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Posted by on in Fight KO

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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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?


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 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!'



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.

'!' Jacky pleaded. 'Last day? Want to see some of it, even sex. Please..please don't gas me again. I'll 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.


'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.


'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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The Sleepy Adventures of Mrs. Sandman | “Going Down?”

Mrs. Sandman was on a business trip and staying at the luxury Ritz-Carlton hotel in Tokyo, Japan.

She had just finished negotiating an important business deal with a high powered law firm. Her aggressiveness stunned the male members of her rivals team. They were not prepared to deal with such a no nonsense, take charge woman. They were more accustomed to submissive woman. As she strutted to the elevator from the boardroom Mrs. Sandman was feeling pretty cocky and proud of the way she had bullied those men into a deal. She was exhausted and couldn’t wait to get back to her suite and get out of her heels and pantyhose. The elevator bell dings and she enters the empty car and pushes the button for the Penthouse Suite. But just as the door is about to close a cleaning woman with her cart rushes into the car and accidently bumps into Mrs. Sandman.

Mrs. Sandman is bitchy from the long day, she looks down her nose at the little Asian woman and says, “Guests shouldn’t have to ride with ‘the help’. You people should be using the stairs”. The young Asian girl just looks up at Mrs. Sandman in disbelief saying nothing. Still feeling cocky and powerful from her victory in the boardroom Mrs. Sandman continues her verbal assault.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Are you stupid? Don’t you understand English?” The Asian woman understands English perfectly well and Mrs. Sandman has just unknowingly lit the little woman’s very short fuse.

The two woman stand alone in the elevator staring each other down as it ascends to the Penthouse. Mrs. Sandman has her hands confidently on her hips and her chin defiantly sticking out. She had just finished dominating a room full of men. She wasn’t going to take any crap from some working class peasant. The fuse that was lit a moment ago suddenly ignites and the little Asian girl explodes into action. Like something out of a Kung Fu movie she squats low then with a powerful thrust connects with an open palm strike to Mrs. Sandman’s chin. Mrs. Sandman grunts at the impact and her head is snapped back like whiplash. The back of her head slams into the steel wall of the elevator giving the Asian girl a one-two punch. Mrs. Sandman’s glasses are knocked crooked on her face, she sways back and forth. Her jaw goes slack and her eyes go crossed. A tingling sensation starts at her toes and travels up her body. The room starts to spin and the lights dim. Her eyes roll up into her head, she slumps into the corner of the car and slowly slides down the wall into a seated spread legged position on the floor. Out cold.

The little Asian woman uses her pass key to temporarily stop the elevator. She intends to teach this arrogant American woman a lesson. She quickly begins to strip Mrs. Sandman naked, stashing each piece of clothing into her cleaning cart. Last to go are Mrs. Sandman’s pantyhose and heels. She then drags Mrs. Sandman to the middle of the elevator and positions her spread-eagled in the middle of the floor. She then hits every button on the control panel ensuring that the elevator will stop at every floor, then makes her getaway.

The elevator starts its way down to the ground floor. Ding! At floor #19 the elevator stops to pick up a group of elderly folks. The doors slide open and there is Mrs. Sandman spread-eagled and naked in the middle of the floor. The elderly folks just stare, not moving, their jaws hanging open in shock. The doors slide closed once again and the car continues to floor #18. Ding! Mom and Dad jump back at the sight of the naked woman and shield their children’s eyes until the doors slide shut again. And on it goes until the elevator finally reaches the ground floor where a crowd has gathered, everyone is talking about the naked woman on the elevator. A Policeman pushes through the crowd and enters the elevator. He roughly puts handcuffs on the still unconscious Mrs. Sandman then throws her limp body over his shoulder. Everyone present can see the growing bulge in his pants and the smile on his face as he carries Mrs. Sandman away to the holding cell to be “questioned”. THE END

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Mrs. Sandman’s Sleepy Adventures | “Road Rage"

My wife, Mrs. Sandman was late coming home from her business meeting, so I went to my computer and connected to the newly installed dash cam in her vehicle to check on her whereabouts. The dash cam showed my wife speeding down a long dark deserted stretch of road, the audio picks up her cursing at the vehicle in front of her. The license plate on the sleek sports car says, “Jackie”. My wife is on Jackie's bumper, flashing her headlights and laying on the horn.

Mrs. Sandman is normally a mild mannered woman, but when she's behind the wheel of her big 4x4 SUV this petite little woman turns into Mad Maxx Road Warrior! I don’t know what Jackie did, but my wife is seriously pissed off. After about a mile of this harassment Jackie pulls off to the shoulder of the road and stops but stays in her car. My wife comes to a skidding stop behind her and slams the gearshift into Park. In the harsh light of the headlights the dash cam shows my wife storming up to the other vehicle like she’s looking for a fight. She isn’t exactly dressed for a fight. She’s wearing a button down white blouse with no bra, a snug fitting short skirt, nude pantyhose and 4” heels.

When she reaches the other vehicle she immediately starts pounding on the roof of the car with her right hand while bending over near the open window, yelling and wagging her finger in Jackie's face. Abruptly Jackie's hand darts out and grabs a handful of my wife’s long brunette hair and forcefully pulls her head through the open window and commences to bitch slap my wife senseless! Dash cam audio picks up multiple loud slaps as the shadowy figure inside the vehicle can be seen raining blows down on my wife’s head and face. My wife is no longer the aggressor, the roles have reversed and she has quickly become the victim. She’s squealing in pain and fear as she pushes against the side of Jackie's car with her hands and knees desperately trying to pull free. After what seems like an endless beat down Jackie releases her hold on my wife’s hair. She staggers backwards a few steps and drops to her knees dazed and confused. The car door opens slowly and a large woman with monstrous tits steps out. Jackie is a big woman, a full head taller than Mrs. Sandman. She’s wearing a low cut ‘little black dress’ that shows off her massive tits, she has muscular calves and is wearing sky high stiletto heels. She steps confidently over to my wife who’s still on her knees, swaying back and forth, barely conscious. She looks down at my pitiful defeated wife with disgust. Mrs. Sandman doesn’t dare meet Jackie's gaze, she just stares at the ground, submitting to the bigger woman like a beat dog. I fumble with the controls and zoom the camera in to get a better look. I can’t believe how turned on I am watching my wife so dominated and humiliated by another woman. Without realizing it, I start to rub my throbbing boner through my jeans. I watch breathlessly as Betty grabs my wife’s blouse and halls her to her feet. The buttons on the blouse pop off like shrapnel leaving my wife’s smallish C cup tits exposed to the cool night air. Her nipples are long and hard. Even in heels my petite wife’s face only comes up to Jackie's enormous tits and cleavage. Jackie intends to use those big tits as weapons and puts a strong hand on the back of my wife’s head. Mrs. Sandman knows what’s coming next, she looks pleadingly up at Jackie, her mascara is running down her cheeks from crying, her red lipstick is smeared, she has bright red fingerprints criss-crossing her face.

“Please…” my wife begs sheepishly.
“Say it again!”, Betty demands.
“Please…. no… don’t…”

Jackie is NOT in a forgiving mood. She wraps her arms around my wife’s head and pulls her face tightly into her cleavage. Then she leans back lifting my wife off the ground until her feet are dangling in the air. Mrs. Sandman with her air cut off by Jackie's massive tits starts to struggle frantically. Only muffled screams escape as her arms flail around desperately, pulling at Jackie's hair with no effect. Her feet kick so hard that both of her high heel pumps come flying off. She points the toes of her pretty nyloned feet, straining to reach the ground. Her short skirt rides up around her waist and I can see her ass cheeks clenching through her pantyhose as she fights for life giving air. After about a minute of this slow torture my wife runs out of fight and air. Her arms drop limply to her side and her legs dangle loosely in the air. Jackie still doesn’t let up, she continues to suffocate my wife. I watch in horror as my wife’s body twitches once, then twice. I yell at the dash cam, “STOP! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL HER!!”. Jackie finally relaxes her hold and in slow motion Mrs. Sandman slides down Betty’s body, landing spread-eagled at her feet, totally out cold. Betty steps over my wife, straddling her body in a victory pose. She takes the heel of her 6” stiletto and pokes her in a tit. She doesn’t get a response so takes my wife's hand lifts it in the air and wags her arm around like a wet noodle before letting it flop back to the ground. Satisfied that my wife is out cold Jackie continues her assault, she hikes up her dress around her waist and squats on my wife’s face! Right there in the roadway! Jackie is ‘commando’, not wearing any panties and she begins to grind her bald pussy into my wife’s face. Jackie begins to moan softly as she humps my wife’s placid face, she reaches back and starts pinching and twisting my wife’s stiff nipples. Mrs. Sandman starts to gain consciousness from the pain, I can see her feet starting to move, then when she realizes she’s being face fucked by Jackie she starts to struggle. I again start yelling at the monitor, “NO!”… “Stay down!” “Don’t fight!” Jackie is only too happy to go another round. She taunts my wife. “You liked my tits so much I thought you’d like a taste of my pussy to!” With that said Jackie stuffs my wife’s face into her pussy and clamps her muscular thighs tight around my wife’s head trying to crack it like a walnut. My wife begins to thrash wildly as she’s drowned in Jackie's sopping wet pussy. “Noooo! Mmmmmphh!! MMMMMPPH!!” In her already weakened state my poor wife doesn’t last very long and in a moment she is again laying still and unconscious. Jackie gets on all fours and starts riding my wife hard, sliding her slippery snatch up and down her face. A minute later she throws her head back and finishes off with a loud quivering orgasm, gushing her cum juice all over my wife’s pretty face. I feel a twitching and warmth in my pants as Jackie and I climax simultaneously. Jackie stays on all fours breathing heavily and trembling until she recovers from the powerful orgasm. Then she slowly gets up and casually straightens her dress. She retrieves her cell phone from the car, returns and starts snapping pics of my utterly defeated wife from every angle being sure to get a few close ups of her face still smeared and glistening with pussy juices. Blackmail pics? Jackie's had enough fun with this little tramp and decides to wrap things up. She bends over and grabs my wife by one ankle and drags her across the blacktop like a bag of trash back towards the SUV. They move out of the camera’s view as Jackie drags my wife’s body to the back of the truck. I can hear the rear cargo door open, then the thump of a body being tossed in, then the door slamming shut. Jackie comes into view again as she walks back to her car. She pauses at the front of my wife’s SUV, looks directly into the dash cam, smiles, and flips me the bird! On the way back to her car she see’s my wife’s $600 Jimmy Choo pumps laying in the roadway. She collects them up and tosses them through the window of her car. The spoils of war. A long time later I hear my wife groaning in pain as she finally regains consciousness. She manages to climb back behind the wheel and drives SLOWLY the rest of the way home. THE END

