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Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sleuth in Stasis

A Jacky Graham, PI, adventure

 

 

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1. A Hard Night's Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2. Tainted Ayr of Old Killie and its Petrified PIe

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

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

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

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

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

Hang on....What was that though?

Hiiiiisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

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

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

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

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

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

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

But she could see- and still speak!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucy Bonnington ignored the query.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Gas her again' Lucy said.

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

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

They left the room.

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

SSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..........

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

He drove off, his ex making her way separately.

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

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

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

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

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

Shortly after, Lucy arrived.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

3. Grapple in Galston

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucy pondered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'WHUPP'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

4. Surprised in Sillingham

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

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

'Hel-LO?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jacky motioned Richard upstairs, out of kids' earshot.

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

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

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

'How did they get you to Galston then?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'So you lost the fight?'

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

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

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

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

 

End of Sleuth in Stasis

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah..." I said breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ready?"

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

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

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

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

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

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Noq watched from the distance as a woman walked through the halls of the resort she was vactioning at in a rather short dress with a bikini underneath and black flip flops a brimmed hat covering her head. 

The woman wasn't just any other woman it was a local lawyer that he had been dreaming about putting to sleep for quite some time now. The woman was a quite popular lawyer around town not only for her skill but because of her attractive looks as well.

Noq had been tortured for so long now watching the sexy woman walking around all the time in her tight buisness pants and skirts and high heels. He just couldn't take it any longer.

He watched as the woman made her way to a beach chair off in the distance by the pool laying back in it completley relaxed. Smiling to himself he waited until the coast was clear and then began to make his way over towards his sexy lawyer.

Noq moved very carefully making sure not to be seen by anyone as he came closer and closer toward the woman who was lounged back in her short sun dress,hat,sunglasses and now smoking a expensive cigar. He licked his lips more aroused watching the womans full lips around the cigar before blowing out the smoke.

Luckily for him there weren't all that many people outside near the pool area of the resort at the moment and she was prime for the taking. He clenched the blackjack he was holding behind him and neared the woman watching as she took a sip of her drink before sticking her cigar back in her mouth.

In a swift motion Nos moved forward and brought the blackjack down over the back of the sexy lawyers head.

"ohhhh!...." she moaned not knowing what hit her before slinking down into her beach chair unconsious.

Noq smiled stepping around to look at the woman the cigar hanging loosely from her lips about to fall out. He reached over taking the cigar from her lip and took a puff himself "mmmmm cuban...' he said delighted before laying the cigar down.

He then looked at the unconsious woman in front of him that he had been wanting to send to dream land for so long. Knowing he had to act fast Nos picked the woman up in a cradle and carried her further toward the back where they wouldn't be seen.

Laying the woman down he looked her over admiring her toned slender figure. He slipped her hait off her head lowered her sun glasses down peeling her eye lid back to gaze into her sleepy eyes.

Noq loving the sight moved his hands down feeling the womans breasts and running them along her legs hitching her sun dress up a bit to get a good squeeze of her ass.

"mmmmm....wh...what happened...where am I?" she moaned beggining to come to a bit but still dazed.

Noq watched as the woman awoke and simply smiled looking at her "your about to be in dream land my dear have a good trip" he said before slapping the blackjack over her head again.

"wha....ohhhhhh!.....my........" she groaned her eyes fluttering for a moment before rolling back and falling back again out cold.

Noq smiled once more enjoying the sleepy body of his unconsious lawyer. He felt her up a bit more and then sighed knowing that it was about time for his fun to end. 

He grabbed the woman by her ankles dragging her across the floor arms spreading out wide above her head limp back toward the pool area.

Lifting her up and placing her limp sleepy body back in her beach chair Noq tilted her head back up right and placed her hat over her tilting it down a bit to cover her sleepy face.

He smiled reaching over and grabbing the cigar and placing it back in her mouth taking in one last sight of the sleepy lawyer "nothing like a good ko and smoke" he said before walking off.

 

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Jake was already highly enjoying himself just as he knew that he would be but things were just getting started.

He walked around outside back in the restraunt making sure to keep up his limp in cas he needed to use the ploy again. He moved his eyes around the room trying to figure out his next move. His eyes stopped resting on a female as she seemed to be making her way toward the front door of the retsraunt carrying some food.

 

He smiled to himself as it just seemed everything was going perfectly for him tonight. He watched as the blondes as swayed in her orange shorts walking outside to hand off some food to a customer outside.

Jake made his way outside the restraunt and made sure to wait until the car that the blonde whos name tag read Casey drove off. He then faked a very realistic looking fall holding on to his legs "ah damn it!" he yelped holding his fake injury and sitting on the ground. He waited with a fake look of pain barely able to hold back a grin as he began to hear the sound of sneakers running toward him.

Casey kneeled down touching the mans shoulder "oh my gosh are you alright sir! I can get help" she said looking at him.

Jake shook his head "no no if you could just help me to ym car it'll be fine" he said forcing himself up hobbling.

Casey helped him up holding him up a bit on her shoulder "are you sure?" she asked moving with him toward his car.

Jake nodded 'yeah yeah it'll be fine" he said taking ahold of the car and turning himself around as they reached it "could you open the door for me please?" he asked

Casey nodded "yeah sure of course" she said leaning over and opening the car door.

Jake watched her moving a bit back toward his open back window "and one last thing if it's not to much trouble could you reach in there and hand me my phone on the other side?" he asked

Casey nodded "no problem" she said reaching into the car looking around.

Slipping a blackjack out from his backseat through the window Jake smiled moving over behind Caey and slapping it over the back of her blonde head.

"ughhh" Caseys eyes rolled back bouncing limp off the car seat.

"to easy" Jake said with a smirk as he grabbed Caseys socked ankles stuffing her in the car. He ran his hands along her thighs and ass before stuffing her in the back seat where she couldn't be seen "I might actually get to keep you for later" he said with a smile reaching over and grabbing soem chloroform and a rag soaking it. He placed it over Caseys lips and closed the door.

 

Jake grinned and headed back into the restraunt and just in time to. He watched as a woman a bit on the older side side but still with quite the body for her age stood up from her table and began to make her way toward the restroom where Jake had left the bodacious blonde Hannah and sultry red head Megan limp and in dream land.

He followed behind the woman her dark red flip flops flapping on her feet ass her ass hugged her matching red colored jeans. Jake shurgged and smiled to himself. Maybe this was just a little bonus for him. He watched the blonde woman walk into the bathroom.

Julie scrunched her eyes as she noticed some feet under the bathroom stalls. It was a bit off that someone was barefoot in the bathroom after all "hello?" she called out but continued walking forward after getting to answer "are you alright in there?" she asked.

Julie slowly reached over and opened the bathroom stall door to see a completley naked blonde propped up on the toilet unconsious "oh my god!" she said covering her mouth but before she could even think an arm wrapped around her throat tightly "guhhhh!' Julie stumbled back her flip flops flying off her now bare feet.

Jake smiled "sorry about this wrong place wrong time but i'm not complaining" he laughed squeezing her neck in a sleeper hold watching as her bare red painted toes stretched out struggling his recetion growing pressing into her ass in her tight jeans from behind.

Julie gasped for air her face turning quite red "ga...ga...gary..hel..." she tried to choke out calling to her husband outside in the retsraunt. Slowly Julies eyes rolled back and then finally her arms fell limp. Julies legs slowly slid down on to the floor as she was rendered unconsious. 

Jake smiled as he felt Julie go limp allowing her to lie flat on her back out of it. He laughed "night night" he said looking her over "hmmmm..." he reached down pulling her shirt off and then her tank top over her head her breasts falling out not wearing a bra. He smiled groping Julies mature breasts  before standing up and getting one last look at her topless in her tight jeans.

