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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..........

____________________________________________________

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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Los Angeles,

October, 1982

Diana Prince aka: Wonder Woman observed the female spy and her male KGB contact meeting up on the park bench from where she sat inside a coffee shop by the window. A spell of melancholy rainfall that had drifted from New Mexico was pattering the coffee shop window lightly. If it was still raining later tonight, she could lay down on her apartment floor by her living room window and lovingly watch the raindrops glisten on the window glass in the dark nightime quiet. This was just one of her favourite things in Mans World; listening as the raindrops dribbled down the glass, orange streetlamp light caught within raindrops. A simple pleasure.

The female spy Diana was watching was intending to sell the Silicon Valley microchip company's new design and sample microchip she'd stolen to the KGB. Diana had followed her investigative instincts and tracked the KGB agent buying the items, named Timur, down here in sunny Los Angeles. All the other CIA agents were following different leads, while Diana aka: Wonder Woman went her own path solo to catch the spies. Diana sipped at her coffee with her glistening lipglossed lips, studying both the female spy and her male companion in a suit. The woman looked very familiar to Diana, as did the man standing beside her, holding a large umbrella to protect her from minute summer rainfall spatters. The woman was dressed in a voluptuous figure hugging black designer raincoat, she had on small frame designer sunglasses, her long red hair tied immaculately with laqured chopsticks, sheer black silk stockings and very nice shoes. Both of the spies seemed to exude a regal air, Diana felt. The woman was laying down terms for the exchange to the KGB heavy Timur and a deal was agreed upon. Diana's heart picked up after she saw the woman reach into her coat to bring out a brown manilla envelope probably containing the blueprints and then a palm-sized plastic container. Diana knew in her gut that inside the container was the tiny microchip sample. Time to call for backup, she thought. She left the waitress a big tip for her prepaid coffee then called it in at the coffee shop's payphone. As she heard the connection ringing, Diana smiled to herself, knowing that by the time Steve Trevor had sent a group of CIA agents to catch Timur, Wonder Woman would've already have all three bound up together ready for pickup! Diana Prince giggled, smiling to herself giddily. Keeping a watch on the spies, she explained the situation to Steve and asked him to hurry quickly while he asked Diana to be careful.

Diana saw Timur handing the woman a briefcase, containing payment for the plans and microchip. The woman opened the briefcase, examined the cash inside, smiled and nodded. Handing the plans and sample microchip to Timur, who put them inside a diplomatic pouch. Their deal was completed, Diana realised. All three of them rose up and walked towards an alley where their parked cars were. " Steve, I have to go, bye." Diana said, hanging up, barely registering Steve's insistent pleas for her to stay in the coffee shop. Diana Prince went outside, quickening her pursuit of the three spies fifteen feet away now. Diana stopped for a moment to let a mother walking her beautiful baby laden pram go past, she smiled to them both. All her concerns were forgotten for a moment, just seeing the mother and child together. Great Hera, there is such beauty always to be seen, she thought...Diana pursued the spies inside the alleyway, finding them waiting for her! Had they heard her quietly approach? Timur stood by his cheap Chevy Cavalier, holding his Makarov pistol on Diana, while the man and woman stood by their dark windowed BMW 3 Series.

" We meet again...Diana Prince." The female spy purred slyly. Diana sighed, realising who the woman and her companion were: Elizabetha Malpez Valentina and Sebastian Maximillian Verlaine...Almost twenty five years of linear, human time since she'd last met them and they were both still physically beautiful. Here they were out in the day, using sunscreen, dark clothing and an umbrella as sunlight protection. Diana's eyes blinked behind her sunglasses, remembering in a flood of emotion those long nights of pleasure...Elizabetha playfully drew down her sunglasses slightly and winked. Diana heard the softest of female, Russian accented voices within her mind from out of nowhere: " I've misssed you, sweet Princess Diana of Themyscira...No need to frown with concern; I'm linking with your mind and thoughts. We've kept your secret...Yes...Oh, you have such a beautiful surprised smile!" Diana felt a little dizzy...smiling to herself...Thinking: It's been a while, yes. And it had been barely a week since Diana's last telepathic conversation with her Paradise Island family. Elizabetha's telepathic voice hummed pleasurably before resuming communication: " Why don't you duck out of sight for a moment behind that alleyway corner. Then you can transform into your true self, without this human cottoning on." Diana felt slightly overloaded, suddenly hearing Sebastian's telepathic voice talking to Elizabetha:" Elizabetha, can we go before the American agents turn up?" Elizabetha glanced disaprovingly to Sebastian : " We'll go in a moment, but not alone!" Her thoughts whispered. Diana ducked behind a brick wall corner and swiftly twirled around, transforming into Wonder Woman. Within seconds, Wonder Woman unhooked her golden lasso and jumped fifty feet into the air, landing to face a surprised Timur aiming his puny Makarov at her. Timur shot twice, finding no target as Wonder Woman easily deflected the rounds to ricochet safely into brickwork. She disarmed him, crushing the Makarov's barrel in one left hand! Timur frowned, gulping. WW tossed the ruined gun to one side. She lassoed him, hypnotising Timur into passivity.