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Hatter wanted to get even with Brenda after the embaressing little boxing exhibition Brenda talked her into,and in front of Brenda's stepson too. Her hand felt her jaw where Brenda's boxing glove put her into la la land and wondered what did they do while she lay there unconsious and wondered where all these birdies circling her head came from. She looked at her hand,made a fist and thought about it.It was true she thought,i do have a weak jaw,a "glass jaw"it was called in boxing circles and she had been knocked out twice before,once in high school when a jealous girl punched her out after school one day and another time when at a party a lesbian woman hit her in the chin when she thought Hatter was flirting with her girlfriend.Both times she was knocked completely out cold.But it was also strange she thought,every time after she felt almost turned on,like getting knocked out was almost foreplay in a way."No,no,that can't be,thats just a bit kinky,"she mused,"but still" and she felt the wetness beginning between her legs as she thought about it. Hatter looked at her fist again and thought,"Hmmm,as i recall Brenda has a glass jaw too," and she slugged a pillow on the sofa pretending it was Brenda's chin and saying to herself,"take that bitch,"then smiling. "I can't be so girlie about this,she might just knock me out again," and then another smile,"maybe that wouldn't be so bad,"and realized she was getting a little more then wet down there.Next day a drive over to Brenda's large two story brick house,getting out of the car in her jean skirt and high heels.Walking up to the door,her heels clicking on the walkway,she takes a deep breath and knocks on the door thinking,"ok,no girlie today." That thought fades as Brenda opens the door wearing a half tee shirt tied in a bow midway up her firm belly,her hard nipples making an outline on each side,tight cutoff jeans,part way down thick thighs,looking like she was poured into them,and yellow sneakers that have seen better days. Hatter almost faints wondering if this was such a good idea looking up at the taller woman."Well hi honey,won't you come in,omg i was just going to call you,"Brenda's greeting was warm and gracious. "Well i was just in the neighborhood and wanted to see you,"Hatter said as Brenda led her into the parlor."Sit here,"Brenda pointed at a plush sofa,"and i'll get us some wine."Oh dear i hope your not still mad at me for that little boxing bout,"Brenda giggled,then left and returned with glasses and a bottle of white wine.Sitting next to Hatter Brenda looked her up and down,Hatter wishing she had worn a longer skirt as she knew her pink panties could be seen by Brenda.She crossed her legs as they drank and chatted."I really didn't mean to hit you so hard on your chin,"Brenda giggled again,"you really have a glass jaw,"and sipped her wine."And i just love that skirt too,"her hand on the skirt,then sliding to Hatter's exposed leg.Hatter squirmed and uncrossed her legs,then put a hand on the tee top Brenda was wearing,sliding a finger just past a nipple,"and i love that top you have too,and you fill it so well,"Hatter almost said in a whisper. "And those jean cutoffs,oh my,so ,well,sexy,Hatter said."You like them,"Brenda said standing up so Hatter could see them better.She turned in a slow turn watching Hatter's eyes follow her,"There a bit tight,guess i put on a little weight,"she laughed,then sat down,sipping more wine and her hand again resting on Hatter's knee,but  slowly inching up Hatter's leg."So is your jaw ok honey? is this where i hit you?" and Brenda leaned in and kissed Hatter's chin.Hatter could feel herself getting more and more turned on by the older woman and told her self,"stay focused girl." "I guess i do have a weak chin,"Hatter made a schoolgirl giggle,"but i heard you do too,a glass jaw i think." Brenda frowned,"Well i have been knocked out before,my ex daughter-in -law,a neighbor woman,even my stepson coldcocked me a couple times,"her hand felt her jaw as she spoke,"but all lucky or sucker punches,"she laughed."Listen,if any woman can knock me out she can have,well,ok,these jeans,"and laughed again.The wine was obviously taking effect on both women now and Hatter was feeling braver."Say,you wouldn't want a rematch honey,would you?" Brenda said with a smile and again sliding her hand up Hatter's skirt.Hatter giggled and looked down at her jean skirt,it had worked up almost to her hips and her pantie covered mound was showing.She spread her legs slightly more,this was the edge she needed,Brenda was focused on her now and any second would make her move,probably a little kiss turning into a bigger one. "Oh no,i can't box,your too good anyway,you would just knock me out again,Then again i might get lucky and knock you out," and kissed Brenda's chin.Brenda looked at Hatter smiling,"That might not be so bad"she giggled,you could get my jeans,"and kissed Hatter back.Hatter now stood and faced the sitting Brenda,bending down to her,she had a low cut top and although her breasts were'nt as large as Brenda's they hung just enough in front of Brenda's eyes."I think i have something for you,"Hatter whispered as she fumbled with Brenda's half top,untieing the lower bow and letting Brenda's large dd cup breasts fall out."Really,what might that be?' Brenda whispered back almost closing her eyes as she felt the other woman's hands on her hard nipple.Hatter stood back just enough,her left hand slightly lifting Brenda's chin,Brenda expecting a kiss,her eyes almost closed,Hatter smiled,her right hand balled up into a fist and like she practiced on the pillow,let fly with a perfect right cross to Brenda's chin.The punch snapped Brenda's head to the side,Hatter felt a tinge of pain in her delicate hand as she followed through with the punch,a slapping sound could be heard and Brenda fell back limply on the sofa,slouched but upright,her head dangled down,her breasts hanging out.Hatter was surprised but delighted,she lifted Brenda's head up,her eyes were closed and mouth slightly open,Hatter lifted one arm and let it fall,Brenda,the big amazon woman,big boobs,muscles,thick thighs,was outcold with one punch by little Hatter,a femmine girly,girl."Yep,you are outcold bitch,"she laughed out loud."Ok,i have to hurry," and she grabbed Brenda's legs and pulled with all her might until Brenda was on the floor spread eagle,the top finished coming off as the large woman was dragged off.Hatter worked the zipper on Brenda's jeans and began to pull."Wow,these are so tight,god how did you get in them?" she asked the unconsious woman.Little by little they came off,at one time Hatter had to roll Brenda to her belly so she could pull them down over Brenda's firm butt.Finally off,she slapped Brenda's ass,even shaking her butt cheeks.Next came the sneakers and when they were off Hatter couldn't help but kiss Brenda's painted toes,even sucked on a toe before dropping her foot.Brenda was face down and Hatter spread her legs apart.Brenda's thong had come off with the jeans so she was bare assed naked,her arms up over her head.Hatter got pictures of the unconsious woman,then rolled her over onto her back,again spreading her legs,and again several pictures,a couple close ups of Brenda's trimmed pussy.Hatter fondled the large breasts,then ran her fingers over the soft mound,giggling as she fingered Brenda's clit,"Oh yessss,you are wet aren't you."Standing now,she slipped her phone into her purse looking down at the unconsious woman,"Omg that felt good,it was a sucker punch,but still i knocked her out,hmm,my first too."Her hand slipped under her skirt and she fingered  herself,"Oh dear,guess i'am a little wet myself,"she giggled.Hatter picked up the jean cutoffs,the thong still in them,then the sneakers,"Well you did say any woman that knocked you out could havve them,and i knocked you out,so there."As Hatter was leaving,Brian was just getting home and passed Hatter,"Oh hi Brian,i was just leaving,your mom's inside,she uh,got sleepy so i better go,see ya."Brian watched as Hatter got in her car and wondered why she had jeans and sneakers in her hands,shrugged and went inside."Mother,i'am home,mom? 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I looked at the photos of my ex Sharon lying outcold in her panties and bra."wow,omg Mother,you knocked her out? Brenda smiled and related the story of how Sharon tried to get some errings back and they got in a fight,with Mother knocking my ex cold.The pictures were a erotic and a turn on,showing Sharon laid out cold in panties and bra."So how long was she out,what happened next?" i inquired. "A while,long enough for me to strip the bitch and get these,"she laughed.I was staying with mom for a while,having split with Sharon until i could get my own place and the pictures on her phone of my ex laid out in a fight with mom excited me to no end,i could hardly wait to show my friend ,Toby.For now i went upstairs to my room to transfer the pictures to my laptop as Mother was waiting for her new friend,Hatter to show to go to dinner.I had met Hatter once,a pretty lady,blonde,around 5-3 or so,somewhat conservative,differant from the women mom was used to dating,anyway i liked her right away and thought her quite attractive in all. Mother was certainly dressed for the kill,a short blue dress,low cut,lots of cleavage,even her nipples showed through the dress top,and some very cute high top boots,also blue with the top portion being lace up.Hmmm,very sexy.I came back down to get a drink to take back to my room and Brenda had sat down on the sofa with a book while she waited,i admired her long sleek legs,crossed under the dress and how she showed off her sexy breasts with that low cut top.I walked over coming around to her back,put my hands on her shoulders rubbing her neck,"You do look sexy tonight Mother,"and i see your wearing the very errings you fought over,"i giggled. She laughed and said,"Well,it was a fair fight and i did knock the bitch out didn't i?" "You certainly did" as i kissed her neck,and later you have to let me do some highlights in your hair,"i ran my fingers through it. I had done hair before and now had a job at a salon,something i was good at,and mom let me do hers now."Ok baby" she mused as i kissed her again and went upstairs.I felt like a shower,maybe a cold one so i took one and while in the shower thought about my sexy stepmom which of course got me hard,then stepped out to dry off when i heard the doorbell ring.Hearing voices i realized it was mom's friend Hatter and peeked from the top of the stairs,towel wrapped around me.I could see mom and her chatting and then a light kiss before they sat down.Hatter had on a short pink dress,somewhat low cut top and gorgeous black boots which Brenda was admiring running her hand over the sleek leather."Brian" mom called out,"can you come down and say hi to Hatter? and check out these pretty boots too?" Brenda knew i loved boots on women."Hurry baby,were about to leave." "Sec mom,have to slip something on" which i did,a pair of white shorts,maybe a little too tight,and a tanktop.I bounded down the stairs and greeted Hatter,she was even prettier than last time i saw her and looked at her boots,"Wow those are just stunning," i said as Hatter beamed.I had just said my goodbyes to the ladies and turned to go back upstairs when a loud knock came from the door.Brenda seemed agitated,"now who is that? and just as we are about to go too." Mom opened the door and i almost fainted when a man walked in,actually kind of pushed his way in past Mother."And just who are you," mom demanded to know.I already knew who it was,his name was Rodney,a guy i met from the gym and Sharon's current boyfriend.We nicknamed him"meat"because of the sheer size of his penis and even under the shorts he wore you knew why,there was a very revealing outline of a penis there.I knew him well,too well.A couple weeks back i had caught him and Brenda together at a party we attended,they were outside and he had his hand on my wife's breast which was out of her top and she had her hand inside his pants.Long story short,a brief exchange of words and he decked me,laid me outcold with one punch which of course really turned Sharon on more,that is seeing me knocked out.I don't know how long i was out but when i came to and my head cleared some i raised up and saw Sharon on her knees giving my opponent a blowjob.Seeing his massive cock in my wife's mouth,well i guess i passed out.Then to add to the humiliation after they finished there little sex thing,he picked me up,put me over his shoulders and carried me to the house,Sharon trailing behind and her telling the other guests i had just"fainted." Sharon and i split a day later,but i saw him again at the gym in the dressing room after that.I was dressing and he came out of the shower,i didn't know he was even there.Turning around he surprised me,Rodney was butt naked toweling off,it was a little embarressing to see him again and when he came towards me,well guess i was frightened he was going to slug me again and as he started to speak i fainted!! He caught me and carried me to a massage table leaving me there totally nude,and i guess a bit hard too.Then to make things worse a little while after that,i was still at the house Sharon and i shared then,but she had moved in with Rodney.Toby had come over and i told my friend what happened,we went outside,had a swim and then laid out on lounge chairs to sunbathe.We were nude,i always swam nude and Toby rubbed me with lotion.Then it was my turn and i spread the cream on him,first his back,then he turned over and i put it on his legs and chest.He joked i should put some on his cock too,and what the hell,after a couple drinks we already had thats what i did.Omg he got so hard and so did i,we were laughing,forgetting troubles and i lowered my head and put his cock deep into my mouth when i heard a loud laugh.Guess who? It was Rodney who came by to get something of Sharon's and caught us in the act.He was in shorts and i could tell he was hard too,i don't know how long he watched us but enough to get hard anyway."I always thought you were gay,"he laughed,"mind if i join you?" Toby flew into a rage,something i rarely saw in him.He bounded up and faced Rodney,even making a fist and looking like he was about to slug him.But Rod saw it coming and punched first,hitting my friend square on the chin laying him out spread eagle and outcold!! I rushed to my unconsious friend bending over him almost hysterical,"omg,you knocked him out," and as i rose up he did the same to me,knocking me outcold and spread eagle next to Toby.Omg the birds i saw,little blue birds,all circling my head and twirping.Next thing i knew i felt cold water on my face and a female voice asking if i was ok.It was my friend Sandi,she had come by to see me and found both of us knocked out nude and hard.Toby was still out and she helped me carry him to the house were we revived him,and he said he saw birds flying too,but wrens he thought.So here i was,at mom's house and mr. meat was there,he had knocked me out twice already and another time i fainted,all embarressing,plus he was screwing my soon to be ex wife. Rodney looked my way,smiled and asked how my jaw was.I stared back not knowing what to say,wondering why he was even at my stepmom's house and then i saw Sharon,she had come in right behind Rodney.She had a little tanktop on,tied in a bow right under her big boobs,no bra of course,her nipples stood out under the thin fabric,and a pair of the tightest short -shorts on i ever saw,even her butt cheeks hung out.It was too much for me,my legs got wobbly and before anyone knew it i was on the way to the floor,fainted again! Brenda and Hatter were right next to me in a second,Hatter saying,"omg Brenda,i think hes fainted." The tent my shorts made didn't go unnoticed either as Sharon walked the few steps to were i lay and put her high heeled shoe on my already hard cock,then laughed as she said "your wimp of a son fainted again." Brenda was now up and facing both Rodney and Sharon,hands on hips,"Are you looking to get your ass knocked cold again bitch? what do you want now?" "My errings you big titted bitch,i want them back and this time i have some muscle to help me get them." And with that she stepped aside and Rodney,hands on hips looked at Brenda,"c;mon mamm,just hand them over and we'll leave,don't make me take them off you." "So your the one," Brenda said,"You knocked my son out and his friend too,i heard about that."Looks like he knocked him out again,and without even one punch," Sharon laughed again.Brenda looked towards me,still out with Hatter trying to wake me."Well your not getting them Mr. big cock," and she brought her fist up and took a swing at Rodney.Rod,ducked,then grabbed Brenda's arm,"Now listen Brenda,don't make me hit you," and he struggled with Brenda trying to grab both of her arms.As the two struggled,Brenda trying to slug him and Rodney trying to put her in some kind of clinch,Hatter looked up,then stood,"Oh please,you two,don't fight,"she was almost hysterical.About then i came to from my fainting spell with the noise of yelling and struggle.My eyes opened and it took a few seconds for me to remember what happened before i fainted but my eyes caught Hatter's pink skirt above me,it was short enough i could see her panties,also pink,she was sort of straddling me.I heard Mother's voice as she struggled with Rodney,then i heard and barely saw Rodney as he finally said,"ok,i didn't want to do this,but"....then what sounded like a hard slap and Brenda falling back to the sofa,she bounced once,her big boobs slapping each other ,one came out of the top,then she went still,her head to the side,slouched on the sofa,her skirt all the way up to her hips with the light blue thong barely covering her manicured pussy."Wow,nice punch baby,"Sharon exclaimed,"shes out cold."  Hatter went hysterical now,she wasn't used to this at all,she bent over mom,tapping her cheeks,lifting her limp head up,but mom was out."Omg,omg,you ,you,knocked her unconsious,oh how could you?'And she turned to slap Rodney but Sharon grabbed the blonde putting her in a choke hold,"Calm down bitch," she said but Hatter still struggled until finally the lack of air caused Hatter to struggle less and she finally passed out.Sharon just let her drop to the floor in a heap with Rodney bending over her,"wow baby,you did a number on her,shes out."All the while this fight was going on i pretended to be still out,i was frightened but also very turned on by it all. Sharon bent over mom taking off the errings and stuffing them in her jean pocket,"wow,you really coldcocked this bitch honey,"and looked lovingly at Rodney.Then turning her attention back to mom she stroked her face,"She is lovely isn't she,so sexy." Rodney looked at Sharon,then Brenda,"She is that for sure.""I want these boots too baby,help me," and Sharon pulled one boot off of mom while Rodney pulled the other.Sharon held them up,"i like these." "and those too,"she said,"pointing at Hatter's boots.Rod smiled,"what ever you like sweety," and he began to pull Hatter's boot.But she began to moan and her eyes fluttered open,"Oh dear,omg,what happened?" Sharon moved Rodney aside and knelt in front of Hatter,"Sorry swetheart,you woke up too soon," and with a smile gave Hatter a short shoppy punch to her chin,snapping the girls head back,Hatter's eyes rolled up and again,she was out."Wow,that was so cool,nice punch,"Rodney said.Sharon finished pulling Hatter's boots off and smiled."Hmmm,all this activity made me horny," and while still on her knees pulled Rodney's shorts down and began to suck his very large and hard cock."Oh god,you do that so well,"as Sharon sucked him.My own cock couldn't get any harder as i tried to be still and still watch.Then Sharon stopped,got up"I have an idea,"she grinned,"help me strip these bitches." and together they releived the skirt and dress from both Hatter and Brenda,thong and panties next until both were nude."What now?" Rodney looked confused as both women were naked in front of him."My present to you baby,both these bitches are out so screw them." It was almost an order from the dominant woman and Rodnet smiled,"Yes ma'mm." But before he could do anything Brenda stirred and moaned,her eyes opened."Oh god,what hit me? where am i?Sharon smiled and helped her up on wobbly feet.It was then Brenda noticed she was nude and her girlfriend also nude and unconsious."What is this,what are you doing?" "payback time bitch," said Sharon,and gave Brenda a hard right cross to her jaw,knocking the bigger and older woman backward right into the waiting arms of her new lover,Rodney.Rodney held the unconsious woman,cradling her,"There baby,shes yours for a few minutes anyway." Rodney didn't waste time,he laid Brenda out on the sofa and first laid his cock on her face,opening her mouth he put it in.Sharon fingered Brenda's pussy then helped Rodney put his cock in her,Brenda even moaned,she must have liked it even while being out.Then he squirted and squirted,in her pussy,on her belly,on her face,omg he had cumm everywhere.Finally done and about to leave,Sharon had one more idea.Laying Brenda on the floor spread eagle and the took Hatter and laid her on Brenda in a 69 position.Sharon stood back looking at the sight,then snapped several pictures with her phone laughing all the while. "Lets go baby,before they come to." Rodney said, but Sharon had one more chore.I felt her yank my shorts off and i opened my eyes."I thought you might be faking ,"she laughed,"Hmmmm,and you are so hard too,was it the girls or my boyfriend?" and then she kicked my jaw with her bare foot,knocking me out cold again.My cock exploded at the kick,squirting up and all over my belly making both Sharon and Rodney laugh.Sharon kissed Rodney hard and with one hand on his now hard cock again said,"Ok baby,you know what to do don't you,you know what turns me on more,please," she begged. "If thats what you want sweety," and his fist came up striking Sharon's chin.She grunted and went out,he grabbed her ass and thighs,putting his new ,now knocked out girlfriend over his shoulders,grabbed the boots and carried her and them out and home.