He dragged her over toward the stall with Hannah and placed her across the blonde hooters waitress lap giving her ass a smack in her tight red jeans.

Walking out of the bathroom Jake walked across back toward his table 

A man walked toward Jake "hello sir would happened to have seen my wife I was ordering and i'm not sure where she went. Shes blonde and had on some red jeans red flip flops" he said.

Jake shook his head "no sire haven't seen her i'm afraid" he lied 

"alright thank you" the man said walking off confused.

Jake just smiled taking his seat at his table pleased with his work so far.

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Marvin moved around the room with his camera "yeah okay like that" he said circling around and snapping pictures "now what you'll do is you will start doing push ups and pretend to faint and make it look like i said!" he said waiting "and go!" he said waitign watching with the camera up to his face.

Macy was in postition and started to do some push ups "uhhh one!" she said in a forced strained voice like she was hving trouble making her voice sound as girly as possibly "twoo...." she said again pushing herself up "three...!" she said holding herself up "ohhhhhhh...i think i think i'm feeling dizzy" she said trying to do what she had been told but sounding very unrealistic and forced "oh my" she said dropping down to the ground as if she fainted very quickly with not much build up.

Marvin rolled his eyes and sighed pulling the camera back "no! come on now Macy i've told you how to do it a hundred times can't you act any better than this!" he said shaking his head.

Macy glared at him pushing herself up and standing walking over to him and throwing her hands up her ass jiggling in her tight underwear "hey!" she said pointing at him before placing her hands on her hips "listen okay you were the one that asked me to do this alright?" she said tapping her yellow socked foot on the ground "wasn't my idea your the weirdo that would ask his sister to do this little thing it's not my fault if i'm not good at it" she said.

Marvin looked at her and rolled his eyes shaking his head "yeah well I thought you would eb able to act a little better than this" he said throwing his hands up. He had been going to make a sleepy video for quite some time to put online and it wasn't like girls just jumped at you to do such a thing. It wasn't his fault that his sister also just happened to be one of the hottest girls in the whole town even he could see that he wasn't blind. It would have been crazy not to get her to do it. He didn't have to pay her and she was a better candidate than most others if only she could act.....wait a second...

Marvin thought to himself. What if she didn't have to act. He grinned a smile crossing his face as he thought about it.

Macy looked at him her hands on her hips 'what are you smiling about?" she asked.

"oh nothing" he answered "lets just try it one more time" he said getting his camera ready.

Macy sighed "ughhh fine but if it doesn't work this time i'm done" she said bending down and getting into postition. Macy held herself up in push up postition "ready?" she asked.

Marvin quickly and quietly grabbed a little hammer sitting on the table and flipped his camera on "yeah ready..." he said.

Macy sighed beggining to do the push ups once more "ughhh one...." she said pushing herself up "two....uhhhh!" her eyes widened groaning lightly as something impacted off of her head.

Marvin smiled after bonking Macy on the head stepping back with his camera and recording "there we go" he said happily.

"ohhhh" Macys eyes fluttered for a moment before crossing and falling down her ass jiggling in her underwear as her body hit the floor out cold.

Marvin grinned walking around Macy with the camera getting every shot possible . He reched down pelling her eye lids back to see the knocked out rolled eyes of hers. He then picked up her limp arm letting it drop to the ground. Marvin rolled Macy to her back her limp body moving easily and got a nice shot of her breasts and unconsious face lips slightly parted.

Macy groaned "ughhhh wha...what happened..." she said raising up a bit still dazed.

Marvin smiled "sorry sis that was the best take all day gotta go back to dream land for a bit" he said bonking her head one more time.

Macys head dipped forward at the impact wobbling back and forth as her eyes crossed and fluttered "ohhhhhhh..." she moaned falling back again.

Marvin circled Macy grabbing her by her socked ankles and dragging her up against the couch. He slowly peeled back her yellow socks revealing her bare feet. He got some close ups of her wrinkled soles rubbing them. Marvin then sat the camera down to where it could record them and picked Macy up in a cradle carry walking around. He then tossed her over his shoulder carrying her around the camera getting a good shot of her ass and bare feet.

Marvin smiled "now that's some method acting" he said happily.

 

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Arnold had been watching the woman from across the street for quite some time and it was beggining to become just to much for him. Cindy was his next door neihbour. A brown haired mother of three that was just to tempting. Arnold couldn't count how many times he had fantasized about putting her to sleep when she walked out in her robe of the mornings to get the paper or any other time he had seen her about really.

Cindy was the standard great mother. She got up early to take her kids to school. She could always be seen going with them to sporting event....oh that was definatly one day he had to restrain himself when she came out with her kids in knee high socks and sneakers in daisy dukes getting ready to go cheer on her kids at their game.

That and the time in their yard when she was play fighting with one of her kids in some tight yoga pants barefoot and pretended to get knocked out on the grass. Arnold shook his head as he thought about it trying to get it out of his head to focus.

Arnold had tried his hardest to resist but it was just to tempting and today was going to be the day that he finally got to see Cindy go to sleep. Arnold waited inside of his house carefully watching outside the window as Cindy walked outside with her kids that morning to take them to school noting that her outfit seemed to be some pants and heels though he couldn't see well behind the cutrains. He waited until her car pulled back into the yard and then watched her walk back inside the house.

Arnold prepared himself and then walked over to the house next door after a few minutes knocking lightly.

"one second please!" he heard Cindy call out from inside it seemed that she was doing something. He waited and then blinked looking the woman up and down from her perfect face to her high waisted pants all the way down to her heels "sorry to bother you Cindy I was just wondering if I could borrow some milk"

Cindy stood at the door leaning against the frame with a smile on her face 'oh it's no problem I was just cleaning ya know the kids" she laughed. Cindy nodded looking at him "yeah sure come on inside and i'll grab it for you" she said stepping back from the door to let him in.

Arnold hadn't expected her to actually invite him inside this would make things even easier.

Cindy smiled as he stepped inside "just one second" she said turning and walking toward the kitchen.

Arnold watched her slender hips turn and her ass move in her pants as she walked her heels flapping as she did allowing him to see the heels of her feet. He waited until she was in the kitchen and turned aroudn slowly and quietly closing the door behind him. 

Arnold moved toward the kitchen watching carefully. He watched Cindy open the refridgerator bending over slightly.

He licked his lips feeling like he was about to explode. He was finally about to get what he had been wanting for so long. He slowly moved up behind Cindy.

Cindy blinked lightly hearing someone behind her and turned bumping into Arnold the milk in her hand splashing on the floor "oh!" she looked down at the spilled milk and then held her chest laughing " I didn't know you were going to come into the kitchen" she laughed looking at him.

Arnold almost let out a sigh of relief as she didn't think anything of him coming into the kitchen. Things had almost went badly there "sorry about that" he said.

Cindy shook her head "no big deal" she said with a smile walking over and grabbing some paper towels and kneeling down soaking the milk up with them "hey if you still want the milk you ca....mmmmmmpphhhhh!"

Arnold watched Cindy kneel down her heels dangling on her feet and clamped the wet chloroform soaked rag over her mouth.

Cindys eyes widened grabbing at his hands "mmmmm! mppphhhhh ummmmm!" 

Arnold watched Cindy struggle holding the rag tight to her mouth.

Cindy kicked out one of her heels flying off across the room as her eyes fluttered her vision starting to get hazy "mmmmmm........."

Arnold watched as Cindys struggles slowed "yes...that's right go to sleep Cindy" he said.

Cindys movements slowed more and more her eyes rolling back and then after a moment longer her arms fell limp to her side along with her one bare and one heeled foot.

Arnold held the rag over Cindys mouth a bit extra and then slowly moved it. He looked down at her unconsious face lips slightly parted a bit of drool having escaped her mouth.  He slowly stepped back letting her head touch the floor and looked down at her limp body spready out across her kitchen floor.