One KGB spy, ready for pickup, Wonder Woman thought. Now for - too late to move as the vampire's ensnared her! Sebastian held her from behind, clutching her arms tightly while Elizabetha came at her, looking lovingly into Wonder Woman's face. Wonder Woman saw the heavy rubber black beauty gas mask that Elizabetha was bringing closer to WW's face, it had a five inch long chrome metal pressurised gas tube attached to it. What's in that tube? Wonder Woman thought, letting out an involuntary, instinctive fearful gasp as Elizabetha forced the black shape of the cold rubber mask onto WW's face. Wonder Woman's bright blue eyes stared out over the black beauty gas mask. Elizabetha smiled and pressed the gas release button on the gas mask - Wonder Woman felt a pressurised cold Chloroform vapour spray over her captured lower face. Wonder Woman instantly coughed, recognising the all too familiar stinging Chloroform scent! She screamed in alarm, voice distorted by the gas mask: " Nooo! No!" Her thoughts panicked: No,nononothiscan'tbehappeningpleasedon'tknockmeout...

" Ssshhh..it's alright.." Elizabetha hushed Wonder Woman, keeping the Chloroform vapours flowing. WW coughed on the heavy but softer than usual Chloroform mixture she could smell flooding the airtight mask..No..air..can't breathe..it's...Chlor...chl..chloo..r..o..ffommmm...Mind disconnecting in fleeing horror from her conscious brain as only Chloroform could make you feel...Pins and needles on her face now, throat dry, tounge numb, hands shaking with tremors, neck muscles loosening, ears screeching with static, vision wet and blurry...Why..can't..I breathe?, Wonder Woman wondered and felt Elizabetha's and Sebastian's hands clutching at her...Whispering fingers travelling down the back of her unitard and goose her ass cheeks...Wonder Woman barely felt herself frown at the touch on her flesh. Heart now struggling to beat faster with her bodily arousal. A cold, shivering delicious current rushed down her spine and she gasped...Then had to inhale more hissing Chloroform vapour...Elizabetha stopped the Chloroform gas vapours flowing, releasing her thumb...From behind her, a man's hot breath tickling at her neck, Wonder Woman felt Sebastian's hungry eyes staring to her neck...Felt him becoming hard against her right ass cheek...Diana gasped, feeling him there...Wetness growing between Wonder Woman's legs even as each leg was going numb...An horrific coughing sound coming from somewhere...WW's mind desperate to tell her that she was the one coughing. Panting for air now in an central nervous system response...desperate for air. Lungs and shoulders feeling like they're on fire...Someone holding her body upright now...A voice within her mind, inside her vibrating screeching echo chamber of a skull: " Ssshhh, don't be afraid. It's specially made Chloroform, do you like it? Sleep, sleep." Wonder Woman's glazed, drugged, reddened eyes stared out at Elizabetha's vulpine smile revealing her glistening teeth...Each white tooth curving slightly to a jagged very sharp tip point...Seeing past the veil: the pale flesh, the deadly sharp fingernails and dark colour changing predatory eyes watching Wonder Woman's last bewildered gasp for air: " Mmmmmmff..." Feeling herself falling beneath the welcome warm ocean waves into airless, bound, suffocating darkness...

Elizabetha waited a few more seconds before removing the black beauty gas mask from WW's open mouthed beautiful face. Satisfied that WW was unconscious from her low heartbeat and loud snoring! In a blur of motion, they each took the sleeping Wonder Woman inside their BMW, laying her gently over the cool back seats. The suitcase resting beside her. Sebastian retreived the hypnotising golden lasso from Timur and shook him awake. Timor might be caught by the CIA agents who would arrive any moment, while Sebastian and Elizabetha would make a clean getaway. Timur would be released without questioning, since he had diplomatic immunity. Elizabetha drove them both away, unable to resist angling the rearview mirror seeing through her own invisible reflection to their sleeping, drooling and snoring captive there on the back seats. Peeking into WW's very troubled Chloroform dreams of colourful, airless confinement, Elizabetha exhaled in excitement. It suddenly started raining hard so Elizabetha switched on the windshield wipers. They groaned, moving back and forth on the dark glass...Not long until they'd get back to the mansion.