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The Fighting Dungeon – The First Fight of the Night

Kerry had just finished getting ready. She had arrived at the address she had been given on the online forum she frequented by the host of this event and been told to have a shower, freshen up and to put on her gear, go down into the basement and she’d know she was in the right place.

Well she was now in her gear, a pair of very short pink shorts that were above the knee and a white tank top. She had long black hair which she had slicked back and tied in a bundle behind her head. Despite it being winter outside and her wearing not that many layers she still felt pretty warm as the heating had been turned up especially for this occasion. This occasion was a fight between Kerry and another as yet unknown woman. It could not finish until one of them was unconscious on the floor. There would be plenty of other fights going on this evening, between other girls, men and even mixed ones, however Kerry was unsure whether she’d get to see many as for all she knew she could be lying spark out while they were going ahead.

She finally got down the stairs, feeling the silky red carpet beneath her bare feet she was greeted by many men and women, standing around chatting, some in similar gear to her, others dressed more normally. Her eyes fell on a young man who was wearing short black shorts with thin white stripes down them. He was bare chested and barefoot so she guessed he would be fighting later. She smiled at him and he smiled reassuringly back. A fully clothed woman in her mid-forties came over.

“Hello Kerry” she smiled, “I’m Vicky. Well done on finding us. I trust you found your room, as you are very welcome to stay tonight, all the fighters are. We can’t force them to drive home or otherwise find their way back after they’ve been knocked out can we?”

“No.” Kerry smiled looking down at her feet. She felt slightly self-conscious. In 20 minutes or so she could be lying limp and unaware in the centre of the ring and completely at the mercy of everyone else here. It certainly sent a thrill through her, likewise the thought of maybe putting the other girl out did.

“Don’t worry darling, we’ll look after you if you are knocked senseless.” Vicky smiled friendlily. “We’ll have plenty of other sleeping bodies to take care of too.” She motioned to the ring. “You and Claire are up first.” Kerry looked into the ring and her heart skipped a beat.

Claire was very scary looking. She was tall and quite well built. She was not fat, she was nicely proportioned, except her chest which seemed to stick out further than average. She had long black hair and was aged in her early forties, whilst Kerry was in her mid-twenties. Claire was also barefoot, but wearing black leggings that stopped midway down her shins. Unlike Kerry, she had also painted her fingernails and her toenails with a black nail varnish. Her eyes glistened as she saw Kerry enter the ring, she smiled to herself. She had knocked out so many pretty young things at these events ever since her best friend Vicky had started them and this girl Kerry would be no different. She had a history of beating one girl up so much she landed her in a coma for 3 weeks. She’d also knocked out a few men at these events too and had once been knocked out herself, by Vicky.

Both girls started to circle one another slowly, Claire talking down to Kerry with the crowd getting excited around them. “I am going to knock you completely out. You are such a pretty young thing that I want to admire your limp body for a long time. Maybe I’ll knock you into next week so I get a while to play. I hope you are ready for a nice rest.” Kerry just glared back at her thinking that maybe it would be Claire who’d be sleeping off the KO. She hopped onto her left foot and swung her right leg up, aiming for Claire’s chin. Claire saw it coming and stepped backwards, catching Kerry’s foot with her left hand. “Nice try sweetie.” She said, kissing the sole of Kerry’s bare foot. She then yanked it towards her, forcing Kerry to hop towards her on her remaining free leg and as she did Clire swung her right fist straight into Kerry’s jaw. There was a loud SNAP as Kerry was forced to look at the ceiling for a moment. Claire let go of her foot and she staggered backwards, seeing lots of white stars blocking her field of vision. Claire did not give her time to regain her full senses and ploughed forwards with a left hook, then a right, before thudding a body shot into the young brunette’s stomach. Kerry bent over letting out a “whoosh” as the air left her body. Her mind was foggy and her vision was murky around the edges. Claire did not stop yet though, she brought both fists together and swung them like a mallet onto the top of her dazed and breathless opponent’s head.