He licked his lips at the sight pulling out his phone and sapping a few pictures from different angles. He then reached down grabbing her already bare foot and rubbing her wrinkled solves before letting it drop and reaching over sliding her other heel off and rubbing that sole. He took a close up shot of it and then licked it. 

Arnold walked over raising Cindy up her her arms sliding her shirt up and over her head. He let her set up in a sitting postition like that and snapped a few more shorts her belt digging into her stomach. He reached over taking off her belt and then flipped her over her ass showing nicelyin her pants. he snapped a few more shots and then slid her pants down. He looked down at her in her blue bra and thong.

"mmmmm....."

Arnolds eyes snapped open as he noticed Cindy beggining to wake up.

"wha...what happened" she groand grabbing her head as she began to look up.

Arnold looked around reacing over and grabbin the remote from a table and quickly hit her over the back of the head with it.

"uhhhhh!' Cindys eyes rolled back and she fell straight back again out cold.

Arnold snapped a few more shots and then flipped Cindy over smacking her ass and feeling it up before snapping a few final pictures. Arnold grabbed Cindy by the ankles dragging her across the kitchen and into the living room. He raised her up sitting her in a chair in the living room "cindy...cindy wake up" he said smacking her face lightly.

"mmmm..." Cindy groaned her head throbbing slowly blinking her eyes open.

Arnold walked aroudn behind Cindy in the chair and wrapped his hand around her head

"what's happening..." *Crack!* with one swift motion Cindys head snapped to the side eyes widened and then her eyes glazed over head slumping to the side.

Arnold let out a sigh of relief stepping back and taking one final picture. He then walked toward the door leaving Cindy in her blue bra and thong motionless in the chair for her kids to return home to.

 

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I had just arrived at the hotel room. It was in a nice hotel in London, the rooms being spacious and well separated from one another. The corridor was dimly lit and I had not seen another soul since the lobby. I was to meet Sandi in the room for a night of games which she had come all the way over to the UK for. I had been told to bring my nightwear, just a set of pyjamas consisting of a T-Shirt and Shorts, which I had done.

I placed my key card into the reader and the door unlocked. I pushed it open and walked into the room. It was big, as expected with a large double bed against one wall and a smaller single bed pushed up against another wall. The wallpaper was dark pink and there was a soft glow from the dimly lit lights lit up around the walls of the room. I saw women’s sandals resting on the floor by the door and in response I kicked off mine and lay them next to them. I was now wearing a summer T-shirt and shorts, bare legged and barefoot. I called out to the shower “Sandi?”

“In here hon, could you make sure you are in your nightwear when I come out, I’ll be in mine!” Her voiced echoed from the shower and I obeyed and quickly changed, popping my clothes into my bag I then turned and sat on the double bed, facing the bathroom, waiting for her to come out. I heard the shower stop and heard her say “I’ll be out soon honey, thanks for waiting!” I sat there, waiting patiently. Ten minutes later the shower room door unlocked and opened, out she stepped. She looked incredible, I hadn’t actually seen what Sandi looked like until now, she was about average height with a strong looking medium build. Her dark blonde hair lay still slightly wet at her shoulders. Her breasts stood out at 34D. She glided closer on her bare feet, wearing a midnight blue night robe. “Finally we meet hon.”

She walked up to me and motioned for me to stand, At just over 6ft I stood a bit taller than her. She stopped so her bare toes were inches away from mine and stared into my eyes with her blue-green ones. “Mmmmm, you’re cute, but I think I’ll make you cuter.” And with that she slammed her bare foot hard into my chin. I went flying up into the ceiling with the force and my head slammed into it, causing cracks to appear around it. I fell back to the floor and landing on my bum at the foot of the bed, my back resting against the end, the soles of my bare feet facing Sandi. A large lump rose out the top of my head where it had connected with the ceiling and my eyes crossed into each other. Yellow cartoon stars and blue jay birdies started to circle my dazed sore head and loud tweeting echoed in my ears. My tongue lolled out my mouth and my mouth curved into a goofy smile. “Mission accomplished, so much cuter!” Sandi exclaimed. She hadn’t finished yet though.

Sandi turned away from me and proceeded to talk “Remember me telling you I was a boxer?”

“Duh…” I replied stupidly.

“Well, I brought my gloves!” She reached into one of her bags and brought out two huge red boxing gloves. She put them onto her hands and walked back over to me. Using her feet to push my legs apart far enough for her to kneel between them she then did so. “Nowhere for you to go but fly with the stars and birdies!” She laughed. She brought up her fists, then punched me squarely on the forehead. My eyes span with the force as it scrambled my brain yet further. I started to grow hard. She laughed and slammed her fist into my forehead again and again and again, alternating her fists, the back of my head kept bouncing off the foot of the bed and my body jerked with each punch. Finally after around twenty punches she stopped to take a breather. I flopped backwards leaning against the bed, my body limp and my head lolling around in circles on my neck, my mouth hung open, hearing loud cuckoo sounds and seeing yet more stars and now cute little puppies running round my head. I pointed up at them “Duh, look at the cute puppies!”

Sandi smiled “Yes you are one of them aren’t you? Come on boy on all fours”! I obeyed and went forwards onto my hands and knees. “Quick, sniff around the room.” She ordered her new puppy. I obeyed, she threw off her boxing gloves, then ordered me to stop. “I need a horse to ride!” She exclaimed then walked up behind me, still on all fours and slammed her bare foot hard into the back of my head. My head snapped forwards from the force and my eyes span in their sockets, stars flying out from my head. She then swung her foot forwards further, then in a pendulum motion swung it back into my forehead, snapping my head backwards, causing more stars to spark out from my head and my eyes to spin again. I had a total look of confusion on my face with no idea what was happening. Sandi felt wet between her legs and excitedly swung her bare foot forwards as hard as she could, one last time. WHAM! Her foot impacted hard on the back of my skull once again and my head snapped forwards, even more stars flying out from my head this time and I cried out “Uh!” My eyes spinning once again from the force. I heard the thud of her bare foot echoing inside my now empty mind as loud cuckoo sounds repeated inside my head and lots of rocking horses started to circle. I fell forwards, landing on my front as my arms went completely limp and gave way and my pupils were facing opposite directions. I had a very silly grin on my face and was now lying face down, bum up.

Sandi laughed “Oops, I think I may have gone too far in my excitement, that’s you out for a while!” She put her bare foot on my bum and pushed it down so I was now just lying dazed on my front, my bum now slightly pushed up by me pitched a hard tent. She felt the wetness “Oh my god I am soaked, I’d better get cleaned up, but first you need to release. She turned and walked away, before running back towards me. She jumped up in the air and landed both bare feet right on the top of my head, stars flying everywhere when she landed. My bare feet flapped up from the force, then rested down. Large yellow stars pushed the rocking horses up and out of sight, my body went completely limp as I became a rag doll, and I came, hard, hearing loud cuckoos in my ears all the way. Lumps from each foot pushed Sandi up, making her feel like she was growing.

As she stepped off my head, Sandi turned back to survey the damage. She knew she had completely blanked my mind. I was a ragdoll and her plaything permanently now and she looked to her largest suitcase, which was empty “I think I’ll take you back to America my cute little plaything!” She laughed and off she went to get the suitcase.

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Kevin sat at his desk on his laptop scrolling through possible candidates for the role of his first victim.Kevin scrolled through the pages of women who had sent in applications for what they thought was a job with his new up and coming Sleepy fetish web site where they would take roles in fantasy kos and other things.They were only half right

 

The girls were definetly going to be going to dream land but they were going to be going for real! and the only pictures being taken would be for his personal collection.By offering a bit more than the usual amount of Cash and advertising that there would be no nudity involved in the shoots.So it was pretty much a perfect role.

