had a few lumps to prove it. Jacky had made an excellent partner, like Jill and Beverly. These thoughts running through the 47 year old male sleuths mind was a mistake. Yuki raised the pistol and swung it toward the base of Jim's neck.
'TTHHWWAAPP!!!' The sound of the pistol making impact against the black hair cover skull of the unsuspecting detective.
"UUUNNNHHH..." an involuntary groan escaped Jim's mouth as his eye went wide with shock and pain. His vision turned red with exploding stars, which grew dark. Jim's eyes rolled upward as he fell face first on the floor. Yuki had knocked out her employee. Jim's last conscious thoughts were he had taken his friend Jacky right into a trap. Jim felt himself grow aroused, and his penis grew hard under his spandex disco pants. The thought that Jacky would soon be lying next to him also in a forced unconsciousness excited the sleuth to no end.
Yuki swung the pistol and watched it make impact with the back of Jim's neck. She saw the sleuth's body jerk awkwardly and fall forward to the salon floor. Yuki was happy that Jim didn't try to prevent his fall, a sure sign the blow was hard enough to knock the detective out cold. As the Asian woman looked at the fallen sleuth she saw his right leg spasm and raise a few inches the drop to the floor and lay still.
"Now to wait for the girl to come down and I'll soon be able to collect my bounty on Mr. Brandon here," Yuki said softly.
While Yuki was knocking her friend Jim out. Jacky had gotten to the top of the stairs she looked around the small room, "There is no one here, she whispered softly to herself."
Jacky saw some of the same stuff she had seen downstairs, broken liqueur bottles trash, a hair dryer. A wave of fear washed over her as she noticed the police outline of a body on the floor, also against the far wall were three cans of gasoline and a bundle of dynamite. Jacky ran over to the explosives and checked the timer. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, it wasn't active. Then the female Scots sleuth realized.
"RATICUS IT'S A TRAP," screamed Jacky inside her head, as she heard what sounded like a duffle bag of clothes being dropped on the floor. The mature 49 year old woman quickly turned and headed back toward the stairs. Jacky took on last look around to see if the was any signs that someone had been held against their will here. She had hoped the outline of the body wasn't Jim's client's sister Sasha.
Jacky quickly went down the stairs shouting, "Jim, Yuki get out there is a bomb up here!"
The sexy mature sleuth got to the bottom of the stairs and turned, only to see Jim lying knocked out on the floor and Yuki pointing a pistol at her. Jacky's heart sank when she realized the sound she had heard upstairs was of Jim being knocked out. Her back up now unconscious on the floor, Jacky thought she soon would be lying next to him unconscious.
"That's it Mrs. Graham don't make any sudden moves, and put your hands up, I really don't like shooting people, explosives are more my thing," Yuki said to the stunned Scot South African woman.
"Why Yuki, what did Jim do to you," Jacky asked the Asian woman?
"He never did anything to me, but I have been paid very well to make sure Mr. James Brandon meets his maker. You just happen to be caught up in all this, I'm afraid I cannot leave any witnesses," Yuki told the trapped blonde shamus.
"Who paid you to kill, Jim," Jacky asked trying to stall for time to come up with a plan.
"Oh, Mr. Brandon isn't dead yet, he will be and so will you Mrs. Graham, and I'm afraid you won't find out who hired me, but it was a good try. Now if you will come a little closer to me, Mrs. Graham," Yuki told the helpless Jacky.
Jacky walked toward the young Asian hit woman, stepping over her unconscious friend and partner. Thinking, " Richard warned me to be careful." The blonde Scot detective thought of her husband and daughter, Connie and son Allen, she loved them so much, and hoped she would get to see them again.
Jacky walked right up to Yuki. The barrel of the pistol pressing into her stomach. Jacky could feel the barrel through the spandex fabric of her bodysuit. "Oh, boy! Jill is going to be angry with me for getting her spandex outfit dirty," was all Jacky could think of, having just met Jill Benner and becoming so fond of the young blonde detective. She had hoped she would have gotten a better chance to know Jill, since she had convinced Jacky to wear such a revealing outfit, but Jill had a similar body type as Jacky even though she wasn't as old as Jacky.
"Not so close Mrs. Graham, I don't want you to get any chances to attack me, take a step or two back and turn around," Yuki said to Jacky.
"Is it one step or two, Yuki," said Jacky with a smirk on her face.
"I wouldn't be so cocky Mrs. Graham you are about to be rendered unconscious and soon after you and Mr. Brandon will be killed in an explosion, you are in deep trouble. So being smart doesn't help right at the moment," Yuki said with some anger growing in her voice.
Of course Yuki was right, but it was in Jacky's nature to never give up. Jacky knew Yuki could of just coshed her right on top of the head, but now Jacky took two steps back and turned her back to the Asian hit woman.
"Oh, man here it comes," Jacky thought, "Okay now what, Yuki?" said Jacky defiantly.
"This!" said Yuki smiling.
THUD!!!
Yuki's pistol came crashing down making brutal impact with the base of Jacky's blonde bobbed skull.
"UNNNGGgghhh...."moaned Jacky as the pain of the blow rushed through her spandex encased body.
Her head jerked back and she winced from the pain coursing through her body. When the Scottish blonde sleuth opened her eyes again, they were already rolling up in their sockets. Her vision turned photo negative and everything started growing dark. Jacky knew all too well she had received a knockout blow. Her knees gave out and she fell on top of her unconscious partner, Jim. The blonde Scottish detective tried to rise one more time, but her muscles convulsed one more time as she collapsed down a dark hole into pain and darkness.
Yuki watched Jacky go rigid at the blow she had delivered took effect. She saw Jacky throw her head back and slump down. Yuki enjoyed hearing the sound of two spandex encased bodies crashing into each other. Yuki saw Jacky try to get up, but let out a faint sigh and went totally limp on top of her partner. Now Jacky lay on top of her friend Jim, both in deep forced unconsciousness.

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 Harrison Middle School Affair

1: Jill to the Rescue

Jill Benner had worked at the Harrison middle school for about a year and a half now, after she got discharged from the Army.  She started as the science teacher but moved to the 5th grade at the beginning of the school year, which made her happy.  She was now teaching the same grade as her best friend May Conner. Who had taken Jill under her wing when she had gotten the teaching job. Plus, Jill had taken a liking to the young custodian, Jim Brandon.  She thought that he liked her also.

She had gotten to know Jim really well, having coffee and lunch with him several times.  She knew he was going to school for private investigations, and had met a young African American woman, about the same age as Jill, named Beverly Spencer.  The two had done several projects together and worked well together.  Jim thought them might take a chance and open their own private investigation firm when they graduated.

Jill knew Jim didn’t believe in work place romances, he thought nothing good could come of it. So neither of them perused the romance.  She did enjoy his company though.

On the teaching end of the job Jill was one of the most popular teachers at Harrison middle school.  There were three teachers teaching 5th grade at the school. Jill, May and a woman named Debbie Crenshaw.  Debbie Crenshaw had taught at the school for about five years.  The children in her class weren’t bad children Jill thought, they just had a bad teacher. It seemed like Debbie blamed the children for everything.  She seemed to be shouting at them all the time.  Jill and Debbie often clashed at meetings, and Jill had on more than one occasion let Debbie know what she thought.  Jill always spoke her mind. The School principal had ordered Jill, May and Debbie to hash out their problems, so it wouldn’t hinder the education of the children.

On this day nothing exciting had happened, Jill was copying some test papers for the next day, and had to grade some reports that night.  May was going to meet her and they were going to go out to the diner down the street for an early dinner, Jim had recommended it for the price and the food was good also. Knowing Jim, it also had a few beautiful waitresses.

Suddenly a young girl comes rushing into the teachers’ lounge.  “Ms. Benner, Ms. Benner come quick there is a boy in the girls’ locker room,” said a young girl.

“What!” Jill shouted. She recognized the girl as Alisa Clinton, a student in Debbie Crenshaw’s class.  She was wearing gymnastic clothes, and Jill remember she was on the schools Gymnastics team.

“Some boy is in the locker room and all the girls are hiding in the showers, I snuck past him to get help,” Alisa told Jill.

“Who was supposed to be watching you girls today,” Jill asked Alisa?

“Ms. Crenshaw, but she left early. She said something about a date and couldn’t be held up by a bunch of little girls,” Alisa told Jill.

Again Debbie Crenshaw Jill thought.  Well this time Debbie wasn’t going to get away with abandoning children at the end of the day, especially little girls scantily clad in a locker room.  “Okay Alisa calm down and lead me to the locker, we’ll see if we can find Jim or any of the custodial staff to come with us.” Jill told the young girl.  Jill would feel better if she had another adult with her.  She was an Army veteran, but was only an office clerk not an infantryman.  It would be great if she ran into Jim, he was a U.S. Marine veteran who was in recognizes and a combat veteran.

The girl’s locker room was on the other side of the gym, Alisa ran down the hall, and Jill briskly walked behind her.  Her high heels wouldn’t let her run without the risk of falling.  “Hurry up Ms. Benner, hurry,” Alisa shouted.

“I’ll be there Alisa, just don’t go rushing in without me,” Jill replied thinking she should have taken her heels off in the lounge.

Alisa didn’t listen to Jill and usual for a 12-year-old. Jill got to the door of the locker room where Alisa was standing.  “He’s in here somewhere, Ms. Benner,” Alisa said.

Jill peered into the locker room and all was quiet, no one was about.  Jill felt a little nervous, they didn’t run into any of the custodial staff or any other teachers.  Jill knew May was up in her classroom, and should have called her friend to meet them there, but she didn’t.

“Where was the man, Alisa,” asked Jill?

“He was down the middle isle between the lockers. I was going to my locker when I saw him,” Alisa told Jill.

Jill walked into the locker room, her heels clacking on the floor.  She wanted to make sure who ever it was heard her coming.  She made sure that Alisa was behind her, she didn’t need a hostage situation.  Standing at the end of the row of locker in the middle of the isle Jill said, “Whoever you are come out now and the Police won’t be called.” 

Jill waited a few moments and said again, “Come on out, I’m going to call the Police.”

She reached for her cell phone in the left pocket of her skirt, but felt nothing.  “DAM! I left in charging in the teachers’ lounge,” she thought.

She said one more time more sternly, “THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE, COME OUT NOW!”

She could feel Alisa standing close behind her.  “Go get the other girls, and get out of here Alisa,” Jill told the young girl.  Then she saw movement at the end of the row of locker on her left.  A head peered around the corner.  Jill felt nervous, she hoped whoever it was, wasn’t armed.  Jill also felt a little excited, being in a perilous situation was exciting to her.

“Come on out I see you there,” Jill said in a calmer voice.

It was a young man, more of a teenager, wearing a white tank top t-shirt and a pair of black lycra running tights. She recognized him as a former student Sheldon Holloway.  He came out and stood in the isle at the other end of the row of lockers.  “Sheldon Holloway is that you,” Jill asked?

“Uh yes Ms. Benner,” Sheldon replied.

“What are you doing here, and why did you scare these girls’ half to deUUUNNNGGGHHHH….” Jill’s word was cut off by an explosion at the back of her blonde bobbed head.

“KKLLAANNK!!!”

Alisa had picked up a small two-pound dumbbell off the table when Jill thought she was heading to the showers to get the other girls.  She then ran and jumped on a stool and brought the weight crashing down on to the unsuspecting teacher’s skull.  Jill threw her head back and realized she had no control of her body, but was aware of a tremendous pain coursing through her body.  Her vision turned photo negative and what seem like a dark tunnel engulfed her.  She dropped to her knees and swayed back and forth.

“Hit her again, Alisa you didn’t knock her out,” Jill heard Sheldon say.

“No Way Shelly I don’t want to kill her, I hit her plenty hard to knock her out,” Alisa replied.

  The young blonde teacher was unable to figure out what had happened. “Why did Alisa hit me,” thought Jill through the red haze of pain filling her skull.

“HA HA HA HA, that’s fine Alisa she is all but knocked out,” a familiar female voice said from behind Jill.  Then she let out another faint moan, “oooohhh…” and collapsed face first onto the locker room floor.  Her left leg rose for a second and spasmed and drop to the floor and Jill went still, unconscious.  Alisa knelt down next to the teacher she had just knocked out.  She placed her hand on Jill’s firm arise and moved it up to her head feeling the silkiness of her blue satin blouse. She could feel that the young woman was breathing slow and steady. Then Alisa felt the lump that was just starting to form on the back of Jill’s skull.

“Sheldon go make sure Ms. Conner is still in her classroom, Alisa help me drag Benner over here,” said the woman.

Sheldon left the locker room hoping neither of the two women notice the massive hard on that had grown inside his spandex tights.  He had had a crush on Ms. Benner, but she was only at the school for about half a year before he graduated.  He had had Jill as a teacher for his science class the last part of that year. 

One time she was helping him with a project, she was looking over his shoulder and touched him on the back.  Between how she smelled and her breast touching his right shoulder, he erupted in an orgasm right in his seat.  He was terribly embarrassed and started to turn bright red.  Jill had realized what had happened and made him stay after class so no one would see the stain in his pants.  Then she let him go to the bathroom to clean himself up.  He felt awful helping Debbie Crenshaw knock Jill out.  He went to check and see if May Conner was still in her classroom.

While Sheldon was doing this Debbie and Alisa dragged Jill by her feet to the front of the locker room. Jill was dead weight, deeply unconscious.  Debbie rolled the young blonde on to her back, and started to unbutton her blouse.  Alisa used her left foot and pushed Jill’s head, which rolled side to side. Unbuttoning the last button on Jill’s blouse her breasts popped out.  Alisa knelt down next to the unconscious 5th grade teacher.  She was entranced with the round pert breast of the teacher.  Taking her hand and cupping Jill’s right tit,

 She pinched the rock hard nipple, “WOW!  She is turned on even when she is unconscious,” Alisa said.

“It happens when you get knocked out, Alisa,” Debbie told her.

“What are you going to do with her,” Alisa asked?

“That’s not your problem, Alisa you’ll get you A and be able to go to the best high school in Philly after I write my recommendation,” Debbie told the young girl.

Alisa then got the towel cart out of the shower and they dumped Jill’s unconscious form into it. Her head whacking the bottom of the cart.  Debbie then cover Jill’s body with all the towels she could find.  Then Debbie and Alisa rolled the cart toward the teacher’s lounge.  After they got the car to the lounge, Debbie told Alisa to take off she would handle the rest, “I’ll see you in the morning, Alisa,” Debbie said.

“What are you going to do with Ms. Benner,” Alisa asked?

“She and Ms. Conner are going to have some fun tonight, and I’m going to take some pictures with them,” Debbie told Alisa.

“I want to help, “Alisa insisted.

The two women the proceeded to pull Jill’s unconscious form out of the laundry cart, and place her in a chair.  Jill slumped down in the chair still deeply unconscious.  The two blows to her head would ensure she probably be knocked out for quite a few hours to come.  Debbie reaches behind Jill and unzips her skirt and with one good pull she strips Jill’s skirt right off her unconscious hips, rivaling her green silk thong.  Debbie hands some rope to Alisa and told her to tie her hands behind her back, while she tied her ankles together.  Debbie then reaches into the cart and pulls out a red ball gag and inserts into Jill’s unconscious mouth, “I think you like big things in your mouth Jill, heh heh heh,” Debbie chuckled.