The hit brought an explosion to Kerry’s mind as she collapsed forwards with the force, landing between Claire’s beautifully decorated bare feet. She could feel a lump rising out of the top of her head where the fists had connected. It felt like she was in a cartoon. She could hear loud tweeting in her ears and she could swear she could see cartoonish blue birds flying around her head, she stuck her tongue out at them, staring up at them, feeling goofy and stupid.

Claire looked down at her floored opponent then flew her arms up in the aim for the crowd to cheer as she did this she posed for the photographs, resting her bare foot on the head of her concussed opponent. She could feel a small lump under her foot, she smiled to herself, knowing that Kerry probably thought it was far bigger than it actually was. After a minute of posing she decided to carry on the onslaught on Kerry. She bent down and gently pulled Kerry to her feet. “You look tired honey, sleep will come to you soon.” She then punched Kerry straight in the gut again, then again and again. She loved listening to the gush of air coming from Kerry’s lips and the punches were forcing Kerry back into a corner.

Through her starry eyes, Kerry saw the young man she’d seen earlier. He looked concerned, Kerry knew at this point she was most likely going to be the one unconscious on the mat, however if that young man took care of her, she would at least be happy. “Ooof!” She cried out as Claire hit her with another body shot. Claire smiled at her, she now had her right in the corner, nowhere to go. Claire now stepped back then forwards, swinging her right foot up and slamming it into Kerry’s chin. She stepped back, Kerry’s head was rolling on her neck, her eyes were crossed and her tongue was poking out the side of her mouth. She was hearing more tweeting and seeing yellow stars, again like the ones the rabbits saw in cartoons. She staggered forwards, then fell on her bum, resting in the corner, the soles of her feet facing her opponent. Claire loved the sight in front of her right now, Kerry looked yummy in this state. However, the fight did not end until she was out cold so Claire had some more fun to have yet.

Claire bent down and pulled Kerry to her feet once again. Kerry was unsteady on her feet, but Claire managed to get her to stand upright after a few moments, she then spun her right hand around and around her head (mainly for the crowd) then snapped an uppercut right into Kerry’s jaw. Kerry’s head snapped back again. Her eyes glazed over and she fell forwards, her face landing inbetween those firm large breasts belonging to Claire. Claire put her arm around the sleepy beauty and slowly sat down, letting the cute young thing down gently. Kerry’s eyes were half open, and she had a punch drunk smile on her face. Claire stood up, leaving Kerry lying dazed on the mat. She stood one foot next to Kerry’s head and raised the other above it. Then to the crowd’s amusement she stamped on the top of Kerry’s head once, twice, a third and a fourth and final time. Kerry lay there dizzily, she was seeing yellow stars and large pink elephants. Her dreamy hallucinations were a sign she was on the brink of a long sleep. Claire put her arms up again to the loud cheers from the audience. She put her right hand to her right ear to which the crowd knew what was coming and all did a thumbs down. Both men and women wanted this youngster out cold for a long while. Claire bent down and pulled Kerry up to her feet one final time. “Just this last thing sweetie pie.” She said reassuringly to the young brunette. Kerry could no longer think, she just smiled air headedly. Claire kneed her in the stomach and jammed her head between her legs, she looked around at the crowd who cheered loudly and lifted her opponent up so her legs were up in the air, her head down, then Claire dropped hard to her knees, driving Kerry’s head hard into the mat. Kerry’s body jerked and she saw once last mass of stars, before her whole body went limp and she fell onto her front, sprawled on the floor. Her ordeal was over.

Claire slid over to the side of her sleeping opponent and used her feet to push Kerry over onto her back so that the crowd could see her sleeping face. She leant over and brushed the hair out of Kerry’s face to make it clearer to see, then hooked the leg, Vicky yelled back “One, Two, Three and we have a winner!” Claire smiled and stood up, resting her foot on Kerry’s heaving chest for another picture pose, then to humiliate her downed opponent more when she came to, she then rested her foot on Kerry’s face, for more cheers and camera flashed from all the men and women in the audience. Vicky walked into the ring and motioned for the young man who Kerry had been eying to come and carry her over to the sleeping zone, where all the victims of the night would lay before being put to bed at the end. Vicky winked at her friend Claire, Kerry was only the first, she would have other sleeping partners by the end of the night.

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Remember your first really good friend? Mine was a girl, Diane,a real tomboy who would rather play baseball,do guy stuff rather than hang out with girls her age. We were about 14,maybe 15 and i was noticing girls more and more,but Diane seemed to just stay the same.She didn't have a boyfriend or really any close girlfriends but we were buds all the same and hung out together. One thing is certain,i did notice her chest getting bigger and i always had a funny feeling around her. She wore mostly jeans or shorts,her hair in pigtails and the fact her butt was much rounder and her clothes seemed to fit tighter didn't go unnoticed by me. And could she fight,wow.I saw her lay a girl outcold at school once because the girl called her a lesbian,which at that time i wasn't even sure what it meant,but wow,what a punch. We wrestled sometimes and she always pinned me but i liked it,also liked the hard cock it gave me. Her mom was always on her to wear "girl" clothes,dress more girl like and quit acting like some boy,but she had a mind of her own. Diane and i talked alot too,she complained about her mom being on her so much and in a laughing way told me she was going to lay the bitch outcold if she didn't leave her alone.Typical teen girl rebellion i guess. She liked me she said because i didn't have an ego like most of the boys and liked my mom as well because she always listened to her,besides my stepmom was "hot",something i heard before but from guys who were over to my house. Then one day we had played some ball with other kids and were walking home.Di had on some really short shorts,the kind where ass cheeks kind of spilled out and a dirty tank top that really showed off her growing boobs.Her mom made her wear a bra,which she hated and you could still see her nipples outlined through the top. We stopped at a park bench for a few minutes to rest and talked mostly about school gossip and i just had to try,so i gave her a little kiss.She smiled and omg,she kissed me back,so i kissed again and this time put my hand on her breast. She stopped kissing me and with a smile whispered" you want to go to dreamland in a hurry," and held her fist to my chin,all the while grinning her grin. So that ended that,we were off and walking again,her house was just around the corner. Then two boys from school appeared walking towards us and started making jokes about both Di and me. One put his hand on Dianes boob,said something that made the other laugh and Di jumped back. Now i was mad and told them to leave us alone,Diane said something about what she was going to do to them,it all happened so fast. One boy turned to face me and thats when i figured i better do something quick. I cocked my fist and took a wide swing,aiming for his face,but he ducked under it and my swing would have been air except for Diane's jaw.She was directly behind this guy and when my fist missed him it found her and omg did it!! The punch slammed into the side of her jaw,sent her pigtails flying,head sideways and eyes crossed,she fell back to the grass laid out spread eagle.The three of us just stood in amazement,my fist still clenched and stared at Diane.I could almost see the birds circling over Diane's head,that crooked smile on her face as one guy bent over her and exclaimed with a grin,"She's like totally outcold man,wow!!" The guy who was still standing then turned to me and i remember him bringing his fist back but he didn't hit me,didn't have to,i fell next to Diane in a dead faint!! Next thing i remember was waking up and seeing the tree limbs over me,wondering where i was. As i raised my head i saw a form next to me and realized it was Diane,then it came back to me,what had happened and all.I also noticed Diane was nude,stripped naked and spread eagle. Trying to revive her,tapping her cheeks on each side all i got was some mumbling about mommie,"mommie is that you? mommie i see birdies",then she would like pass out again. I got up ,searched for her clothes but they were gone,those guys must have taken them.I knew i had to get her home and soon before someone came along so i sat her up and hoisted my friend up and over my shoulders and going off the path made it to Diane's house.Luckily her mom was gone so i brought her in to her bedroom,laying her out on the bed.Suddenly it all hit me,wow,ijust knocked my friend out by accident really,i fainted as is the norm for me and now my girlfriend was lying nude in front of me.This was the first time i saw her naked,her breasts were as big as they seemed under all those clothes she wore and her pussy was covered in hair.Now i had seen my stepmom nude several times but this girl was more my age and really didn't seem to be that much differant. My cock was totally swollen and i was torn between playing with her limp body or reviving her,but then her eyes fluttered open and the questions started."where am i,what happened? where are my clothes?' I stuttered and stammered but finally got it out what happened,that i took a swing and hit her instead,knocking her cold."I swear i didn't take your clothes,honest."and handed her a robe which she used to partly cover up. Diane laughed and said,"i believe you Brian,really," then holding her chin,"Wow,you really knocked me out." Then she whispered to me,almost fearing someone would hear,"Brian,when you knocked me out,i,well,i saw alot of birdies flying,could hear them sing." Then,"do you believe me?'  "Yes i do Di,i really do believe you,i heard them too when my stepmom knocked me out once too." She smiled broadly at me,cluthing the robe which barely covered her breasts. "What happened after i was knocked cuckoo? did you get in a fight with them,maybe punch one out before they knocked you cold?" She was smiling as she said this and i guess i turned red and hung my head,"Well,not exactly,i,,um,,,well i fainted." Diane looked at me with a look of first surprise,then burst out laughing,"omg,you fainted,really? like a girl?" I was embarressed,but then she comforted me and sat next to me on the bed.Then kissed me on the cheek,then mouth."Well at least you knocked someone out" she giggled. "Brian i have a confession,you know when you knocked me out,i,well it turned me on,,and i guess i,weel,i'am kinda wet now,and,well." I stood now,not knowing really what to do but Diane did.She pulled my shorts off so fast,my cock bounced up and down,then just before her mouth closed over it said,"this may sound funny,but i want you to knock me out again," then using her boobs she closed them over my cock and began to suck,hell i didn't even know she knew how to do that. Just as we were getting into our teen love making the door burst open and there stood Diane's mother,a large breasted woman herself,in her tennis dress,legs apart,hands on hips,glaring at us,mostly me. "Young lady your in for it now,and as for you," she turned towards me,well,all went black except for the cute birdies flying around my head and the pretty songs they sung.Yes,she coldcocked my young ass and hardon outcold on the bedroom floor. Cold water,someone talking,patting my face and then there was Diane,her pretty face just above mine,her breasts touching my chest."Brian,baby,you ok? my mom knocked you out." My chin was sore as i felt it,then" c'mon you have to leave quickly,are you ok?" I sat up with her help and then saw a real surprise. There lay on the floor about as spread eagle as you can get,was Di's mom,her legs spread wide and her tennis panties staring back at us,and omg,a wet spot right in the middle. I got up slowly and both of us bent over the unconsious woman."Ok.what happened "i asked. Diane looked at me with a devilish look,"Guess i hit her," she mumbled. "You what?You knocked your mom out?"i gasped. "Well she was making a big deal about us,ranting and raving,and she hit you too,knocked you out and all,well i told you i was going to lay her out someday and i did!!"  "Wow,you sure did di" then "Wonder if she saw birds too?" we both laughed,then i gathered up clothes and with a final kiss said while looking at the unconsious mom,"Good luck with damage control"

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Amelia sighed as she pushed the key into the lock of her own door. Earlier, she had told the agency what happened in the street, and how she woke up in nothing but her panties. It hadn’t done much for her reputation, but the agency knew just how well they had trained Maggie, and how any other agent in her position would have been subdued just as easily.

