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Posted by on in Sleepy

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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Posted by on in Sleepy

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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Posted by on in Chloro

(Dedicated to all sleepy fetishists everywhere. Chloroform is a dangerous, toxic chemical and can be lethal. Be advised: Chloroform Melody is an extremely graphic erotic fiction story and is for adults only)

San Luis, Obispo West Puente Valley, California.

Early August, Saturday morning, 12:30 A.M.

Stephanie Peters watched and waited in the alleyway, catching her breath excitedly as she saw Melody's apartment lights go out one by one. Almost time, Stephanie thought and waited for a bit longer. Thinking about Melody's curvy, sexy, twenty eight year old body up there in her bed. They were the same age, but Mel was taller, her skin was a lighter delicious creamy colour and her eyes were dark brown, whereas Stephanie's eyes were dark blue. Seeing the open bedroom window, left open on this hot night. Stephanie yawned, still feeling a tad hungover from the club trip with Mel, Lucy and Tara, earlier. She'd left early, getting home, then shaking off her tipsyness to pick up her supplies for the night: Chloroform bottle, a dark green heavy cotton washcloth, a camera and hyperdermic syringe and a 30ml Ketamine bottle. All contained in the backpack strapped to her back. Wearing her running tracksuit hoodie full outfit and sneakers. Oh yes, Stephanie had been planning this for a very long three weeks. Melody Gavegnano was so beautiful, so smart and sexy, with a disarming vulnerability and that was even before you could witness Melody's amazing smile...Hear her laugh...Stephanie's eyes blinked slowly in the night-time darkness. Melody and Stephanie were hetero basically through and through and liked men, but Stephanie just couldn't forget that incredible Wednesday night in March, that drunken kiss they'd shared for a dare down at Pino's...Melody's lips were soooo fucking soft it was unbelievable! And looking into those closed, smiling eyelids, wishing them to open. Which they did! Ohhh wow, Melody's dark brown eyes opened wide, for a timeless instant, showing her real self to Stephanie.

It was a tiny bit awkward for a moment, before Mel laughed it off...or so it seemed, until Stephanie's recollection played differently. Had it happened that way?...And now she was having quardruple second thoughts on her plan: maybe I should forget it tonight? She loved Melody and all her infinite complexity. Sneaking into her apartment to knock Melody out with the dangerous chloroform and embrace her, kiss her, be with her completely...Stephanie knew she wouldn't get another chance...Buying the chloroform bottle online, after researching how to use it. Scared as it arrived a few days later in the post! Fingers shaking - This was really happening! She thought in the Tuesday morning, before she packed it away and got to work at St. Augustine's. Then later that night trying it out on herself first...What a rush that was...Coming to with a throbbing headache about twelve minutes later, shaky, but physically okay apart from a slight nosebleed from the chloroform irritating her nostrils. She had the weekend off and so did Melody. It was now or never, she reasoned.

