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So, last week I posted an online ad for my longboard that I never use. I ask a low price and after sorting through the spam, I get a real offer. We agree to meet at this old diner in the evening. I get there and he is sitting in one of the very back booths. Very odd looking man, fairly thin, strawberry blonde hair, bright blue eyes. I ask if he wants to come out and see the board. He says in a minute and asks if I would like something to drink. I accept his offer. He gets up and I can see his reflection in the window at the counter. I see the person at the counter hand him a rootbeer float. And then I see him reach into his pocket, pull something out, and drop it into the drink. My heart freezes. 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

 

 

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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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(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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New York, 1957

Wonder Woman had tracked the spy to an Uptown three storey house in her Diana Prince disguise. As Diana, she got out of the yellow cab and smoothed down the hem of her naval uniform skirt. Diana had to adjust her wide framed glasses as she looked up at the imposing building. The streetlights bathed the facade in a dim orange glow which Diana found suddenly comforting. A chill October breeze rustled the trees on the sidewalk. Diana thought about calling Steve at the C.I.A.'s brand new offices - if Steve knew the risk she was taking by tracking the spy all by herself he would be annoyed to say the least!

Diana glanced at the pristine phone booth across the street. Diana aka Wonder Woman smiled to herself: I can take care of myself! she thought and made for the building entrance. There was only one tenant in the third floor apartment where the spy could be...A womans name was in the name slot: Elizabetha Malpez Valentina. Could she be the spy who had somehow gotten onto the base and taken the microfilm photos last night? If so, this Elizabetha woman had left only a bewelidered MP Guard in a hypnotic trance in the file store room hallway; the guard's memory had somehow been erased! A car that matched Elizabetha's in make and model was spotted parked waiting on the base's outskirts before and just after the break-in was reported. Guards reported seeing a "black shadow, moving very quickly" getting into the front passenger side while someone drove. Wonder Woman had personally tracked this car to Elizabetha's address.

There were no coincidences, Wonder Woman thought to herself. She rang the bell and shortly thereafter a man came to the front door. He wore a well-made suit and smiled through the expensive glass on the front door as he greeted Diana Prince, opening the door.

" Hello, good evening. How may I help you?"

Diana was a bit thrown off by the man's kind and pleasant demeanour, she exhaled a small laugh.

" Hello, I'm Diana Prince, here is my identification," she showed him her Air Force I.D. card. " I'm hoping to ask you some questions about your car. You see, it may have been involved in some kind of break-in last night. I take it Miss. Elizabetha Valentina is the owner?"

" Yes. Yes, she is."

" Well, may I come in? I just need to ask you both some questions."

" Very well....Please."

He opened the door fully and Diana entered, a delicious chill running up her spine as she passed by him. The door was closed quietly. Diana admired the interior lobby Art Deco decor.

" Please follow me, mademoiselle? My name is Sebastian."

" Very pleased to meet you."

Sebastian bowed and kissed Diana's hand. She couldn't be sure, but it almost seemed as though Sebastian's throat growled when his lips touched her bare skin!

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Sebastian opened the third floor apartment door and ushered Diana inside. The apartment's beautiful decor drew her breath away! Beautiful oil paintings were on some of the walls, the curtains and furnishings from all over the world spoke of fine living. A cosy atmosphere pervaded over everything and a smell of jasmine. A gramophone record player was spinning a soft Duke Ellington song. The only downer was the dim lighting level.

Sebastian kindly took Diana's coat, though she held onto her briefcase bag.

Diana walked around the lush apartment, marvelling at the old paintings and the lovely heirlooms in small glass cases. She had not realised that Sebastian had disapeared either because he wore only socks and no shoes or since he moved so silently.

" Good evening, Miss. Diana Prince."

Diana turned to see Elizabetha Malpez Valentina greeting her beneath the wide archway seperating the living room from the dining room and kitchen areas. Elizabetha looked simply stunning in a designer women's white and black suit, made of a diaphenous material like silk. The white top's arms elegantly loosely fitting Elizabetha. As she spoke, her Russian accent came through proudly. Sebastian stood but a few feet behind his mistress, hands in his trouser pockets. Elizabetha had already gotten the lowdown from him on why Diana was there.

Introductions were made between them. Elizabetha's dark brown eyes never seemed to leave Diana's face as they shook hands. A knowing, almost animal-like quality glinted within those eyes and again a low growl came as Elizabetha Valentina held onto Diana's hand in greeting, left it in sorrow for more contact...Diana found herself blushing, her cheeks flushed red and a sudden dryness in her throat. She had almost forgotten why she had come here after looking into Elizabetha's eyes.

Sebastian made tea as both his mistress and Diana sat down. Diana sat on one of the two antique ottoman couches facing the other, while Elizabetha took the other. Diana suddenly noticed that neither Sebastian nor Elizabetha wore shoes inside. Elizabetha's body sleeked over the other couch, comfortable and content.

Diana took out her notepad and pen and rested them on her skirted lap. She breathed a smile.

Elizabetha gazed over all of Diana. Hungry. Fascinated. Smiling ever so slightly.

Sebastian returned with the tea and served one china cup and saucer for his mistress and the other for Diana, who refused sugar. Sebastian returned to the kitchen. Elizabetha dunked a chocolate biscuit into her own cup and deliciously savoured the taste. Grunting. Diana was about to start asking questions before witnessing this. Diana took in a gulp of the delicious tea, resting it and the saucer very delicately down onto the coffee table.

" Would you mind if I asked you where you were last night?"

" No, not at all. May I call you Diana?"

" Sure!"

" Good. Although, you don't look like who you claim to be."

" What do you mean?"

Elizabetha's facial expression became playful. " I mean, you don't appear all that you seem to be."