She rubbed her sore neck, and she tossed her purse to the side. She had ditched the police vest but she still had on the tight skirt, the stockings and the white blouse. Kicking of her shoes by the front door, she clambered up the stairs and went into her bedroom, quickly pulling off her blouse and tossing it into her hamper.

“Hello Amelia” Said a smooth voice from behind her.

She whirled around to face the woman who was sitting in her chair with her legs crossed.

“Maggie?” She said, glaring at the buxom beauty before her.

Maggie Taylor, the spy for hire who had used to be her lover, and who had more recently drugged and robbed Amelia, uncrossed her legs. She tried to sit up.

“Amelia, let me explain-” She began, pushing herself up from the chair.

“No, not another word out of you!” She cried, reaching for a drawer by her bedside.

Pulling the drawer open with one swift move, she reached in and pulled out a small pistol, pivoting back to face Maggie who had managed to stand up before pressing the trigger and releasing a small whoosh of air followed a hypodermic dart being launched out.

“Ow!” Yelped Maggie, pulling the empty needle out of her hip.

“Amelia, whyyyyyyyy…..” She trailed off, going limp and falling to the floor.

Amelia didn’t even step forward to catch her as she fell to the floor




Amelia gazed down at the sleeping woman before her. She trailer a hand down the side of her leg, feeling goosebumps form as she did. She remembered the nights they had spent together, how much fun they had had, and for a moment her resolve slipped.

She reached over and pulled off her shirt, tossing it aside. She did the same to her skirt, throwing it onto the pile on the floor. She ogled the black woman’s smooth skin, her chest rising and falling gently as she slept. She reached down and cupped her bra.

She pulled it down, gently rubbing the tips of her fingers on her skin as they used to. Maggie’s nipples quickly hardened. Amelia breathed out quickly, unable to hold her lust back any longer, she slid onto Freema and straddled her as she began trailing kisses down her collarbone. She moaned, orgasmically as she made her way downwards. She heard another moan, only this time it wasn’t her own.

‘Crap’ she thought, her make out session cut short. She rolled off of Maggie and got into position, waiting for her to wake up.

Maggie groaned and rolled around on the bed. She moved to slide her arm under her head but when she pulled she was met with resistance. Moving slightly, she saw that her hands were bound to the posts on the side of her bed, with some industrial grade black handcuffs. Scrambling slightly, she looked around.

She was tied to a simple bed, and her shirt and skirt had been stolen from her. She looked down at her now obvious magenta bra and panties. She was spread eagle, and she felt the rush of the cold air on her exposed stomach. She looked around and saw a familiar face. From across the room, Amelia stood with her arms crossed.

“You had a lot of nerve coming here after the stunt you pulled earlier today.” She said, stepping closer. She had changed into a red shirt and a black skirt, so short it almost could be reclassified as a belt. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t pick up the phone and call headquarters, then have you arrested?”

Maggie twisted herself upright and began speaking.

“You mean other than the fact that I hid a signal jammer in your house?” Amelia groaned, but Maggie continued “I need your help”

“Huh” Amelia snorted, chuckling lightly “Why on earth would I help you?”

“Because I can get you that list back” She said, trying to sit up comfortably.

“I thought you had it” Amelia said, narrowing her eyes.

“It… Was stolen from me” She said, pulling on her bonds.

“Someone robbed the thief?” Amelia said, with a smile.

“Not someone, I know who.” She said.


“Let me out and I’ll tell you”

“Not a chance” Said Amelia “All I have to do is pick up a phone and you’ll be locked away for the rest of your life.”

Maggie shifted nervously. “Fine. It was Clara Coleman.”

The Clara Coleman?” Asked Amelia incredulously “The world class criminal? And you were going to sell state secrets to her?” Amelia looked absolutely furious.

“Look, I’m sorry. But right now, there’s the small issue of getting the names back”

“Why would you even tell me anything?” Asked Amelia, hands on her hips?

“Because you want the names back.” Said Maggie, smiling mischievously.

“And what’s in it for you?”

“Revenge” Said Maggie, eyes ablaze.

Amelia considered it. Time and time again, Maggie had proven to be untrustworthy beyond belief. She had double crossed her on more than one occasion. But one thing Maggie had always been was a formidable foe, and right now, Maggie’s enemy seemed to be the same as Amelia’s, so Maggie’s skill sets would be directed at her and not Amelia.

Maggie waited while Amelia came up with the verdict. Eventually, Amelia looked at Maggie. “We do this, we do it by my rules. Rule one, you do what I say”

“Fair enough”

“Rule two; No stealing while were working together”


“And rule three; when were done, you don’t get to run along. You get a 24 hour head start, that’s all. Understood?”

“Yes” Said Maggie, smiling. “Now uncuff me.”

“In a second” She said, turning around and rummaging through a drawer. Maggie tilted her head back, closing her eyes. Today had been stressful day, and the relief of knowing that Amelia would be one her side was incredibly high.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her leg. Looking down, she saw Amelia emptying the contents of her own syringe into her thigh muscle.

“What the hell Amelia?” She asked, angrily.

“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. So the handcuffs don’t come off unless you’re asleep” She said. Noticing Maggie’s drooping eyelids, she smiled, realizing that soon, she could finish her interrupted fantasy “And sleep seems to be coming sooner than expected. Higher dosage for me?”

“I’m not… I just neee… need a mommeeee…” Her syllables slurred as her tongue grew heavy. Her head started loll, and she felt herself sinking deeper into the bed. Amelia bent over, climbing in top of Maggie, and spoke “Sorry darling. You started this” And as Maggie’s head sank deeper into the pillow, she leaned down and kissed her on the lips, the taste of Maggie bringing back many memories.


She pulled herself off when she felt Maggie go limp. She then undid her handcuffs and carried the dark woman down into her car, sliding her into the backseat. She clicked in her own seatbelt and drove off into the night.

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Maggie closed the door to her hotel room. Removing the flash drive from her pocket, she placed it on the table, and took a seat on the couch. She pulled off her high heels, placing them on the floor near the couch, and pulled out a bottle of wine, in celebration of her victory. She plucked a bottle from the rack, and placed it on the counter. She then went to change.

Removing her ridiculous get up, she removed the long floral dress and denim jacket, throwing them to the floor and instead picking out a red button up blouse and a more form-fitting skirt. She threw them on, and walked back into the living room, pouring the champagne into a glass and drinking it slowly, a smile on her face.

Soon she received the call from her employer, asking if she had the device.

“The flash drive is in my possession. When will you arrive for pickup”

“Very soon” Said the voice from the receiver, before hanging up.

Smiling to herself, and regarding the promise of half a million euros. She sipped her champagne. She was aware of a faint odor, and she sniffed the air apprehensively. She didn’t notice the small ripple of air coming from the vents. Strangely, she felt slightly lightheaded. Chalking it down to drinking the champagne on an empty stomach. She stood up and almost immediately knew something was wrong.

The floor seem to warp slightly, at an awkward angle. She blinked, trying to walk forward but her balance seemed so off that she lurched forward and almost fell over. She pushed a hand out to steady herself, gripping the wall tightly. She tried to move up and out of the hallway, but the room started spinning again. She took a step and stumbled forward hazily.

The door to her hotel room opens, and a woman in a sharp business suit steps forward. She’s wearing a gas mask that covers the lower half of her face, but not her sharp, hazel eyes. Her long brown hair flows freely down to her shoulders, and she walks forward easily and determinedly.

Maggie tried to walk past her but her legs gave away and she dropped to the floor. The whole world is spinning, and she can barely move her arms. The woman walked over to the table and took the flash drive. She turned to walk away, but Maggie moaned “Who… are …you?”

The woman bent over, closer to her. She spoke through the mask “Don’t recognize me?”

Maggie remembered the voice, her drug addled brain putting together the voice of her employer. “Coleman…”

“Oh please” She said “Call me Clara.”

Martha groaned, trying to keep her eyelids open. Clara place a finger on Maggie’s lips, stopping her. “Don’t waste your breath. Did you seriously think I would give you half a million euros?”

Maggie tried to move but she was too weak. Her eyelids drooped even more, fluttering slightly. She gave a sigh, and rolled out onto the floor unconscious. Clara smiled, picking her up and placing her on the bed. She gently positioned her so that she would rest comfortably.

She looked at the sleeping beauty sadly.

“I’m sorry it had to be this way dear” She said to the drugged Maggie, sensually caressing her stocking-clad thigh “I truly am. But you were too expensive for my taste.” She lifted up her mask, and blew a brief kiss to the buxom beauty before reapplying the gas mask. She gave the air a sniff. The knockout gas had washed out. She pulled off her mask, revealing her lovely face and gorgeous features.

Stroking Maggie’s chest, she pulled her blouse open, and admired her magenta bra before tossing her shirt to the floor. Stroking her now iexposed stomach, she kissed the flat of her belly, moving from from her chest to the bottom. 

Not stopping, she pulled off the dark skinned woman's skirt, revealing her panties whcih matched her bra. Tracing a finger of her inner thigh, she illiceted a shudder from Maggie. Smiling, she stripped off her own shirt, admiring her ass in the mirror as she undressed.

'my god i look great' she thought, stripping her skirt and panties. She looked over to Maggie, who was still sleeping peacfully and nakedly on the bed. She climbed onto her, her busy chest buncing with every step. Her nipples were already errect, and she was beyond controlling herself now. 

She pressed herself closer to martha's body, panting and sweatign as she did so. She gyarated her hips, getting a quick response from maggie.

'She's very eager' She though, rubbing maggie and herself. Panting and moaning, she exploded, with such force that she rolled off of Maggie, onto the bed. She heaved, her perfect breasts rising anf falling evenly. Sighing, she rolled off and slid on her clothes, wiping her hair back into place in the mirror. 

Taking Maggie's clothing, she redressed her casually, and placed head onto the pillow. She took a small bottle of chloroform, and dribbled some onto the pillow, ensuring Maggie wouldn't awake for several hours at least. She caught a wiff of the vapors as she poured.


She took a step forward, slightly dizzy from the fumes, before walking away from the luxurious apartment and the luscious women that lay sleeping in it.

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Amelia shuffled down the building steps. She was dressed for her job, a short black skirt, a simple white blouse, and a black vest with the words ‘Police’ written across her chest. Underneath, she wore sheer grey stockings. Her stunning red hair flowed down to her shoulders, and as usual, she looked stunning.

She was walking around the street in her police uniform, watching the people crossing the street at the busy intersection. She kept a close eye on the people that walked past. Today, she wasn’t here on official police business. She was never here on official police business. That was mainly due to the fact that she was not herself a police officer.

She was a spy.

Amelia had worked for the SIS for quite some time now. This morning, she was preparing for a high risk trade off. Inside her purse, she had over half a million dollars. She was looking for the woman in the purple shirt. She was giving her the names of twenty undercover agents working for a radical anarchist group.

“So you enjoy the weather?”