Stephanie made her move, climbing up the wall, then onto the roof by Mel's open bedroom window. She very carefully climbed through the old fashioned window. It creaked noisily - Fuck! Oh shitshitshitohfuck, Stephanie thought just as she made it inside. Hearing bedsheets rustling in the bedroom's darkness. Smelling the scent of sleeping flesh and sweat, feeling body warmth very close by. Stephanie exhaled with relief that Mel hadn't woken up, sleeping off her tequila shots. There was Melody's bed right by the window, she was still fast asleep, her cat, Perloquin the only one startled by Stephanie being there. Perloquin swiftly jumped down from the bed and went to his kitchen feeding bowl. Stephanie took off her backpack, getting out the amber glass chloroform bottle and the dark green cotton washcloth. Stephanie's heart thumping in her ears as she wetted the washcloth, the cold chloroform liquid freezing her fingers then the stink filling the bedroom. She refastened the bottle, laying it on the bed, chloro fumes tickling her nasal passages, feeling dizzy. Getting in close, the bed creaking. Melody was snoring loudly, which almost made Stephanie laugh out loud, feeling giddy. This. Is. Really. Happening. Stephanie had trouble finding Melody's face, since her sleeping body was contorted oddly. Stephanie noticed the neckline of a black t-shirt on her...her left sock clad foot poking out beneath the duvet. Stephanie found Mel's sleeping, open mouthed face and placed the stinking chloroform cloth at least two inches from her open mouth and soft nostrils. Melody's nose twitched slightly, she grumbled in her slumber at the toxic chemical odour she could smell in her sleep: " Muh!..." Stephanie waited, keeping the chloroform-soaked washcloth inches close, but not touching Mel's nose and mouth. Melody stirred again, taking in mouth inhales of the chloroform again and again...At least two minutes had gone, " Nuhh...nuu..." Mel's drunked and now slightly drugged with chloroform voice slurred, her eyelids fluttering, inhaling deeeeply on the fumes. It was obvious to Stephanie that Melody was half aware that some-thing was very wrong...Maybe the stinging chloroform fumes were alerting her, telling her to wake up, get away from the cloth in front of her nose and mouth before she passed out! To get fresh air even though the window was open, the fumes were too strong. Stephanie felt awful as she then gently pressed the chloroform-soaked green washcloth over Mel's mouth and nose, forcing her to inhale more chloro fumes. Melody's eyes sluggishly opened in fear, feeling the chloroform stinging and burning her nostrils and her throat. Melody cried out loud: " Muhhh...n..nuh..nhh..." She tried twisting her head free but Stephanie's left hand stroking the back of her head and her right hand pressing the chloroform cloth against her face, held her in place. Stephanie grunted with the effort of keeping her still. Even as Melody's long legs kicked beneath Stephanie under the duvet, Melody cried and groaned loudly underneath the chloroform cloth: " Nuhhh..nuh..fuckkk uu..nuhh..nuh..n...nmm..." She cried, eyes wincing on the chloroform stink. Melody's legs suddenly spasmed in a long twitching motion between Stephanie's and she realised that Melody was wetting the bed, out of fear and from drugged loss of bodily functions. " I'm sorry, Mel." Stephanie told her, even though by now she was certain that Melody couldn't hear her voice because of her ringing ears. " Nuhh...nu..n.." Melody's eyes were swimming and rolling by now and she was making a rasping, guttural horrific breathing sound: " Guhhhhhhk...ghk..hhuuukkk.." Stephanie lovingly kissed Melody's cold and perspiring forehead. " Sshhh, just go to sleep and I'll give you a ketamine shot and you'll stay under. You won't remember anything and you'll be okay, I promise." she gasped, slightly out of breath.

Melody's horrific breathing now became a set of quick gulping sounds for a long two minutes:"Huk!..hk..huuk..uuuh..u..uh.." Melody coughed loudly on the chloroform fumes, stopping breathing for a second that scared Stephanie. She knew that Mel was almost unconscious and couldn't move, her eyelids fluttering. Nearing the first stages of anesthesia. Stephanie left the now dry chloro cloth over Mel's nose and open mouth to fetch the heavy amber glass chloroform bottle. She withdrew the cloth from Mel's face, thankfully noticing that she didn't have a nosebleed but that the skin around her nostrils and mouth were irritated with redness, which would fade after a few hours. Stephanie wetted the chloro cloth again, resealing the bottle and laying it on the bed. Stephanie moved in and gently pressed the wet chloroform cloth again over Mel's open mouth and nose: " Ssssh..." Stephanie said, sending her away to dreamland. Melody took in fresh chloroform fumes, she began passing out, letting out a long sigh: " Nuhh..mm..Mmmmmmm..." Melody Gavegnano's eyelids closed and she passed out, unconscious, completely chloroformed. Exhaling out guttural troubled breathing as Stephanie withdrew the chloro cloth a few seconds later. Stephanie threw the stinking cloth to one side and checked on Mel's vitals: heartbeat: 33 beats per minute and her eyes were dilated, she was breathing, but not normally. Stephanie kissed Melody's open lips, tasting the acrid chloroform but also Melody. She got the hyperdermic needle, ketamine bottle and alcohol swab sachet ready. Then very gently turned Melody's unconscious body face down to one side, her mouth wide open. Stephanie noticed that the underside of Mel's panties were damp with urine, a little part of the top sheet and duvet were a little damp also. That familiar chill ran up her spine, Stephanie bit her lower lip, rubbing, massaging Mel's slick wet with urine panties. Stephanie felt alive, sexual, wanting Melody more now. Her fingers massagaing at Melody's beautiful round and lightly dimpled ass cheeks. She swabbed at an area on Mel's left ass cheek then injected the ketamine there. The shot would keep her under for at least three hours. Bagging the empty needle and the ketamine bottle.