In the pouring rain a few minutes later, Steve Trevor and three other CIA agents arrived at the kidnap scene in the alleyway. They'd caught Timor, but couldn't hold him because of his diplomatic immunity. Steve kicked a drenched metal soda can at a brick wall - he was more worried about Diana's whereabouts. Getting soaked by the rain dripping off him, Steve Trevor grew anxious. What had happened to Diana? Was she okay? Timor said that Wonder Woman had shown up, as evidenced by the twisted Makarov pistol found in a rain puddle. Steve wondered if Diana had accompanied Wonder Woman somewhere to catch the spies. If that was the case, then he could relax since Diana was safe with Wonder Woman protecting her. The stormclouds high above grumbled with thunder.

Coming out of her Chloroforming with loud gasping breaths for air through a silk cloth gag, Wonder Woman's swimming eyes slowly opened. Seeing only dark cotton material strands, tiny slivers of room light beneath her black cotton blindfold...Feeling as though she'd been sleeping soundly for hours. Inhaling nasal traces of that awful Chloroform anesthetic again in both nostrils. Oh no...What had happened, she thought. Where am I? Then remembered her Chloroforming and abduction...She didn't give in to her panic and fear, having been through similiar kidnappings in the past. And now someone had gagged and blindfolded her, where WW couldn't move from her laying down position on cushions in this room. Wonder Woman felt her legs and arms wrapped securely but comfortably with what she guessed was Japanese bondage rope. Her captors had removed her belt, unitard, boots, but still had her undearwear on, she was dressed in what probably felt like a kimono...Wonder Woman laughed through her cotton gag at her situation:" Whtttheheksgoinon?" her distorted voice grumbled. A wave of dizziness from the Chloroform still in her system swept over her and she passed out into swirling blackness for goodness knows how long...Woken again this time by rumblings of thunder, sounds of heavy rainfall from outside.

" Ah, you're awake." Elizabetha's voice said right in front of her, making Diana gasp. " You were sleeping for so long I was worried if you would ever wake up."

Wonder Woman dizzily sat up even as her skull throbbed with a dull Chloro headache, she turned her head to Elizabetha's voice in the blindfolded dark. She could hear Elizabetha's subtle breathing and also sensed a man's presence that had to be Sebastian. Diana could smell Chloroform in her own sweat, mixed in with the room's jasmine essence, wood surfaces nearby and warm flesh...

" Just relax, that's it. Allow me to take off your gag..." Elizabetha's voice said, exhaling as she got close. Diana felt air breeze against her face as cool feminine digits, wrapped in what smelt like latex material, touched against her mouth...Untying then pulling away the wet with drool cotton gag. Diana thankfully breathed freely now. Thank you, Great Hera, for this fresh sweet air..." There. Isn't that better?...You'll be staying with us for a while. Isn't that nice? The Chloroform..." Elizabetha stopped for a moment, savouring her sexual thrill of the word..." - has dehydrated you. Would you like some water?"

" Please." Diana asked, realising her throat was very dry. Knowing it'd take a full day for the acrid Chloroform smell to completely leave her body.

Hands moving to her face...A pliably soft, tiny plastic hollow circle pressing between her lips...It was a straw, she realised. Diana's soft lips opened, then closed over the soft plastic, sucking in automatically. Cool fresh water flowed through the straw, washing away the horrid Chloroform taste from her mouth. Diana hoped the water wasn't drugged as she continued sucking up water..." That's it...Good..." Elizabetha's voice said, keeping the straw there until it was sucking loud air. Diana thanked them for the delicious water, giving her lips a discreet lick with the tip of her tounge...Diana heard Elizabetha's and Sebastian's soft bare feet moving around the room before they sat back down beside her on the cushions.

" Are you hungry, Diana? Would you like some sushi?" Elizabetha asked.

Diana's stomach still felt a little loose from the Chloroform anesthesia, but her appetite was returning. She could smell fresh sushi, probably on a plate on Elizabetha's lap. " Please, yes. I'd love some."...Diana could've sworn she could make out a sound of rustling paper napkins...Then two ceramic objects clicking together...Ah, chopsticks, they were chopsticks, Diana immediately realised.