She turned to face the woman behind her, who was wearing a purple shirt. Racking her brain, she remembered the code word.

“Yes, but I prefer the winter.”

The woman smiled, reaching out her hand for her to shake. Inside her palm, Amelia saw the flash drive, and she reached over and grasped it, sliding her purse off her shoulder. The woman took the purse as the two women smiled falsely. She placed the flash drive in her breast pocket, then, with a quick glance around, headed towards her base.

Walking quickly but confidently, she walked down the street. All around, she saw a lot of men and even a few women eyeing her long, slender legs. She smiled them off, however, and continued her focused walk. Eventually, the streets cleared up and she was alone.

“Excuse me, polizia, which way go Downing Street?”

The accent was heavy. She turned to look at who it was.


The woman in the large blue sun hat held a map in front of her. There were circles in blue and red ink all around the national landmarks. Judging by her accent, she had come from some Greek or Roman country.

Sighing, she realized that there was no way that the foreigner would understand that she wasn’t a police officer, she gave in and took the map. The tourist moved up to her left, pointing to downing street.

“No, that’s not the right direction. TO get there, you need to move north-”

She began but she was cut off by a sharp stinging sensation in her ass, just above her left leg. She pulled away, sharply, turning to look at her wounds. Looking down, she saw an empty syringe sticking out of her fatty tissue. She yanked it out, to examine it better.

“What the hell is this? What did you give me?” She yelled, angrily.

The woman pulled her hat off, revealing gorgeous dark features and a slender complexion. It took Amelia a second, but she recognized the woman’s beautiful face.

“Maggie?” She asked, blinking.

“Hello darling.” She spoke, softly rubbing grasping Amelia’s shoulder.

“What are doin… what are you doing?” She said, her speech slurring.

She took step back, trying to distance herself from the secret agent, but she found herself stumbling back three or four feet. Maggie Taylor, spy-for-hire, rushed forward to steady her. Maggie and Amelia used to work for the same agency (and date as well) before Maggie decided to go freelance, splitting the two down a rocky road.

Amelia’s legs began feel heavy, her head feeling lightheaded. She blinked a few times, to try and recover, but her vision blurred over and her eyelids started drooping.

“Hey, hey, hey, relax.”

“Noo, get o… get off, I nee… I need…” She tried to argue, her tongue numb. She tried to stand up but her legs felt like lead pipes and she felt so tired, she started to drop. Maggie was there, easing behind her, the soft touch of her hands steadying her. Maggie brushed a strand of hair from Amelia’s face, Amelia shuddering at the touch.

Amelia slumped deeper into Maggie’s soft touch. Her arm weakly flopped against her chest in an effort to push her away. Maggie stepped back, lowering her gently to the floor, her legs sprawling out into the street. Maggie placed a finger on her thigh, gently running her hands against the smooth nylon. Amelia took a sharp breath inwards, her chest heaving suddenly. She struggled to keep her eyelids open. Her head lolled into Maggie’s embrace and, and she mumbled out a few soft sentences.

“Shush now, go to sleep.” Said Maggie softly, stroking the side of her face gently.

“No, let goo of meeeeeee…” She trailed off, her eyes rolling back and her breathing falling into a steady, stable rhythm. Maggie laid her down onto the ground, stripping off her vest. She ran her flinger over the lest, looking for any bulges. Finding nothing, she instead searched her person. Searching her breast pocket, she took a moment to be distracted by her see through shirt, which showed her maroon lace bra clearly.

All of a sudden, she was distracted. Busting Amelia’s blouse open, she cupped her firm, C cups in her hand, playing with them. Almost immediately, her nipples went rock solid. She felt a tightness build up in her own chest, and she quickly moved Amelia to the building across the street, carrying her in her arms.

Tossing her onto the bed, she climbed on top of her seductively. Running her hands down the side of Amelia’s body, she pulled her skirt down of her perfect ass. She tossed it aside and admired the view of the stunning redhead in her lingerie. She reached under her and grabbed her ass, fondling it as she trailed kisses down the side of her neck. Amelia’s unconscious body shuddered at the touch. She slowly started to gyrate her hips, Amelia’s body moving in rhythm as she rose and fell. Quickly, Maggie shoved off her own clothing as well.

She then reached for the strap of Amelia’s bra, sliding it down off to the side. She looked at the gorgeous woman while she trailed kisses down the flat of her stomach, causing Amelia’s back to arch. She remembered a simpler time when the two had been lovers. She moved her hips in slow rhythm, which sped up slightly as Amelia’s movements began to match her own. She moaned loudly, before exploding. Seconds later, Amelia’s back arched, her sleeping body inhaling sharply before collapsing once more onto the bed.


Amelia groaned, signaling her waking up. Hurriedly, Maggie dressed herself and went through Amelia's clothing. Searching her shirt, she felt the cold plastic flash drive, and pulled it out. Grinning, she pocketed the disk and disappeared. 

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( Dedicated to Munroe Purify and ALL Sleepy Fetishist's everywhere)

Samantha Kingston entered her house in the pitch black, fumbling with her keys. Throwing them down on the floor! A bad day at work at the Pittsburgh PD. She threw off her shoes, feeling the bristling carpet threads tickling her panythosed feet.

" Ellie?" she called out, closing the door. Samantha breathed out heavily as the day's excesses left her, now at home. But where was her lover? Samantha walked past the open living room door, now at the light switch in the dark. Nothing happened when she flicked the switch..." What th-" she was about to say when Samantha felt the man jumping out from behind her in the dark from the open living room doorway!

"Mmmph!" Samantha thrashed about as her male attacker forced a large sponge dampened with Chloroform onto her face! " Mmm-Noohmmph!..." Samantha breathed in, the sweeet Chloroform, lifted off her feet. The Chloroform stinging her soft nostrils and her throat. Strong arms pinning her - difficult to defend herself. Samantha's hands tried to pull off the Chloroform sponge. She inhaled another gulp of Chloroform, tears ran down from her beautiful eyes, wringing them closed. Unable to breathe anything but the Chloroform-soaked sponge. Samantha tried holding her breath and listened to her heart beating even faster with no oxygen...The inhaled Chloroform fumes slowing her breathing, heading into Chloroform syncope territory. Samantha realised this and started inhaling as slowly as she could...No escape from the Chloroform...

"mmmnn...nn," Samantha's coughing voice sputtered. Samantha's upper body convulsed as her lungs took in the Chloroform vapour. Heartbeat slowing down. Her ears now ringing!! Unable to breathe air! Almost suffocated into red, cloudy sexy darkness...Unable to breathe anything but the Chloroform! Samantha's eyes began to flutter closed...


Elwyn Roberts woke from the dream with a horrified yell. Samantha immediately woke up beside him in their bed.

" Wh-what?" she asked him, half asleep.

Elwyn caught his breath - Finally able to breathe air now that the dream had ended again.

" I'm okay...It's nothing."

" Oh yeah-right! I can tell when you're downplaying, babe!"

Elwyn shrugged and looked at Samantha's naked body and face. " Okay. It was the dream again."

" The one where I get chloroformed at the front door?"

He nodded, still a little shaken. Samantha Kingston laid hands on Elwyn, drawing him down beside her soft kissing lips, staring into his eyes in the bedroom's dim early morning light.

" I'm fine. We've checked and re-checked all the security stuff every night for a week now, Ellie."

" I know...It frightens me. You can't breathe when you're being Chloroformed! It's like being halothaned by you again, except I don't know who it is or what happens to you."

Samantha carresed his cheek," I know. But I'm a big girl. It could even be you Chloroforming me!" she laughed.

" Yeah, it could. I do never see his face, though."

" There you go; it could be you, after all, and not some thug looking for payback."

" Or worse..."

Samantha exhaled an exasperated sigh " Get some sleep!" she kissed him one last time and settled back into bed. Spooning him, though Samantha usually disliked getting "poked" when Elwyn got wood against her spine or dribbling precum onto her gorgeous ass in the early morning hours!

" Okay...Goodnight, Sam." Elwyn tried closing his eyes, hugging Samantha softly. He could feel her delicate sexy smirk all the way on the other side...A few seconds later, Samantha turned over and she opened her thighs over his erection. Fumbling around as Sam guided his cock towards her open pussy. No words were needed as Samantha's wet pussy accepted his pulsing cock. She groaned, already hot. She put his right hand on her left breast, hoping he would tease the nipple before she did, about to cum. Connected.


Each of them had a big day, this morning: the Carfax girl kidnapping for ransom was all over the state and everyone wanted to find her. Today the Five Million Dollar ransom was going to be paid in uncut diamonds - diamonds -which Elwyn had a particular dislike for many reasons. He had a recent vision in which eighteen-year-old Peggy Carfax was abducted while visiting an off-hours Dentist's office. He saw Peggy Carfax get on the Dentist's Chair, saw the back of the female dentist as she walked in. They got to talking and then offered Peggy "some Nitrous?" and Peggy agreed. The nose mask went on, Peggy breathed in the sweet Nitrous Oxide and more gas than oxygen flooded her senses...Losing consciousness. Peggy Carfax's eyes fluttered, realising she was being given too much Nitrous!

"" Peggy gasped, open-mouthed, she even laughed from the Nitrous' effects.

"Sssh, Peggy, breathe it in, good girl! You know...You're worth a of money to your parents." The female Dentist/Kidnapper told her...

Peggy Carfax's open mouth flopped open lazily, trace amounts of Nitrous Oxide gas breathed out with each sleepy breath. Her eyes closed.

At that point, Elwyn always woke up, but without seeing the female kidnapper's face. He could still taste the Nitrous, feel the cold rubber nose mask, still feeling dizzy. And a little cum on the bedsheets. Samantha listened excitedly as he told her about the dream - Samantha bit her lip, turned on. Getting ideas on how to recreate it in their bed! Nitrous was easy to get..."Mmmm..." Samantha felt herself getting wetter just thinking about it!

But today they had to quickly finish breakfast and drive to work. Samantha chugged back some water with her morning-after pill and wiped off a tiny dribble of water she thought he hadn't seen, but he had, his face serene, loving. Just listening to Samantha's breath or inhaling her delicate scent was enough sometimes. The little things.

Samantha refastened the holster for the gat on her hip," Okay, you ready?"

" No, I'm a mess!"

" But you're always a mess..."

Elwyn nodded in agreement as his lover spanked him out the kitchen! " Ow!" he mockingly yelped.


Back at the PD briefing room a hour later, Samantha and Elwyn pretended they weren't an item - even though everyone knew. Samantha kept herself a few feet's distance from him at the briefing room desk as she stood up to talk with The Man and the nine other Suits on the kidnapping taskforce. The FBI guys there were too busy making calls and looking over maps for the ransom drop, so they were oblivious to the still welcoming warmth between Elwyn and Samantha...Elwyn had his hands on the desk, half focusing on the file...Samantha...tantalisingly within his reach and vice versa. Samantha rubbed at her neck, turning her face away, but still feeling him, taste, smell.

Elwyn closed the hardcopy file and went to get some cappuccino coffee from the breakroom. An uniform opened a door ahead of him - a brief vision: Samantha parked up at an off-hours Dentist's Office and walked inside.

The vision continued: Samantha called out in the open but seemingly deserted building. He saw her search rooms and go inside an Operating Room.

" Hello? Anyone here?"