Stephanie then went to the door, where she saw Perloquin cleaning himself down the hall, she waved to him then closed it. Stephanie then gently moved Melody's limp body to the floor, facing the ceiling, open mouthed. Then she changed out the soiled bedclothes for clean, fresh ones that she loved the lemony fresh smell of. Putting the moist bedclothes in the bedroom laundry hamper. Then she got undressed to her matching coloured white striped sports bra and thong, getting naked, feeling the warm night air tickling her naked flesh. Stephanie took lots of photos of Melody's unconscious body. Stephanie then softly took off Mel's t-shirt then rolled down Melody's damp panties, taking sniffs at the wetness there...She put them both in the laundry hamper. Then carried Mel's unconscious body to the bed, face up, leaving her soft pliable arms to her sides. Stephanie carressed parts of each of Mel's soft ankle calfs, her fingers making circles, loving every moment. Trembling with currents of sexual excitement, she sucked on Mel's inner thighs on the softest of flesh, warming her fingers to the touch...Stephanie looked at the beautiful shaved clean pussy lips and dove gently down, licking at flesh so velvety smooth and immensely sensitive. Adoring that delicious taste: " You taste so good, Mel..." Sucking, licking at the wet opening, she heard Mel unconsciously exhale in excitement! Stephanie laughed breathlessly feeling her own pussy getting hotter and wetter and continued nibbling, sucking and licking. She took Mel's limp right hand and had the limp fingers caress her face, sucking on Mel's fingers..." Ohh!" Stephanie sighed with pleasure, positioning Melody's body to be right against hers, with Mel being taller, her long armed hands easily reached to Stephanie's dripping pussy, where she had Mel's right hand rubbing now at her vaginal lips. Just above her navel, the orgasmic warmth travelled towards all four of her extremities, her thighs quivered...Cumming very fast, leaving her breathless.

Pins and needles tingling all over, Stephanie giggled excitedly laying Mel back on the bed. She again licked at Melody's damp labia lips, frigging her with her index and middle fingers, using her free thumb to rub at Mel's clit. Suddenly she heard Mel sleepily exhale softly: " Guhh!" as she came, Stephanie was smiling, watching the white creamy cum ooze out. She licked and sucked it all out. She stopped for a while, letting her body cool, feeling wet hair strands on her forehead...Just staring at the ceiling, letting her mind wander before she resumed making love to Melody again. She pressed Melody's limp body against hers, squashing their breasts together, Melody's limp arms falling over each shoulder...Stephanie licked down first at her own squashed BC cup breasts, quivering with excitement then licked at Melody's larger D cup breasts. Melody's limp head fell forward, making small gasping sounds. Stephanie kissed Mel's lips and Mel unconsciously reciprocated with her lips. Melody's closed eyes twitching slightly as she returned Stephanie's kisses. Moving down, kissing every inch of Melody's curvy body...Stephanie laid her gently down and took a shower, redressing then cleaning Mel with a sponge bath then dressing Mel in a clean t-shirt and panties. She cleaned up then took a pair of Melody's panties as a souvenir and left her still sleeping, a beautiful smile on her lips. Melody rolled over sleepily, humming contentedly. Stephanie Peter's heart panged in her chest, more in love with Melody than ever before...