" Open wide..."

Diana opened her mouth, receiving by clean chopsticks a delectible tuna avacado sushi roll. Diana chewed hungrily, sucking in each morsel. Elizabetha obviously enjoyed watching Diana's wet lips eating the sushi, breathing nasally. Elizabetha fed her another sushi roll. Diana pictured herself blindfolded, eating the food that Elizabetha was providing; her lips sucking on the tasty rolled fish skin and avacado. She'd eaten three sushi rolls now and felt Sebastian's physical presence press the plastic straw to Diana's lips. Diana sucked in gulpfulls of water, washing down her food. Elizabetha's latex clad fingers felt at her brow, carefully untying Diana's blindfold. "Ouch!" Diana winced at the sudden warm beige light hitting her eyes. Her beautiful bright blue eyes adjusted to the light. There was Elizabetha's smiling face greeting her.

" Hi there," Elizabetha said and stroked her right latex clad hand at Diana's left brow and cheek. Diana nodded to herself, she'd been right: Elizabetha was wearing long black skintight latex opera gloves. Diana noticed that Japanese paper screens adorned the bedroom. " How are you now?"

" Better now, thank you." Diana said, " My arms feel a little numb from these ropes, can you untie me?"

" Not just yet," Sebastian's softly muffled voice told her. Diana turned sullenly to face him with disapointed eyes, seeing the blue thin surgeon's mask he wore. " But we will release you unharmed soon." Sebastian assured Diana. Okay...Diana thought, feeling strangely safe in their presence. He and Elizabetha were wearing silk kimonos, she noticed. Elizabetha's red hair tied in a new, sexier style with laqured chopsticks.

Diana had tons of questions to ask them both...Her first question: " How did you become what you are?"

Crackling thunderclaps heard from outside, gusting wind and rainfall. Eizabetha's and Sebastian's gazes locked together. Elizabetha Malpez Valentina's lips quietly forming the words of explanation without turning Diana's way. " We were each left with broken hearts out in the open..." Sebastian smiled and took Elizabetha's hand in his, giving her courage to continue explaining. " One day we simply each woke up as we are now...I found Sebastian some time later. And here we are...Do you think us monstrous?"

Diana shut her eyes for a second, for some inexplicable reason picturing a candle flame being snuffed out in a darkened room...Leaving only grey smoke...Diana's own heart warmed with compassion for them, tears welling up. " No. I don't believe in monsters, although a few people I've met would consider themselves such." Diana surprised Elizabetha by kissing her lips. " You are beautiful." Diana gasped between kisses. Sebastian took down his surgical mask, hugging Diana from behind, completing their triangle. Diana felt Sebastian nibbling, kissing her earlobe! OhmyGod, thatfeelssonice! Diana thought, tasting Elizabetha's lips, running her tounge over Elizabetha's smiling teeth. Ohhh! Sebastian carefully blew softly inside Diana's sensitive left ear, sending in breathy sonic booms. Sebastian began kissing at Diana's neck...two inches from her cartroid artery. Diana sensed alarm, her heart thumped loudly, " What're y-"...Felt the male vampire's teeth digging into her neck with a jolt of stinging pain!

" Oh no..." Diana sighed and winced...She felt breathless, but the pain was gone now. Replaced by a strange erotic tingling that moved from her neck throughout her entire body...Sebastian continued drinking Diana's blood a moment more then stopped. His saliva sealing the bite marks...Such a strange sensation, Diana thought and smiled...She fainted against his body. He and Elizabetha laid Diana on the cushions, facing up, marvelling at her serene smile. After they got naked and untied and undressed Diana's unconscious body, Elizabetha looked at her lover, keeping her thoughts quiet. She took his surgeon's mask for a second, secretly dabbing at the thin cotton mask with a tiny Chloroform bottle...Elizabetha hid the Chloro bottle again under a cushion and returned the surgeon's mask to Sebastian. Elizabetha got even wetter as she helped him tie it back over his face. Sebastian immediately smelt the Chloroform as his lover held the mask in place. " I love you, my mistress." Sebastian's thoughts told her. Already dizzy from the special Chloroform mixture, he grumbled beneath the mask: " Mmmmf...Mm...m...." Sebastian fought the dizzyness, shaking his head. Elizabetha held him steady...A few seconds later, Sebastian began panting breathlessly for fresh air, breathing in more of the Chloroform droplet fumes...Dizzy, their bedroom spinning.