An awkward moment of silence prevaded over the room. Diana Prince smiled nervously.

" I told you who I am. I'm..."

Diana's eyes blinked, the room started to move around her.

" Yes? Please continue, Diana."

Diana Prince aka Wonder Woman glanced down at the cup of tea. A coldness creeping up from her stomach. Also feeling dizzy. The tea had been drugged.

" You drugged me!?"

" Yes, we have. Don't fight it."

The room lights spun as Diana's head lolled backwards onto the sofa head rest. She gasped for air, desperate not to lose consciousness. Elizabetha was now on top of Diana's prone body. Elizabetha lovingly fondled Diana's face, taking off her glasses with serpentine grace and leaving them on the coffee table.

" Who are you, really?"

Diana's mouth mouthed the beginnings of words, but her still conscious mind closed her glistening red lips. Lips which Elizabetha kissed. Diana smiled, feeling a growing hot wetness spreading from her vagina. No no, she had to tell herself...Don't give in. Diana minutely frowned and tried to move her face away.

" You do not wish to tell? Very well." Elizabetha ceased kissing Diana and turned to the kitchen area where Sebastian was. " Bring one of the Chloroform bottles and a rag!"

A few seconds passed by with no results, finally, Sebastian's voice replied:" I can't find them!"

" Ugh!...Typical man." Elizabetha said and returned to fondle and kiss Diana.

" I heard that!"

Elizabetha smiled and laughed as did Diana. Diana's eyes sparkled. Behind Elizabetha, she saw Sebastian enter with a small brown bottle with a black handkerchief wrapped around it. The bottle's label said: CHLOROFORM. CHCI. FOR REAGENT USE ONLY. MAY CAUSE DROWSINESS AND UNONSCIOUSNESS. Diana instantly began to squirm - Not Chloroform AGAIN! Her thoughts raced and as Elizabetha rose to take the Chloroform bottle from Sebastian, Diana had rolled away and onto the carpet. Diana stood as best she could while Elizabetha and Sebastian wondered what Diana was trying to do with no visible escape and barely seconds before she momentarily passed out and then would come the sweet Chloroform...

Diana spun herself around, and a great flash of light dazzled Elizabetha and Sebastian as Diana transformed into Wonder Woman! Elizabetha and Sebastian growled angrily at the sudden flash of light. Beholding Wonder Woman herself, golden lasso in hand! Wonder Woman twirled her lasso over Sebastian, instantly hypnotising the vampire and freezing him in place. Before she could attach the other side of the lasso to Elizabetha, the vampiress moved too fast for the naked eye and was behind Wonder Woman with the black handkerchief already soaked with Chloroform. Elizabetha wrestled with her and forced the sickly-sweet Chloroform rag over Wonder Woman's nose and mouth. Wonder Woman's beautiful blue eyes stared out in alarm as she involuntarily inhaled some of the Chloroform. Not Chloroform again, she thought.

" Mmm!" Wonder Woman cried out.

" Got you now - Wonder Woman! I knew there was something about you..."

Elizabetha laughed and held onto W.W.'s waist with a free left hand while her right hand held the Chloroform rag tightly on W.W.'s face. Wonder Woman held her breath, desperate not to inhale more Chloroform. Her throat burned slightly and the familiar headrush and coldness in her stomach warning her how easily the Chloroform could take her into the red-tinged nightmare/dreamland...

" Don't hold your breath! Don't...Hey! Don't fight!"

Wonder Woman felt Elizabetha caress her unitard waist and her breasts...W.W. gasped and inhaled another breath of Chloroform from the soaked rag pressing hard on her face...Ohno, oh...no...W.W. thought.

" That's it...We often use Chloroform in our games and when we encounter troublesome female spies! Keep breathing...You have a beautiful body."

" Mm..Mmm..." Wonder Woman heard the familiar ringing in her ears as her heart slowed down.Staring up at Elizabetha's sharp fangs. Her head lolled backwards as she lost control of movement in her legs and arms. Wonder Woman's lungs sucked in another gasp of Chloroform from the black rag smothering her face. Her upper chest convulsed as the Chloroform vapour put her lungs to sleepy rest. A delicious, familiar anaesthetic warmth creeping up from her toes to her head...

" Sssh..." Elizabetha gently took Wonder Woman down to the floor. Taking care to allow W.W.'s limp legs to bend and smooth down in a comfortable way on the carpet with her. Wonder Woman's now drugged and glazed bright blue eyes staring out. Eyelids fluttering. Barely feeling her head being laid down, the Chloroform making W.W.'s head feel as though stuffed with cotton. Elizabetha withdrew the Chloroform rag a few inches away from W.W.'s delicate nose and mouth. The Chloroform had whitened her face and the rag had wiped away some of her bright red lipstick. Wonder Woman's nostrils took in the still present heady sickly-sweet Chloroform smell.

" Um..." Wonder Woman's open mouth gasped, out of breath and nearly unconscious.

" Sssh."

Elizabetha's curtain of hair trailed down over Wonder Woman's gasping face. Elizabetha fondled Wonder Woman's cheeks. She put Wonder Woman's head up on her open lap. Elizabetha's nose wrinkled as she inhaled traces of the Chloroform in the air, she laughed and smiled, revealing more of her jagged vampire teeth. Wonder Woman's head sank down deeper into Elizabetha's lap. Now between her clothed and warm thighs...

" Go to sleep now, Wonder Woman-"

"..Mmh?...Noh..nn." the Chloroform in her lungs driving Wonder Woman into the familiar dreamland. Every week it seemed someone was there to Chloroform her or use some kind of Sleep Gas!...Wonder Woman found herself smiling for some reason. Thinking about the sensations of being drugged or gassed again and again - especially the Chloroform chemical, which Wonder Woman had never encountered before leaving Paradise Island. Wonder Woman closed her fluttering eyes for a long moment, opening them as fully as she could on Elizabetha looking down at her lovingly.