" I love you, Mel."

Upon hearing this in her dreams, Melody smiled wider, she hummed and said:" Mmm...I love you too."

Stephanie felt as light as air as she let opened the door, letting in Perloquin, the cat meowed and curled up beside Mel. She left them there and went home and got some sleep. Mel called her later that afternoon to say she had a hangover and that she'd had a very long sexy dream! Melody didn't remember much, only scraps in her dreams...As the weeks went on, Stephanie began to wonder how much that was, as Melody began looking at her strangely somertimes. Mel would stare absently at her, as if remembering something from a dream. One afternoon, while at a sit down lunch at Pino's, Mel brought up the "chloroform party" rumours going around and Stephanie found her cheeks blushing, feeling as though Mel were playing mind games. According to the rumours, a man and a woman couple: Xenia and Vincent had disapeared back in December, after getting mixed up with kidnappers. Melody let the subject go, but did say she dreamt...of Stephanie. Melody held Stephanie's eyes enraptured, placing a hand over hers...When no one was looking, Melody leaned in and they kissed, making the dream a reality.

The End.

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Posted by on in Chloro

(Chloroform is a dangerous chemical and can be lethal. This is an erotic fiction story. Please don't emulate what happens in this story)

-This is a sequel to Chloroform Chat. Set one year later.

San Luis, Obispo, California

....Dreaming, remembering arriving at the "Chloroform Party" house on the Sunday night...Vincent's heart hurting with him and Xenia on a short break...Needing company...Two couples, a man and woman each, their faces blurry to him in the dream...Vincent sat down on a sofa with them all around him, they toasted his arrival with champagne. Smiling at him with hungry eyes as Vincent drank his glass...Their talking voices echoing in his memory, as they watched him, waiting...The room began spinning wildly out of control...laughter in the darkness swooping up on him...Sensing them touching...kissing him...They had control of his body and he loved it!...Briefly opening his eyes to see the white handkerchief being pressed down over his nose and mouth...Gagging on the Chloroform chemical stink...Listening to his heartbeat slow down with each breath...A delicious erotic lassitude binding him in the dark as he gasped up for air once again...Hearing them laugh as the same Chloroform cloth was coming down over his nose and mouth...something went wrong, he sensed it...

...Trying again and again to reach the surface...then a suffocating oblivion...How had he gotten here?...Sensing his fetal positioned body couldn't move, tied up with rusty chains under the ocean...Vincent stared out listlessly into the airless ocean...Lungs itching for fresh air, he expelled oxygen bubbles...liquid poured into his mouth...Expecting to drown...unable to swim to the glimmering surface so far away...Vincent tried to move in his rusty chains, to escape but found he couldn't. Darkness settled over the area but he never gave up...He suddenly found beautiful hands holding his and his chains disapeared!. The next moment, Vincent was standing on a glimmering beach at magic hour and his rescuer standing beside him...A small white cruise boat moored at a dock, waiting for him to take him and others to a nearby island...Vincent shook his head, not yet...not yet...Feeling himself pushed back...

a feminine voice asked Vincent: " Vincent, can you hear me?"

...bright blurry lights above blinding him...Again the female voice asked: " Vincent, just give us a sign if you can hear my voice?"

What did the voice mean by "us"?...His hearing could now pick up a group of voices...People moving about...lots of movement..." Vincent, you were brought into St. Augustine's just thirty minutes ago. You're in the E.R. Can you hear me?..."