" Ssshh. Sleep...sleep..." Watching as Sebastian slowly passed out. His eyes closing. His fingers twitching, snoring, unconscious. Elizabetha softly laid his head against her warm, sweaty breasts, she took off his surgical mask and kissed his open mouth. Elizabetha turned his unconscious body over and spanked his big butt with her favourite red ping pong paddle! Elizabetha giggled excitedly then spanked Diana's supple bottom cheeks with the paddle. Both of them were unconscious, perfect sleepy puppets. Elizabetha cradle carried Diana's sleeping body, then Sebastian's to the huge silken bed. Keeping Diana unconscious with a purple silk handkerchief soaked in Chloroform when Diana tried to wake up again and again. Kissing, sucking, lovemaking and frigging Diana to sleepy orgasm after orgasm...

Three days later, they left a Chloroformed unconscious Diana Prince back at her apartment. Diana woke up an hour later, very dizzy, her head pounding, dehydrated but feeling good. After getting herself together, she checked her answer machine. Finding tons of worried messages for her from Steve Trevor. She called him back and said she was okay, and that she'd been visiting some old friends.

The End.

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

San Luis, Obispo West Puente Valley, California.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" I love you, Mel."

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

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

The End.

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This is a true story...

I'm dating a woman who works at a vet hospital. She brings me in after hours to show me around where she works and we end up in the operating room.

I see the complex, shiny silver anesthesia machine in the corner of the room and ask her about it, confessing to her that I've had a fetish and a fear about being put to sleep/putting someone else to sleep, ever since I was a kid. She smiles and brings me over to the machine, uncovering it so I can take a good look. (My pants feel a bit tight through the crotch.) Seeing my fascination and obvious excitement about this, she asks me if I'd like to see how it works. I'm nervous, but I say 'yes' right away and she laughs. My jeans are getting tighter.

She show me the tanks of chemicals and the hoses and how the gases are mixed with oxygen in the long glass pitot tubes with floating pressure indicators. (I think she can see the bulge down below now.)

Teasing me unmercifully, she turns a couple of knobs and I can hear hissing in the hoses. The dials come up and she explains which one is O2, Isoflurane, Halothane, N2O and so on. Then she asks me if I'd like to see what it smells like... (Oh man, the growing pressure in my jeans is getting painful.)

I'm scared, and starting to shake with nervous excitement, but I try to say 'yes' as calmly as I can. She grabs a black hose off of the machine and moves it near my face so I can smell it. There is a strong, sweet chemical smell as I tentatively inhale shallowly and quickly let the breath back out, unsure what to expect. She keeps the hose where it is, so I figure I'm being invited to try another breath. This time, I get closer to the opening and take a long, deep breath. I can feel the effect instantly as it feels like someone is filling my head up with air and my body gets warm. From the corner of my eye I can see her smiling, but I try not to let on that I see her and as she moves the gas tube even closer to my face, I take a third breath. Now I'm definitely getting light-headed (my GOD, am I actually doing this for real?) and she asks me how it feels.

I am actually shaking with excitement and my manhood is like a hot stone as I try and explain what I'm feeling.

To my astonishment, she moves the gas over to HER FACE and takes a curious breath. This is a thirty-year-old fantasy come to life right before my eyes!

Her first breath is just a whiff, but I know how I reacted to it and I'm not at all surprised to see her quickly follow up with a second, longer one. She then points the steam of gas back at me, but keeps it near her so I have to move very close to take another breath, which I do. I want to grab the hose myself, but I'm afraid she'll see my hands shaking if I do.

Bolder now, and more confident, I take two good long breaths of the Isoflurane/N2O mixture in the tube and I'm getting dizzy. As I stand there trying to get my 'sea legs', I see this beautiful woman move in and take two good, long breaths of her own, similar to mine. As she's letting the second one out, she utters an involuntary 'whoa', and we both laugh in spite of ourselves. This is illegal and wrong and she could get fired if anyone finds out and I couldn't possibly care any less at this moment.

The only thing I've fantasized about more than being put under by a sexy woman... is putting a sexy woman 'under the ether' myself, and my addled brain conceives a wicked idea: For my next breath I place the hose between my lips, but using my decades of experience in controlling my breath while performing professionally as a saxophonist, I constrict my throat so as to draw most of my breath through my nose instead of my mouth, so the gas only affects me a bit. Sure enough, she follows suit, but has no idea what evil I have perpetrated on her this night.