Debbie notices Alisa was cupping Jill’s right breast again; she watches the girl pinch Jill’s nipple again.  Jill’s nipple was still semi hard but it didn’t take much to make it rock hard once again.  Then Alisa couldn’t control herself she started sucking Jill’s right breast, the young girl slurped the knocked out woman’s nipple and tonged the tip.  Debbie could see how aroused Alisa was, which sort of turned Debbie on.  She could feel her nipples get hard and push against the spandex fabric of her bodysuit.

Forcing herself to stop she said to Alisa, “Come on Alisa you have to get home, I can handle the rest of my plan.”

“Okay, just one more taste. I sure enjoyed playing with Ms. Benner,” Alisa said then she sucked hard on Jill’s right breast one more time.  So hard she elicited a moan out of the unconscious woman, “MMMMMHHH…”

Alisa then kissed Jill on the cheek and turned and walked out of the lounge, Debbie give her a light smack on her spandex encase arise, “Great job, Alisa,” she said.

Debbie turned her attention back to Jill. She walks over to her and reached between Jill’s legs, “Ah just as I thought your already moist down there,” she said as she felt that the silk fabric was damp with Jill’s juices. She then reaches into her thong and start to massage Jill’s clitoris.  In a few moments Jill erupts in an orgasm, soaking her silk thong.

“I always knew you were a slut Benner,” Debbie said as she wipes Jill’s cum on the knocked out woman’s face.  Then she walks out of the teacher’s lounge to put the next phase of her plan into operation.

 

 

2. Debbie makes Peace:

Debbie leaves Jill knocked out and tied up in the teacher’s lounge.  She runs into Sheldon in hallway at the base of the stairwell, he had changed out of his work out gear and put on his street clothes.  “Is she still in her classroom Sheldon,” asked Debbie?

“Yes Ms. Crenshaw, but she is about to leave. I heard her say something about meeting Ms. Benner in the teacher’s lounge,” Sheldon told her.

“Good, you did a great hob Sheldon,” Debbie said to the young man.

“Where is Ms. Benner? What did you do with her,” Sheldon said nervously?

“She is still unconscious, and I have her tied up in the lounge. Now run along and don’t let anybody see you,” Debbie told Sheldon.

The young boy head off in the direction of the lounge, with an excited look on his face.  Debbie couldn’t be bothered with him right now, she had to lure May Conner into her trap. “These two cunts have been a pain in my neck since the Benner slut started teaching here,” she thought to herself

Sheldon moved quickly through the halls of Harrison middle school, being careful not to get spotted by any of the custodial staff.  He gets to the teacher’s lounge door and stops.  The sight that greeted him was his blonde teaching crush, partially naked gagged and tied to a chair. Jill’s head was slumped over her chin resting on her chest.  Sheldon felt his penis immediately grow rock hard at seeing Jill’s exposed breast.  Sheldon went into the lounge and stood there for a few moments.  The woman he had a huge crush on was now unconscious and seminude in front of him.  He shut to lounge door and wedge a chair under to door knob, he didn’t want anyone coming in on them.  Then Sheldon took off his pants exposing his rock hard member, already oozing some pre cum from its tip.

“Oh, Ms. Benner you don’t know how excited I am right now, you are so beautiful,” Sheldon said as he walked toward Jill.  He reached down and notice someone had already pleasure themselves and left their cum on Jill’s breast.  He cupped Jill’s right breast and noticed that her nipple was still semi hard.  “You were aroused already Ms. Benner,” Sheldon said inquisitively?

He then sat on Jill’s lap rubbing his penis on her stomach, then put his erection between Jill’s breast and started to titty fuck the unconscious teacher.  In a few minutes Sheldon exploded in a massive orgasm, spuming his semen all over Jill’s chest.  “UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!” grunted the young teenager.  The young man almost passed out from the orgasm, he stepped back his cock still spewing cum, and it dripping on to Jill’s thighs.  He looked at his knocked out crush and watched his semen start to slid down Jill’s breast till it started to drip off her right nipple.

He started to feel a sense of guilt wash over him, and he started to get afraid.  “I’m so sorry Ms. Benner I didn’t mean to do any of this,” Sheldon said to the unconscious woman, and he quickly pulled on his trousers and rushed out of the teacher’s lounge slamming the door behind him.

Debbie headed up the stairs toward the area of the school where the 5th grade classes were.  As she got to May’ classroom door she saw May coming out and locking the door.  “May do you have a minute, I would like to talk to you,” Debbie said.

May was startled by Debbie, she usually leaves the building right away after school dismisses for the day.  “Uh, not really I have to copy some text papers and I’m meeting Jill in the teacher’s lounge, we’re going to Mug Shots for some dinner,” May said to Debbie.

“Oh great I wanted to talk to her also.  I just want to clear the air with you two, it is a long school year and we all might as well get along,” Debbie said to May.  What May didn’t know was that Jill was in the teacher’s lounge, but deeply unconscious and tied up.

“WOW!  This is shocking, Debbie I thought you didn’t approve of our teaching methods,” May replied.

“I normally don’t, but I think I can learn from both of you and maybe you can learn some things from me,” Debbie replied.,

“That is very open minded of you Debbie, I never would have thought you were that open minded.  Walk down to the lounge with me and the three of us could talk there,” May told Debbie.  May never took Debbie to be that open to learning different ways of teaching from other teacher.  “I guess anyone can change,” she thought to herself as the two women walked to the stairwell.

“I think we just got off on the wrong foot to start with, May,” Debbie said, trying to make May feel at ease so she wouldn’t be on guard.  Also thinking that Jill was waiting down in the lounge she wouldn’t be expecting Debbie to do anything.

May was almost ecstatic, she never liked infighting between employees and especially teachers, the only people that were hurt were the children, and their grades. A smile came over her face and she started to feel at ease.  The two women chatted as they walked down the stairs and hall leading to the teacher’s lounge.  Debbie explained to her how she always wanted her students to do their best, and how hard it was because Harrison was such a good school, one of the best in the city.  May agreed with her but tried to point out that Debbie loses her patients to quickly with the children.   Debbie admitted that she did lose her temper with the kids quite often, but she felt they weren’t trying hard enough. 

“By the way I really love that suit you are wearing, you look so smart in it,” Debbie said to May.

“Thank you I got it a Saks, on sale I couldn’t believe it,” May replied.

Debbie’s plan was working perfectly, May was now totally at ease with Debbie.  The two teachers turned the corner into the hall where the teacher’s lounge is.  “I guess everyone went home for the night, I wonder where the cleaning staff is,” May said to Debbie.

“Just one of those days everyone jets out of here in a hurry, plus it is after 5:30 pm. Doesn’t Mr. Brandon want all the teachers to leave by then,” Debbie replied knowing she was right.  Jim liked the teacher to leave no later than 5:30 pm so the cleaning staff could have the building all to themselves, it made it easier to do their job.

“Yeah I guess you’re right, he does make an exception for Jill and I, I’m not sure why,” May said, she really knew that Jim really had a crush on Jill and like her also.

“HA you have to be kidding. You don’t know why, he has a crush on Jill and has a fancy for you also,” Debbie said to May as she could see May start to blush.  May knew she was right, she had seen the chemistry between Jill and Jim, and Jim also enjoyed May’s company too.  The two women get to the lounge and Debbie motions for May to go in first, “After you May,” she says.

“Thank you, Debbie,” May replies as she takes a hold of the door knob and opened the door.  As May goes into the lounge she says, “Jill you can’t believe OH MY GOD!”

May is frozen in place in total shock at the sight that greeted her.  Jill unconscious gagged and tied to a chair, and what looked like sperm all over her chest and thighs.  May takes a step toward Jill, then Debbie strikes.  She raises her right hand, and delivers a hard judo chop to the back of the unsuspecting May’s neck.

“THWAK!’

“AAKKK…” May gasped as the shock of Debbie’s chop runs down her spine like an electrical charge.  Her whole body goes rigid for an instant, and her eyes grow wide with shock.  Then her brown and white orbs start to roll up in their sockets as May’s knees give out as she falls forward toward her knocked out best friend.  May fall face first onto the lounge tile floor, the right side of her head hitting the tile hard.  One final blow to ensure her unconsciousness.

May was unable to control herself as she felt a warm giddiness coming over her body, and then she lets out a faint moan and slips into pain and darkness, “ooooohhhh…”

“Welcome to my little party May. Now the two guests of honor are finally both here, time to have some fun with you too,” Debbie said to the now unconscious May.

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3: Jill and May get close

Debbie looks down at the knocked out May Conner, “Oh it was so easy luring you down here May. I hope you enjoy your forced nap,” she said.  May didn’t reply at all, she was deeply unconscious.  Debbie used the tip of her foot to nudge May’s left thigh. This elicit no response at all.  The combination of the judo chop and May striking her head on the tile floor made sue she was totally knocked out.

Debbie quickly went to work.  She knelt down and unbuttoned the snap at the back of May’s skirt, pulling her skirt down her thigh and off her inert legs.  Reveling her satin panties and fishnet stocking, Then Debbie rolled May over onto her back, May’s arms flopping over.  She then unbuttons May’s suit jacket reveling her ample bosom encased in a silk camisole.

“My May you are such a fit woman,” Debbie said, tracing May’s six pack abs and exploring the camel toe clef encased in May’s satin panties.  She picks May up pulling her suit jacket off and then her silk camisole, letting May flop back down hard on the tile floor with a thump.  May striking the back of her head hard, another blow to ensure May would be unconscious for hours to come. 

Debbie could not help but admire May’s round frim pert breast. Cupping and squeezing her left breast and pinching May’s right nipple and sucking on the left one as she did, as she did she reached down and caressed May’s satin encased clit.  After a few minutes she managed to make the unconscious woman erupt in an orgasm.

“uuuunnnhhh….” a faint moan escapes the knocked out May’s lips as her body shudders as the force of the orgasm rushes through her body.

“HA HA HA HA, you’re a slut also Conner,” Debbie said as she stood up, seeing a dark stain appear in May’s satin panties.  Debbie reached between her thighs feeling moisture.  She needed satisfaction, all this stripping and masturbating of these two aroused her to no end.  “Maybe after I tie you up Conner I’ll go find Jim Brandon and fuck his brains out, just to make both of your humiliation’s complete,” Debbie went on to say.  She then went over to the cabinet and produced another large red ball gag and some more rope.  She places the ball gag in May’s slack mouth, and then picks the unconscious teacher up and places her onto the knocked out Jill’s lap.  Having the two seminude women face each other, she ties May’s wrist behind Jill’s neck. Then tying the two women’s thighs together she then retrieves a vibrator from her purse.  Turning it on she inserts it between the two women, forcing it down to where it touches both their viginas.

The vibrations instantly elicit a moan and movement from Jill, “MMMMMM….”

“Oh coming around already, Jill,” Debbie said, “I can’t have that happening.”  She takes the two women’s heads and smacks them together.

“CLOP!”

“mmhhhh…” groans Jill as she slips into oblivion once again.  Confident the blow will keep the two women out for hours to come, Debbie admires her bondage handy work.  Already she could see the two women begin to gyrate as the vibrator does its work on them.  The vibrator would masturbate both of the unconscious women till they orgasm over and over.  “This will either kill you or you’ll be so dehydrated and exhausted you won’t be able to tell anyone what had happened,” Debbie said to the knocked out Jill and May.

“OH this is so great, I’m ecstatic my two biggest rivals knocked unconscious and tied up in an erotic sexual bondage.  I’ll come in early tomorrow untie you two and make sure your still unconscious.  Then when the rest of the building staff finds you, you two will be so humiliated you’ll have to resign you teaching positions and leave the school,” Debbie boasted.  She then turned and left the two women to their fate. Closing and locking the teacher’s lounge door she heads off to find either Jim Brandon or Sheldon to get some sexual satisfaction.  Because striping and masturbating both Jill and May had turned Debbie on, and at thirty-five she was at her sexual peek. “Maybe I should just find Sheldon, he is a young teen and at his peak. I might kill Jim Brandon,” Debbie said laughing as she walked down the hall.  Leaving the unconscious Jill Benner and May Conner gyrating under the influence of her vibrator.

4: A Change in the Morning routine

Around 4 AM the next morning Jim Brandon is opening up the school building for the day.  Making sure all the rooms and bathrooms where cleaned, and no break in happened overnight.  Even the Harrison school has had its share of break ins overnight.  He usually starts on the third floor of the building, but for some reason today he decided to start on the first floor, maybe because he needed a cup of coffee this morning, his dart league ran late the previous night.  So he was very tired.  After unlocking and turning on the lights in the main office he headed toward the teacher’s lounge.  Unlocking and outside doors as he went along.

He thought he would have heard from Jill last night.  She usually calls his cell phone around 8 PM to talk about the past day, mainly sometimes to just complain about Debbie Crenshaw, and her teaching styles.  She didn’t last night, “Maybe she had a HOT date,” he thought disappoint.  Jim thought Jill was a great girl and really could never work up the courage to ask her out.  They seemed to have a lot in common and got along greatly when they were together.

“Maybe today will be the day I ask her out,” Jim said to himself, he wanted to ask her when it was just them together.  He turned the corner and walked down the hall where the teacher’s lounge was.  He’ll start the coffee and it will be ready when he gets down opening the rest of the building.

“WHAT THE HELL!” Jim shouted as he opened the door.  He rushed over to May and saw Jill under her, “OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING,” Jim shouted? 

He then realized they were both unconscious.  Then he heard a buzzing sound and looked down and noticed a vibrator humming away and working on both of their sweet spots.  In fact, the signs of several orgasms soaked the chair and pooled on the floor.  Jim pulled the sopping wet vibrator out from between Jill and May.  The two women were breathing heavily and leaning against each other.  Both had had several orgasms during the night.  Then Jim noticed that both of them were tied together and they had ball gags in their mouths.

“Who the heck did this to you two,” Jim said to them, not expecting a response.

Jim touched May’s naked back, “May May wake up are you okay, can you hear me,” Jim said as he started to undo May’s ball gag.  Then he undid Jill’s trying to rouse both of them.  Soon May started to come around, it was going to take some time for either of the two women come around, both of them having taken quite a few blows to the head the evening before.  Jim knew he had to wake them up fast because the rest of the teachers and building staff would be coming in soon.  He untied the two women and by then May was awake but very groggy.  So groggy she didn’t realize she was topless.  May stood up barely, she staggered a bit then leaned against a table in the center of the room.

Jim removed his top shirt and put it on May, to cover up.  Then Jim turn his attention to Jill, untying her wrist, the sexy blonde teacher started to slump forward off the chair. Jim quickly reached around and grabbed Jill, His right hand cupping Jill’s breast.  “Oh sorry Jill,” he said, noticing Jill’s nipple was rock hard.