 

Kevin clicked one of the applications bringing up photos and going through her information "you're the one" he said looking through the womans photos and information.

 

A very pretty blonde woman standing at 5"3 32 years old.A stay at home mother to two young children by the name of Susanna Wilson.

 

With a smile he accepted the womans application and now things had been set in motion.

 

The next week Kevin awaited the arrival of his first victim looking up as there was a knock at the door "come on in it's open" he called out.He watched as the woman walked inside looking her up and down.Just as she had looked in her photos belt hugging her waist with some loose jeans and flip flops "close the door please" he said with a smile.

 

Susanna smiled as she walked inside and stopped "oh okay" she said with a laugh turning back to close the door then walking inside.

 

Kevin stood up walking over to her extending his hand to her "Nice to meet you finally Susanna i'm Kevin" he said with a kind smile.

 

Susanna smiled shaking his hand "nice to meet you" she said sitting down on the sofa as he motioned for her to have a seat crossing her legs rocking her foot back and forth her flip flop dangling.

 

Kevin watched her sit down and looked at her "alright Susanna so from our previous discussions you haven't done anything like this before correct? Sleepy fetish and limp play I mean"he said looking at her.

 

Susanna nodded looking at him "yeah I haven't done anything like it before" she said truthfully.

 

He smiled and nodded " alright i'll help you out so don't worry about it i'm sure you'll be great" he said looking at her "pretty much the focus is you getting knocked unconcious in different forms and in different postitions" he explained "there are different things that people prefer some people like girls eyes rolling back and things of that nature some like them seeing birdys and playing with there limp bodys and so on" he said

 

Susanna nodded "I think I get the general idea of it I watched a few videos as well this week to get a better idea" she said "i'll do my best" she said with a smile and laugh.

 

Kevin nodded with a smile and stood up slapping his hands togeather "alright well let's get this things started them shall we?"

 

Standing back a bit with his camera Kevin looked at her "okay" he said after setting it up and pushing record "to start things off your going to be talking on the phone and i'm going to come up and hit you in the back of the head and you do your best with it give a little eye roll for sure" he said 

 

Susanna laughed and nodded "okay got it" she said taking the phoen as he handed it to her and stood waiting for him to say go.

 

"Go!"

 

Susanna brought a casua smile to her face placing her free hand on her hip "yeah I thought so to" she said laughing phone to her ear "mhm really?"

 

Kevin watched her from behind with a smirk as she acted out the scene having a look at her ass in her jeans.He moved behind her bringing the slapjack down making it look like he hit her in the head.

 

Susanna eyes widened a bit to wide to look very realistic and she stood up on her tip toes "oh......" she dropped the phone wobbling around a bit letting her eyes flutter "uhh......" she moaned wobbling a bit more and then rolled her eyes back and allowed herself to fall straight back legs up in the air.She held them there up in the air a moment then let them drop and laid there not moving letting her tounge stick out a bit.

 

Kevin walked around her lookign her up and down feeling himself getting hard looking at her on the ground tounge out.He then forced himself to laugh a bit out loud "oh damn!" he said with another laugh "sorry i'm new to this whole thing to couldn't keep myself from laughing mind doing it again?" he asked

 

Susanna opened up her eyes and raised up laughing herself "yeah sure" she said taking his hand as he helped her up both of them still laughing "was it alright?" she asked as he walked back behind her again.

 

"yeah great!" he said with a smirk backing up.He waited and then grinned to himself  "go!"

 

Susanna smiled holding the phone up to her ear "mhm yeah oh really?" she said laughing.

 

Kevin moved up behind her and brought the slapjack down again like he was hitting her in the head.

 

Susanna eyes widened still not very realistic but better this time and she dropped the phone "ohhh..." she wobbled around eyes fluttering and "uhhhh..."

 

Kevin watched her with a smirk and then slowly brought back the slapjack and this time brought it down hard across the back of her head.

 

"oh!" Susannas eyes widend for a moment and then her eyes rolled back falling forward mouth open a bit hitting the ground out cold.

 

Kevin smirked looking down at her unconsious body "much better" he said kneeling down and running his hands along her ass in her loose jeans.He then grabbed her by her shoulders dragging her over toward the couch her flip flips sliding off in the process.

 

He grabbed his other camera and began snapping pictures of her out of it putting her into different poses.He then laid it down going back over to her.He took off her belt around her waist and then slid off her shirt before taking off her purple bra.He groped her breasts as they fell out kissing her neck.

 

Letting her fall back down to the couch he moved down sliding her jeans off and then her purple panties.He leaned overtop of her kissing her his hand down moving it along her pussy.He felt up her breasts with his free hand while still kissing and fingering her.He then pulled down his pants and sat her up.He moved inside her mouth and moved her head back and forth until he finally finished inside her mouth and all over her face.He picked his camera back up snapping a few more pictures.

 

This was the start of something great.

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Sharon walked down the streets her ass wiggling in her tight dark jeans.She meant buisness today and was going to waste no time about it.

 

She stepped up to Brendas house knocking on the front door.Brenda was her ex husbands mother and she was going to speak with her about some ear rings that she had left here at her house.Sharons eyes locked on the tall 6"2 blonde scanning her up and down.Brenda stood there in a tight shirt with a low cut skirt to abot three inches above her knees along with knee high boots and knee socks.Sharon put her hands on her hips looking at the woman a bit smaller standing at 5"4 in her tight jeans t shirt and sneakers.

 

Sharon crossed her arms "I am here for the ear rings I called you about before"

 

Brenda just looked at the brunnette and laughed "and I told you you'r not getting them honey"she said with a smirk.

 

Sharon gritted her teeth a bit looking the taller woman down "Oh really well im taking them then!"she exclaimed roughly pushing her inside the house.

 

Brendas eyes widened and she caught her narrowing her eyes grabbing Sharon roughly by the hair of the head "bitch!" she said jerking her around.

 

Sharon gritted her teeth as she was pulled inside and jerked around her brunette hair whipping she clawed at the taller womans hands pulling away and putting her hands up.Sharon threw a hard straight punch connected with Brendas mouth.

 

Brendas eyes flashed a bit stumbling back catching herself using a table and came back at Sharon swinging a wild haymacker.

 

Sharon quickly ducked dodging the punch and came with a hard right cross connecting square on her former mother in laws jaw.

 

Brendas head snapped back blonde hair whipping as she stumbled.Brendas vision became foggy for  a moment before her eyes rolled back to the whites and she crashed down to the ground hair falling over her face.

 

Sharon watched as the woman fell to the ground.She stard at Brenda out cold on her stomach skirt having went up showing her ass underneath.Sharon smirked and kneeled down reaching toward Brenda.She lifted one of her long legs up inzipping her boot and sliding it off her socked foot in her hand.Sharon was about to take the sock off when Brendas foot came forward smashing her  flush in the chin.Her eyes rolled back and she fell back legs up wide and laid there out cold in an X postition.

 

Brenda smirked raising up "fooled ya" she said  standing up and walking over toward Sharons unconscious body.She took off Sharons belt before sliding her tight jeans off.She gave her a light smack on the ass watching ass it jigglled moving down and sliding off her sneakers and then her socks.Brenda raised Sharon up sliding off her shirt and then let her drop only in her bra and panties.Brenda walked over toward the counter grabbing her phone her son would enjoy these later.She snapped some shots of his knocked out ex .270

 

 

 

 

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Kenny figeted with his hands nervously.Was he really going to actually go through with this? Jared had been Kennys best friend since they were little kids.They played togeather went to school togeather and ..... stayed at each others house.He shook his head.He was suppossed to be dropping off a game he borrowed from Jared at his house while he was at basketball practice and that was the problem.He stopped as he got to the house and reached up with a sigh knocking on the door.