Two more 'trades' of the mouthpiece and she is losing her balance, at which point I help her to the cold steel surgical table and lift her up so she's sitting on its edge. She's getting so drunk that I'm having trouble understanding her, but her kisses and caresses around my face and her fingers playing with my hard nipples make it pretty clear that she's getting as horny as I am! I tell her that it turns me on to watch her breathe from the machine and she is so loving and trusting of me that she just continues to breath that sweet, magical air in as it slowly shuts down her thinking and her beautiful eyes unfocus.

When she slumps forward onto me and I have to keep her from falling off the table, I know that my fantasy of rendering a beautiful woman unconscious and having her under my complete control has just come true. I can't believe it...

Gently and carefully, I lay her down on the table and admire her pretty eyes, closed and dreaming, and her sweet little wisp of a smile that gives hints at what she's dreaming of. I decide to oblige her, unbuttoning her blouse and fondling her, touching her anywhere, everywhere, and any way I want while she lies sleeping, helpless under my touch.

After only a minute or so, she sighs softly and smiles as her hand moves to find my own, which is caressing her left breast. Whatever world she's in, it is one without inhibitions because although she has never taken the initiative in lovemaking, nor been willing to touch herself in front of me, she now reaches with her spare hand for mine and moves it down her flat, golden belly and under her pants, where a warm and glad wetness awaits my touch.

I waste no time divesting myself of my own clothes (free at last!) and those of hers that have yet to be removed and I climb onto that hard table and lay my trembling body down against her welcoming warm embrace. As I reach down and gently part her moist lips, I make my first, tentative push inside her and she opens her eyes and gives me the most sublime smile!

Her right arm flails about clumsily over the side of the table as we begin to search for our rhythm together and I think she must be really out of it, but the surprise is total when she successfully retrieves the anesthesia hose and brings it up squarely under my nose!

Without a sleepy word, her eyes narrow into cat-like slits and she gives me a wicked smile that says she's not as groggy as I had assumed. No, she has her OWN wicked plan and frankly, it's her turn now. So I go on plunging ever deeper inside of her with each thrust as our bodies become accustomed to each other once again after a few days apart, and I become filled with a most delightful combination of sensations, a crescendo of electric warmth, emanating from my nether regions and the feeling of a soft and fluffy, numbing blanket of tingles, slowly being wrapped all around my body. I can barely even smell the gas now as my cerebral cortex becomes unable to process the physical input my body continues to send, but this body does not seem to need any help from its brain as every muscle tirelessly pumps out sex-reps, steady and forceful, from my plank position, and my erection stands as firm and solid as a seventeen year-old's.

The usual sense of sexual communion becomes replaced with a lightness of being which feels like a flying dream. I am losing all sense of my physical body, and existing only as a warm and vibrating cloud of pure pleasure, soaring through a crisp night full of stars. As my new vapor-spirit accelerates into the gathering darkness, I reach escape-velocity and and I am fired from a velvet cannon, gently titanic, unyielding force, shooting straight into the deep night like the first breath of life...

I wake up back on the steel operation table (now quite warm), with my head on her breast and her hands caressing my hair and whispering soft, almost inaudible (or maybe I just can't understand them?) words of love and affection.

I have spent my life chastising myself for being a 'weirdo', and now this wonderful woman has not only coaxed my dark fantasy out of me, but she has joined me in its fulfillment, and mine.

It's hard to believe that this has really happened. And after all of these secret years keeping my 'aberration' tucked away in the recesses of my mind, I am sure of two things: I will never look at hospital operating rooms with such fear again... and I will love this woman always for what she shared with me, how she trusted me and the chances she's taken for us.

This is a fantasy that I really lived, and I did marry that girl for 15 years. Even though divorced now, we are still best friends and laugh often about our crazy adventures whenever we get a chance to talk.

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

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

San Luis, Obispo, California

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Xenia..." Vincent whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Ples..How long...?"

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

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

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

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

" Yes."

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

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

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

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

Xenia sighed deeply," What happened to you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

 

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my eyes were so heavy... I had awoke, but it must have taken about 5 straight minutes to open my eyes, like I experienced sleep paralysis, but I knew that was not the case... after moaning, trying to move my limbs, I came into semi-consciousness. I soon noticed that I was not wearing any clothes. this made my ears ring in panic, because I always sleep with clothes on: PJ's, or T-shirt and panties, but never bare. my entire body, breasts, pussy, even my damn socks were off! My nipples hard from the cold air.