" M..more..." Wonder Woman gasped.

Elizabetha nodded and brought the Chloroform rag over Wonder Woman's face. Wonder Woman gasped and inhaled two loooong breaths from the Chloroform-soaked cloth.

" Mm..mm..m....m....."

Wonder Woman's blue eyes closed as the Chloroform rendered her unconscious and the red darkness and Chloroform fugue came over her senses like a falling curtain, then unconscious oblivion Elizabetha left the Chloroform-soaked cloth over W.W.'s nose and mouth for another minute before withdrawing it. She gazed in awe for a moment at the beauty of Wonder Woman's sleeping face.

Elizabetha Malpez Valentina pocketed the now almost dry Chloroform rag, she picked Wonder Woman up easily and carried her sleeping body over to her luxurious bedroom, beside her and Sebastian's jointly-shared antique coffin. Gently laying down Wonder Woman's sleeping body over the silken bed. The wide body freezer in the bedroom's corner thrumming gently in the background...Elizabetha undressed Wonder Woman's unconscious body, folding her outfit and leggings and Magic Belt and leaving them on the carpet by the bed. Elizabetha then tied Wonder Woman's arms to each bedstead with the blue satin scarves Sebastian and she used in their Chloroform sex games. Naked, unconscious and helpless...

Elizabetha kissed those sleeping lips before going to find Sebastian

" About time you got here!" Sebastian's hypnotised voice told Elizabetha as she stood over him.

But before she untied him, she remembered something abut how Wonder Woman's lasso always made people tell the truth and Elizabetha had always wanted to know something from Sebastian.

" What are you waiting for, please untie me!"

Elizabetha Malpez Valentina looked deeply into her lover's eyes. They changed colour from lupine yellow to green and then to dark red.

" Tell me something first...Did you sleep with that Countess DeWinter girl in eighteen twenty three?"

Sebastian tried not to answer but the magic lasso made him! " Yes."

" I knew it." Elizabetha left him to fetch something.

" What - what are you doing, Elizabetha?"

She returned with the Chloroform bottle and black cloth. Sebastian frowned, watching her unscrew the bottle and wash the black cloth in Chloroform. Refastening the lid and leaving the Chloroform bottle to roll against Sebastian's face.

" What're y-"

" Sssh!" Elizabetha said and smothered his face with the Chloroform-soaked cloth. Sebastian struggled, eyes staring out, his throat and nostrils stinging from the Chloroform vapours.

" Mmmph!?" he inhaled several minute breaths from the heavily soaked Chloroform cloth, eyes watering. "Mmn..m..."

Elizabetha's free hand untied him from the magic lasso, now he was free from the hypnotising magic but the Chloroform was knocking Sebastian unconscious. His upper chest rose up sharply as his lungs took in more Chloroform vapour.

" You'll wake up in bed, after I get to play with our captive first."

Sebastian's fluttering eyelids dimmed..." Mmph!"

" Sweet dreams, my love." Elizabetha said as her lover's eyes swam closed.

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Wonder Woman woke up fifty minutes later to find herself tied up and naked with Elizabetha's sweating naked body on top of her...Her breath caught in a pleasureable gasp as she felt Elizabetha's slicked-wet fingers inside on her dripping vagina. Wonder Woman looked down and bit her lip, mouth opening in ecstasy! Sebastian's unconscious naked body was rolled against her, his mouth open slightly. Wonder Woman listenened to the small breathing sounds he made. Elizabetha kissed Sebastian. And then Wonder Woman, locking eyes, licking then at each other's faces.

Elizabetha brought down the freshly-soaked Chloroform cloth onto Wonder Woman's face.

" Mmmph!..."

Elizabetha laughed giddily." Sssh!"

Wonder Woman inhaled deeply as Elizabetha's stroking index finger found her clit and rubbed it eagerly. Wonder Woman's body thrashed with ecstasy as she came. Breathing in lungfulls of Chloroform...

After the Chloroform took her down again, Wonder Woman woke up with a smile, feeling high and giddy.

She saw Sebastian was busy smothering Elizabetha's face with the Chloroform cloth, Wonder Woman gasped as Elizabetha's naked, cool thigh pressed against her side. Trying to fight him off before the Chloroform took her.

" Deep breaths-" Sebastian told hs mistress. His naked body between her legs, deepening his thrust inside of her.

" Mmm!" Elizabetha pleasurably sighed beneath the cloth.

Wonder Woman closed her eyes and hummed, hearing Elizabetha's grunting orgasm.

" MMM!!!...mm...m...m.." Elizabetha sighed, now Chloroformed.

Sebastian took the cloth off of her face and replaced onto Wonder Woman's face! Wonder Woman's eyes opened, attempting to hold her breath...Feeling him kiss her neck, which also felt wet, she realised...Holding onto consciousness barely, but the Chloroform took her down again.

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Wonder Woman woke up at dawn a day later in her own apartment bed, naked underneath her bedsheets. Her whole outfit, belt, gauntlets and golden lasso folded beside her, W.W.'s awareness returned slowly...Her head spinning. Elizabetha and Sebastian must have brought her here before the sun rose. Still disorientated and half-remembering the previous night's of pleasure...Wonder Woman managed to get up.

Diana's neck and thighs felt sore - looking at her pale, mirrored reflection showed two sets of plasters on her neck. She peeled them back to reveal they hid bite marks in her neck...It shook her up to find other sets of plasters on her inner thighs and inches close to her vagina...Wonder Woman took some time to shakily gather herself together before she showered. She redressed her bite marks, which were already fading and after re-dressing and transforming back into Diana Prince, she took a cab back to Elizabetha Malpez Valentina and Sebastian's apartment.