 

"One second please!"

 

He heard the familar voice call out getting chills.He then looked up as she answered the door.

 

"Oh, hey there sweetey if your looking for Jared he's still at practice but you can wait here if you'd like" Mrs Williams said with a warm smile.

 

He kept his eyes locked on her swallowing a bit trying to stay calm.There she was standing there.He looked from her bright blue eyes to her red lips all the way down to her shiny red heels on her feet.Jareds mother Mrs Williams had always been around.Always at every sporting event they had anything involving school and where he had always been tempted the most when he stayed over at Jareds.He had been tempted by her ever since they were little kids.He had to do it! today was the day this was just to much.He snapped back into it looking at her not mentioning the game "Yeah thanks Mrs Williams that would be great" he said.

 

She smiled stepping back opening the door wider letting him in.

 

He walked inside turning his head watching her as she turned her back to him closing the door.He watched her ass move a little in her pants as she closed it turning his head back around swallowing hard.

 

She turned back around waving toward the couch as she walked back toward the kitchen looking at him "make yourself at home you know your like a second son to me" she said with a smile.

 

He nodded slowly sitting down watching her walk back into the kitchen hearing the clatter of metal from pots and pans and the sound of her heels clicking on the kitchen floor.

 

She smiled bending over in the kitchen looking into the oven "i'm baking cookies Peanut butter your favorite" she said sniffing them "I'm taking them to the church in a little bit so go easy on them when there done" she laughed.

 

He sat there half listening to her trying to come up with a gameplan "yes maam" he called out looking around then turned his head around as she walked back into the room.

 

She reached over grabbing her car keys off the table and looked over at him smiling "I won't be gone lonng just gotta drop some of these cookies off once there done.If Jared happens to get home before me tell him dinner will be done in a little bit" she said turning back to walk into the kitchen to get the cookies.

 

"Mrs Williams!" he said trying to think on the fly "what are the cookies for is the church having some kind of service?" he asked.

 

She stopped turning on her heels to look at him and and smiled answering "There going to be giving free meals to the needy and I figured i would help out some" she said.

 

He nodded "oh!, hey Mrs Williams I almost forgot I brought this game here.Jared and I are going to trade for the weekend"He said pretending to reach into his bag and look through it "uh could you go over to Jared games and grab it for me it's called ....... Galactic warrior battle three" he said.

 

She listened to him tilting her head to the side a bit and then smiled "sure honey" she said turning around and walking over toward the tv "I don't remember that one" she laughed kneeling down toward the cabniet under the tv with Jareds games in it.

 

He continued pretending to go through his bag watching her out of the corner of his eyes as she walked over and kneeled down.He watched her as she went through the games her red heel dangling off her foot a bit as she kneeled.

 

She continued looking through the games but tilted her head to the side a bit not being able to find it "i'm having trouble finding it" she said reaching in further and looking.

 

He looked around the room quickly scanning it "uh yeah it's an older game it may be toward the bottom" he said his eyes stopping on a large glass lamp.He glanced at her and then slowly moved his hand toward the lamp but quickly jerked it back relaxing casually.

 

She turned her head around frowning a bit looking back at him her pony tail moving a bit "are you sure it's in here hun?" she asked.

 

He nodded with a fake smile "yes maam i'm pretty sure" he said waiting until she began looking again and then reached over grabbing the lamp and slowly stood up his eyes locked on her back.

 

She looked and flipped over a game inside picking it up looking down at it "is this maybe it honey it's called space something and has a bunch of ships on it" she asked looking don at it.

 

"Never mind Mrs Williams I forgot it doesn't exist" he said standing directly over top of her behind her.

 

"Huh?" she scrunched her eyes about to turn around but then with a loud shattering sound the lamp smashed over her head.She fell over with a thump on her side fingers twitching a bit then going still out cold.

 

He looked down at her on the ground swallowing.He stared at her her long lashes closed lips parted a bit.He swallowed hard slowly reaching hit foot over tapping her lightly and nothing ..... she was out.He looked down at her it had finally been done.He stepped over some of the broken shards of glass and looked down at her kneeling down running his thumb slowly down her bottom lip.He smiled standing back up and reached down grabbing her by her wrists and dragged her limp body to the center of the room.He let her arms drop moving down toward her feet taking one and lifting it up the light sparkling off the red heel.He slowly removed the heels squeezing the wrinkled sole of her foot then did the same to the other.He reached over slowly rising the bottom of her shirt up her bare stomach showing running his hand along it.Standing up he walked over raising her up into a sitting postition.He sat down behind her raising her limp arms up like a doll moving them around smiling.He slid her hairbow off allowing her blonde hair to fall down her back.He smiled caressing her face slowly turning it around toward him and moving in and locked lips with her kissing her.He took it in licking her bottom lip a bit tasting it and then let go allowing her to drop back down to the floor limp.He then looked over as there was a knock at the door 

 

"mom? i'm home"

 

He smiled looking down at her knowing time was up.He stood up walking toward the kitchen to go out the back door and reached over grabbing a cookie biting it.He swallowed it and smiled "your right Mrs Williams..... my favorite" he said.

 

 

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(This is a erotic fiction story. Chloroform is a toxic, dangerous chemical and can be lethal! Nitrous Oxide can be dangerous also. so please don't emulate what happens in this fiction story)

San Luis Obispo, California,

Xenia returned from both her jobs, exhausted now it was dark, she found her beloved cat Jasper waiting for her as she parked her scooter in the house's driveway. Jasper meowed at her, sat upright on the front doormat, his eyes waiting with a calm measured blinking. Xenia took off her helmet, letting her hair run free and wished she had more time and more money to get it cut soon. Her tight leather bike jacket creaking as she moved, Xenia sighed pleasurably. Xenia carried her work folder from her ad agency first job of the day and her rucksack, which contained her coffee shop uniform from her second job. She greeted Jasper at the front door. Jasper was thoroughly delighted and curled around her jeaned legs, loving the bodily contact and that Xenia was home to feed him and stroke his fur. Once inside, with the house security alarm off, she hung up her leather jacket, bike helmet, and fed the attentive Jasper in the kitchen. The house felt cold so she put on the heating for a bit, craving a shower also to wash away the day's stresses. Xenia looked around the empty shell, remembering both her parents were still away on holiday until next Tuesday and she had work in the morning. Switching comforting lights on throughout her journey upstairs to her bedroom, still stacked with removal boxes. Jasper appeared out of nowhere behind her, sensing her mood. He glanced disaprovingly at Matt's photo frame as if to say what was already always running through Xenia's thoughts when memory of him rushed back:

" Hey, forget him, babe - he walked out on you and left you with a ton of debt. You had to move out, get two jobs and we both moved back here at your parent's place. Now, come here and let me paddle on you!"

Xenia smiled, leaned down, kissing Jasper's head, which made him wince a little. He purred louder when she ran fingers through his fur coat. Xenia put on some music, soon her thoughts turned to returning to the Sleep Peeps chat she and Vincent had begun for the last two nights running, tonight would be the third night for Vincent to chloroform her in role play! Xenia itched her right eyebrow, taking a short nasal inhale, she longed for that litlle discreet thrill. Xenia had always had a sleepy fetish and loved watching girls especially getting the chloroform kiss in TV shows and movies. Xenia got wet watching the really long and realistic chloroform or anaesthesia scenes. Vincent shared the same fetish with her! It helped Xenia momentarily escape the present chaos in her life. Last night's chat had gotten surreal and Xenia had to make an excuse just to cease Vincent's advances and go offline; Vincent only lived forty miles away from Obispo, in West Covina within the West Puente Valley. Part of Xenia really wanted to go meet up with him...But she needed to sort her life out first, before she agreed to meet anyone. She needed stability. Thinking she was twenty five, whereas Vincent was forty two, divorced and about two hundred pounds in weight. A lot of complications. Vincent and Xenia roughly knew exactly where each of them respectively lived. He told her he fantasised about being chloroformed by a woman and used while unconscious. He lived alone and had a job as a hospital orderly. Xenia's drifting thoughts of Vincent took her miles away in the shower before the water reminded her she was single, trying to get her life together.