“Wow, she is really turned on,” Jim thought, as he patted her on the back trying to revive her. 

Soon Jill let out a moan, “oooohhhh…”

A good sign Jim thought as he looked up at May who was starting to come to her senses.  “May are you okay? What happen here,” Jim asked?

“UUUNNNHHH… I…I’m not sure some on hit me from behind,” May groaned.

“UUNNGGHH…” my head… aching, where am I,” Jill moaned.  Jill sat back in the chair, reaching up to the lump that had formed on the back of her head, “oooo….” She winced as she touched it.

“Take it easy Jill, don’t try and move yet,” Jim said.

“Jill? Where is Debbie,” May asked?

“Debbie, she wasn’t here,” Jim told May.

“Debbie Crenshaw…what she got to do with this,” Jill groaned.

“I’m not sure, but I think you two should go over to my office. I have some clothes you can borrow in the closet,” Jim said.

“Clothes why would… I’m naked,” Jill exclaimed!

“Hurry over there before anyone comes in. I’ll clean this mess up and finish opening up, then meet you two in my office. Try staying out of sight,” Jim told May and Jill. 

The three of them left the lounge and Jill and May went to Jim’s office while Jim finished opening up the school building and cleaned up the results of the several orgasms both Jill and May had had.  As Jim headed up the stairs to the third floor to turn on all the lights he could help beck get a little aroused as seeing his two favorite teachers knocked out and tied up, in their seminude state.  He couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever be knocked out and left in some kind of erotic bondage like Jill and May were.  He would have to mention this situation to his friend Beverly Spencer when he goes to class that night.

About thirty minutes later Jim gets back to his office, “Jill May are you here,” he said as he shut the office door behind him.

“Yes we are in you back room,” May replied.  The two women came out of the room, both had covered up and cleaned up after their ordeal.  May putting on his London Fog trench coat and a pair of grey sweat pants, Jill buttoned up her satin blouse and put on a pair of spandex running leggings she found in Jim’s closet.

“How do you two feel,” Jim asked?

“I guess none the worse for wear considering the situation you found us in, and by the way are you sure Debbie Crenshaw wasn’t tied up somewhere,” Jill asked?

“No I checked everywhere and I haven’t found anyone else or anything missing,” Jim replied.

“Then that bitch must have knocked me out,” May said angrily.

“She must have clubbed me too, or at least been behind knocking me out,” Jill said.

“Why would she do something like that,” Jim said, already knowing the animosity that was between the three women, and he knew the saying, hell hath no fury like a woman scorn, all too well.

“Well for instants she left the girls gymnastic team alone yesterday for one,” Jill said. they all knew leaving children unattended even in a school was totally forbidden.   “As a result I got coshed from behind, I wouldn’t think Alisa did it or could have done it.  It had to have been Debbie sneaking up behind me as I confronted Sheldon, and hit me with anything handy like a dumbbell or bottle.  She is more than capable of knocking someone out,” Jill went on to say.

“Well I think you two should go see a doctor and call out of work today, and call out now before anyone shows up,” Jim said, it was now going on 6 AM and people will be coming in soon. 

The two women agreed and used Jim’s cell phone to call out of work.  Jill         didn’t want to go to the doctors, but both May and Jim insisted that they go to the doctors.  Jim also said he would call an old neighbor who was now on the police force and have her come over and see if they could find any clues to proving Debbie Crenshaw really knocked them out or who did.

“That’s all well and fine, Jim, but let me know if she shows up for work today. As far as I am concerned she assaulted us and kidnaped us. We could have been killed,” Jill said to her friend.

“Okay Jill okay clam down don’t get you spandex all bunched up, I will let you know what we find out,” Jim said to his friend as Jill and May left the school.  Jim had never seen Jill so angry.

Philly’s Finest on the Job

Jim went on about his job the rest of the morning, he even managed to make the coffee before anyone else came in.  As he went out to check the grounds around the building he checks the morning sign in sheet to see if Debbie Crenshaw had come in yet., no she hasn’t yet.  So he went outside to check the building grounds for any litter or graffiti, when he got to the back side of the building he made a phone call to Police Officer Patty Aquino.  Jim and Patty had been neighbors growing up, and had gotten married and divorced very quickly, so she joined the Philadelphia Police force to make ends meet and enjoyed her job.  She had gotten really good at investigating crime scenes, so that is why Jim called, “Hello Patty, it is Jim Brandon. Could you stop by my school sometime today, we had a little problem over her and I need your advice,” Jim told Patty.

“Hey Jim, sure I’ve be over in about an hour.  You should make a Police report if anything serious happened,” she replied.

“Well I kind of have to keep it on the hush hush. Just come to the door by my office and I’ll let you in and fill you in on what has happened,” Jim told Patty.

“Okay if you say so. See you in an hour,” Patty said.

About a half hour later Debbie Crenshaw come into the Harrison school for the days teaching.  As she sings in she notices neither Jill nor May had signed in yet, but most of the time she was in before at least one of them.  Also she notices that the office is quite normal.  “There should be some kind of commotion, someone must have found May and Jill by now,” she thought.

Debbie went up to her classroom, and notices that neither of their classrooms are open yet.  “Could it be that no one has gone into the lounge yet,” she thought.  Having a half hour before the children had to report to their home rooms, Debbie went to check the teacher’s lounge and see if Jill and May were still tied up in there.

Debbie got to the lounge with no problem, but she noticed teachers coming out of the lounge with coffee.  When she went in she was aghast to see that the lounge was totally clean.  Not one sign of the two knocked out women, no sign of orgasmic juices that had squirted out of both Jill and May several times, no rope or ball gags.

“What the hell,” Debbie said.

“What’s wrong Debbie, you look disappointed,” said Denise one of the 1st grade teachers?

“Oh, nothing I came down to get a cup of coffee and copy some test papers, and I forgot the test,” Debbie made up a quick excuse to tell Denise.

“Well grab some coffee before it is gone, Jim made it this morning, it is really good,” Denise told Debbie.

“Jim! That bastard Jim Brandon must have discovered Jill and May and cleaned the scene up before anyone came in,” Debbie thought as she poured herself some coffee.  She decided to check out Jim Brandon’s office to see if she could find out anything.  “Well at least they left here half naked, since I took their clothes with me last night,” Debbie thought.

Debbie walked over to the part of the building where Jim Brandon’s office was, it was in a dead end hall the only other door lead to the boiler room, she wasn’t sure if there was an outside exit down there.  She turned the corner and placed her coffee cup on top of a locker and moved as quietly as she could toward Jim’s office.  She could hear voices coming from his office, one of a man and one of a woman.  Debbie leaned against the wall outside the office and listen intently.

“I found them this morning tied up together partially stripped of their clothing and unconscious and being masturbated by an electric vibrator,” Debbie heard the male say, who turned out to be Jim Brandon.  Debbie peered into Jim’s office and saw Jim talking to a female Police officer.

“OH CRAP! They called the police, Debbie thought her heart pounding in her chest.

“Do you have any idea who knocked them out,” said the woman?

“They think another teacher by the name of Debbie Crenshaw did it.  They have had some problems with her,” Jim went on to say.

“This Debbie Crenshaw is she here today? I would like to ask her some questions,” the woman went on to say.

“She hadn’t signed in before I called you, Patty, but she might have come in since then,” Jim went on to say. 

“Okay I’ll go take a look at the teachers’ lounge, then question Debbie Crenshaw.  Did you find their clothes when you cleaned up, they might have some clues to who knocked them out on them,” Patty asked Jim?

“No their clothes are missing; Debbie’s classroom is 212.  I’ll let the main office know you’re in the building, having a cop snooping around here will raise some questions, and I want to keep this quiet,” Jim told Patty.

Debbie quickly retreated down the hall, “He found them and helped them out, dam it,” Debbie thought.  She watched Patty walk by heading toward the teachers’ lounge.  Debbie thought quickly, I either have to go on the run now, or find out if she finds any clues in the lounge.

Debbie decided to follow the female Philadelphia police officer, and see what she finds out.  Watching Patty go into the lounge, Debbie snuck up to the doorway.  She sees Patty looking around the room looking for any clues.  “Not a bad looking police woman,” Debbie thought.

While Debbie was spying on Patty.  Patty was looking around the lounge for any clues linking Debbie Crenshaw with assaulting May and Jill. Patty didn’t expect to find much evidence.  Whoever knocked them out took their clothes, wouldn’t leave much evidence, plus Jim did a good job cleaning up the results of all the orgasms the two women had.

“Well there isn’t much here, I guess I’ll go talk to this Debbie Crenshaw,” Patty said to herself.

Debbie ran down the hall, and hid around the corner.  She waited till she heard the Police officer coming down the hall.  Then Debbie walked around the corner almost bumping into the police officer.  “Oh excuse me,” she said to the police officer acting startled.

“Oh my fault,” Patty replied.

“Good she doesn’t know who I am. Jim mustn’t have given her a description of me,” Debbie thought, “Oh my police in the building.  Has something happened,” Debbie asked Patty?

“Why no miss just a routine check of the building.  Could you direct me to room 212,” Patty asked Debbie?

“Why yes just through those doors and up the stairs make a left, and it is the second room on the left.  Is Debbie in trouble,” Debbie said.

“No no I just would like to ask her some questions about her whereabouts last night.  Thank you,” Patty said as she walked past Debbie toward the stairs.  As Patty walked past Debbie, Debbie raised her hand and gave Patty a hard judo chop to the base of her neck.

“UUUNNNGGGHHH…” grunted Patty as she stumbled forward her head slamming into the brass push bars, and she collapsed face first on the floor unconscious.  Debbie quickly looked around to make sure no one saw her knock Patty out.  Then she knelt down to check and make sure the police officer was okay.  She noticed a trickle of blood oozing from her forehead.  Patty had cut her head open when she hit the push bar.  The female police officer was breathing normally, but deeply unconscious.

“Good she is out cold. I have to get out of here,” Debbie said aloud.  She stood up and looked down at the knocked out policewoman and smiled, “Those judo classes really paid off, two judo chops two koi’s.”

Debbie turned and started to walk away.  She knew she had to get out of the building quickly.  The police will be all over the place now.  She swore at that moment that she would make Jill Benner, May Conner and Jim Brandon pay if it is the last thing she ever does.  “I’m sorry Alisa I won’t be able to write that reference letter for you, and you might get away with knocking Benner out, because they’ll blame it all on me now,” Debbie said to herself as she headed to the exit for the parking lot and her car.  Leaving officer Patty Aquino unconscious on the hall floor.

 

 

5: It all Adds up

Minutes later Jim is going to the teachers’ lounge to see if Patty found any clues, he had let the main office know that there was a policewoman in the building doing some training.  That way not too many questions would be asked.  He opens the door and partially trips over the inert form of Patty.

“WHAT THE HECK! Not again,” he shouts, “Patty are you okay?”

Patty was unable to answer, having taken a blow to her forehead and a blow to the back of her neck, she would be unconscious for a few hours at least.  Jim called for help and other police came, but furtively Patty covered Jim’s story, and pretty much went with the story that Debbie Crenshaw had lost it and broke under pressure and attacked Patty when her guard was down.

After work that day Jim went home and got showered and changed. He thought he would stop by Jill’s apartment to let her know what went down after she and May left.  He stopped by a flower shop and picked up a single red rose and drove up to Jill’s apartment complex.  He knew she would have been nervous all day, worried about her job and if anyone else had found out about what had happened.

Jill had gotten some rest after she came home from the doctors, she really didn’t want to go, but Jim and May insisted.  Jill decided to go for a run and maybe the fresh air would make her feel better.  She was full of mixed feelings, pain from the blow to the back of her head, anger for letting herself get knocked out and at Debbie Crenshaw.  So she dressed in her spandex navy blue running tights and pink Danskin sport bra and a powder blue top.  The sexy blonde was heading toward the door when a knock came at the door.  Jill trotted over to the door and opened it.

“Jim!?,” she said.

“Hey Jill I’d thought I’d come over and tell you what happened after you left,” Jim said to her.

“OH NO, am I in trouble,” Jill said as a worried look came over her face.

“No everything is fine for you two.  This is for you I hope you’re feeling better,” Jim said as he handed the rose to Jill.

“Oh thank God, and that is very sweet of you Jim,” Jill replied as she started to feel some sexual arousal grow inside of her, “Come on in and take a seat.”

Jim went into Jill’s apartment as Jill leaned against the back of her sofa. She noticed that Jim had been staring at her rear in her spandex running tights.  This made her smile a little, Jill worked hard to keep in shape, and she liked it when men and even women check her out from time to time. Jim went on to tell Jill what had happened after she and May left the school.  How he had Patty Aquino come in to check for any clues left behind, to give them any ideas who had knocked them out and tied them up in such a sexual bondage position.

“Look just tell me if Debbie Crenshaw showed up for work today,” Jill said tersely, she was sure that Debbie had knocked both of them out and tied them up like that.

“Well according to the sign in sheet she did, but she never showed up in her classroom, and someone knocked Patty out in the hall by the lounge,” Jim told Jill.

“WHAT! Patty got knocked out, who did it,” Jill asked?

Jim went on to tell her it was a woman who did it and she fit the description of Debbie Crenshaw, and Debbie never showed up or heard from after she signed in. This news made Jill feel a little better, but Debbie Crenshaw was still out there.  Until she was caught she and May were in danger.

Jim told Jill that he had talked to his friend Beverly Spencer and he was able to get Debbie Crenshaw’s address, and they would stake out her place even search it if they get a chance.

“Don’t do anything illegal, or get yourself knocked out. It hurts,” Jill said to Jim with a wink.

“I’ll be careful we’ve become pretty good at surveillance and snooping around,” Jim said as he got up and started to leave Jill’s apartment.  Jill followed him to the door and when Jim turn around to say goodbye.  Jill gave him a big hug, and kissed him right on the lips.  Jim was taken by surprise, but soon returned the kiss, and the two sunk into passion for a few minutes. Their tongues exploring each other’s mouths.  Jill could feel a bulge grow inside Jim’s jeans pushing against the spandex fabric of her running tights, as she grew moist. 

“Wow what was that,” Jim said?

“Just a way of thanking you for looking out for me and May,” Jill said to Jim as she winked at him.

“I’ll see you at work in a few days back at the school,” Jim said to her.

“Maybe you can come over for dinner this weekend and I can pay you back some more,” Jill said as she closed her door.

Jill went back in to her apartment and grabbed her cell phone to call May and tell her the news.  She could help but realize how turned on she was right at the moment.  She really thought Jim was hot and would love to get to know him better.  She knew he liked her also, but they seem to never get a chance to be together.

After Jill called May she went into her bedroom to her nightstand drawer and pulled out a little silver vibrator, “I can’t believe I’m so horny right now, after all the orgasms I had,” Jill said to herself.

The sexy blonde teacher was so hot that she didn’t even bother to strip out of her spandex running tights, and proceeded to pleasure herself right on her bed.  She imagined herself getting knocked out again and Jim rescuing her, she also imagined both of them getting knocked out together, and being tied up together.  This last thought brought Jill to a massive climax, ‘UUUUUNNNHHH….” she moaned and spasmed on her bed as the orgasm exploded inside of her.  Her juices soaking her spandex tights.  She laid on her bed breathing heavily until she passed out from the explosive climax.