They had gone in the night, taking everything, including the stolen microfilm plans with them. Diana aka Wonder Woman found a handwritten note on a windowsill.

It read:

Dear Wonder Woman, thank you for last night...We must leave now, but we will meet again. Love, Elizabetha Malpez Valentina.

Diana Prince sighed to herself and smiled: She hoped they would meet again soon!

THE END

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(Dedicated to ALL Sleepy Fetishtists Everywhere)

Brighton, 1893.

Master Edward Doyle watched the hansom cab horses clip-clop past his house from the upstairs window, in the cobblestoned street below, people walked to and fro. Oblivious to what he had in mind inside of his house! He turned away, shoes creaking a little on the hardwood floor even beneath the exotic carpet. Only one of the maids now remained inside, cleaning the upstairs bedroom next door. Master Edward smiled. He dug into his jacket pocket and withdrew the clear glass bottle of Chloroform: For Anesthetic Use, it said on the label and a purple handkerchief wrapped around it. No one would disturb them!

Master Edward crept through the house, gently uncorking the Chloroform bottle and taking great care only to soak the purple handkerchief until it was thoroughly wet in the centre and only dripping a few sweet pungent drops onto the carpet. He recorked the bottle and pocketed it. Even though the Chloroform-soaked purple handkerchief was at arms length, the sickly-sweet Chloroform odour was heavy in the air as he made his stealthy way towards the unsuspecting maid.

There he found the twenty-five-year-old girl, in her silken Maid's Uniform, busily patting down the bed linens. Her brunette hair tightly wound, her firm neckline, breathing hard as she worked. Bending over the bed, ruffling her maid's black skirt. The barest hint of her black stockings on her curvy ankles.

Suddenly she noticed Master Edward standing behind her.

" Oh, sorry sir. Won't be a minute more, sir."

" That's quite alright, Camilla. Please continue." Hiding the Chloroformed handkerchief behind his back.

A slight blush on her cheeks," Very good, sir."

Camilla returned to her work. She bent over once again and Master Edward's brow perspired. He wiped at the sweat with the hand with the Chloroformed handkerchief! His vision blurred for a moment and he stumbled towards the maid, Camilla.

This will not do! He thought and simply grabbed at Camilla. Thrusting the Chloroform-soaked handkerchief over Camilla's shocked nose and mouth.

" Oi! WHAT T-Mmmph?!!!" Camilla screamed underneath the rag.

" Ssssh!"

Camilla struggled against her attacker.

" Mmmmmph! No! Noooommph...Mm..."

Camilla's suspended, stockinged feet dangled above the hardwood floor, her body convulsing with the effort to free herself.

" Mmm..." Camilla inhaled a large gulpfull of Chloroform and her beautiful eyes watered. Her facial muscles feeling dulled by the Chloroform vapour stinging her soft nostrils and throat slightly. Camilla could now hear a shrill ringing in her ears. Camilla tried her best to wrestle free, but the more she physically struggled, the more Chloroform she then inhaled! Camilla's face began to tingle with a pins and needles sensation and a creeping warmth moved up from her kicking legs to her head.

" Sssh, that's it! Keep breathing, Camilla. Good girl."

" Mmph?" Camilla stared out at the room, which seemed to move, somehow! Camilla's lungs convulsed and her heart started beating slower. Slower. Her arms felt heavier now...difficult to move them.

What...was...happening? Camilla thought, inhaling more Chloroform.

" Good...Keep breathing."

Camilla heard the tinny ringing in her ears become louder with each Chloroform inhale...Unaware that her legs had ceased struggling.Feeling the Chloroform-soaked handkerchief now being lightly pressed onto her delicate nose and mouth, which were now momentarly slightly reddened by the Chloroform chemical, although her skin would return to normal afterwards.

" Mm...mm..m..." Camilla felt her arms go limp to her sides." Mm..." Seeing only the thin outline of the purple handkerchief over her nose and mouth.

Camilla breathed in the now deliciously intoxicating Chloroform freely!Her mouth resting open and smiling ever so lightly.

Master Edward knew that Camilla was now almost completely unconscious and only a few more subtle breaths would render Camilla insensible. Perfect for what he had in mind!

" Can you still hear me, Camilla?"

Camilla's eyelids fluttered, barely hearing full sentences of words: " Ca...y...he...me...Camilla?"

Feeling the Chloroform-tinged darkness in her blurred vision sending her away into a deep slumber.

A last, long delicate whimper underneath the Chloroform-soaked handkerchief: " ...mmmmmmph..." Camilla was now unconscious...

Master Edward left the Chloroformed purple handkerchief on her face for another thirty seconds before he withdrew it, to ensure Camilla would be unconscious for at least one hour. Camillia snored softly, her whitened lips issuing forth her distressed breathing...Master Doyle stroked her lips and it caused Camilla to gasp deeply! Camilla's lips closed on his right index finger, as he placed it between her soft lips. Camilla breathed nasally for a moment before her mouth unconsciously reopened and she took in more oxygen. The Chloroform would usually last around two hours, but it was dangerous to use and the Chloroformed subject's came around quicker - if their body's were being "moved around".

He genly cradled Camilla's unconscious body, flopping over his right arm, leaving Camilla's insensible upper body dangling down with her limp arms. Master Edward tried calming his own heartbeat as he laid Camilla's drugged body on the bed, facing up. His eyes blinked as he took in the sight of Camilla's unconscious body there...Left arm limp at her side, palm open, her right arm limp across her maid's uniform, on her crotch area. The right palm open. Tied hair strands had come loose from a woven knot and laid over her sweat-and-Chloroform-dampened face. Her face whitened from the Chloroform anesthetic. Camilla's chest rose and fell lightly with quiet but gurgling respiration.