Vincent felt something foreign inside his throat, he gagged and frowned heavily..." There!...See that? He just frowned and his hands clenched. Definite cognitive signs..."...Vincent tried opening his eyes but the blinding, muzzy glare forced him to keep his eyes closed. Adjusting to the light behind his pink eyelids...Another voice, this time a man's voice spoke: " He's waking up alright...Mark it! : Nine Thirty Seven P.M. and the patient's recovered consciousness..." Vincent now felt cold latex fingers over his face - whatever rubbery object was down his throat was hurting! Please take it out of my throat, he tried to say - intubated? he thought. The latex fingers pried open each of his eyelids - a bright penlight was shone into each of his pupils for a second that felt like painful months to him! Ouch! Vincent frowned, his eyes welling up with tears as he got to close his eyes...What was happening? Why couldn't he remember why all of this was happening?

Reading his reactions, the male voice asked: " Vincent? Do you remember how you got here? Just shake your head if you don't..." Vincent did so..." Okay...Can you try opening your eyes now? Vincent?"

Vincent blinked his saltwater drenched eyes open, more tears flowing...Three busy people in dark blue hospital scrubs were standing around him...Their very concerned eyes watching him for brief moments as they talked to each other or adjusted electronic medical equipment...Vincent tried moving his hands but they felt like lead weights...He felt an I.V. drip inside his right arm, probably connected to a saline drip. What was happening to him, his thoughts pleaded...The male doctor who'd been talking to him had a beard and stared with concern at Vincent: " Hi. You're breathing on your own now so we won't need to keep intubating you. We're going to remove the rubber intertracheal tube that's down your windpipe. I know it's painful even though we've given your throat muscles a relaxant agent...Do you understand?"...Vincent nodded fearfully and thought: - Just Get It Out Of My Throat! The bearded doctor nodded, turning to confer with both the attractive female doctor and clean shaven doctor...All three of them talked for what seemed to Vincent to be eons of time...One of them shared a joke, which lightened the heavy mood and they all gratefully smiled...Just help me, please, Vincent's thoughts pleaded...He realised Xenia wasn't nearby...where was she? Oh no..no...is she alright? Ohh God...Just when it seemed as though the three doctors weren't doing much, they moved his body into a more upright position...The female doctor's hands on his mouth, holding part of the long clear plastic tracheal tube that was down his windpipe..." Vincent, hold still, now...That's it. Keep your jaw open...Hold still for us, okay, Vincent, here we go!" Out it came in a slippery rush from his windpipe and Vincent coughed...He convulsed slightly as they checked on him. Now...now he could talk, ask them where was Xenia...Suddenly naseous, he tried to lean to one side and they helped him but no vomit came so they took away the plastic kidney dish.

The three doctors introduced themselves: Penelope; Jeffery and Howard. Penelope tried explaining what little they knew of what had happened: Vincent had been found on a park bench outside the hospital. He'd gone into cardiac arrest from what they surmised had to be an "inhalational anaesthetic" - judging by the red marks on his nose and mouth. Judging also by the chemical traces in his breath, it smelled like "Chloroform reagent", Penelope told him. They'd taken blood samples and Penelope said they'd discover exactly what drug it had been. A paramedic crew had brought him into the emergency room, where they worked on him and brought him back. Vincent knew a fair amount of medical procedures, from his medical orderly job at West Covina General Hospital, he knew he was in trouble just from being here in an E.R. Penelope explained that they had his medical file on record there at St. Augustine's.

" Vincent, do you remember anything of how you got here tonight?" Penelope asked him, but already realising from his reactions that Vincent wouldn't remember. Anaesthesia usually had the effect of causing temporary amnesia...Vincent knew from experience how Nitrous; Chloroform or Ether had that effect on him and Xenia.

" W..wate..r.." Vincent's dry, whipersy voice asked her. "..pleas.." Vincent didn't realise he kept repeating his plaintative request until Penelope very gently brought a plastic straw to his dry lips. Vincent automatically sucked on the straw, taking in warm water. He ignored the irritation in his throat from the liquid and took in a few sips.