 

 

 

Epilogue:

The follow week Jill and May returned to work, without any questions to their absence.  Her date the past weekend with Jim went great, but Jim had given her some bad news.  So That morning she and May were having coffee in the very same lounge they had had their interment night together.  The bad news Jim had given her was that he would be leaving his job as a custodian to start a private investigations business with this Beverly Spencer.

May was disappointed to hear that Jim was leaving, but she wanted to know what Jim and Beverly found at Debbie’s apartment, “What did they find Jill, was she there.”

“No her apartment was a dead end, all her clothes and personal belongings were gone,” Jill said.

“That’s too bad, looks like she got away,” May said, “But it looks like you have something else on your mind, what is it,” May went on to say.

“Well have you ever thought about becoming a private eye, I know you like murder mysteries, and watch all those cop shows on tv,” Jill said.

“I do from time to time.  I think it would be exciting, why do you ask,” May replied.

Jill went on to tell her that she and Jim had had sex on their date and during the sex she imagined that they were detectives working on a case. As they were snooping around she got hotter and hotter, and because of that she actually passed out when they orgasmed.

“Now I can’t get it out of my head.  I even got information off of Jim for the courses to get my private eye license,” Jill told May.

“Wow Jill I think we should do that, the money could be good, and we can set our own hours,” May replied to her.

The two women sat there and finished their coffee, not realizing their conversation had turned both of them on.

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Sleuth in Stasis

A Jacky Graham, PI, adventure

 

 

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1. A Hard Night's Day

It had been a hard night, a hard day, a hard week. Work was frantic. There seemed to be any number of errant wives requiring observation, errant husbands requiring checking out and shadowing, missing relatives, employees suspected of peculation, security queries.

'Cool Beans!...but..phew!' thought the hardworking private investigator Jacky Graham. Late nights observing until 10 or 11, snatching an all-too-brief night's sleep at home with husband R ichard, up at 6 for more obervations, then office in Glasgow for work, investiagtions, meetings. No time for personal pleasures!

'I can do hee haw else..I'm either going to need serviced offices or look at taking on a receptionist' she thought. Taking all the calls on iphone was fine, but very restricing while in the car and trying to be unobtrusive.

Of course, the compensation was that money flowed in, school fees for the kids were paid; keeping some back for a receptionist, even temporary, seemed a good move. Besides, she had taken on a very engrossing- and remunerative- case, that of Lucy Bonnington of Kilmarnock, whose employers felt certain that she was removing monies but could not see how. Jacky applied her accounting knowledge and had come up with a theory of what was going on and her patrons had agreed to give this a shot before reluctantly bringing in expensive forensic accountants. This meant a great deal of observation of comings and goings from Ms Bonnington's premises and where possible, a tail when she went out. Jacky applied her usual diligence and effort and felt she had acquitted herself well. The company directors were encouraged.

It was 12th March when Jacky had another new case; or at least half new. Mr Bonnington came to see her at her Glasgow office to enlist her able services in keeping tabs on his wife Lucy! It transpired that they had separated shortly before Jacky had begun operations for Lucy's employers (though Jacky did not disclose her employment of course).Mr Bonnington believed that his wife had been displaying marked lesbian tendencies and he wished Jacky to confirm these for the divorce papers which would follow.

'Gol-LY! That's the straw that broke the camel's back...' the overworked 49 year old PI declared and that same day she engaged Julie, a friend's 19-year-old daughter to man the phone in the office in George Street, Glasgow, whilst her patron padded the pavements, night and morn, of Southwest Scotland.

In fact, snooping Lucy Bonnington's movements for two clients rather than one involved little extra time in observation as Lucy was already receiving a great deal of Jacky's attention, as the fee and urgency demanded. It was reporting time that was additionally required and Jacky could not really ask anyone else to undertake that. It was husband Richard and the kids who lost out.

During the next two weeks, Jacky coped well and Julie settled into her new role, making her way to the office by X77 bus every day from Symington and acclimatizing to the telephone work.

On 27th March, Jacky received a call from Julie with a request to visit a new client,

Mrs Aston, at her address in Kilmarnock the next day. As this was only around the corner from Lucy Bonnington's abode in a well heeled suburb of Killie, Julie thought it made sense for Jacky to pay a house visit rather than come back to Glasgow to receive Mrs Aston at the office. Jacky wasn't so sure- the office was decorated to impress client's with her efficiency and industriousness and so back up her website advertising. House calls, unchecked, might be risky although what little there was on Mrs Aston on Google appeared to check out. Jacky confirmed the 2.30 appointment and decided to spend time that morning on other cases that also required urgent attention, attend Mrs Aston at 2.30 then observe the Bonnington residence for the afternoon, return home to take her daughter to her violin lesson in Kilmarnock, and resume observation through early evening.

Jacky spent the morning dealing with client matters in Ayr and Maybole, then drove to Kilmarnock along the A77 to he appointment with Mrs Aston, taking the trouble to pass by Lucy Bonnington's house en passant.

As she passed, Jacky was astonished to see that the door appeared to be slightly open- more than ajar! Yet Lucy was normally at work on a Wednesday afternoon an never seemed to have visitors at that time. If she were sick maybe...? An iphone call to Lucy's employers in the town centre revealed that she was at work but out on an errand. Maybe this was part of how she operated her fraudulent scheme?

A moment's thinking time and Jacky made a decision on the hoof...she would park nearby and snoop inside. illegal, but if challenged she would say she was passing to see the owner about selling a brand of religion and had been concerned to note the

door open. If not challenged...well, there might be evidence to hand which would clinch matters for either or both of her interested clients! Too choice and tasty a chance to miss.....

Phoning direct on her iphone to let Mrs Aston know she would be delayed, she obtained an engaged notice and left a message. Jacky had power-dressed to see her client in blue Jacket, mauve blouse and midi skirt and black pumps, but changed rapidly in the back of her car into her less striking 'observational' gear of black top and trousers with black flats on her fair feet, her mane of golden hair uncovered..

Approaching the house, Jacky looked striking, impressive and pretty as always, but more a casual caller than too professionally dressed. She carried her red bag on her shoulder which contained iphone and her personal 'handbag' effects.

The door was still open, and Jacky edged in, looking nervously about and mouthing a quiet 'Hel-LO!' which was not intended to alert the occupier unless very nearby.

No answer. No sound. Nothing stirred. No occupier angrily demanding to know why she stood in the house. An imposing Victorian 3 bed semi from the outside, internally it appeared modern.

The pretty PI drew confidence and with her usual self-assurance, began to slowly and quietly creep in the direction of the nearest room.

The sexy snoop toyed with the idea of removing her flats and as she always preferred, going completely silent in her bare feet but decided that should the owner appear, it would look suspicious and be pretty hard to explain away. Jacky didn't look the hippy who might habitually go barefooted, so the flats stayed on.

2. Tainted Ayr of Old Killie and its Petrified PIe

The first room, at the front, proved to be the living room with TV, table and other comforts. Other than a couple of letters confirming Lucy's name and address Jacky found nothing relevant to her search. 'Don't give a scooby for those!' she thought. Knowing time must be pressing, the daring detective moved swiftly on, hoping to come across an office or study, which might prove most rewarding.

Briefly checking out what proved to be a bathroom, the intrepid investigator quietly opened the next door to find a dimly lit room indeed. Unusually, this room boasted a spring door but a quick flash of light from Jacky's trusty iphone illuminated what appeared to be the mature blonde Scot's hoped-for eldorado, the paydirt she had dreamt of on entering for her illegal snoop. This seemed to be an office! Jacky Graham PI slipped into the room, silent but for the springdoor closing with a click behind her.

The intrepid investigator cast the light from the iphone about the dim room, getting her bearings, looking for a filing cabinet or something else which might contain documents. Glimpses showed that the window had been boarded over by nailed planks: there had to be a reason for that. Conscious of contents inside the room and feaful of burglary?Door seems a bit odd...taped around the periphery. Chairs, a desk! Jacky rifled through the contents of the drawers with a sense of urgency...Lucy might return at any moment!

What was this? The pert PI looked closer. It looked like a purchase document for...chemicals? But over there- bank statements! In her ex husbands name too...some of these might be useful!

Papers stuffed into the pockets of her black satiny elasticated trousers,Jacky cast about for anything else before making an exit.Cool beans, and tot siens Lucy!

Hang on....What was that though?

Hiiiiisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Just heard that..was too busy to take notice earlier, hells bells, she thought...what's that odour?...Oh..MAN!! GAS!!

Now she shone the iphone again, she could make out a smoky substance she had been too engrossed to notice before. It was starting to fill the room..she had been breathing it in! For how long?

Jacky Graham ran for the door, slammed into it, pulled...LOCKED! She pulled several times, to no avail, then pushed and slammed into it...no effect!

Running to the window, fell over over a stool on the floor with a shin-bruising clatter, then pulling feverishly at the planks nailed into the wall- 'Can't...shiFTT...UHH!..'

Jacky tried to keep calm, remember what she could- the gas might be thinnest nearer the round...but if she just stayed there, in the end she would succumb. Try the door again!.. running..

Suddenly, Jacky found her legs wouldnt work! Or her arms or body..she toppled to the floor, onto her breasts, her front, bruising but felt nothing, body twisted, left arm under her body, head to one side..but could no longer move!

But she could see- and still speak!

'HELP!' she Scottish sleuth cried out, genuinely terrified.   'HELP!'

No longer worried about being caught. Terrified she might never move again. Maybe poison gas, it might kill her? Jacky hadn't been gassed or chloroformed very often before, but sufficiently to expect dizziness foollowed by room swaying before it all got swalled up in a whirlpool of darkness. She awaited this stoically. But it didn't come!

Minutes passed. Seemed like hours. Gas filled the room. She could no longer help but breathe it, copiously, gulping it down in her fear. She heard a lick. Was that the door?

Then the smoke seemed to thin. She could see with her right eye, head to one side. Couldn't move though, except her eyeballs. The smoke cleared, after a few more minutes.

And a foot, female, shoed, clumped down next to Jacky's immobile head!

The black-clad detective lay, motionless, helpless, beside the foot. Jacky looked up with her right eye. Lucy Bonnington towered over her.

'Hello!' Lucy opened the conversation with a friendly smile. 'Mrs Jacky Graham, I think?'

Mrs Graham blinked an eye in confirmation. 'Yes..can you help? What's happened to me?'

'Well well, Mrs Graham, how nice to meet you like this! What's happened to you? Youv'e fallen into a trap, of course, Just like a rat, i believe? You know, the trap where the rat goes through a tunnel and a little wooden door drops down behind it, entrapping it in its little prison to be experimented upon? That's just what you have done. Came through my door, it locks behind you. To immobilise you, you got gassed, I'm afraid.'

'But...why?' Jacky asked quaveringly, despite her inward terror.

Lucy picked up the helpless 49 year old's unfeeling, unmoving ankles, gripped them tightly and commenced dragging Jacky's dead weight out of the dim room, into the hallway. Then up the stairs- a strain even on the 35 year old Lucy Bonnington, who took it slowly, as if anxious not to let the ascent bump Jacky's head, any more than necessary. Lucy spoke to her captive audience as she dragged Jacky along.

'Because of the reason you are here of course. You are onto me. I know, because a friend of mine at work let drop, who you were and what you are up to. I couldn't just sit back and wait for the net to close on me. So I set a little trap. I knew a private eye like you couldn't begin to resist an open door. A false appointment around the corner'. 'She imitated Mrs Aston. 'A rat you are and as a rat you behave and as a rat I have trapped you! I thought it might be easy just to crack you over the head as you walked in, but I didn't want to risk killing you- yet- and if I messed up, I didn't relish having to fight you, 15 years younger though I may be. Gas seemed the answer.You can't go out and buy such gasses of course- much too illegal. But it's amazing what you can learn by surfing terror supported websites! A simple to make compound, I'm quite proud of myself!' she added.'

'How did you know me?' Jacky enquired, transfixed by the flood of information.Bump..bump..bump...

'Googling your website of course. Once I'd been told who you are, it was easy. Plus you do have a small internet footprint from your past higher profile cases.And of course, now I realised why I had seemed to see such a lot of you around town over the past few weeks..or months. You are quite striking in appearance, Mrs Graham. Married you may be...but you are very...attractive. Even fanciable.I saw that the moment I clapped eyes on you in your website. I said..mmmm..I'd like some of her! I like the mature, experienced woman.'

'Will...will the gas wear off? The paralysis?' The big question. The one the paralysed PI feared the answer to most, but had to know!

'Yes. It won't kill you, you'll want to know that I expect. It's an odd substance. Initially causes motor paralysis, say half an hour. Then it progresses on to remove the power of speech. Finally after another few minutes it will knock you out well and truly, for hours. You've had a good dose, you'll be out quite a long time I expect. Several hours- I know, i tested it on rabbits.'

Jacky gulped. This sounded grim. She hadn't told anyone where she was going other than to Mrs Aston. The blonde beauty was glad to hear it wasn't poison though. Time to come back later.

They had reached the top of the stairs and Lucy turned a corner ,dragging the recumbent caledonian lass into a bedroom containing a king-sized double bed.

With great strain, fortitude and endeavour, Lucy managed to pick Jacky up and haul her dead weight on top of the bed, placing her slack, immovable limbs into an appropriate St Andrews cross arms and legs wide apart, spreadeagling the gassed woman on top of the bed.

For a short time the younger woman lay panting, tired out, next to the gas-paralysed 49 year old.

'What are you going to do to me?' Jacky asked at last, calm having come over her now. She had to get home to Richard and the kids!

'Well, you're the detective! ' Lucy responded chuckling.' You tell me. Why do you think I would bring you into my bedroom and splay you out on top of my bed?,'

Jacky gulped again. That was obvious, she supposed. Lucy had already said she found Jacky attractive. 'Alright,... so I guess you're going to have your way with me now. ...but...Long term then?' she added. Speech seemed a bit more difficult, now.

'I don't know yet. One of us will have to go. Of course. You or me. Haven't decided yet. It's easy to do a dirty deed, the problem is in tidying up the traces.I aim to get it right. You won't stay here. Tonight we'll transfer you somewhere else, away from prying eyes...'

'Hard to believe the bitch hasn't planned my murder like everything else' surmised Jacky. Hang on...'We will transfer?' she asked.

Lucy Bonnington ignored the query.

'i've seen reports in the local paper online that you are nicknamed 'the barefoot detective' because you have a penchant for snooping around in your bare feet'. Lucy stated, standing up. 'I'm rather disappointed at you. Didn't i merit your trademark investigation technique? You're wearing flats! Let's put that right....'