" Beautiful." Master Edward said.

Camilla's mouth expelling tiny, tiny breaths of air. Sleeping troubled Chloroform dreams.

Master Edward closed the bedroom curtains. He turned on the bedroom's gas lights and locked the door. He kept the Chloroform bottle and now drying handkerchief within reach on a table stand, for when Camilla started to regain consciousness! He got undressed and began unpopping the many fastenings on Camilla's maid uniform. Camilla's unconscious, luminescent beautiful body was now fully naked beneath him.

Master Edward very gently moved down...

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Camilla woke up from the ecstatic erotic dream! to find Master Edward on top of her. Camilla Doyle smiled up at her husband: Edward Doyle! Gulping fresh air and still tasting traces of delicious Chloroform on her lips as she licked them. They often enjoyed playing their erotic game, where Camilla Doyle pretended to be a maid. Dressed in the complete maid's outfit. Sometimes it was Camilla, the maid who Chloroformed her husband Edward in the kitchen or in the living room!

" Hello, did you sleep well?"

" You know I did not!"

Camilla Doyle's eager face dove up and kissed him.

" Oh? You slept longer, this time."

" I will get my revenge on you, when you sleep tonight! I will Chloroform you, my dearest husband."

Edward's free hand brought over the corked Chloroform bottle, passing it in front of Camilla's face. She bit her lower lip and her body writhed in excitement!

" Not just yet, however!" Camilla, his Chloroform Bride, told him.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Or worse..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" No, I'm a mess!"

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

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

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

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

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

" Hello? Anyone here?"

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

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

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

- The vision ended just as Samantha dove into unconsciousness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" No! Just be careful, please?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Hey babe."

" Hey - WTF?" Peter asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Sam..."

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

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

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

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

Elwyn frowned," Then, wha-"

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

" What did you do with Peggy Carfax?"

" Oh, she's safe right now."

Munroe Purify and Elwyn Roberts locked gazes.

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

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

" Small world, huh?"

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

" Now-"

" Elwyn."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holding hands on the dinner table, Elwyn kissed her.

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Two weeks later.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Elwyn knew that Detective Samantha Kingston had fabricated evidence to ensure the female drug kingpin was arrested at the scene. Elwyn worked voluntarily as an unpaid "psychic consultant" for the Pittsburgh P.D.. He saw Detective Samantha Kingston drugging the drug kingpin with a halothane-soaked cloth and planting the cocaine at the scene, an hour before she made the call and ensured the arrest!

So, Elwyn gently confronted Det. Kingston in the break room. Samantha looked at his face: a mixture of sexual excitement and a little bit of disgust at his own pleasure of the memory of the event, since everyone in the Department, etc, knew Elwyn had a sleepy-fetish and a few others! Det. Samantha Kingston put down her coffee demurely and absently scratched at her neck. " Okay. What?" Elwyn took in a breath: " I saw what you did yeterday...", " Oh...Do you think anyone's gonna believe you, psychic boy?!" She shrugged, folding her arms. Another Detective came in, breaking the tension for a moment as he picked up some sugar packets and left. " I have to tell The Man what you did. You know I do..."Samantha put her head down, nibbling on her lower lip, she raised her face and exhaled a laugh.

" Elwyn, Elwyn; I know you don't judge anyone, ever. You let "bad guys" go all the time. I know you forgive me. Let's save each other a lot of fuss right now and you give me your word you will forget about it? I know you'd rather not ever break your word, Elwyn. Come on..."

Elwyn looked away, wanting to let it go. To tell Samantha he secretly loved her and had been in love with her for years. Personal love. Elwyn loved everyone anyway, loved life, but with no female partner waiting for him when he got home. Elwyn sighed and began to walk away, facing Det. Kingston. " I...I can't. I have to think about it, Sam" Samantha watched him go with a knowing look.

The next morning, after a sleepless night that troubled Elwyn, he drove into the P.D. parking lot, early, ready for a new day of consulting on horrific crime scenes and photos. Elwyn parked up and noticed Samantha's car already there. As he got out, he saw Samantha doing the same a few feet away from his space. Something made him notice that the CCTV camera was unplugged...Elwyn locked the car, holding a recyclable plastic bag containing his stuff for the day.

Detective Samantha Kingston spoke to Elwyn as she walked closer..." Hey, morning!"

" Good morning. " Then, he remembered yesterday. " We'll talk later on, or something, okay?"

"...Okay." Samantha replied, her voice busy while she did something behind Elwyn.

The halothane-soaked cloth was already on Elwyn's surprised face before he realised Samantha had closed the distance: " WHat Th-MMmp! Mnmm!!!"

" Sshh,ssh, take it in. Deep breaths!" Samantha grunted in his right ear, holding him as the halothane burned his throat, caused him to hold his breath a little. Samantha's breath warming his ear, grunting with the effort of holding him. The world started to spin before his eyes - the halothane worked incredibly fast!

"Mmph...Nnoo...Nnnaohh...Nmm...Mmm...mmm..." A creeping warmth moving up Elwyn's body. His eyes swam. Thumping darkness knocking Elwyn down, down, unable to breathe.

" That's it...Breathe it in: I know you. I know you love this...Sssh, sssh."

...Elwyn's heart started thumping lower, lower...Darkness falling on him. Samantha's voice dropping in and out, his ears ringing. He realised he had a huge erection in his pants! A little pre-cum gushing out into his boxer shorts!

Darkness. He felt his limp body being moved. Samantha moving him into her car...