In her bathrobe, Xenia made herself some coffee, she sat down at her lap top on her bed. Jasper's tail switched the air, he purred, feeling her near him. Xenia took a coffee sip and went back onto Sleep Peeps, it was early and she found Vincent already waiting for her. Xenia exhaled, hoping she was doing the right thing when he asked for a chat. Xenia accepted but the mood was stilted on her side, which did hardly nothing to diminish Vincent's unflappable enthusiasm for a meet up. The cd music tracks ended, filling her bedroom with an all pervasive silence. Xenia frowned softly, thinking: I can't hook up with you. How do I tell you that? Her infrequent keystroke replies, though, seemed to bring cold hard reality home to Vincent. Her heart felt heavy, already wishing it was over and she could log off. She'd probably never speak to him again and have to keep away from Sleep Peeps for as long as it took to get her life in order. Vincent uploaded his photo and Xenia clicked on it...Vincent looked nice, lonely, smiling into the sun on a street somewhere. Xenia knew she couldn't give in to herself, no matter how lonely she felt. So she typed a quick reply back to Vincent: Nice photo...I have to go. Bye. And then an age waiting for Vincent to reply with: Okay. Xenia logged off, fighting back constant regretful thoughts raging in her mind. The lap top's screen remained static, so Xenia tried to forget about her regret with an online perusal of the Obispo job market; finding no one was hiring full-time as yet, so she logged off completely, switching off the lap top. Thankfully her friend Stacey called just as Xenia was watching a movie downstairs, Jasper was purring on her lap. She and Stacey chatted for a while. Jasper stretched up before jumping off her lap and disapearing through the cat flap to explore his territory outside. Just after she hung up laughing with Stacey, another call came through but the ID got her heart racng! - It was Vincent calling her...Xenia let it ring a few times before answering. Vincent greeted her warmly, asking how she was, he explained how he had gotten her number online. Xenia felt more than a little shocked, but she found him to be shy and polite. He asked if he could meet her this Friday since he knew Xenia had Friday free! So, Xenia had to lie and say she was working the whole Friday. She wasn't certain if he knew she was lying, after he'd put her on the spot - what did he expect?!...Vincent sighed, changing the subject to chloroform fantasies! Xenia forgot who she was for a moment, pouring out her sexual desires to him in a playful chloro role play scenario, where Vincent had abducted her and was playing with her feet at first...She asked him to do more to her unconscious body. Telling him this, Xenia switched the phone to her left hand, moving her right hand down to open her bathrobe. Tickling her navel beneath her loose t-shirt, Xenia nibbled her lower lip...Her thighs warming up as she opened her robe, she felt sexily exposed soooo turned on sat on her parent's sofa. Xenia's back arched up as she slid her index and middle finger beneath her panties then inside her moist pussy. Finding her hard clit nub, she began the irresitible rubbing she so loved, similarly listening to Vincent also touch himself. Both of them breathing hard, slowly masturbating. Oh My Gosh - I can't undestand how I'm doing this with a total stranger over the phone, she thought. Reminding herself that Vincent was miles away. Vincent told how she would "struggle as I chloroform you, Xenia..". Xenia had to bite on an index finger to stifle her gasp as his words made her cum, her cheeks blushing red, she smiled as her delicious vaginal spasms abated...

" You okay?" Vincent's smiling voice asked, knowing he'd made Xenia orgasm.

" Yess...I have to go. I'm gonna talk to you real soon." Xenia told him with her voice shaking excitedly with delicious body tremors...Xenia hoped she would go through with her pledge. Vincent also gasped as he came at his end....Xenia absently stroked her phone, listening to his quick breathing slow down. They said farewell to one another, hanging up. Xenia stretched and cleaned herself up before switching everything off and going to bed. With Jasper at the foot of her bed, she smiled hoping to dream of Vincent chloroforming her. Xenia stared up at her bedroom ceiling before sleeping, fantasising of Vincent pressing a chloroform cloth over her nose and mouth...Struggling as she breathed in the soft soporific chemical, losing consciousness, helpless in Vincent's grip...Xenia groaned, turning over, the blue digital alarm clock reminding her she had to get up in a few hours for work. Xenia sighed and soon drifted into sleep. Today was Thursday, the workday passed quickly for her on her second job at the coffee shop, with a sexy text selfie from Vincent. In the selfie he was holding a bottle of chloroform and white rag in his hand. Xenia sent him a winking smiley face in reply. Xenia took another look, realising Vincent was holding a real chloroform bottle...Xenia found herself making a small animal sound at the tempting sight of the amber chloroform bottle and white cloth in Vincent's hands. Vincent texted back: I've already tested it on myself! Zzzzz....Xenia's eyes went wide, heart beating faster, excited. Really? She replied. What was it like? Vincent uploaded a blurry set of selfies, with him shown in bed, his upper face deathly pale. A crumpled thick cloth covering his nose and mouth. In the last two selfies, taken on automatic mode, the cloth had fallen from his open mouth and nose, his head leaning to one side, he was chloroformed. Unconscious.Oh...Xenia thought to herself in her coffee shop job break room, she felt dizzy, beholden to some great dangerous secret. Her fellow coffee shop employees in the break room had no idea what Xenia was looking at or her present state of mind. His photos had envigorated Xenia beyond her usual end of shift exhaustion. Vincent texted:The chloroform hurts your nose at first, then you get high. I took a baking soda solution and other measures to prevent delayed chloroform poisoning. I woke up with just a hangover feeling. Xenia let out a quick exhale, none of her co-workers paying attention as she texted in reply: Was it a turn on? Did you get hard? Xenia laughed breathlessly, adding a winking smiley. Vincent replied: Floppy rope! Xenia fought off the urge to laugh out loud! She felt alive again, eyes twinkling at her phone's screen. Vincent sent another text: It was more scary than sexy the first time, then a second time I enjoyed it more. I couldn't feel my body much. Xenia immediately remembered his photo, his body, thinking about Vincent's bald head, weight and his age. Okay, she texted, after several doubts crept in. Vincent sent a selfie of him standing by his blue-grey Nissan and another selfie just after, this one taken inside his car with him smiling directly into his rearview mirror. Vincent wrote a text: I can drive to you in one hour. Xenia took in a scared breath, uncertain how to reply, aware that Vincent knew exactly where she lived in Tarraco Street.Her fifteen minute break was over. I have to go. Bye, she replied and got up to resume her four hour shift. After her shift was over, Xenia exited the coffee shop. Orange streetlights bathed the parking lot outside the coffee shop, which hardly offered any light as Xenia walked outside to her parked,  locked scooter. Struggling with both her folder bag, rucksack and helmet, she swore absently as she dropped her keys on the wet tarmac. Xenia left everything on the tarmac beside the moped front wheel, retrieving her keys and starting the moped ignition so she could switch on the front and rear lights. After packing everything away, Xenia suddenly felt observed before she completed putting on her helmet. She looked around the parking lot, finding only a windblown beer can tinkling along. It easily reminded her she wanted a cold beer herself, when she returned home...And another sexy roleplay chat with Vincent!