With a faint swoosh, Lucy slipped each shoe from Jacky's insensate feet, revealing each high-arched sole, with its translucent covering of hard, white, leathery- tough skin and ingrained grit from frequent use, which could not be removed even by regular showering. Balls and pads of the feet displayed additional hard skin around the well-used base. Lucy could see that this was a woman who went barefooted a lot: soft upper skin and pedicured toenails painted red offset those tough leathery soles with particular contrast, while the overall shape of each foot was a combination of strikingly sexy curves. Lucy couldn't help herself, sucking and gnawing greedily at Jacky's bared feet, savouring her tangy, peds for two whole minutes as the helpless PI gazed at her, powerless to protect her own body!

'Very nice' Lucy understated. 'But it's time we got less formal and settled down to have some fun. Well...when I say we shall have fun..I mean me, really. You're not going to be doing too much for quite some time.'. Jacky looked up, her expression a mixture of fear, frustration and contempt.

The villainous victrix pulled at the sleuth's black trousers and tugged them off of her heavy, well muscled but entirely unresisting swimmers legs, the raised the PI's unpowered torso to toll her black top up over her head and slack arms, letting the torso drop limply back onto the bed. Jacky lay in her underwear, white bra and panties. Searching the prone woman's handbag, Lucy smartly switched Jacky's iphone OFF. 'You won't need that now'. she remarked.

'Enjoy yourself for now. You will have... long to regret what you are about to do'. The mature PI hissed, so far as her decaying speech would permit. But she was thinking..' at least her attention keeps me alive...for now.'

'I'd gag you if it wern't that your voice is about to go anyway!' Lucy chided. 'You Rat! You work and work at doing me down and now your own stupidity gets you auht in a simple trap! I'm going to enjoy having you, instead of your husband!'

The angry young woman lashed out, her fist crunching in Jacky's unprotected sex. Despite her paralysis, the prone detective's eyes widened in pain

Pushing the pain-wracked powerless PI onto one side, Lucy unfastened her white bra and released it, pulling it free of her unmoving arms to reveal her taut, hard-nippled, pert breasts, round and good sized even at 49. Lucy Bonnington lay on the bed alongside the powerless private eye, one finger twiddling Jacky's right nipple as her lips nipped and sucked at the left.

'Let's make love' Lucy said, and in a a few moments had stripped naked, clothes thrown on the floor alongside the unwilling, but captured, private detective's. AI few moment's tugging more and the impotent investigator lay completely naked on the bed next to her nude captor.

Jacky lay silent, eyes gazing big and silent in mournful resignation, clouding with increasing weariness and giddy, dizzy tiredness....

Lucy's fingers moved in to play with the PI's punched pussy, then she moved down the bed to allow her mouth and tongue to work at the downed woman's clit and sex, sucking and nibbling alternately. Jacky could only gaze down along her own body and between her own two pert breats see a column of brown wavy hair working up and down at her paralysed vagina.

The giddiness and tiredness whirled overwhelming and with a deep sigh, Jacky succumbed to gas-induced unconsciousness, knocked out at last.

It was 3.10pm and Lucy commenced prolonged sexual intercourse with her now-unconscious tormentor, the blonde veteran investigator who had burst destructively into her life. Rubbing clit to clit, pussy to knocked-out mouth and finally penetrating the defeated detective with a long hard dildo, the angry, frightened woman took her revenge on the gassed-out Jacky.

By 5.15 she had down and she slide down to sleep next to her used, cum-covered opponent/lover wrapt deep in her own forced slumber, arms around her in mock derisive protection.

Jacky began to come to around 8.20pm, when she awoke to find herself still naked but tied to a chair in the office in which she had been gassed. She saw, swimming before her, Lucy ....and her supposed client, Lucy's husband! She ached all over her body!. The Ayrshire scots lass, ex SA and ex USA, had been insensible when Mr Bonnington arrived and quite unknowing that he too had sucked on and enjoyed her bare feet, cumming in great spots over her naked, sexy crinkled soles and ramming into the senseless snoops slack mouth.

The villainous pair had then two-person carried the knocked-out 49 year old's limp body, held under armpits and knees, to the top of the stairs. Lucy had insisted Jacky be placed on the stairs limp, feet downward, then pushed her head and torso up and over to watch it tumble heavily, slack as a limp noodle or sack of potatoes to fetch bonelessly at the foot of the stairs , a muddle of splayed limbs.

Those limbs were now ankles fastened to chair legs, hands tied behind her back, head drooped forward after hours of gassed insensibility.

'Good evening Mrs Graham, nice to have you back with us' Lucy sneered. 'I think you already know Jamie'.

Too weary and weak to react, Jacky just stared hopelessly at the diabolical couple. She had been set up. Her own reports to a 'client' had been fed right back to her target. The hunter was made the hunted. Tested, trapped and captured with ease. She felt used, knew she had been used. it had saved her, so far.

'Time to travel now to a safer location, Mrs Graham' said Jamie.

'Your last residence, probably' added Lucy. 'You will be travelling undercover. That is, undercover of a laundry bag. But I expect, with your modus operandi, youre pretty used to that.

This was true, Jacky thought. But usually she had no inkling of it, her unconscious body transported obliviously to wake up in another place, another time and trying to piece together what had been happening to her whilst she was out. This time she might see it from the inside and knew what was happening beforehand.

'Gas her again' Lucy said.

'No...please...' Jacky whimpered, pleading.

'Never mind, Mrs Graham! When you come to, you will be somewhere else, somitime later. You won't know much about it.. Sweet dreams, you meddling menace..enjoy your dreams while you can.'

They left the room.

'At least I'm going to wake up' thought Jacky. 'So they aren't intending to kill me yet. But I just HAVE to hold on, wait for a break..Richard, kids...don't give up on me..I'll get back to you..somehow!'

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Stuffed into a laundry bag, still conscious but paralysed, the naked, helpless sleuth shared the limited space with her clothes, shoes and handbag, felt the impacts as her body took blows as the swinging bag connected with doorposts, then a final crump as the bag was dropped into the car trunk by Mr Bonnington, who appeared to be removing his clothes and possessions and leaving his ex.

He drove off, his ex making her way separately.

Inside the bag, Jacky felt the cold begin to bite into her nude form. She concentrated on her family even as she once more lost consciousness, the car speeding into the dark night with its unseen, closeted, captured, unconscious passenger in the boot.

The other property was reached in about 15 minutes and Jamie removed the bag containing the now deeply unconscious woman and carried the heavy inert weight into the house. Closing the door, Jamie dropped the dead weight with a dull thud, the dragged the gassed girl out of the sack feet first, dragging her along the floor for a few yards, enjoying the sight of her naked body and her ams and hair dragging in slipstream behind her.

Jamie realised he had about 30 minutes before his girlfriend arrived. Whilst Jacky had not particularly attracted him, finding the 49 year old a little too mature for his 32 years, the sight of her limp, inert and senseless nude body at his mercy stimulated him. But he didnt want to be caught in flagrante by Lucy.

He lay down on the floor next to the cold form of the duped detective; he began to hug and kiss her face, neck and body, warming her, his lips roaming ever more passionately over her pert breasts and french kissing her slack mouth. Her smooth skin aroused him and the tight arcs of her blue lined, closed eyes, beneath which he found, on raising a lid gingerly, just a hint of blue iris rolled up into a white orb.

Emboldened, Jamie removed his trousers, standing up to enjoy the downed Scots woman some more. Picking up Jacky's ankles, bare feet flopping loose and uncontrolled, he grasped both feet to roll his penis between the soles unitl he fountained cum upon the crinkled arcs! Fearful of discovery, the spent Scotsman used his handkerchief to mop off the excess from Jacky's used soles, then dropped them inertly to the carpet.

Shortly after, Lucy arrived.

'You haven't been toying with the goods, have you?' Lucy spat sharply at her partner, who nodded negatively, dishonestly. Lucy bent down and ran her right index finger around the ball of drugged detective's right foot and up into the shapely high arch.

'Right, so this stickiness means she's been walking through treacle I expect! Liar... dont you think I can't smell your spent cum?'

'What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, Lucy- I know what you've been up too also..' Jamie defended himself.

'Well, now isn't the time to fall out' Lucy backed off. 'I know wev'e discussed this in planning, but now we're here, lets think carefully before we take the plunge.'

'OK', said Jamie. 'Let me spell it out again. This interfering old bitch (here he turned to kick crossly at the downed Jacky's right breast, causing her body and breast to wobble, resonating for a few seconds)...this interfering old bitch has found out quite a lot about what you have been up to at work and probably told your bosses of the evidence she has. They're onto you, no mistake.'

'But how will killing her help? They'll still be onto me- us-and just engage some other snoop instead. Either way, topping her probably just means we get 20 years instead of 3.'

'Maybe, sweetheart. We have 3 options. Run, hide or see it through. If we run now, we can't take much loot with us and where do we run to? I'm dual nationality Scottish and Canadian, but do n't think they can't extradite us from Canada. And nowhere else will want us. If we hide, we spend forever as paupers grubbing out an existence in fear of a and from the shadows taking us.

If we see it through- dispose of this slutty, stupid, middle-aged sleuth, (he poked Jacky's flaccid face with his toe, pushing her limp head from right to left) dispose of her body - they may not get the evidence to move against us at all. There will be uncertainty, but not for that long.'

'OK conceded Lucy. But we have to off her and dispose of her corpse without leaving a trace. That's never so straightforward. Yes, we can gas her, smother or strangle her whenever we wish, but how to dispose of the body? At least waiting a day or two and doing the deed at the hired house in Galston removes it from my immediate vicinity.'

'My friend Robin runs a passenger pleasure boat on loch Lomond' said Jamie.' Remember him? I told you of this. I'll hire the boat for an evening. You draw him to one side and get to work on him whilst I carry the bag with our Mrs Graham weighted down inside, onto the boat, which I can run out speedily into the loch. Then drop her overboard in the black night to feed the fishes of the loch. I dont expect Robin will be too pleased, but we can get around that.'

'I remember' said Lucy, but its not that straightforward if Robin won't play with me or sees the bag. How about just finding a place where cliffs stand right over the sea? Maybe heads of Ayr, or the Barssie Banks? Or even Mull of Galloway?'

'Seas have tides and she may get washed up, even weighted down. They will find out what happened then'

'Ok, we have time to debate this later- I'm tired' said Lucy. 'Let's get the cow down for the night'.

Jamie took the unconscious investigator under the armpits, Lucy took her knees and head drooped lazily forward, arms and lower legs and feet dangling and jiggling floppily. Jacky was carried into the bathroom and again dropped, with a dull, clanging thud, into the bath where she lay utterly still and inert, her lower right leg hanging by the knee out of the bathtub foot pendant and dangling loose, unfeeling and unmoving.

The laundry bag with Jacky's clothes, shoes and handbag was thrown carelessly into the bathroom beside their stupefied, out-cold owner. The bathroom door was then sealed and with another fiendish hisssss, the still-unknowing Jacky was gassed yet again.

'That'll keep her out for the night' Lucy stated, satisfied. The wicked couple retired to bed, leaving the kidnapped, very gassed cutie to her dark, deep involuntary slumber in the bath all night, the bathroom door locked from the outide.

3. Grapple in Galston

Lucy came down to the bathroom at about 7.30am. Jamie had gone to work- appearances had to be maintained- and she wanted to check on her captive, as Jamie had done before he left., Lucy peeked through the spyhole they had inserted into the door to see the intrepid but inert private eye still laying precisely where she had been dropped hours ago during the night; not a muscle moved, head slumped against her chest. Opening the door, the naked Lucy, holding her towel, stepped into the bathroom jauntily.

'Sorry, sleepyhead, i need toilet and shower' grinned Lucy. Presumably Jamie had seen to his business and washed, not showered, with the unconscious, denuded Scotswoman lying in close proximity- probably he had touched her up as he prepared to go. Lucy needed a good shower and then wanted to enjoy her day with her sex toy before possibly disposing of her that night.

Lucy stopped for a few minutes to pick up and examine Jacky's limp right hand, examining her flaccid, half curled fingers, not controlled for present yet formerly holding and touching so much.Lucy sucked at the fingers, tongue working into the slack palm. Likewise she picked up the captured woman's loose 49 year old right foot, held it to her lips, sucked and gnawed greedily upon it,tongue working into the high sexy cured arch, the foot no longer transport or weapon, for now just a sex toy.

Finally she used the limp foot to stimulate her pussy, then dropped the foot, allowing it to swing helplessly for some seconds before falling still.

Holding the inert woman by her right wrist and ankle, Lucy hauled her from the bath onto the floor in one movement and dragged her by the ankles two yards toward the doorway. Lucy took a roll of duct tape she had brought downstairs and cutting with a pair of scissors, taped Jacky Grahams ankles together and her wrists together also, but behind her bare back. Lucy lay down beside the insensible investigator, hugging her, kissing her French style and rubbing bare breasts and pussies. Having started her day doing things to her hated hunter that she knew would be against her will, to start the day off, Lucy then stood up. Jacky was left lying on her right side as Lucy stepped over her inanimate form into the bath and beneath the shower.

As she showered and bathed herself clean, Lucy gazed at the completely inanimate form of the gassed detective, nude from head to foot and still soiled from the use made of it over the past 18 or so hours. She had to keep an eye on Jacky- the foxy ferret of facts would come around soon and Lucy wasn't taking any chances.

Feeling clean and fresh, the sassy, sexy Ms Bonnington deliberately stepped on Jacky as she dismounted the bath, using her yielding soft still flesh as a footstall.

She was going to get dressed, but feeling horny, decided on more fun with her captive.

Picking Jacky up by her ankles, she dragged the helpless Scots South African into the living room/lounge and as she did so, the rubbing on her back stimulated the suppressed snoop into a series of moans as she started o come round.

'Back with us, Mrs Graham?' sneered the villainous office worker. 'Had a good nap?'

Jacky saw it was daytime and that she had been out, all night. Despite the forced nature of her slumber, she felt rested and not too fatigued, despite the aches and pains of the tribulations her body had suffered. But she was weak with hunger and the effects of the gas to which she had been repeatedly subjected.

'Yes.....thanks..' returning consciousness enabled her to stammer.

'Well, Ill just put you out again for some more fun' Lucy added, spitefully.

'No.......no..please!' Jacky pleaded. 'Last day? Want to see some of it, even sex. Please..please don't gas me again. I'll ..co-operate..maybe try some bondage games?'

The sharp sleuth's mind was working again, even after many hours of gas-clouded oblivion. She realised that she had to stay awake, avoid being gassed, if she were to have any chance of engineering an escape and seeing home again. At least the house was warm and being naked was not a discomfort, albeit highly embarrassing.

Lucy gave it thought, 'Ok,- you and me a bondage session. I'll fetch some rope and tie some looped manacles to the four legs of my bed, Get you upstairs and we'll make out. This could all go on some time, you know, so if your'e good you'll see your home again.' Lucy added, dishonestly.

Twenty minutes later, Lucy returned. 'OK, ready. I'll have breakfast and take you up.'

'I need to use the toilet after being unconscious all night unless you want the house to get seriously messy. And some food and drink, if you want your fun to be as good as you like.'

Lucy pondered.