" There we go...You okay for now?...Oh, okay...There we go...Okay?" Penelope asked him kindly. Vincent nodded and stopped drinking. Penelope took away the straw...Vincent felt the bed, his body on it, the sheets soaked with his sweat. Which absolutely stank of Chloroform...he realised he could still taste the Chloroform in his throat, smell it in his nostrils...Had he overdosed on it? He wondered...Vincent's eyes were still watering, Penelope helped him by wiping away his tears on a tissue. Vincent remembered watching the doctor's at West Covina General - his chart probably read that he'd been prescribed 1.5 mgs of Digoxin for his cardiac faliure and some Glucose to keep him hydrated, maybe also some Hyoscine Hydrobromide capsules for his nausea...They attached an oxygen inhaler tube to his nostrils and Vincent was relieved to feel the cold, fresh o2 flowing down his throat into each lung.

Where was Xenia? Was she okay? He and Xenia had had a slight falling out last week, but they kept in touch and were coming back together...Vincent remembered a few parts, especially that he'd been lonely in the long meantime. Needing company...What had happened...something... Vincent sat back and stared at the white corkboard ceiling, desperate for answers...Strange thoughts raging in his mind. When he looked back, Jeffery, the bearded doctor had left to visit other patients. An orderly swung over and handed a hard copy file to Penelope and Howard. I do that, Vincent thought, watching the orderly.

Penelope carefully read through the file, talking with her colleague. Penelope gave Howard the file and moved in close to Vincent's bedside. " We're trying to contact your parents, but so far no reply to our phone messages. Now, Vincent, you know how it goes when we try to contact immediate family, because you work at a hospital, right?"

Vincent nodded, calming himself. " Good. They'll be here eventually.You're stable right now, but is there maybe anyone else we can use as a contact?"

" Xenia..." Vincent whispered.

" Oh okay, she sounds exotic!" Penelope joked with him, she made him smile. " Do you know her number?"

Yes, he told Penelope and asked for his cellphone, which had Xenia's number. They had it in his collected belongings, his clothes had been shredded in order for them to work on him. But then Vicent remembered the porn collection stored on his phone!...All of the chloroform photos and videos, also. No doubt the police were going to visit him at some point and they'd maybe treat him differently after looking through his cellphone...Best to avoid that, he thought, hoping neither Penelope or Howard could read his guilty expression. Vincent recalled most of Xenia's number - he relayed the line of digits, only getting two numbers wrong before he realised and corrected them. Howard wrote down the numbers on a notepad against Vincent's file. Penelope asked him some more questions, ensuring Vincent was on the mend. When she was certain he'd be okay, she left Howard in charge of looking after him for a while. Vincent watched the flurry of movement around him as a male nurse came over to delicately check his I.V. and the bed monitors. The E.R. always looks different from a hospital bed.

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...The phonecall startled Xenia, with sleeping Jasper beside her on the bed. Xenia had been concentrating on her lap top screen, still worrying for her lover Vincent's wellbeing. The last time they'd spoken on the phone was on Sunday afternoon and it was now late Monday night. Vincent hadn't answered any of her phonecalls or messages. Xenia hoped and prayed he was okay. Xenia answered her bedroom phone line connection on the first ring...Her eyes went wide, listening to Vincent's E.R. doctor, Penelope, explain what had happened to her beloved...Everything was a blur from putting the reciever down - Xenia barely saw herself get dressed and put on her bike leathers. Telling her parents, who were watching TV downstairs and then she was out the door to her bike.

Jasper suddenly jumped up behind the living room curtains, " Where are you going at this time of night?" his gaze asked her. " I'll be back soon..." Xenia said to him, her voice muffled by her bike helmet. Xenia could only really think of getting to Vincent. The night time five mile motorcycle ride there was a trancelike blur.