I sit up and feel extremely dizzy and nauseus..... I'd have thrown up if I had any food..... I turn on my lamp, because there was not enough sun to light my room, and that is the moment I saw something that should not be there... some kind of disc. I always keep my movies, CD's, and videogames in their proper place, so for a blank disc to be out of a case next to my bed is anything but normal. someone broke in, and had some odd agenda.... 

I grab my nightstand knife, and look through my entire house for any sign of an intruder. I didn't even bother putting on my clothes, and nothing. the only obvious sign that someone was in my house was the fact that my cat had fresh food, and water in her bowls. I know my cat's eating habits and she never leaves a single kibble untouched. 

but I was not harmed, nor was anything stolen. my safe, full of valuables, was only protected by a padlock. easily pickable, or breakable, and I never hid the key. I thanked the stars I was alive and okay, for the most part, and I return to the disc. I load it into my PS3, since the disc had DVR on it. 

No time was wasted, as soon as anything came on screen, it was a handheld camera video showing ME getting Chloroformed by a woman.... but who was holding the camera? well there was more than one person. The person holding the camera was a man, so presumably I was being knocked out by a couple playing some sick game.......

How did I know the other was a man? well he and she were fondling my breasts under my plain white T-shirt. I was struggling with all my might, but it was no mystery how I ended up, since my body ceases to struggle, my eyes shut, and my reddish-haired head slumps down as I pass out in the woman's arms.

The man was not seen yet, but he was wearing odd clothing judging by the fancy material on his molesting arm. he was at least 6 inches taller, but kind of slender. and the woman was wearing a black mask, the kind you wear at a masquerade. she wore a tight, revealing black dress. the lighting was dark, but I could tell she had the same size breasts as me: B. she  appeared to be a blonde. Not sure if she was a natural blonde, since it was dyed. Who the hell were these people? wearing high-class-fancy-pants clothing and knocking out a mild-mannered middle class introvert!?

There was absolutely no sound. so it was my best guess, whatever the perverted comments were. I appreciate the fact that I didn't have to hear it. They were hungry for my body. both of them fondling my breasts vigorously, and the man gently rubs my pussy. the woman continuing to hold the cloth to my mouth, she says words and is giving such a seductive smile to her man. gawking over their prize.

the woman, then releases the cloth and they continue to squeeze and carress my tits like there was no tomorrow. she kisses my neck and whispers something in my ear. my best guess is: "sleep well, baby" or "You're ours now" or "the cake is a lie." Fuck if I knew.

before long, the girl turned my body around and effortlessly draped me over her shoulder. surprising since I'm not that skinny and I am pretty heavy. I could only watch the video in disgust and horror as I watch them groping my pink-satin-panty-clad butt. I guess my constant walking and jogging payed off because they LOVED my ass! groping, clasping, slapping it with delight, and inevitably evil grins. 

The woman carried me over the shoulder, my butt being fondled the whole time, through the house. she even looked herself carrying me in the bathroom mirror. I caught a glimpse of the man in the mirror. he too wore a masquerade mask. a white one. dark brown, or black curly hair. after a minute or so of that, they take me to my bedroom, and gently lay me down. they set the camera on a tripod, and the couple were in full view, molesting my breasts and pussy. I was totally helpless, and I felt just as well watching it on DVD, but after a little while of watching it, it kind of turned me on. I felt awful and dirty for it, but I can't deny my hardened nipples and wet pussy...

they use scissors and cut my shirt, leaving me topless. the man takes my shirt and put in in a dufflebag. souvinier I suppose. I guess something was stolen after all. besides my innocence.... The woman slips her dress off, and she lightly caresses her own pussy before opening my mouth, and putting her left breast in my mouth. she stayed in that position for several minutes, reacting in pleasure. maybe unconsciously I was sucking on her nipple. the man was fondling my left breast with his left hand, and the woman's right breast with his other hand. both of them grinning. enjoying every second.

after that, the man rolls me onto my stomach, and the woman does the same right next to me. he gets on the bed, and gropes the hell out of both of our asses, one naked, one satin-clad, and his hungry hands left no part unsqueezed. she wiggles her butt in delight and she strokes my wavy hair. they talk for a brief moment while he gropes my ass. he smiles, and sits at the foot of the bed, and she pulls me from the bed, and she gently drapes me over the man's knees.