'OK, I'll loose your hands but leave your legs tied. Hop into the bathroom, do what needs to be done and wash. Then hop to the door and I'll re-tie your hands. Then I'll give you some of my breakfast. But I'll be using a spyhole to watch you and if I see even ONE wrong move in the bathroom, I'll turn on the gas and that's that.'

Jacky nodded assent. She complied with her captor's wishes, barring a single sweep downwards when the cunning blonde detective pretended to drop some toilet paper; in picking it up she also released a a retractable blade in a ring on her right hand which all but severed the duct tape around her ankles.

Wrists rebound, the irrepressible investigator hopped to the table for breakfast then as directed, hopped slowly up the stairs one by one, as Lucy climbed behind her, wielding a small fruit knife. The climb was tiring but the earlier refreshment had made Jacky feel ten times how she had felt upon awakening.

Coming to Lucy's bedroom, Jacky spied out of the window- she was in a property with a rustic setting, quite unlike the Kilmarnock house she had entered yesterday. She had clearly been transported here during the night. As she halted to observe, the Scots South African was prodded by the knife and as directed, she lay upon the bed.

Lucy sliced the duct tape from around Jacky's wrists, then began to try to tie Jacky's right wrist in a ring of rope secured to ne of the legs of the bed whilst keeping the knife menacingly poised. In so doing, the knife slipped and in a moment, the vigilant vixen had crashed her other arm into Lucy's arm, dashing the knife into a corner of the room! As she did so, Jacky swung to her feet, simultaneously severing the tape about her slim ankles and for the first time since the torment began, Jacky Graham stood toe to toe with her tormentor on equal terms!

The two naked women faced off briefly, the tall blonde 49 year old at 5 feet 8, about 2 inches taller and better built than her 35 year old redheaded opponent. Filled with anger at her treatment and desperation to get home, the sexy mature investigator threw herself at her opponent, determined not to let her recover the knife, determined to end matters before the age difference, or loss of stamina due to her tribulations could make a difference. The initial momentum of Jacky's charge carried the battling pair outside of the bedroom into the narrow hallway and the two women clinched, tried to head butt, tried to scratch and pull and to land short, ineffective punches into soft flesh, technique abandoned, fury raging.

At last they tripped and fell to the floor, rolling, hissing, punching, trying to bite or gain a momentary advantage, trying to knee upward but with no space for leverage: they began to tumble, slowly, lengthwise, down the stairs, taking painful jars and knocks on the way down, naked bodies still in long contact, writhing, clutching, straining to hold the enemy down from inflicting a blow and trying to make a blow of one's own.

The two combatants reached the hallway downstairs in a jumble of bare arms and legs, bodies locked rolling in a trial of strength, life or death, imprisonment or freedom, fame or freedom all fuelling the dire struggle, adrenalin pumping wildly, pain ignored, even thrust away unfelt, nervous, mental, physiological and physical components fully stretched in confrontation which would alter the pattern of life subsequently.

The strain and effort were too much to allow of dialogue other than hissing of the most basic of oaths and insults, toes scrabbling for a purchase on the carpet, fingers locked in combat, every muscle straining, faces grimacing with anxiety and issue of power.

Time ticked past- 15 minutes, seemingly hours and eternity to the adversaries, in a self contained relativity continuum. At last Jacky managed to tear herself back off of her opponent and get to her feet, breath gasping, greedily sucking oxygen to fuel further effort from tiring limbs. Lucy too clambered upright, breasts heaving and also imbibing the energy-giving element.

Then the combatants set to again, crashing into one another in a desperate, life-questing charge for supremacy that meant the world, life and freedom to each, arms clutching, breasts smashing into one another, fists pummeling yet seeking to give no opening, faces taking short-pulled blows, clinched then pulling apart, whirling around, one the ground then up again, smashing into furniture, teeth gritted, saliva foaming, naked soles straining for purchase on the carpet, chaos in miniature without any external viewer.

Jacky knew she had fought better than she ever thought she could, finding reserves of stamina nd toughness she never knew she had but for this battle for life and family. But after all she had been through in the past day, strength was beginning to wane, to ebb. Against this, younger, fresher, also-desperate opponent, the pretty PI realised that she had to find something special else she were done, finished- for good!

In the next clash, Jacky held back a little, seemingly cautious and the vampish villainess instinctively understood that she was on top, thrusting aggressively forward, seeking to end the matter. As Lucy came on, jacky fell back, till Ms Bonnington charged in incautiously. The daring detective thrust out her right leg, tangling into the oncoming 35 year old's legs and pitching her forward to the floor!

Sidestepping smartly, Jacky Graham twirled, pivoting on her left foot, her right bare foot snap-kicking, crashing into the prone miscreant's jaw, snapping her head to one side, rolling her over. Dazed and groggy, Lucy clambered gamely up, body straining to keep going, only to meet another ferocious kick from the now-smiling snoop, this time to her left breast, crashing her back onto a tall wall unit, pain coursing through her breast and now her back! Lucy slumped toward the floor, back to the unit, legs giving way, knees bending and unable to stand.

Jacky bent down, grabbing the failing fraud by the shoulder, pulling her forward and around, fist pulling back as she prepared to pull Lucy upright, administer the coup de grace, complete her victory and make home while finishing the case!

Pushed to the edge of the unit by Lucy Bonnington's impact, a heavy bronze air force eagle proudly displayed atop the unit immediately above the slumped villainess was finally dislodged by Jacky's movement, plummeting down on target for the top of Lucy's dome until one wing bounced off of a jutting ledge, deflecting the dense metal object directly on top of the successful sleuth' crown! Impact softened a little by Jacky's mane of blonde hair, the heavy metal ornament cracked her skull with dizzying effect.

'WHUPP'

'AINgHH!' gasped the shocked snoop, jacknifing upwards, dazed and confused, mind whirling, ' raticus!-was Jamie back'?

In a trice the near- beaten gasser got to her feet, as the hitherto-successful blonde detective stumbled for support, releasing Lucy.

Now it was a partly-recovered Lucy who grasped Jacky's shoulder, whirled her about and smashed her fist into the stunned investigator's jaw, snapping her head to one side, sending the tall, well built woman careening across the room to pitch into a set of three coffee tables laden with small object d'art, crashing through them, flattening two of the tables into spars and splintered pieces beneath her, sending the third flying, Jacky's hurt head cracking into another, larger, lower coffee table!

Now the PI lay prone amongst the littered, shattered debris, bare soles bent and crinkled upwards, head to one side,blood flowing from a cut on her right cheek, body splayed awkwardly amidst the mess, moaning softly, moving sluggishly, slightly, stunned, stupefied.

Lucy Bonnington, cocky now, strutted towards the downed detective, tables turned in mere moments.

Dragging the slugged sleuth from the impact debris by her ankles, Lucy hauled the groggy, barely sentient snoop to her unsteady feet, knees bucking. Releasing her, in a swift instant Lucy gripped her fingers into a double fist and swatted this powerfully into Jacky's left cheek, spinning her sideways across the room onto a small landing by a small flight of stairs, down to a mezzanine floor where the house was terraced down a steep slope.

Jacky crashed into the wall at the top of the flight, her legs buckled helplessly and the 49-year old fell, aghast, twisting, limbs awry, down the flight of stairs to fetch up at the bottom on her back. Oddly, Mrs Graham felt comforted: a fall at 49 could be serious- she hurt all over but could still feel her legs and feet: nothing seemed to be broken. She could just see Lucy's bare feet descending the steps close by her head. Jacky looked up helplessly: she couldn't move, her body wouldn't work. Lucy stood, looming over her prone, fallen body, grinning smugly. Eyes glazing, Jacky could feel the room going cold and dark and spinning as she made a purely mental effort to rise, then her eyes snapped shut and with a deep sigh, she went limp. The 49 year old blonde PI was completely knocked out.

Jacky Graham, 49 year old blonde private eye, had lost the fight and lay unconscious, knocked out by the victorious villainess at whose feet she lay inert!

Lucy reached out her naked sole and enjoyed sliding it up and down along Jacky's soft, conquered skin, into her slack half open mouth, turning her now-loose head from side to side, squashing both pert, point-hard, knocked-out nippled breasts, swaying the inert musculature of Jacky's out-cold torso from side to side in a gentle wave action which demonstrated how senseless Jacky now was, unfeeling, unmoving, unknowing. Lucy enjoyed the sensation of power over the defeated detective.

In a matter of seconds, a series of events had resulted in a complete turnaround, from the Ayrshire sleuth about to deliver the coup de grace to a weakened Lucy, to her 5 feet 8 mature- but-sexy nude body splayed, knocked out, at the foot of a flight of stairs.

The Kilmarnock crook gloated over her fallen, opponent, the vanquished, beaten detective,

'Well toots, you had me on the ropes there, thought I was a goner for sure. But that lucky break with the ornament saved me. Unlucky, sweetheart, you had your chance, Pretty good fight for your age. But you're finished, for now. I'll have my fun and you won't be waking up You've seen your last sunrise, I'm going to gas you but good!' 'After some pleasure, of course....'

Although Lucy had enjoyed Jacky's helpless body for much of the previous day, this time felt different. Yesterday she had captured her dangerous nemesis by trickery: today, she had overcome the Symington snoop in toe-to-toe physical combat on level terms- more or less, once her knife had been removed. The fact that her victory was in large part owed to a fortuitous fall by an inanimate object in no way reduced her exaltation and she lusted for sexual gratification by way of sealing her victory.

In any case, this would be the last sex this bitch would enjoy. Or at least, if not enjoy, participate in, even if she was too unconscious to even know about it, let alone gain pleasure- or pain- from the experience.

Lucy lay down on top of and beside the downed PI, squeezing her caressing her soft skin, rubbing her inanimate body, watching it move insensately, the kissing mouth, nibbling at knocked-out nipples, the eating out the senseless pussy of the punched-out PI.

Lucy even sucked at the senseless snoops' palms and her half-curled fingers, usually so adept, no longer handling her husband's cock or working a computer but now simply sex food.

Lucy kneaded Jacky's tough soles, her fingers pushing into the high arches, enjoying the peds, sucking her toes and the balls of her hardened feet, gnawing at hard skin, enjoying the woman's beaten, helpless body.

When Lucy Bonnington felt aroused enough, she stood up, too Jacky's right ped by the ankle and pushed the floppy foot up into her sex, rubbing toes ad pads about until she came in a sense- weakening orgasm, gushing over the captured, used toes, letting the bare foot drop insensately to the floor to thud heel first intot he floor, registering no activity at all. She had won!

Waiting a few minutes till she had recovered somewhat from the orgasm- and deciding not to try to top it with another in addition to the secondary orgasms still rolling through her, for fear of Jacky Graham's recovery ,Lucy decided to drag the pretty PI's still-unconscious body into the bathroom and there, gas her to death.

The first attempt to haul Jacky's limp dead weight up the flight of steps failed, when having grasped the fallen ferret by the armpits, head slumped forward, she got up 8 or 9 steps before her fingers lost their grip and the slumbering sleuth cascaded, heel over tit, back down the steps in an inert mess.

The second attempt, gripping the PI by the ankles to drag her away from the scene of her lost fight, was successful and the steps were ascended, Lucy proceeding slowly, step by step, to shift the heavy limp weight in her own sex-andimpact-weakened state.

They approached the hallway to the bathroom, Jacky's hair and arms trailing behind, limp hands palm upward, fingers curled slackly, mouth half agape. The bathroom door loomed 3 yards away and once open and the sleuth's senseless form secured inside, there could be but one end.

Lucy, tired and straining pulling the inanimate body across the carpet, pulled Jacky a foot closer to her and began to take another step back when a hand - seemingly insensible till now-shot down to grasp her ankle and pulled Lucy over, causing her to fall backwards uncontrolledly!

Lucy cracked her head hard against the wall as she fell and Jacky, getting to her feet, had only to bend down and chop savagely at the thieving kidnapper's neck to ensure she stayed out for some time. Retrieving her clothes and bag from the bathroom, then locking the laid-out Lucy therein, the reprieved investigator called the police without delay.

4. Surprised in Sillingham

There followed police interviews, Lucy's removal in a police car and an apb call made for Jamie, explanation of the monies peculated by the pair and the uses made of some of it, giving of statements then a trip to Kilmarnock General Hospital for checks for gas damage or concussion, both fortunately in the negative. Finally a police car took Jacky back to her long-parked- and ticketed- Nissan Note and a short drive home, exhausted but happy to be alive.

It was past 8.30pm when Jacky pulled into her driveway and headed into her house through the garden. Her husband Richard was watching TV with the kids.

'Hel-LO?'

'Hi sweetheart, had a good day?' called Richard.

'What!!' exclaimed the instantly-incensed investigator- 'you- you didn't realise...?'

'Realise what?' said Richard. 'Had a bad day?'

'Oh, MAN! You didnt realise I didn't come HOME last night?'

'No. Why should I? You've been coming home very late and up very early for weeks. You always make the bed when you leave and I've been sleeping well, tired out after work, kids, meals and housework. I just assumed I'd slept heavily. You didn't call and neither did Julie. Why didn't you come home? Case took a tough turn?'

'Very tough' explained Jacky. 'I got kidnapped. Held at the house I was watching, transported overnight to a house in Galston, narrowly avoided death, freed myself and got home after spending time at the Police Station and the Hospital'

'I'm sorry to hear it. You haven't wanted me to call while you were watching that house in case I give you away, but it seems you weren't as invisible as you hoped. What went wrong?'

'I got set up by one of my clients, Richard. Gol-LY but I goofed- and it seemed you didn't give a scooby. You seemed to be doing hee-haw.'

'Sweetheart, I think the problem is communication. Somehow, it just didn't gel. I'm deeply sorry, I love you and care for you and would do anything for you. So what did this cow do to you? Usually, you are so invisible.'

Jacky motioned Richard upstairs, out of kids' earshot.

'She lured me into the house yesterday afternoon with an open door, then into a room that looked like it contained evidence. Bingo, locked door. Cue gas, Tot Siens Jacky, and I didn't really wake up for any length of time that I remember properly, till this morning, somewhere else.

'Unconscious all afternoon, evening and night? That's an awfully long time.' Richard sat down, Hiding a huge hard-on.

'If I recall- fitfully- she- they gassed me more than once. Two or three times, to keep me down.' Jacky omitted reference to her memories of the post-gas paralysis period and Lucy's intimate attentions.'

'How did they get you to Galston then?'

'I vaguely remember a laundry bag. I was stuffed into one..probably in the trunk of the car'

'What were they planning to do? Did they do anything to you?' Richard asked , seemingly innocently, but he was very aroused.

'Not really' Jacky said, untruthfully. Too embarrassed.But I think they planned to kill me: probably tonight'

'Heavens above!' her husband exclaimed, livid. 'How did you escape?'

'I persuaded the bitch to allow me toilet facilities and breakfast, in return for ...a bondage game' Jacky hung her head in shame. 'But once she tried to tie me up, I came back at her, hard, and disarmed her- she had a knife- then we fought all round the house for it seems like hours. Must have ben about 15 minutes i suppose, but fighting is exhausting, especially at our sort of age.'

'And?' Richard prompted. You defeated and captured her?'