One of her neighbours caught her for a nice few minute's chat after she parked up, which Xenia loved then her neighbour resumed his nighttime jog. Xenia suddenly felt she was being watched again, neck hairs on edge. But saw only a grey blue Nissan parking up across the street, switching its lights off. Xenia heard Jasper meowing inside before she'd even finished opening the door. She heard him jumping down from the kitchen window in the back with a thump and then joyously galloping to her. Xenia stroked and lovingly fondled him, ensuring he was fed before she unpacked her gear. Stacey called to ask how she was just as Xenia opened a beer from the refridgerator and they caught up on current events. Stacey knew her friend needed to chill, forget her worries, so she asked to meet up on Saturday at the multiplex. Stacey's incredibly attractive boyfriend, Troy, would be there as a chaperone. Xenia slumped down in her sofa, lazily slugging back a gulp of beer, feeling glum. Xenia agreed to meeet up, thinking how lucky Stacey was to be with someone she could trust, even though Troy had made eyes at Xenia every time they met. Stacey knew, or suspected, but said nothing to her about it; Troy was just too good looking for anyone not to notice.Or be tempted...Soon their conversation ended and they hung up. Xenia tried to relax watching some TV, but frequent bad news reports put her off. Jasper suddenly appeared on the sofa, with a ninja-style jump up onto the cushions. He curled up on her lap while Xenia stroked his fur. Jasper purred with beautiful appreciation, blinking contentedly. Xenia still couldn't shake the edgy feeling, even after finishing her beer and relaxing with Jasper. The feeling pursued her senses after she undressed into her sleeping clothes of loose t-shirt and panties. With all the blinds and curtains drawn, she should've felt safer...Jasper ran to her parent's master bedroom, jumping up onto the window through the curtains to watch the outside nighttime street. His eyes fascinated by whatever he saw out there. Xenia was careful around the half open bedroom curtains so no one outside caught an eyeful of her half naked body and went to fetch him from the window. She picked him up with ease, glancing at the cars outside. She noticed a cellphone light on in the passenger side on one car. Suddenly, the master bedroom phone extension rang. Xenia frowned softly, leaving Jasper to sit on the bed while she answered the phone. Her hands shook, breathing faster when Xenia saw Vincent's Caller I.D. on the screen!

" Hi..." Vincent said.

" Hi," Xenia replied back and instantly suspected he was parked outside! " Where are you, right now?"

" Oh, you saw me watching you? Err, please don't be afraid."

" You're parked across the street!? Oh my Gosh."

" I had to see you; please don't be mad..." Vincent's voice pleaded.

Xenia was angry, peeking out the window curtains at Vincent's car. " I knew it!" She scowled.

" Hi." Vincent looked up at her window. They exchanged looks. He waved placidly and Xenia's mood cooled.

" I just want to talk with you, Xenia. We've got so much in common. And we're both lonely."

Xenia blanked him with annoyed silence for a moment. " It's no excuse to stalk me, though - I could call the cops!"

" You...haven't yet."

" No. No I haven't."

They continued talking, each of them briefly forgetting that Vincent had stalked her, before Xenia's heartbeat thumped in her chest and she remembered. Could he come inside? Vincent asked her...Xenia realised she was seriously considering letting Vincent inside. Vincent made the suggestion that Xenia leave a few messages to tell friends and family she would be inviting her friend " Vincent from West Covina...", in her house. And to leave details like his full name, vehicle I.D. as a precaution. Xenia thought about it long and hard...Something inside herself asked her to relent. Xenia left the window and phone there on the sill. She put on her favourite bathrobe, picking up her cellphone and sent those messages to Stacey and a few other friends. Just in case Vincent turned out to be a serial killer! Xenia returned to the window, picking up the telephone.

" Did you bring that chloroform bottle with you?"

Hearing Vincent lick his dry lips, he replied: " Yes. I have two chloroform bottles and supplies."

" Ah..." Xenia closed her eyes for a second, suspicions confirmed. She trusted Vincent a little and being chloroformed had always been a sexual fantasy for years. Vincent assured her he was clean of any sexual diseaeses - he even had his newst fortnight's screening results on paper, which he needed since he was a regular hospital blood donor." Okay...Wait a minute and meet me at the front door." She left the window, hanging up the telephone and slowly went downstairs. Where Vincent was waiting at the front door. He nodded nervously, holding a backpack in one hand. Xenia silently held the door open and the bag of nerves he was Vincent entered. Xenia closed the door, without a word, Vincent took off his coat. Xenia gestured to the coat hooks behind him while she locked the door and reset the house alarm. She wondered if he had the chloroform bottles in his backpack. With his coat hung up, Xenia sized him up. Cute, she thought, lips demurely smiling.

" What do you have in that backpack?"

"Ah..the two chloroform bottles, a thick white cloth.." Vincent grinned, watching her eyes widen as he told her. Vincent's tone became playful..." Baking soda bottles. Belladonna tablets. Condoms. Dustmasks...A pack of nitrous whippits. Gloves, so we don't get freezer burns. Some piracetam and some b-12, which will prevent possible brain damage. A cracker and party balloons."

" Wow...Just tell me why I allowed you in?"

" You feel as lonely as I do."

Xenia's heart warmed by his words, after a moment she took him upstairs by the hand without saying a word.

She felt giddy, hoping he'd like her bedroom as she led the way inside. Xenia turned to observe his facial expression: she blushed as Vincent was awestruck, gently dropping his rucksack, adoring the beauty of her bedroom. Jasper got jealous, craving attention around Vincent's legs. He bent down and gave Jasper love, even making sweet cat sounds.

" You speak cat, too?!"

" Umhmm, I have a cat at home; Kallie. I love cats. My neighbour's looking after Kallie, she'd like Jasper here." Vincent softly stroked beneath Jasper's chin, nuzzling him, which the cat loved immensely. Xenia realised she was getting jealous herself and gently ushered Jasper outside of her room, closing the door. Jasper thought about waiting for a few moments at her bedroom door, but the allure of his nightly territory prowl was too much...He left the humans to their play and padded down to the catflap. Meanwhile, Vincent had displayed the contents of his backpack on Xenia's bed. She marvelled at the supplies, including the rubber gloves, nitrous whippits and especially the amber chloroform bottles. Xenia picked one of the bottles up, feeling the heavy liquid chloroform within. She sniffed the top, recoiling a little at traces of chloroform. Just like in the stories she read, Xenia told him. I know, he replied: I read them as well. Vincent got things prepared...Vincent attempted to show her his latest blood test results, but Xenia just shook her head.

" You don't need to show me; I trust you or you wouldn't be here." Vincent silently understood and cleared the bed for play. With the bed now cleared for play and the supplies within easy reach on the bedroom carpet, Xenia told him to "strip!". Vincent complied, watching Xenia stare with lowered eyelids. Pursing her lips, feeling her facial cheeks burning, heart beating faster. He left on his boxers but Xenia shook her head, indicating she wanted to see his four inch cock. Vincent rolled them down, unveiling his sex for her...Xenia enjoyed the show, power seemed to be buzzing through her. Leaving the chloroform bottle on the bed, she stood and positioned Vincent on his back on the bed. Xenia let her bathrobe fall, standing over him. " I want...you to chloroform me..." Xenia's voice excitedly told him. " Okay," he agreed. It was now all stations Go! Vincent took some b-12 supplements and some piracetam with a swig of mineral water. Xenia then surprised her cautionary common sense by taking the piracetam, b-12, without thinking! She trusted Vincent, laying down beside him and the chloroform bottle. She kissed him, smiling and feeling light as air! I missed this, she thought.

" Don't stick your dick in me while I'm out!...Okay?"

" Okay..." Vincent agreed with a nod. " Just?..."

" Feel me up while I'm out. Touch me...lick, kiss me...Mmm...Wait until I wake up before we make love."

" I promise."