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Elwyn woke up from the halothane over an hour later. " Huhhh...," he groaned, eyes opening.

" Hi! I know you probably just hate me right now-" Samantha's voice beside him.

" Nuh,nno, I, I don't hate you...Whhere..."

" Where are you? In my bedroom. I took the day off, and so did you, by text and E-mail! I had a uniform take your car back."

Elwyn looked around, realising he was still clothed, but handcuffed comfortably, with pink fluffy-lined handcuffs to Samantha's bed! Oh, great, Elwyn thought: all this time I've always wanted to be inside Sam's house, or her bedroom, and THIS is how it turns out!

" Sorry about the halothane and everything, but I couldn't take the risk."

Elwyn frowned and his face made Samantha laugh at his almost comical expression. " What?"

" Nothing; you should just see your face right now...So, do you forgive me?"

" Yes." Elwyn said, with a sigh.

They locked eyes. Samantha lolled her beautiful face to one side, her long red hair falling down until she swiped it back and took in a nasal breath. Elwyn's heart skipped a beat, watching her nose minutely crinkle. He blinked softly.

" So you're okay with this?"

Elwyn nodded, looking at the casual work suit Samantha wore. Samantha noticed. Silence between them both. Samantha stood up and started undressing Elwyn. Taking off his shoes and socks. She stopped for a beat, unzipping Elwyn's pants and grunted as she pulled them down. "Ugh!...Ha..." She said, throwing them down on the bedroom floor. Samantha straightened herself, awkwardly unzipping her entire suit garments. Elwyn breathed in, catching her deoderant's fresh scent and her subtle sweat scent.

" Ahh..," Samantha exhaled, now pawing the bed, arms between his prone body, looking down into Elwyn's fascinated eyes. Her red hair becoming a curtain on one side of his face, tickling him!

" Wow..." was all he could say. " My...My shirt and stuff?"

Samantha smiled, uncuffing him so as to undress him completely: " Don't do anything! Okay? I've got a pre-soaked halothane cloth on the nightstand over there!" She pointed to the wet cloth inside a ziplock bag. Elwyn looked and back to her, he licked dry lips...Hoping she would! again...Heart beating in his chest. Samantha knew by his expression how turned on he was. She got comfortable on his crotch, feeling Elwyn's erection pushing up! Her wetness growing.

" okay," he said," I'll behave..." failing to hide his smirk.

" You will or I'll gag you with my panties! OR...I'll soak these panties in halothane and I'll knock you out with them! Sound good?"

Elwyn mimed a mock YELL, but she clamped a soft hand over his mouth! Elwyn smiled and she released her hand. Samantha undressed Elwyn's shirt. She warmed her hands on his chest. Next she turned away and managed to take off her dampened panties, sitting on Elwyn's legs. Elwyn felt her warmth and weight there. Samantha threw the panties and they landed near Elwyn's face. "Oops!" Samantha laughed. The sweet smelling panties flopped down by her captive's neck, before he picked them up, she recuffed him, moving her body forward and noticing Elwyn's four inch erection beneath her slim belly. Samantha finished and leant down. Her warm, moist lips kissing his dry mouth, then sucking on each other's mouths. Elwyn loved feeling her tounge then licking the left side of his face, down, then up...

He panted, erection bobbing up and around with excitement, some of her pussy's juices dripping down on his stomach. Samantha gently withdrew to fetch a condom packet, biting off one side. Elwyn sighed with a little bit of disappointment: he wanted desperately to "feel" inside her pussy; bareback. Samantha put the condom onto Elwyn's throbbing erection, admiring it and then positioned herself..."Oh! Ooo!..", she exhaled as he entered her wet pussy lips. Elwyn felt the beautiful wetness pushing down and around his cock, felt Samantha's needs and desires: connected. And she felt him too, he was sure. Connected in a physical way, as all lovers are, when fucking or lovemaking. Samantha drew up her spine. Bit her lower lip. Out of breath...Excited beyond measure. She laughed and so did he.

" DON'T TALK!" Samantha told Elwyn. He agreed with a rapid nod. Samantha pressed herself onto him, squashing her BC cup breasts onto his chest, kissing, licking his face, eyes open. Staring into his beautiful eyes. Time got lost between them. Samantha's bucking motion got faster, digging herself in. Staring into his face...Elwyn's eyes went wider, feeling Samantha's orgasm starting to rise..Samantha's mouth gaped open - the gushing orgasm SURPRISING HERSELF!

Samantha let out a tinny, plaintative animal-like whine as she CAME!: " Who- Ooo...Oh...Umm...Ooo, ooo..." slowing down her pelvic grinding, smiling now. Samantha started to laugh giddily immediately after...

Samantha kissed her lover and saw the tears running down his face...

" What? You okay?"

" I'm fine. You're just so beautiful..."

" Awww..." She kissed him slowly. " You're so sweet..."

Samantha's face lit up and she blinked. She kissed him, still giddy and grabbed for the ziplock bag, opening it. Elwyn had no idea as Samantha held the halothane-soaked cloth over his surprised face.

" Now - CUM!" She ordered him!

" Mmmph..." Elwyn sighed, sucking in the halothane fumes.

" Cum for me..."

Samantha came again, her orgasm flipping over and over in waves of pleasure...Elwyn's eyes swam...Feeling so much at once as the pleasureable darkness overcame him, he squirted cum inside her as he passed out. Samantha withdrew the cloth, leaning down to kiss him.

" ...Poor baby..." she sighed, inhaling...A chemical taste in her mouth...The room spun. Heartbeat thump-thumping in her ears and a ringing sound.

Oh, no, she thought, realising she was sharing a contact high from the halothane stink all over her lover's sleeping face! : I'm gonna pass out, she thought.