'Not quite' Jacky added, honestly this time. She thought of lying and saying she'd won easily, but had to explain the hospital trip and it would all come out in Court in the end anyway.

' I was on the point of Ko-ing her when I must have dislodged something from a wall unit, it pranged into the back of my head, I got dizzy and dazed- she slammed me across the room and I just remember another punch and falling down some stairs, then her feet- and that's all.'

'So you lost the fight?'

'Only through bad luck. But she knocked me out, yes. Later i came round after she dropped me back down the stairs, i think. Must have been trying to drag me up them and lost her grip- that brought me round but i played possum till I felt fit and ready and took her down, good and proper then- so I won!'

'Well done, sweetheart! So you came out on top- and she must have given herself a hernia trying to drag your dead weight upstairs!' Rihard joked

'You raticus!' Jacky hit her husband in the tummy, softly, in fun.

'Let me soothe it better' Richard took her in his arms and proceeded to unleash his pent up, monumental arousal.....

 

End of Sleuth in Stasis

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How does a person know when they have meant the one?  I cannot say that I truly know, but for me it was on the second date.  My girlfriend is six years younger than myself, and therefore even at close to thirty, I had to await the inevitable hour when her mother would go to bed, so that she and I could actually get intimate.  We actually had a pattern in those early days of us dating, wait for her mother to leave, make out, and talk until the sun rose.  Every day I would leave her house feeling like a dream came true, but once again I stress that the second date was the most crucial.

There was something about her, to this day I cannot say what, but I immediate began to trust her.  My sleepy fetish had been a very personal thing to me all this time, and the only ones who ever knew that I even had a fetish side were on this very site, but then she asked me what I liked during sex...and I told her...and she nodded, and said, "Neat..."  The night would go on as planned, and at the time she had no idea how much that level of acceptance meant to me.

Time passed, and we went from honeymoon sweethearts to a competant mom and dad, who now lived in our own apartment.  I admitted to not only having plenty of masks to choose from, but a few different inhalant chemicals that I had tried on myself from time to time in an attempt to fullfill my fetish desires.  I would ask her occasionally if she would ever try some and fullfill the actual desire, and she always shrugged and said maybe.

The day came where our kids went to stay the night with their aunt.  The day progressed normally. my wife and I did chores, went out to eat, and generally enjoyed our day.  I was sitting at my computer, scrolling facebook, when my now fiance came to the entry way of the living room and called out to me.  I turned in my chair, and my my jaw dropped.  Before me was a four foot eleven inch, twenty two year old with brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a skimpy nurses outfit I had bought her.  The top was a tank top with little red hearts and white crosses on each breast, leaving her little flat waist exposed.  Along with that was a skirt, again with the heart and cross dead center on her georgous love making parts.

She just smiled silently and let me soak it in.  It wasn't uncommon for her to give into my fantasies by wearing a mask or telling me sleepy stories about her wisdom teeth, but today she had decided to go all out.  I couldn't speak I was in such shock.  She came over and took me by the hand, leading me out of my chair and over to a little love seat we owned.  I sat, she stood over me and let me nibble and lick her tummy, electrifying nerves and making her body go ridgid.  She pushed me back into the love seat and shook her head.  "I'm not quite ready for my examination yet doctor, can I get a few more things?"

"Yeah..." I said breathlessly.

The love of my life smiled at me with her perfectly white teeth and her breasts bounced in the tight fabric of the nurses outfit.  She left the room for a few minutes, and I heard her moving things around in our bedroom. Once she was done, she poked her head around the corner and smiled at me brilliantly.  "Are you ready baby?"

I shifted nervously.  My whole body was already electrified by the outfit alone, and I assumed she was bringing out a mask to complete the picture.  

"Y-yeah..."  I was stammering, trying not to explode right then and there.

I had expected my newly bought black beauty. We had used it a few times and she knew how much I loved seeing her in it.  What I didn't expect was a little bottle I had bought back when I was an experimenting bachelor.  My mouth dropped, I couldn't speak.

Apparently she didn't get the awe, and became a little nervous, "This is the right stuff right?  The stuff you talk about?  Chloroform?"  She unconciously brought the bottle to her face.

I nodded, then shrugged, "N-not really.  Chloroform gives you this massive headache and burns your eyes and nose when you breathe it.  At least the stuff you can buy.  That's Ether, it's much easier and safer."  

She turned the bottle over in her hands, looking at the label.  "Never heard of it."  It was an innocent statement, but to a person whos life revolved around his secret fetish, it almost knocked my jaw loose.  

"Uhhh...that's alright...I can show you what it does if you want,"  I may not have had much practice at being sexy in these passionate moments, but at least I could take a hint on where things were going.  It was surreal though, knowing that my girlfriend was willingly bringing out something that I had hidden away from everyone for my whole life.

She smiled and nodded, "That's why I got all dressed up for you doctor,"  My member engorged at the statement. 

I wasn't really ever one to get too excited over a rag to the face.  Even as their eyes rolled, it was a far second to the hiss of gas, or the seal of an anesthesia mask.  Luckily I had a history of experiments and reaserch that had prepared me for this moment.  My love handed me the black anesthesia mask, and I went to get a paper towel.  As I was folding, I gave her the rundown of what Ether was.  "I'm going to warn you, this stuff stinks like hell.  It isn't as bad as chloroform, I wouldn't wish that shit on anyone, but this stuff just doesn't smell good."  

She rocked her body side to side slowly for me, showing off her tight nurses outfit.  "Okay doctor, just be gentle for widdle ol me."  She said with a sly, but small smile on her lips.  "And don't kill me..."  She decided to add.

I had her sit between my legs, her body leaning against mine.  I tipped her head back into my chest and she sat there a moment, sinking into me.  

"Ready?"

"I'm ready Doctor," She gave another knowing smile.  I held the towel in my chin, and held the bottle out before her, opening it carefully.  "So that's the stuff huh doctor?"

"The one and only."  I placed the rag overtop the opening, trapping the fumes.  "Now I gotta warn you, it's going to smell really really bad.  I'm going to start you off slow and easy, and we will go from there."

"Okay doctor, I understand."  My love was trying to be brave for me, but I could see a little concern creep through.

The liquid was on the towel, which was already starting to loose it's vapors to the room.  My love made a face, as I quickly folded and crammed the towel into the black anesthesia mask and covered the openings.  "Ready babe?"

She put on her sexiest voice and wriggled a bit on my chest.  "Oh yes doctor, put me to sleep baby."

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The warmth from the rays of sun shining through the window woke Christina. For whatever reason, these past few days she had been sleeping in later than usual. She thought maybe she was just a little sick because she would always wake up feeling a little sluggish and had a slight headache. But after a few hours of being awake she would return to normal. Today was no different. Christina checked her phone. 10 a.m. Crap! She only had an hour to get ready!

Today she was supposed to go to a Women & Wine lunch fundraiser. She forced herself out of bed and into the shower. The steam helped clear her head. She then straightened her chestnut brown hair and put on a white tube dress. It was tight on her but it was a hit with the guys and she was single so she decided to play it a little dangerous today. A pushup bra gave her breasts the slightest bounce as she walked. Now for her white g-string….which was nowhere to be found. Come to think of it, a few of her favorite g-strings and panties were missing. She had wanted to wash them this morning so she could pick the sexiest one to wear. The only other one she could find that wouldn’t show through the thin white dress was a light blue thong. Not having any other choice, she slipped it on. Christina examined herself in the mirror. Her lightly tanned legs would look even better in some white high heels. She slipped those on and headed to the event.

The fundraiser lunch was enjoyable and she did receive quite a lot of attention from the guys but she was still feeling a bit tired so she decided to duck out early and head home. Maybe an evening of rest would help more than the wine she had drank. She drove home, slipped of the high heels and collapsed on her couch. Christina dozed for a bit but then decided to watch some tv. She put on her favorite comedy and zoned out. After a few episode she started to feel more alert. Maybe she would order a pizza for dinner. She was about to get up when something sinister caught her eye. In the reflection of the tv, she could see the outline of a man standing behind her couch. She couldn’t make out any details. Maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. Yeah, that had to be it. She was tired and seeing things…but then he raised his hand.

Christina froze in fear as the reflection of the hand came down on her head and started to gently stroke her hair. Tears of fear welled up in her eyes. She wanted to speak but couldn’t find her voice. She tried again and a small squeak came out.

“Shhhhhhh”, said the man. “Be a good girl now.”

Her heart was pounding. “Please….don’t hurt me. I’ll give you anything you want.” “Aw, what a good girl.” The man stopped stroking her hair and reached his hand into his pocket. Christina was too afraid to turn around and look at what he was doing. All she could do was watch his reflection in the tv. He pulled out a wad of something. As he unfolded it and dangled it off his finger she knew what it was…one of her g-strings. The man wrapped it around his first two fingers and sniffed it before bringing it around to her nose.

“You smell so good, baby.” He said. Christina didn’t want to make the man angry so she sniffed. Her scent was quite pleasant, a mild feminine scent. It seemed to please the man so she took another sniff. The man reached his other hand into his pants and began to play with himself. Christina sat there awkwardly sniffing her own g-string. She wondered how long he would keep her here.

The man then removed his hand from his pants and reached into his pocket again. This time, he removed what looked like a small bottle of lens cleaner for glasses. He spritzed the bottle a few times onto her g-string and brought it back to her nose. The smell made her sinuses burn slightly. What was this stuff? She tried to shake her head away from his fingers but he placed his other hand on top of her head to keep her still. She took a shallow sniff. The chemical smell was over whelming. She tried just breathing through her mouth. That seemed to work. But the man caught on and took his hand off her head and brought it over her mouth. Now she was practically suffocating on the fumes. “That’s it, take your medicine, baby. Shhhhh. Just take your medicine.”

Christina tried holding her breath in hopes that the man would pull away the chemical soaked g-string soon. No luck. After a few moments it felt like her lungs were about to burst. The man was onto her tactic as well. Just as she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, he let go of her mouth for just a split second, long enough for her body to force her to take a deep breath, before clamping her mouth shut again. This forced her to take a deep breath through her nose. The chemical scent mixed with her feminine scent was strong as it overcame her lungs.

The room began to spin and she began to feel as if she was melting into the couch. Her body was forcing her to breathe the fumes now and she was finding them more and more bearable with each breath. Fear was turning into a soft sedation. Her eyes could no longer focus on the reflection of the man. The show on the television was now just a big colorful blur. Her head began to lull to the side. The man took his hand off her mouth and reached it into the top of her dress. She couldn’t help but feel relaxed as his strong warm hand massaged her breasts. She continued to breathe the fumes in a slow rhythmic pace. The man removed his hand from her top and reached it under her dress. She was in ecstasy as he caressed her most feminine parts. He removed his hand and placed his fingers over her lips, gently sliding her sweet juices over her succulent rose pedal lips.

Her eyes were fluttering closed now. The man removed the g-string from her nose. She could hear him walking around to the front of the couch now. She felt him pick up her feet and place them on the other side of the couch, forcing her to lie down. She felt his hand begin to stroke her forehead. Then she felt the slightest pinch on the side of her neck. The man began to say something but his voice sounded like a warbled mess.

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Christina sat upright. She was still on her couch. The annoying headache was back but much stronger now. That was the weirdest and most vivid dream she’d ever had. She stood up and felt something odd. She reached under her dress…no thong! A chill went down her spine. That was just a dream, right? A DVD on her coffee table caught her eye. It was just a standard silver faced DVD but a heart had been crudely drawn on it with a red marker. She sluggishly walked to the DVD player and set the disc inside. She hit play.

The video was of her in her bed sleeping! She watched in nervous anticipation as a man stepped out from behind the camera and made his way to her bed. She knew it was the same man from before. Her body went cold as she watched the man produce a thick white cotton cloth from his pocket and spritz it with the bottle. He then held it a mere inch from her sleeping face. It all made sense now. This creep had been breaking into her bedroom at night, drugging her, and stealing her panties for his own sick pleasure! She fast forwarded the video. After a few minutes the man checked her eyes and then firmly clamped the cloth over her face for a moment.

Despite being horrified, Christina felt oddly aroused. This was new and exciting. And the man clearly didn’t want to cause her harm. Maybe she would wait a few days before getting new locks. And maybe she would take a trip to the lingerie store for some new panties. She wondered what kind he likes best….

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so i was always told that i didn't have wisdom teeth. some people never develop them. but then yesterday i found out that i do have them but only one needed to be pulled. they told me i would be put to sleep so i wouldn't feel anything. i asked for gas because i am terrified of needles but they said they don't have gas anesthesia. but they did offer me oral sedation since it was just one tooth. they prescribed me a bottle with a few pills and i had to take one last night.


i had a really tough time waking up this morning. but i had to take another pill on an empty stomach which wasn't fun. then my best friend and her boyfriend drove me to the dentist office. i slept most of the way there.
once i was at the office i had to take another pill. a different one that the hygienest gave me. so i took it and sat in the waiting room with my friend who was constantly filming me with her phone. anyways whatever was in that pill hit me like a ton of bricks within just a few minutes.


then i was helped to the back room and layed down in the dentist chair. this is where things get fuzzy for me. appearantly they layed a blanket on me but i don't remember that part. i do remember them putting the little mask thing on my nose for laughing gas. i remember there were like 5 people in that small room with me including my friend. and then it felt like i was alone or something because it got really quiet.


and the next thing i knew i was looking out of a window with a big ball of cotton in my very numb cheek. i was under a blanket that i don't remember being covered with. my friend was there and she and the hygienist were helping me into a wheelchair. then they wheeled me out to the parking lot and her boyfriend drove up and they both helped me into the car. they took me to get a frosty. then they brought me back here to my apartment and i have been dozing off and on for a little while now.


im surprised that it doesn't hurt at all. i'm sure im a little out of it still but i wanted to share my experience with you guys while i still sorta remember things in detail. well what i can remember anyways.


now for what my friend has told me that i don't remember. she said they didnt have me count down from 10 or anything. they just covered me with a blanket, put some heart monitoring sticker things on me (that i also don't remember) and then the gave me the laughing gas. she said i was mumbling to her for the first minute or two but then they raised the gas level and after another minute or so i just stopped responding to her and then she had to leave so they could start. and appearantly it only took them like 15 minutes. so she just waited in the waiting room. and then it took me a while to wake up enough to leave but im pretty sure i was there less than an hour.


sorry it's not a very sexy story. but lets just pretend i gave some sexy moans and my eyes rolled back and fluttered as i fell asleep haha.

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I knocked on the door of the apartment. I had been let in by a woman after saying that I was here to see Sandi. Sandi and I had been chatting online for a couple of years and she had finally come to the UK to visit and was staying with her British cousin. It was a summer’s Saturday and both she and her cousin were keen for me to come over, so I was now waiting for them. I was wearing a yellow T-Shirt, beige shorts and sandals on my bare feet.

The door opened and standing behind it was a pretty dark haired woman, wearing very short black shorts and a white t-shirt. “Are you Sandi?” I asked. I was expecting a blonde woman. She smiled.