Xenia broke off kissing, to give him the white rag and chloroform cloth. " Chloroform meee..." She asked him plaintively. Vincent opened the chloroform bottle quickly, soaking the white rag then immediately resealing the bottle, laying it down. Xenia sniffed the chloroform chemical traces in the air - it did smell strongly like chemical adhesive...Not as softly narcotic or soporific as she'd always dreamt it did. Vincent moved down with the damp chloroform cloth getting closer over her face. Xenia exhaled quickly as Vincent placed the chloroform cloth over her nose and mouth - Xenia grimaced as it burned her nose and throat, as Vincent knew from experience it would. Xenia heard a wah-wah noise in her ears, she felt high, taken away from her conscious self. Horrified by what the chloroform was doing, she could hardly hear Vincent asking if she wanted to continue after he withdrew the cloth from her panting mouth. Xenia nodded sluggishly and he placed the chloroform down over her nose and mouth again, Xenia choked on he heavy chloro fumes but stuck with it...Vincent groped softly at her breasts, glancing down to notice the growing wet stain growing in Xenia's panties. She groaned pleasurably, drifting away from her body with each chloroform inhale. Xenia continued breathing in the chloroform fumes again and again. Xenia inhaled with a gulping sound, finding the fumes softer, but soooo high now. She saw amazing sights, hearing strange voices from afar...Time slipped and the chloroform had dried out, Xenia was so out of it high she didn't realise. Vincent resoaked the chloroform cloth, then softly pressed it over Xenia's nose and mouth. Xenia's eyes swam, her head thumping with her slowing heartbeat...Seeming to hallucinate the world around her vision blurring, distorting then thumping in big three dimensionsal bubbles. Xenia mumbled slurred words of amazement at what she was seeing. Vincent fondled her neck gently, soothing her. Suddenly the room grew pink and fuzzy - Xenia's breathing turned into wet gurgling. Eyelids so heavy...Sleep now, she told herself. Xenia drew in a laboured lunful of chloroform fumes, body spasming slightly as pink fluffy darkness descended over her vision. " Mmmmpf!" Xenia sighed a final time as the chloroform claimed her, eyes closing...

Vincent waited a few seconds before withdrawing the chloroform cloth, he smiled after checking Xenia's pulse and quiet but gurgling respiration. Her pale mouth lips slightly open, he kissed them, leaving the drying chloroform cloth on the side next to her. I've always wanted to do this, Vincent told her as he carefully and gently picked up her body in his arms. Vincent briefly cradle carried Xenia around in the air, her upper body, legs and butt dangling over his arms. He fondled her warm butt cheeks and kissed her sleeping mouth. Holding her safe to him, Vincent laid her down on the bed, with her face turned towards the still damp chloroform cloth. Vincent wafted it in front of her nose and mouth before chucking it to one side. Vincent turned her chloroformed body over so her beautiful round ass was in the air, her face to one side. He rubbed and massaged Xenia's panty-covered butt cheeks, making them quiver, tighten and sweat! Xenia unconsciously grumbled with pleasure, frowning softly, lips pursed. Vincent felt ready to explode as he then played with her breasts, lifting her t-shirt, massaging her twin mounds.

Vincent marvelled at the beauty of Xenia, then moved to play with her feet...He sucked on her delicious toes, licking them, taking his time with her body, caressing her thighs. Tickling her dripping wet pussy through her damp panties, Vincent kissed her beautiful lips there, dizzy with her scent. Xenia began to stir, waking from the sexy chloroform dream she was having...Vincent moved quickly to put on latex gloves, getting the nitrous whippits, cracker and balloon ready. He cracked six whippits inside the party balloon, letting the nitrous warm up before tying it closed before taking off the gloves. He got his naked body next to her, the tied balloon valve in one hand. Xenia's eyes opened slightly, she burped out chloroform breaths, feeling dizzy but high. Xenia could make out Vincent beside her, pressing something rubbery to her opening, closing lips.

" Whaa..." Xenia grumbled, fighting off her dizzyness.

" Sssh, just open wide for some nitrous..."

Xenia smiled, opening her lips and closing them on the balloon valve Vincent passed to her. Holding the tasty rubber in her mouth, sucking on the talcum-tasting latex...Xenia exhaled nasally, ready. Vincent expertly twisted the balloon so the nitrous oxide gas flowed quickly into Xenia's open mouth and lungs, he twisted it closed. Xenia tasted the cold gas, which tasted of vanilla and latex, expecting an immediate hit. Huh? She thought for three seconds...then the nitrous's effects blew her mind! Xenia felt like she was floating, euphoric, pushed away from herself. Xenia smiled from the nitrous's effects, she moaned, sucking the rubber balloon valve. She drooled a little on the rubber valve, savouring the rubber taste as Vincent gave her more nitrous. Xenia's eyes widened, the cold gas hissing down her throat into her lungs turning her on with an immense intensity. Her clit burned for attention, as did her now rock hard nipples. Aching to touch herself...before passing out...Ohh my Gosh, Xenia thought just before she passed out into pink fluffiness with a smile...

Vincent withdrew the valve of the now flaccid balloon - Xenia had inhaled six whippitts of nitrous! So, no wonder she had passed out, especially after the chloroform. Vincent checked her vitals and found she was okay, she would wake up with no side effects from the nitrous. He positioned Xenia's sleeping body and kissed her as he took some smartphone photos and video. Vincent would show them to her later. He took off her soaking wet panties and t-shirt so he could kiss her all over! Burying his face between her legs, licking, kissing her dripping pussy and clit, Vincent suddenly felt Xenia's finger touching down his nose as she rubbed at her clit by his licking tounge, now wide awake. Her free hand pushing the back of his head forward...deeper onto her pussy. Vincent exhaled, barely getting a breath, almost smothered by her soaking wet gash.. " Mmmph.." Vincent moaned, finding an air pocket space between Xenia's burning hot thighs and pussy. Xenia was close to cumming, making animal sounds, breathing faster. Xenia exploded with ecstatic pleasure, cumming again and again, drenching Vincent's smothered tounge and face. Her now relaxed hand left him there, patting the back of his head to thank him...Xenia used her hands to continue rubbing her clit and softly pinch her nipples. When he had completed licking her, Vincent sat beside Xenia where they kissed ravenously, getting lost in each other...Xenia and Vincent held tightly only each other's body. Xenia put a condom on him and they made blissful love, the world softening for her finally...Xenia's eyes closed, feeling more content than ever before, ignoring her fears of Vincent turning into a jerk down the line if they became a couple. Time got lost as they resumed lovemaking again and again. Only briefly stopping so that Vincent could get a new nitrous balloon ready. This time, Xenia held it with him inside her, Xenia took a quick sneaky inhale she felt giggly, so horny from the gas in her lungs. Xenia passed him the rubbery valve, tasting her lips also on it as he inhaled three whippits worth of nitrous. Vincent's eyes swam, feeling amazingly turned on, ready to burst. Xenia's body writhed, her back arching up, humming to herself...She gave him the rest of the balloon and he briefly passed out unconscious...When his eyes reopened a few minutes later, he could've sworn he heard a subtle thrumming sound on his chest. Vincent was smiling and took in a breath or air, Xenia had left her pink vibrator switched on on his bare chest!

"Wha-what's going on?" Vincent asked and laughed.

" Nothing yet, sweetie. Just relax for a minute."

Vincent picked up the pink vibrator, wondering what Xenia had in mind...Xenia placed a bottle of tingling lubricant beside her lover. Vincent said nothing even as Xenia got the chloroform bottle and white rag together, soaking the rag with two large dunkings. Resealing the chloroform bottle, placing it on the floor, Xenia moved over Vincent before he could move!

"Mmmph!" Vincent screamed under the rag, coughing on the heavy fumes.

"Sssh...My turn now." Xenia told Vincent as she chloroformed him, eyeing the vibrator and lube bottle...Vincent realised what she had in mind, he gulped in chloroform fumes, growing dizzier. As the room soon to began to spin for her lover as he passed out, Xenia decided to forget her worries and just take a chance with him.

The End.

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