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When the two uniformed police officers showed up to ask him questions, Vincent was floating in his medication dizzyness. Penelope explained to them that he would need time to recover and that there was little chance of him remembering his abduction. They left a card and disapeared. Vincent exhaled, fighting to stay alert. Penelope checked on him, she tried explaining that his rushed blood work confirmed he'd been Chloroformed...traces also of Diazepam barbituates and Atropine were in his blood. Penelope told him she believed that Vincent had first been sedated someplace with the Diazepam, then moved someplace else and kept under with doses of Chloroform. Whoever had done so had given him too much, she reasoned and his heart had stopped, which explained why he'd been given Atropine to counteract the effects and get his heart started.

His abductors had attempted artificial respiration and when that failed, they drove Vincent's dying body outside the hospital. According to the hospital security guards, the CCTV footage showed him being moved by two people dressed in black, their car number plates taped over. Penelope believed that whoever it had been was someone with medical knowledge. Vincent nodded in agreement, it made sense and again explained his amnesia.

" Ples..How long...?"

" -Were you dead for?" Penelope watched him nod a Yes. " About five minutes, after you were brought in. You're very lucky to be alive, Vincent."

" I know," Vincent nodded, tears running again. " Thank you..." he shakily said.

" You're welcome. Your friend Xenia should be here any minute to look in on you. We have a waiting room, so she can wait until morning visiting hours."

Vincent nodded, understanding the routine. Penelope whispered to ask him if he'd consent to a rape kit test, which would done in complete secrecy. If he consented ...He had a lot of bruises on his arms and back..." I...n..not sure..." Vincent said. Penelope nodded with understanding, giving him time to decide. She asked him in a whisper if he was sexually active? Vincent couldn't help blushing a little and nodded. Penelope noted to him that his file said his sexuality was bisexual.

" Yes."

" Me too." Penelope told him and Vincent's mouth gaped open in complete surprise!

She smiled and leaned in to check his heart beat with her stetchoscope, uncoiling it from her soft neck. Vincent felt the cold metal on his chest, he remained still as she listened to his heart for a full minute. Concentrating on letting Penelope's latex clad fingers work, he glanced to her intense expression and looked away. Penelope was pleased that his heart now sounded much stronger and wrote it down on his chart and her own notepad. She told him that they'd be moving him to a bed in the recovery ward on the fifth floor.

Vincent's face lit up when he saw Xenia walking up to his bed. Penelope greeted Xenia and gave her the lowdown on Vincent's condition...Xenia's shoulders tensed, just nodding, listening, but too shocked to let it all sink in. Penelope told Xenia that she and her colleagues didn't think that the Chloroform had damaged Vincent's kidneys, heart or liver, but they'd run some more tests just to be certain. His HMO insurance thankfully covered all of the medical expenses. Xenia focused on Vincent there on the hospital bed and the world became a blur...Realising she would do anything to make him better. You bloody idiot! Xenia thought - What've you done to yourself? We have a tiny disagreement about you wanting me to move in with you and you do this!?

Penelope explained that Xenia could only visit Vincent for five muntes, before they would move him to the fifth floor. There was a crowded waiting room. " I understand..." Xenia said, not recognising her own strange, disconnected tone of voice. Xenia felt cold even in her motorcycle leathers and Penelope recognised "shock" when she saw it now. Ever the doctor, she directed Xenia to sit in the swivel chair by the bed and asked an orderly to bring a small blanket. Xenia thanked them both, feeling warmer, she left her helmet on the floor. Penelope smiled, showing five fingers on her left hand, whispering: " Five minutes." Seeing Xenia nod, she left them for a moment.

Xenia sighed deeply," What happened to you?"

" I don't...don't remember, Xen..." Vincent grumbled and would've shrugged if he had the strength. " I dreamt about going to a house...somewhere..."

" Someone kidnapped you? In this dream of yours?"