" Oh...fahk!..." she said in a low whisper, face numb. Her eyes swam. Samantha's body went limp and she dove into unconsciousness over Elwyn's.

Faces together, sleeping off the halothane.

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The man studied his new subject.  She seemed to have a strong will to go along with her georgous body.  It was as he liked though, the man was an expert of breaking the will of a woman.  He always liked the next part.  He didn't do anything that would harm the girl, violence wasn't the answer when their looks meant their price.  Not tto mention his buyers liked their new slaves to be well adapted to the things they would soon be doing.  

He grabbed the limp girl, One arm to steady the body, one hand in the belt loops of Sophies pants, and hefted her up on his shoulder.  She was light as a feather in his arms, and he went over the list of buyers he could request who would pay handsomly for her figure.  

He took her out of the cage, making doubly sure she was still asleep.  The girl was snoring lightly.  He walked her out of the room where Abby still slept on the floor.  With one hand, he opened a door, revealing a room he was very proud of.  

The room was big and ugly, paint chipped off the walls giving it a familiar Steven King tone.  In the middle of the room there was an operating table he had embedded into the floor.  Beside it was a cart with all the familiar paraphinalia.  Gas Tanks, hoses, rebreather bag, valves, and guages were all there as if it were any normal operating theater.  The table itself had had been used for multiple types of operations, and included movable joints at the hip and shoulder areas.  He could stretch a person out, especially with the straps he had embedded into it.  

He set Sophie on the table, and went to work strapping her in.  Her head bobbed, and he knew she was on the brink of regaining conciousness.  With that in mind he worked quickly, making sure Sophie was secure before turning to his equipment and preparing it.  Once he was pleased that everything seemed okay, he tuned back to her and began to tap her lightly on the cheek.  "I want you awake for this part dear, don't disapoint me."

Sophies closed eyes seemed to blink, she was coming too.  Little frustrated moans came out of her, and her eyes opened with a dazed look.  "What?"  It takes her a minute, but she seems to realize her situation bit by bit.  "You again"  She moves, and her eyebrows knit as she uses what little energy she has to look down at herself.  Sudden a look of anger and terror flood her.  "Let me go!  Get this straps off me!  Who the hell are you!"

"I'm your host.  I normally deal in crack whores who don't pay their dues, but some very powerful people wanted your friend gone, and a slaver is a quick way to do it.  They had the money, they got the best.  Your friend didn't even know she was being followed until I shot her with the dart.  Then she woke up acting tough, telling me that people would find her.  If you want to blame anyone for your current situation, blame your friend.  Because you know my location, I need to take you out of the equation.  I have to break your will like some common gutter slut.  I apologize, but you are now the property of the black market.  Speaking of black..."  He turns away from Sophie, picks up a mask he had connected to the hoses and shows it to her.  "What do you think of this?  This amazing little rubber piece is called black beauty.  It's going to go over your nose and mouth and feed you gas that will turn you into my drooling little bitch.  You saw your friend, how she just stood their and let me chloroform her.  That will be you soon."

"Let us go!  Hell I'm sure Abby will even drop out of the Gillespie case!  You've had your fun with her!  She's under your power!  All you have to do is tell her not to pursue it and she won't!"

The man stares down at his terrified victem and smiles beneath his gas mask.  She tries to work at the restraints, but it's no use. He tuens back around and turns a dial that inflates the rebreather bag.  "This next one is called Nitrous Oxide.  For anybody who has ever had a cracker and a balloon it's laughing gas though.  I'm sure you'll be more compliant in just a little bit.  Enjoy it." 

"No!  I don't want it! MMPH!"  The mask is clamped down over her nose and mouth, "Mmmph  mmmph...I don't want it!"  Sophie gives the man a grumble and then glares at him.  The man nods as he watches her breathing willingly this time.  

"Good girl, you aren't fighting the mask, you couldn't if you tried."  He watches, as Sophie's eyes suddenly get wide for just a moment.  "It's a high concentration of gas.  You're already feeling it and it will only intensify."  

To the man, Sophies eyes tell the story.  Right now the buzzing was getting stronger.  Her ears were echoing everything and there was a pulsing pattern of color starting to take over the world around her.  Next her muscles would begin to relax as she completely unfocused from the world.  After that...Sophie giggled.

"So how do you feel Sophie?  Are you ready to cooperate with me?  I can always up the concentration of the gas for you." 

"I feel like I'm flying,"  Her eyes float about the room, as her eye lids stay just barely open.  The man looks at her with approval as it's clear she's succumbed to the gas.  "I don't need anymore of this, I'm already stoned.  I'll cooperate, just no more."  Sophie would have questioned herself had she the ability to think at the moment.  It was like suddenly nothing mattered, she was relaxed, watching the room pulse.  Her kidnap, and that of her friends didn't seem to affect her now.

 This was one of the easier inductions the man had been through.  Sophie hadn't resisted him much this time around, she was smart enough to know the end game.  With approval, the man stroked her face softly, letting his hand run down off her chin, down the arc of her neck, and onto her breast.  "Lets start simple, tell me your name."

Sophie giggled again, and looked at him, "My name is Sophie.  What do you want from me?"

"I want you to call me master Sophie.  I haven't quite made that happen yet with Abby, but in time you will learn."

Suddenly her focus seemed to come back, nothing is better at sobering a person than kidnap.  "No!  You're not my master!  Where's Abby?  I want to see her!"  Her words come out stumbly and almost childish.  

"She's sleeping Sophie, I doubt there's much to see except for a drooling mess on the floor.  It's too bad you won't call me master, it would have made things a little easier for you.  After I break you, I'm going to sell you to the highest bidder.  They all like my products, because they're all top of the line.  I don't know about you though, so I think it's time to examine my newest slave."