" Anything I can do for you, officer?" the Kidnapper asked behind Samantha.

" -Wh...-" A clear plastic gas mask was suddenly forced over Sam's face! Cold, sweet-smelling Nitrous Oxide flooding her nose and mouth!

The kidnapper wrestled with Samantha for a moment - the Nitrous worked it's sultry magic fast enough...Samantha's body went limp in her attacker's arms, breathing in the Nitrous from the carry bottle.

- The vision ended just as Samantha dove into unconsciousness.

" You okay, sir?" the uniformed cop asked Elwyn.

" I'm fine, thanks...Thanks." On edge, shaky voice.

Dazed, he walked past the uniformed cop to the breakroom.


Detective Samantha Kingston suddenly felt uneasy, as though something was wrong. She instantly thought of Elwyn and excused herself to follow him to the breakroom. She found him there, exhaling a deep breath with his back turned.

" Hey?" Samantha knew he was troubled by something.

" Oh...Hi, just went to get some java."

" Is that why you look like you've seen a Ghost?"

Elwyn suddenly started to shake his head a little - he had to hide it and maybe also what he had just seen.

" What's wrong?" Samantha forgot the playacting and came up to Elwyn. Her soft hands grasping fingers onto his.

He told Samantha about the vision. She frowned quizzically, more than a little excited by the scenario!

" Oh...But you're sure you didn't imagine it?"

Elwyn fought the urge to show an Really? - It's Me Here! look. Samantha felt the emotion regardless.

" Okay, then I'll be careful while I'm following leads." She kissed him quickly. Elwyn smiled.

As she walked away, " You're not going alone?" he asked.

" No. Doyle is partnering with me for the searches. Jealous?!"

" No! Just be careful, please?"

" I will be. The ransom drop's happening in the next hour anyway; we'll catch the kidnapper and recover the Carfax girl all in one day."

" Yeah...Wait-" Elwyn suddenly had a thought. " Erm, why did you just come over like this?"

Samantha had to think Why she had done so. Her beautiful lips moved without consciously thinking of a response.

: " I felt you were in trouble, or something?"

Elwyn nodded as she left him there in the breakroom. Elwyn anxiously looked at his watch.


The ransom drop was a shambles: the kidnapper snatched the thoroughly untracked diamond bag ransom right under everyone's noses. The ransom had been delivered, but Peggy Carfax had still not been found! Now it was a citywide manhunt, with most bridges patrolled and possible escape routes covered.

Elwyn sat at his tiny little so-called "desk" at the back of the Major Crimes offices. Bored and now aware that Samantha, along with every other Detective and uniform were searching the city and the last few Dentist's offices.

Elwyn's bored legs swung under his desk, swiveling his chair to and fro. It squeaked! So he stopped and sat up. His mobile rang with a text from Sam : still searching. doyle split up with me! lol. xoxo.

That meant Doyle had been dropped off to search on-foot...Which meant that Samantha was alone...In the car, doing checks on the last few Dentist's offices!

"Oh no-" Elwyn got up with a groan from his awkward seating position. He cracked his neck muscles and stretched.

Next he checked the tracker on Sam's car, which showed it parked at a Dentist's now at 4.56PM. The female Dentist was named : Munroe Purify, DDS. He knew it had to be the same one in his vision. Elwyn tried calling it in but the switchboard was jammed, so he left a quick message, unsure whether the system had even registered it or not and was out the door to rescue Samantha!


Detective Samantha Kingston was already inside the building and walking towards an open door. She remembered what Elwyn had told her about his vision, so she looked back over her shoulder! - The woman grabbed at her shoulder, one hand on Sam's lapel. With Samantha already turning, her balance was off, and her attacker pushed her body against the open door frame. Oooff! Sam's lower body squashed against the door, her attacker pinning her arms as she brought the small carry canister of Nitrous Oxide over Sam's face!

" NO! Get...OFF--OF!..." Sam yelled. The clear plastic gas mask now on her face. Munroe pressed on the Release button and the Nitrous flooded the mask and over Sam's face. " Nohh...Nn..o.." The mask sexily distorted her voice, suffocating her senses...

" Sssh! Breathe it in!" Munroe told her.

Samantha involuntarily inhaled, feeling her face becoming numb, loving the sweet smell of the intoxicating Nitrous. Sending her into the wispy clouds of pink oblivion...What would happen if she kept inhaling and passed out? " Mm...nno..n...." Samantha's upper body convulsed as the Nitrous began to knock her out. Sam huffed in one last, looonng breath: "Mmmm....guh..."

" That's it! Good, good." Munroe purred.

She gently cradled Samanatha's limp and almost totally unconscious body, bring her down to the floor with a grunt of effort. " Good...Sleep now..."

Samantha's lips curled into a sly smile, both from the Nitrous and from the erotic pleasure! Munroe gently stroked wisps of red hair from Samantha's face...Tiny, tiny mumbles of breaths escaping Sam's lips...Sleeping blissfully.

" Good...Very nice." Munroe took the gas mask off of Sam's face, inhaling trace amounts of Nitrous in the air. Munroe Purify DDS smiled " Mmm.." Bit on her lower lip and caressing Samantha's unconscious whitened face. Sam's lips opened unconsciously, exposing the top of her subtle overbite, tiny breaths of air coming out. Helpless.

Munroe's male partner showed up at the doorway, dressed in a fancy dress store police uniform. Peter smiled at the scene before him. Munroe s-l-o-w-l-y moved her downward gaze up and towards Peter. Lust and craven attitude written all over her face.

" Hey babe."

" Hey - WTF?" Peter asked.

" She's just some cop nosing around. Did the drop go okay?"

Peter showed off the velvet diamond bag in his right hand. " Like clockwork. I lost them. What do we do about her?!"

Munroe thought for a moment..." Hmm, we should play with her."

" Girl - our plane leaves the airfield at Five A.M. tomorrow morning."

" So? We'll make time. Little Peggy Carfax is still sleeping off the Propafol I.V. in the basement. She won't remember ...too much" she smiled devilishly," of what we did to her. So, neither will this sleeping beauty."

" She's out?" Peter took a long look at Samantha's face.

" Mmm hmm! She'll be out for at least an hour from the Nitrous!"

Peter steadied himself, feeling giddy with excitement. " Good. I'll finish up-" He handed Munroe the bag and disapeared to finish packing things. Munroe took a glance inside the bag at the uncut rocks. And then back to Sam.

" Good girl!" Munroe purred, moving her hands down. Over her unconscious captive's neck. Humming sweetly to herself as she moved her hands onto Sam's jacket and onto her twin mounds.. Caressing the BC Cup breasts she felt underneath the clothes...Munroe began unbuttoning her captive's clothes...


Elwyn Roberts immediately felt another jolt in his gut - telling him Samantha was in trouble. He braked the car to a sandstill, parked awkwardly in suburbia and not far from Munroe DDS's office. No cars behind or in front. Elwyn sighed out deeply and took his shaded driving glasses one handed. He disliked driving at night like this, with all of the lights much brighter. Someone honked at him, so he resumed driving. Eventually parking up at Munroe's offices.

He got out. No gat and only a measly switchboard message on the overloaded system back at the PD to back him up! Elwyn saw that Sam's car was parked a few metres away: he knew she was inside.

Without thinking, walking up to the door. Unlocked. Elwyn crept in as silently as he could. He heard grunting sounds from the back! And a woman's laughter...Munroe's laughter and delight at something she was doing to Sam!

Heartbeat thudding in his chest now...Elwyn approached the open doorway of the operating room.

There he saw Samantha taped up to the Dentist's Chair.Samantha's sleeping face turned to one side, her lips closed. Her colour mismatching red and white polka dot bra and black silk panties still on her body. Her legs spread apart. Ankles taped to metal poles on either side with medical tape. Her limp arms taped to the chair's arm rests.

" Sam..."

Elwyn started for her, when he saw Munroe hiding behind the door, now at least a full metre away from him. Sam's gat in her hands, pointed directly at him. Elwyn stopped, almost about to raise his arms. What to do? Munroe was too far away to make a grab for the gat, like in the movies. Munroe was also holding it correctly. Trained.

" Who are you? It doesn't matter - get on your knees!"

Elwyn slowly did so, tears welling up and scared for Sam. " Oh...Okay. Just release her -" to Sam, " Safe and everything and I won't make a fuss."

Munroe understood, shaking her head." I won't kill you, whoever you are. "

Elwyn frowned," Then, wha-"

" Sssh! Finish kneeling. Good. Now reach with your hands for that black beauty gas mask on the anaesthesia stand by your beautiful cop friend's body!" Munroe watched with glee as Elwyn did so. " Okay-"

" What did you do with Peggy Carfax?"

" Oh, she's safe right now."

Munroe Purify and Elwyn Roberts locked gazes.

" Mmm. Peggy is half unconscious in the basement of my house. Probably having sexy dreams. Tied up."

Realising they both had a great deal in common. Munroe exhaled in surprise.

" Small world, huh?"

Shaking a little, Elwyn nodded. He picked up the black beauty full gas mask.

" Now-"

" Elwyn."

" Elwyn, put it on your face and then I want you to turn that big red nozzle a quarter clockwise until it hits nine o' clock."

Elwyn took a moment to decide. Glancing at Samantha's unconscioius body.

" Don't be afraid, Elwyn. I just want to play with you both, with my boyfriend for a while. You'll love it!"

Elwyn placed the cold rubber black beauty gas mask over his nose and mouth. He could taste remnants of previous amounts of Nitrous in the mask. Feminine perfume, traces of make-up...Munroe's sexy smirk goading him on!

Elwyn turned the gas release nozzle as instructed. A low hissing noise filled the mask and he inhaled deeply. Elwyn breathed in more Nitrous...It had a vanilla and rubber type of taste to it.

"...keep breathing. That's it."

Already getting dizzy and intoxicated. Elwyn grabbed at the mask as it started to slip - why did I do that?!!! He thought...Elwyn's toes began to tingle with a pins and needles sensation, growing up his body.

Body movement went bye bye and his limp body slid against the Dental Chair's light brown leather bottom. The gas mask slipped off...Time sped up for him, as it always did after anesthesia at the Dentist's! Munroe moved at a speed beyond him, holstering the gat, turning off the Nitrous, positioning his body more comfortably. Elwyn's face now a few inches from Samantha's taped, bare legs. He unconsciously kissed one bare taped ankle and smiled, humming to himself: soooo high!

Munroe's boyfriend came in at some point...Munroe and he got undressed...

Elwyn was positioned onto a couch...Felt his arms being pulled up...Clothes being taken off...Samantha placed beside him on the big green leather couch...Samantha's underwear being taken off...Her black silk panties being doused with some kind of liquid now from an upturned plastic bottle by Munroe's naked boyfriend...Some writing on the plastic bottle: Chloroform: CHCI. Laboratory Grade Reagent.

" Sssh." Munroe's delicate hands caressing...Lips moving. The low hiss of the Nitrous gas mask coming down again now on Elwyn's face...One last look: seeing the boyfriend gently applying the Chloroform-soaked black silk panties on Sam's face. Sending her deeper down into cloying, suffocating unconsciousness...Sam's face moved as she inhaled, she grumbled under the black Chloroform-soaked panties. Sam's face slackened. Unconscious.