Vincent frowned softly, trying to recall his dream, " It was...party...Some kind of party...I drank some champagne with...Four - yes, four people were there...Couples...My glass was drugged...Moved me around...kept me under with lots of chloroform..."

Xenia realised she was getting aroused, breathing hard now - Oh my Gosh, she thought, I shouldn't be turned on by what happened to him! What's wrong with me? Xenia tried closing her eyes tightly shut - Stop Thinking About It...Her head twitched as dozens of guilty thoughts attacked her. Watching in horror as his lover fought herself, Vincent reached out with his left hand...his loving hand hugging Xenia's clenched hands. Xenia instantly stopped shaking...No spoken words were required between them. Xenia knew she wanted to stay near him and as the five minutes were up and she had to say bye to him for now, Xenia went to the crowded waiting room. Xenia barely felt the floor underfoot, smiling, knowing she loved him.

It was dawn when Vincent's parents surprised her in the waiting room, she hugged them. They just finished visiting him for about ten minutes. Sitting down with Xenia beside them. It was a nice surprise finding Xenia there in the waiting room, they said, even though one of Vincent's doctors had told them she was there, the shock had made them forget. Vincent was resting comfortably in the Recovery Ward, they told Xenia, she exhaled deeply in relief.

Visiting hours started just after Ten A.M., they told her and Xenia suddenly remembered: Work! Ohhh crap! I can't miss my shift at the ad agency!...If she left now on her bike, she could make it home to quickly freshen up, then make it to work, and then her second job at the coffee shop. Even though she hadn't gotten any sleep and was exhausted. Xenia paced the floor, glancing again at the wall clock, then her watch. Vincent's parents told her they understood and they would be there for Vincent, they would call her if anything happened. Xenia hesitantly agreed and after hugging them, left the hospital. Driving home on her bike, telling her parents who were eating cereal in the kitchen, just that Vincent had been in an "accident". And was going to be okay. Xenia then took a very quick shower, doing her hair, dressing, picking up her work stuff. Xenia quickly grabbed a few sips of coffee and a slice of toast, giving Jasper some strokes on his fur coat. She said bye to them all and was out the door and drove to work. She felt tired all day, always thinking about Vincent...

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Xenia visited him each day there at St. Augustine's for a week, Vincent's test results came back negative for any internal organ damage or infections and they released him. He was still very weak and went home to live at his parent's house when he was released. Vincent still had no memory of what had happened...Xenia stayed millimetre close to him as his strength slowly returned and Kallie also kept him company. Xenia realised she loved him more now than before...

Vincent said he felt strong enough for a nice walk and it was a beautiful but windy autumn day, so Xenia suggested the woodland park. They walked together, the wind tickling at Xenia's hair and making her smile. Vincent looked to her, his eyes blinking softly, leaning in for a long kiss...Xenia held onto him tightly, feeling his strong heart beat and her own heart beat.

---Unaware of the four door car that had been trailing them from the car park on the right hand side. The car stopped, engine running. The four occupants inside, two male and female couples, watching Xenia and Vincent...The female front side passenger, Irene, observing the two unaware lovers, with a pair of expensive binoculars. Irene smiled and laughed, passing the binoculars to her lover, Stewart, in the driver's seat. Irene looked lustfully to her husband, Louis, sat on the back seat with his lover, Nancy. Stewart grinned, observing his wife, Nancy, on the rearview mirror. Nancy french kissed Louis passionately, each of them watching one another with long, knowing sexual gazes...Irene bit her lower lip, breathing rapidly, moving her leather gloved hands down over her own body, watching Louis and Nancy. Stewart joined in, moving a free hand onto Irene's stockinged thigh, she loved it and groaned.

All four of them dizzy and erotically euphoric, watching the sexy Xenia and Vincent...The four of them would wait for a while, they decided, before inviting Xenia and Vincent for another "party"...Or grabbing them with a wet chloroform cloth, each, bundling them into the car...They would wait and watch them first...

The End

 

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