by this point I don't even consider turning it off. it's like the princess diaries 2. it's horrendously bad. it's awful, but entertaining enough to sit through......

then the couple take turns spanking my butt. pretty hard. what I did to deserve punishment? exist. that's what. they spank both cheeks mercilessly, unapologetic.... after about 5 straight minutes of undeserved punishment, I see myself starting to wake up. slowly, but surely. the man snaps a finger and the girl pours more chloroform onto the cloth. before I could realize anything, she claps the cloth over my mouth while he holds me steady,and squezzes my butt some more. it only took a moment before my head slumps back down. nothing happened. after releasing the cloth, the woman takes a syringe out of the bag, and hands it to him. he pulls my panties down, exposing my red ass. he injects the needle into my left ass cheek. no doubt at all that keeps me out for the night until I reached this point. 

the man throws me back onto the bed on my back, like a doll. he puts my panties in his bag. I can't believe it! that bastard stole my underwear too! on top of that, he, takes my socks off and starts licking and sucking on my feet... I never understood the foot fetish, but he seems to enjoy my rough chapped feet... while he marvels over them still, the woman takes off his clothes, until he is as naked as we are. his dick like pike, straight, hard and ready to penetrate. 

the woman starts to perform oral sex on the man, vigorously, and fast, like a whacky porno. he holds her head and plays with her golden head. his dick was not awfully long, but she could fit it all in her mouth. kind of impressive. his right hand, rubbing one of my feet. he starts going nuts with pleasure, and yanks her hair. eventually, he makes her stop, and they share a long passionate kiss.

the woman spreads my legs, and begins to kneel on the bed and lick my sleeping pussy. and the man begins to fuck her pussy from behind. she vigorously licked me with the same energy as she sucked on his dick. despite that, he fucks her slowly, and gently. savoring every little moment. he grabs her ass, and fucks her deeply, but sweetly. she continues to lick me like icecream, whilst filling her hands with my breasts, and me unable to moan, scream for help, scream in pleasure; I can do nothing but wacth in on my T.V. He pulls her hair, and scratches her back, as he starts to fuck her a little faster. his mask almost falls off, but he adjusts it. 

It's pretty apparent that he didn't cum, since his expressions didn't imply that outcome. the girl must have came at least twice. he pulls out of her, and the woman starts to suck on my breasts. and the man teases my pussy with his extremely erect penis. I watch on in a reluctant anticipation for penetration.

he raises my legs to his shoulders and begins to fuck me. he does not take it slow with me though. he fucks me hard and aggressively. I was out like a poweroutage. what ever was in that needle could make me sleep through hell's bells... the woman continues eating my boobs. the rocks back and forth and so does my breast. the one the woman isn't sucking. As he keeps violating me, he and the woman start kissing. open mouth, tongue kissing, the whole nine yards. then they stop kissing, and she starts to finger herself, while the man goes down on me. squeezing my breasts as he is fucking me harder and harder. he puts my left nipple in his mouth during which, and she is enjoying the plasuring of herself. my unresponsive, unmoving body only driving them more insane... he slightly lifts my torso to the point where my neck arches backwards and bobs as he keeps thrusting his cock in me. his thrusts become more stecato, quicker, and he soon pulls out of me. plenty of my vaginal fluids dripping.... 

the woman lays on her back, and the man pulls me into a position, where my head, more specifically: mouth, is on her pussy, and my ass is up. the woman moves my head up and down, to and fro, forcing my head to stimulate her pussy. the man, wanting to finish what he started, puts his penis in my ass. hard to tell from the sideway angle, but judging by how slowly he entered, and the way he opened his mouth, and bit his lip made it a fair assumption. the first minute or so of him violating the other hole now, was very slow and smooth, lubed up from precum and vaginal fluid... the rocking was enough to pleasure the woman. she pulled my hair, and smiled as she was moaning. she reached out a hand for him, and he grabs her hand like he wanted to kiss it. too far to reach, but I suppose they wanted yet another romantic moment at my expense. his mouth opens more and more and he fucks my ass faster and faster: harder too. his smooth hands grasp my hips for dear life. and then he gives several very hard thrusts, and he cums in me, most like making his lover cum too, with all of this commotion. he pulls out of me, and lies on his side. must have been super intense for the both of them......

the video stops after that point and as wet as it admittedly made me, I start to wonder what to do with the video. know what I think? nothing. I'm gonna do nothing. that is the least of my concerns at the moment......

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