" Deep breaths...Sssh." Munroe Purify DDS told him.

" ...ssshhh...", said Munroe's soft voice.

Elwyn's eyes gradually closed, his now whitened facial muscles slackened...Dreaming of drowning inside of a suffocating, immensely pleasurable pink ocean...


Unable to breathe...Falling down, dowwwwnnnnn into the depths...Sam's drowning face welcoming his...Embracing him under the pink ocean...Kissing and embracing one another...An octopus or something wet and slimy grabbed at therir ankles and pulled them both further down...The octopus brought their bodies inside it's welcoming, pulsating sideways mouth....Swallowing their bodies face-first...Legs kicking outward, toes curling with pleasure...Their arms and legs moving slowly. Spurts of intense, but short warmth jutting out from their groins...Pulling, sucking...Warm things smothering their faces...Trying to escape the fleshy mouths and thighs that held them down...And then a cold but pleasurable sweet smell sending Elwyn and Sam into the darkness...


Samantha woke up slowly, underneath Elwyn, she stretched momentarily, then remembered. Wet liquid and sweat on her naked body: saliva, semen and female juices. She shook Elwyn awake on top of her. Daylight streaming in through the operating room blinds. They had been OUT for hours and hours. Chloroformed and also given Nitrous...Elwyn took longer to recover his senses. Sam looked at a far off digital display and saw it was Six Thirty A.M.! They kissed and he got up first...Sam's black silk panties fell off his lower back onto the floor.

Sam instinctively touched a hand on her face, remembering. The noisy cleaning room staff surprised them both at the doorway! The two elderly women in their cleaning overalls GASPING at the scene!

" Erm...Good morning!" Elwyn quipped.


They made their quick apologies to the amused cleaning crew after getting dressed and taking a cab to Munroe Purify's house - they were too wiped out to trust themselves at the wheel! Sam called for backup as best she could, with her returned gat in her hands, hoping not to have an accidental discharge. The house was unlocked and they found eighteen-year-old Peggy Carfax still heavily sedated with a diluted Propafol I.V. in the basement.

Resisting their urges, they "rescued" Peggy Carfax and took her groggy body up the stairs. The World waiting for them up top: swirling patrol car lights and lots of uniforms swirling around. Radio chatter. Samantha went out first, a blanket over Peggy's clothed but distressed body. Elwyn stopped on the porch, puting on sunglasses. Gleaming sunshine and the swirling patrol car lights. He yawned. Amused and high. The press swarmed over Sam and Peggy Carfax. The girl was safe, but the kidnappers had gotten away free and clear to Rio or somewhere sunny. Elwyn thought about the night and instinctively touched at his mouth...Lots of journalists asking questions followed and Detective Samantha Kingston received a Commendation for Bravery.

After some of the hooplah had died down, Sam finally asked Elwyn in her kitchen over dinner. Samantha had become a great deal more "sensitive" over the time they had become lovers.

" How come I feel so...different since we've gotten close? And how do I always know these things now?"

" It...could be that us being together has stirred something up. It's a gift and everyone has the ability. And we can help each other."

Holding hands on the dinner table, Elwyn kissed her.


Two weeks later.

Elwyn Roberts waited patiently in the house's downstairs living room. In the dark. He saw Sam's car park up. She got out, tired, aching after a crappy day at work.

Elwyn smiled: Don't worry, Sam. Now that I know it was me in the dream, we are gonna have so much fun!

He unrolled the Chloroform bottle's cap and poured almost exactly 20millilitres of the sickly sweet Chloroform liquid onto a pair of Sam's black silk panties and replaced the cap. He could already smell the Chloroform odour! Slightly dizzy. Hearing Samantha's footsteps approaching...Keys in the latch. Door opening. She called out and took off her shoes.

Elwyn grabbed her and clasped the Chloroform-soaked panties onto Sam's face! She screamed under the wet panties.

"Mmmmph!...Nnnoo.n.." Struggling with every breath.

" Sssh, Sam. It's me...Sssh."

Sam grunted in surprise! Almost wishing to prolong the unknown sexual thrill.

She breathed in...Elwyn felt her getting weaker and weaker with each reluctant breath. Half fighting her chloroforming...Sam was now almost unconscious. Half awake, she gave in to the Chloroform as he took her upstairs to their bedroom.

Samantha's eyes swam and she groaned one tiny set of final whimpers.

"mm.m..." eyes closing. Mouth resting open as the Chloroformed panties were withdrawn. He took her upstairs for their playtime!



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Amy Vs Sharon

Both girls were very used to the art of mat fighting. They were both level 22 and therefore at the top level. They were from different backgrounds with how they were trained, with Amy initially trained in gymnastics and Sharon in boxing. This had led to two very different styles in fighting so it was a very interesting matchup. Both had the choice of wearing boots, but liked to fight bare foot.

Amy was about average height, with quite a slim build, she had long red hair, whilst Sharon was a bigger, more muscular built woman, who was pretty tall, even comparable to a man, standing at around 6ft1. Her hair was black in colour.

In this particular match Amy and Sharon were ready for each other, Amy wanted revenge as Sharon had KO’d her boyfriend 3 days before hand and he still had the huge lump on his head. Sharon just liked putting both boys and girls out cold with her bare fists and had fancied the idea of laying Amy out for ages. The girls stood on the mat, ready to fight, Sharon putting up a boxer’s guard, whilst Amy stretched. The bell rang to start as the referee, Sandra stood back to watch.

Sharon quickly went straight in, punching Amy so fast and hard she had no time to react to the punches being flung at her head. There was a left jab, two right hooks and three uppercuts, all hard and in quick succession. The flurry left Amy seeing lots of small white stars. “Ouch! What just hit me?” She moaned. Sharon just smiled and then sent a couple more punches to Amy’s stomach, causing her to drop to her knees, her eyes still rolling up into her forehead, the white stars spinning around her head.

Sharon stepped up behind the dazed Amy and brought her fist down hard onto Amy’s head. Amy let out a loud grunt “uh!” and fell forwards onto her hands, now on all fours, her hands and knees, the white stars flickered and turned golden. “Ooh pretty stars!” She muttered, smiling and dazed. She could hear tweeting now. Her tongue lolled out her mouth and her eyes were twinkling with the stars.

Sharon then stepped around behind Amy. “You’ll be seeing prettier things when I’m done with you!” She said gleefully. She ideally wanted to punch down hard on Amy’s head again, but being bare-fisted her fists were feeling a little sore now, however she did have other weapons. She flexed her bare right foot, stepped back and then lunged forwards, thrusting the sole of her foot hard into the back of Amy’s skull. “Ouch!” Amy cried out. Some of the golden stars flew off from the force of the hit and the remaining ones flickered, being replaced with beautiful white doves. They were tweeting loudly, singing the song Ode to Joy at her. She sighed happily, the bird song was beautiful. Her eyes were spinning. She was feeling very happy, though her head would hurt a lot when she finally recovered.

Sharon looked down at her handy work, she could actually feel a twinge between her legs, she felt a bit wet, and knew that Amy probably felt the same, being in La La land she almost certainly was. However she was going to control herself, she had a match to win. She could put her opponent out right now if she wanted or she could play a bit and settle herself in private later. She decided on the latter option and pulled a very punch-drunk Amy to her feet.

The redhead was very wobbly on her feet and was smiling stupidly “Duh, pretty tweeting doves!” She mumbled in a stupid voice, pointing above her head. She felt so goofy and happy right now, and looked rather silly. Sharon started working on her body now, body shotting her and occasionally giving her the odd top up chin shot, not hard enough to knock her out, but hard enough to keep those pretty eyes rolling. After a while though she got a little bored and stopped to take a breather, leaving Amy stumbling and mumbling in the ring, seeing both yellow stars and blue birdies now, hearing tweets, eyes still spinning. Sharon started talking to Sandra.

Sharon was getting so tied up in conversation she didn’t noticed Amy stop staggering and hold her head in both hands. She shook it, clearing the birdies, stars and cobwebs away and turned her attention to her opponent, Sharon. Head aching now, Amy composed herself and walked quietly over to Sharon, creeping over on her bare toes. She then tapped Sharon’s should and swung hard with her right arm, smacking a surprised Sharon hard in the cheek. Amy wasn’t quite as strong as Sharon, but the shot was still hard enough to give Sharon a turn at being rocked. She span round 360 degrees to be met by a softer left and another less powerful right. It was enough as she was now seeing four yellow stars going round and round her head.

Feeling a sense of comeback Amy then stepped back and forwards, bringing her feet into play, slamming the sole of her right foot hard into the chin of her opponent. Sharon staggered, hearing cuckoos and her eyes watered and span. Brown chickens appeared and encircled her head. “Chickens!” She muttered, eyes rolling. Amy grinned; revenge was sweet, although she did kind of miss her own birdies. Amy then started using her gymnastics background to do a backwards flip onto her hands, slamming each foot in rapid succession hard into Sharon’s chin, making her stagger dazedly. She then ran forwards and did a cartwheel to one side, past Sharon again, again catching her in the face with her bare feet. Sharon was confused now and goofy. Her eyes were spinning uncontrollably in their sockets and she was seeing pink doves now. Her own bare feet were hardly keeping balanced and her muscular frame was struggling to keep upright. Amy now wanted Sharon down. She was not going to make the mistake Sharon had and play, though she was enjoying this.

Amy started walking away from the dizzy dark haired amazon, then she turned round and ran at Sharon, doing a hand stand infront of her and slamming her feet together on either side of Sharon’s pretty and dazed head, then clutching Sharons head between her feet, all in one motion she flipped Sharon over her and landed Sharon squarely on her head right on the mat. It made a loud clunk and Sharon was left in a heap. Amy let go of her victim and stood up and back to examine her handy work.

Sharon was lying on her back, eyes spinning madly, her head lolling around in circles as well,  her tongue out, looking stupid, she’d seen a mass of stars shoot out before her eyes as her head had made contact with the mat and was now seeing huge yellow stars going round and round her head. She was hearing cuckoos and faint tweeting in the distance and now she could not remember her name, her age, even where she was, but she felt fantastic and very wet between the legs, she had cum and she smiled, knowing the faint tweeting meant that the birds were coming back.

Amy smiled too. That was the dizziest she had ever rendered somebody. Now all she needed to do was knock her out, which wouldn’t be too difficult, given she was in a half dream world already. She loved her feet and was going to use her bare feet to put Sharon out of her misery. She leant down and rolled Sharon onto her front, who just flopped into position like a rag doll. She caught a glimpse of a wet patch between Sharon’s legs and smiled, thinking that after the match she’d have to relieve herself too. She then slid her hands down to Sharon’s feet, which were now posed with the soles facing up, being on her front, she lifted the left one up to her face and kissed it saying “Good night darling!” And with that, let go of it, allowing it to land next to the other one.

Amy stepped round and raised her foot up high above Sharon’s head. Then on one last “Sweet dreams honey!” She slammed her foot down hard on the top of Sharon’s head. There was a loud “UH!” and her feet flipped up into the air and then rested still. Her eyes were closed and she was out. Amy checked on her then looked at the referee, Sandra.

“Nice beating there Amy!” Sandra exclaimed. She walked over and checked the prone body of Sharon. “She’ll be out for the night!”

“Good!” Amy answered smiling. She was already daydreaming of the possibilities.

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