“No Sandi is waiting in the living room. I am her cousin, pleased to meet you!” She held out her hand and I shook it. “Can you take your shoes off please honey? I am trying to keep my carpets nice!” She asked. I obliged and slid the sandals next to other shoes by the door. “Did you bring your gear? We would really like to waste no time in getting started.” I nodded. “Good, please go into the bathroom, three doors down and change. Come and find us in the living room.” She motioned to the door she meant and I went to get changed.

Once in there I opened my backpack and pulled out my black boxing gloves, black shorts and a white T-Shirt. I changed into them. I had also brought my nightwear, but would not need that just yet. I put my t-shirt and shorts back into the backpack, picked it up and walked back out the bathroom, carrying my boxing gloves. I found the living room and both women were sat on the sofa, wearing matching black shorts with Sandi wearing a pink top and her cousin wearing a white one. Sandi also had red boxing gloves on while I noticed pink ones resting against Sandi’s bare feet, obviously they belonged to her cousin. Sandi stood up on my entry and walked over. “Nice to finally meet you hon!” She beamed at me, leant round and kissed me on the cheek. “We are going to have so much fun.”

“So how are we going to do this?” I asked. I put on my boxing gloves. The living room was very spacious, there was plenty of space to bounce around and box one another.

“This is going to be a two on one tag match” Sandi’s cousin replied. “Us vs. You.” I gulped, both women were older and actually looked like they could be stronger than me and I knew from conversations with Sandi that they were both seasoned boxers. She then put on her pink boxing gloves and walked to the edge of the room, giving me a cheeky wink.

“I will start with you hon.” Sandi smiled. “Don’t worry, I will go easy on you to start with.” She did a few shadow boxing punches first, followed by a couple of kicks, showing off her bare feet. I did the same and soon our eyes were locked into each other as we circled the room. Sandi’s cousin called for us to go and off we went, throwing punches at each other. I thought I was doing pretty well until without warning, Sandi dodged left and slammed a fist hard into my left temple.

My head whipped sideways and I staggered dizzily on my bare feet, seeing yellow stars and hearing bells. “I think I just had my bell rung!” I said dazedly. Sandi smiled then launched herself into a flurry of hard left and right punches, slamming my head from side to side several times before giving me a hard uppercut, whipping my head backwards. I swayed, my bell now well and truly rung, seeing circling pink stars with faces that were winking at me. My eyes were crossed and I could hear tweeting in the distance along with the bells. My mouth hung open and I muttered “Duh…I see stars.” Sandi bit her lower lip and then winked at her cousin. She then stepped forwards giving me a hard right body shot, causing me to bend over and then slammed both fists down hard on top of my head.

I fell straight down on my front, head between her bare feet. I was now seeing pink doves and hearing them tweet loudly. My eyes were spinning and my tongue was out, while I was sporting a goofy grin. A lump was pushing out the top of my head where her fists had connected and my head was shaking side to side as I saw the birdies. “Duh…pwetty birdies, duh….” I said in a dazed, childlike voice.

“Aw, enjoy the birdies for a minute hon!” Sandi said excitedly, she pulled off one of her boxing gloves and bend down, feeling between my legs at my crotch. “Yep, you are standing to attention!” She laughed, “While lying down at my feet. Tweet tweet!”

“Tweet tweet!” I echoed back stupidly, causing more laughs from both women.

Sandi walked over to her cousin, who was obviously trying hard to contain her own excitement. “Your turn cous, he’s so ours!”

“Definitely is. I’ll make it so he lasts all this next week, while you are here so we can have a slave!” Sandi nodded, breathing heavily, obviously excited by the idea. Her cousin walked over to my prone body and spoke to me. “Well honey, as hot as you look down there, we have not quite finished with you yet. You see? It’s my turn and I have knocked out hundreds of much bigger men than you. By the time I’m done with you, you will be our slave for the week and that jaw will be glass for the rest of your life. You and I are going to have lots of fun, even after Sandi has gone home!” Sandi breathed even heavier, she knew roughly what to expect and was looking forward to what her cousin was going to do to me.

She lifted up her bare foot and pushed the lump back down into my head before pulling me up to my feet, I swayed with my arms down by my sides, still dizzy from Sandi’s assault. Her cousin tilted my chin with her left fist and said “Aw honey, shake it off for me. We have a lot more fun to go before you can sleep!” I did as she asked and shook my head. The stars and birdies flew off and my eyes returned to normal. “That’s better honey.” I shook my head again and brought up my fists, ready to get a small measure of revenge on this woman. I was rather hot though so I pulled off my white T-Shirt, revealing my bare chest. I got stuck though as I still had my boxing gloves on. Sandi smiled and came over to help me and pulled it off over my gloves, tossing it onto the sofa and she went back to her tag position, before telling us to fight.

Me and her cousin started throwing punches backwards and forwards at each other. Although it started off quite light, she very quickly started throwing power punches at my chest and head. I managed to block them, then one found its mark and slammed me hard across the side of my chin. My head whipped sideways and my mouth hung open as I saw cartoonish yellow stars and heard “CUCKOO! CUCKOO!” echo through my dazed mind. I staggered dizzily, but quickly shook it off. I turned and went after Sandi’s cousin again, throwing her a hard right hook, but she easily anticipated my shot and ducked and came up with a hard right cross right across the side of my jaw, following that with a left hook on my other side and then she ducked a dizzy retort from my left hand and then came up and slammed me so hard I span round 360 degrees, finally staggering dizzily, seeing white stars and hearing cuckoo clock sounds ringing through my head. My head was going round on my neck with the stars and my mouth hung open gormlessly.

“Ouch mommy, did you get the number of that truck? Duh, that hurt.” I said stupidly.

“No, and I am not your mommy honey.” She replied, before slamming me with another hard right, this time connecting it with my temple. I drooled as I started seeing blue jays flying around my head. She followed that up by stepping round behind me and then slamming both her boxing gloved fists together with my head in between. My body jerked as her fists made contact and my eyes went crossed and I swayed, guard completely down and unable to think. I was seeing cuckoo birds now and they were cuckooing at me constantly. “Mmmm honey, you look good. Good and tired. How about taking a load off of your feet?” She walked back around in front of me, lifting her gloves high above my head and then slamming them down on top of my head, causing a lump to rise yet again and before I could gawp at the extra yellow stars that flew out on impact to join the cuckoo birds, she then ducked down and brought a hard right uppercut right under my chin.

My head whipped back with the force and power that had gone into that uppercut and I flew upwards and backwards, my bare feet leaving that soft carpet of the living room floor, the back of my head slammed into the wall, giving me a double-tap and I slid down the wall coming to rest on my bum, sitting against the wall. I was now seeing two halos encircling my head, one of cuckoo birdies and white stars and the other of yellow stars and moons. I was hearing very loud cuckoos, tweeting and bells echoing through my very dazed and confused mind. I had a large lump pushed up through my hair on the top of my head where the boxing gloves had bonked me on top of the head and a lump at the back where I had met the wall. My head was rolling around on my The soles of my bare feet were facing the women and I was pitching a very large and sturdy tent. “Duh…” I groaned, unable to think up any more of a sentence.

Both women were feeling very wet at this point as they looked on at me. Sandi’s cousin put her boxing gloves down to her hips and stepped towards me, placing a bare foot down on my chest and feeling the relaxed breathing. “Well, he’s as good as out now. What do you think Sandi? Is he done? Or shall we give him some more sights to see?”

Sandi walked over, breathing hard and hardly able to keep her own composure “I really think he could do with some more sights. I want to make him see more animals anyway.”

“OK, well I think this boxing match is over as I don’t think he can stand right now.” Sandi’s cousin mused. She removed her boxing gloves and sat down in front of me, sliding her now bare hands over my bare feet. “Now honey, this is what I like to call a nightie night ten count.” She lifted up her bare feet so that they were inches away from my chin. “One!” WHAM! Her feet slammed into my chin and my head whipped back and slammed against the wall. My eyes span with the force and my body juddered, going limp again. Stars flew from my head during both the connection with her feet and the wall. She laughed. “Well that is one. Two!” WHAM! WHAM! The same thing happened again. “Three!” WHAM! WHAM! “Four!” She was getting so wet seeing my eyes spin on impact, and the two halos above my head were getting bigger with each hit as the cuckoos got louder. My tent was pitching harder each hit too and she was far from finished. “Five!”

Sandi was watching with interest, knowing from the chats how much I liked to see stars from bare feet hitting me. She felt a little jealous, but it was fun to watch.

“Ten!” WHAM! WHAM! My head bounced off the wall for the tenth time.  The back of my head was now covered in lumps, my jaw was a little bruised, my mouth was smiling very goofily, with my tongue hanging out of the side of my mouth. My body felt very tingly and relaxed and my mind was foggy and calm. All that was going through my head was the sound “Cuckoo! Cuckoo!” and some faint tweeting in the background. I had two halos still spinning above my head, one now being of yellow stars and pink doves and the other being of yellow stars and multi-coloured winged cartoon ponies. Sandi’s cousin pulled back her feet and knelt staring into my eyes. “Well that’s him done Sandi, probably the biggest KO of his life. He won’t remember a lot of it!” She then leant over to my right hand side, kissing my cheek and whispering in my ear “Will you, my little cuckoo slave?”

Sandi smiled and took off her boxing gloves, before kneeling down and crawling over to my left hand side. She kissed my left cheek and whispered in my left ear “It really is hot seeing you like this hon, we are going to have some fun in the bedroom now.” Both women laughed happily and then took me from either side and dragged me into the bedroom.

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Two Fingers. Hermione has been reading up on pressure point ko's and knows just how to deal with an arrogant Ron.

" I was clearly the best at hand to hand combat" Ron said as he entered his and Hermione's bedroom " I'm sure you were honey" she said smiling, " I was absolutely brilliant! Nothing and no one can beat me! I was outstanding!" he said " arrogance doesn't suit you dear" " it's not arrogance if it's the truth" he said proudly.

" I bet I can beat you" she said and Ron laughed " you may be the brightest witch of our age sweetheart but but if ten other students couldn't beat me you have no chance" he said smugly " at least let me try" she said.

" fine, give me your best shot" he said " OK, move to bed, when I knock you out I Want you to have soft landing" " sure" Ron said, he moved to the end of the bed.

" so, what are you gonna do?" Ron said " I'm gonna use just two Fingers, here we go" she said as Hermione extended a finger on each hand and smiled " goodnight honey" she said and poked Ron on both sides of his chest " I feel fi...ughhhh" he moaned as his eyes crossed and he fell backwards onto the bed, his head resting on the pillow " learnt it from a book, it's a pressure point nerve knockout" she giggled and " I'd tap your face to wake you up but I'm afraid it won't work, you'll be out for a few hours, I'm going shopping for a bit, have a nice nap!" she said leaving her unconscious boyfriend to sleep off his knockout...
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So, last week I posted an online ad for my longboard that I never use. I ask a low price and after sorting through the spam, I get a real offer. We agree to meet at this old diner in the evening. I get there and he is sitting in one of the very back booths. Very odd looking man, fairly thin, strawberry blonde hair, bright blue eyes. I ask if he wants to come out and see the board. He says in a minute and asks if I would like something to drink. I accept his offer. He gets up and I can see his reflection in the window at the counter. I see the person at the counter hand him a rootbeer float. And then I see him reach into his pocket, pull something out, and drop it into the drink. My heart freezes. 

 

He sits back down across from me and sets the drink in front of me. He asks me if I am a student here. I don't know what to do. I'm scared that if I try to run he will chase me. Plus he has my phone number and could probably find out where I live. So I decide to oblige his small talk and just take small sips of the drink. I bring it to my lips and take the teeniest tiniest sip. I see his eyes light up. I tell him about my school and ask again if he wants to see the board. He says when I finish the rootbeer float. He tells me I should hurry because the ice cream is melting. I take another sip. No funny taste. So we go on and I make up a bunch of stuff about my life so he doesn't get to know me personally. 

 

And then I notice I am having trouble focusing on his face. It's like my contacts are dry or something. And then I take a look down at the rootbeer float. It's half empty. I didn't realize how fast I was drinking. I try to think of an excuse to leave but then a much larger man comes and sits next to me trapping me in the booth. He asks if this is the longboard girl and the guy says yes. Now I am having trouble sitting straight up. Like my balance is off. And I know they can tell I'm struggling. The large man next to me gives me a nudge and laughs. He asks the other guy if I took a "full dose". He says no and that I am a slow drinker. Now I'm getting really dizzy. I ask for him to let me out and to my surprise he does. But as I exit the booth I begin to stumble and he catches me. He says he will help me to my car. His grip on my arm tells me that isn't all he will do. He tells the other guy to pay the check and then practically drags me outside. 

 

My legs are weak and won't move where I want them to. As soon as we get outside he starts pulling me towards what looks like a big black suv. It's hard to tell with my vision so blurry. I try to tell him no but my words just stumble out in a drunken mess. When we get to the suv he slides open the side door and lifts me up and sets me inside. I try to crawl back out but he shuts the door. I hear it lock. But then I hear one of the front doors open. The man is holding a white wad of cloth. He tosses it at me and then slams the door shut again. 

 

The smell hits me before the cloth does. The wad of cloth is soaked in something and it hits me right on my chest and falls into my lap leaving a huge weat spot on my t shirt. I grab it and hold it to my nose. It smells awful. Like a sour chemical smell. I toss it into the front seat and my hand stumbles to find the side door handle. It won't budge. 

 

The smell is overpowering now. I sit in the seat and don't have the strength to lift my head up. I'm so sleepy. I hear them outside the suv talking about me. But I can't tell what they are saying. Then the door slides open. I feel someone scoot me aside and sit next to me. Feels like the smaller man. He makes a comment about the smell and I hear the larger man say something about expired chloroform. 

 

Next thing I know the suv is moving. I droop to the side and my head leans on the man's shoulder. I feel him reach his hand up my shirt. He cups my breast and I accidentally let out a moan. He asks the other man for the bottle of chloroform and says he has an idea. He leans me forward and removes my shirt. He then unhooks my bra and removes it. I hear a bottle of liquid swishing. Then my bra cup is over my face. I try to hold my breath but the fumes seem to go up my nose anyways. Then I feel his hand reach into my yoga pants. He starts to massage my pussy. I moan again and accidentally inhale. The sour smell burns my nose but his hand feels so good. Pretty soon I don't care. I take a deep breath. And then another. I hear him mention how weak the chloroform is. The other guys says to just give it a minute. Then my guy starts to say something but his words trail off as if in a tunnel. The bumpy road feels smooth. Like flying. 

 

I wake up back in the parking lot of the diner. It's night. I groggily stand up and notice that my shirt is on but my bra is missing. I also have this intense warm pleasurable feeling in my pussy. I stumble to my car. My longboard is still there. It scares me to think that my first thought was, maybe if I repost it, this will happen again. 

 

 

 

 

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I have always wondered what it was about women getting knocked silly. Them being knocked cross eyed and dizzy, seeing stars and birdies. Maybe some swirling or spinning eyes. Let me know what you guys opinions are. Why do we LOVE when girls get knocked silly?

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