"NO!  DON'T TOUCH ME!"  It was meant to be a scream, but came out as a muffled whine.  

The man simply turned around and turned up the gas.  He waited, watching her.  Each stared at the other, Sophie breathed.  Then her head lulled to the side, her mind no longer able to make out the world around her.  Her eyes remained open, but her head was so full of the gas that the next couple of hours would be barely noticable for her, if at all.  She was his, whether she liked it or not.

End Episode 2

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It had all come down to this.  A set of abandoned warehouses on the outskirts of Las Angeles.  A black haired, brown eyed girl creeps along the building, taser drawn and ready.  She makes sure she isn't seen through any of the large industrial windows, though from time to time she peeks in to see if she can catch a glimpse of what she's looking for.  

She comes to a door, probably used for smoke breaks as it opened up to an old rotting picnic pavillion in the center of the large buildings.  The woman opens it slowly, keeping out of site and waiting a moment before peering around the corner.  The whole thing was honestly forgien to her, she was a private investigator for a firm in LA, but most perps she had apprehended were slow moving slobs and druggies, or gave up on the spot.  This was the first real time she had ever really been in danger, but this was one that she had to do on her own.  Whether they were bought out or too stupid to do anything about it, the cops had simply refused her request to investigate the old industrial ruins, reciting a few laws and addendums about proof, and a few cliche's  about what the judge will do if they throw a hunch at him and ask for a search warrent.  For the time being, she was on her own.

The hallway was empty that she could see.  No trip wires, no bad guys in wait.  Her body loosened, and she walked in.  It wasn't too steps until she her a zipping sound and felt a sharp pain in her butt.  She turned around with a gasp, noticing suddenly an out of place working camera above her.  under it was a tube-like hole, and in her ass was a dart.  The black haired girl looked around frantically, and started to limp towards the doorway, but her legs were already tingling, and her body felt like it was swelling.  She noticed that her breathing seemed to be getting louder, and echoey, her eyes began to relax, and the spark of life within her faded.  The girl fell.

Now she lies on the ground, helpless.  The world was an echo chamber, and making less and less sense as her brain began to shut down.  A person came around the corner and stared at her.  She looked at him, her mouth hanging open, her eyes barely open.  "Who...who are you?"  Her words are heavily slurred.

The man just laughs, though by this point the girl can't hear his muffled voice.  She gives a last frustrated moan and goes completely limp, her eyes going completely dead, and finally closing.  The man comes over, giving her a look.  The Black haired woman is attractive, certainly by his standards, and most undoubtedly by the standards of any of his buyers.  He moves her, testing her weight and happy that she's light.  Suddenly she's up in his arms, her head limply rolling with the gait of his movements.  

He carries her to a room in the middle of the building, away from all windows.  It has two cages that seemed to have been welded in place after the factory was shut down.  In one of them is a sholder length redheaded girl, who immediately stands up in horror when she sees the man enter.  "What the fuck did you do to her!  Is she..."

"It's the same thing I did to you.  Your friend is a sleepy girl ight now, but she will wake up soon enough."  The man wears an Israeli style gas mask over his face, concealing his identity.  The mask makes his voice sound distorted and deep.  "Prepare her Abby.  I want her to know what's going to happen."  The man locks the black haired girl in her new cell and leaves.  

Abby simply stares at her friend, a sinking feeling in her heart.  Now they were both trapped, and escape was impossible, just as the man had told her when she had been taken in an ally in what now seemed forever ago.  

The new girl begins to move, Abby runs over to the cage bars and rattles them, closely monitoring the her friends movements.  The girl with the black hair stretches out, her eyes opening and closing slowly, "Wha...wha...happened...Abby...is tha...you?"  

Abby turns as red as her hair, suddenly frustrated.  "Sophie why are you here?  Why would you come alone!  You had to know what would happen if you did!"  Her friend seems to try to respond but her mouth just hangs open and she moans again, stretching on the floor one more time.  Abby feels a cold chill run up her, tears well in her eyes.  "I'm sorry hun,"  she leans on the bars and slides down into a crouched sitting position.  "I'm sorry I got you into this."

"I had to try Abby...I had to find you.  I told the cops about the slave market in LA, but they didn't believe me, so I had to come find you myself.  Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm still going to find a way out of this..."  The sleepy girl still lies on the floor, her body still shakey from the drugs.  "What did he do to you AbbY?  Where did they find you?  Are you okay?"

Abby nods her head, though the other girl doesn't see it.  "Yeah I'm fine.  Remember the Gullespie case I was free lansing for?  The mafia don's son got in some deep shit one moment, and the next all the evidence in lockup goes missing?  I was tracking that down, and got a call from a guy who had information for me.  He said he'd meet me.  Next thing I know, I'm getting shot by a dart gun, and wake up here."  Abby looks over at Sophie, who is just now trying to sit up.  "He feeds me well enough, lets me go to the bathroom when I need to, but there's something else Abby...this guy tries to train his women into submission, and he has all the tools to do it too.  I've been shot with darts, chloroformed, injected...I mean jesus this guy even has his own anesthesia theater in the next room!  Then when you're too weak to fight, he takes advantage of you, and tries to break your will..."

Sophie has herself propped up against the bars, althoug her body still slumps and her eyes are still dialated.  Unfocusedly they glance over at Abby, her mouth hangs open sleepily and with suprise.  "Oh my god, I'm sorry Abby, we'll get out of here."

Abby shakes her head and looks over at her friend, "Sophie, at this point I've had more chemicles in me than Arnold Schwartzenegger.  When I am awake my head is usually pounding, and the only way to make it subside is for that next round of knock outs to come.  Honestly I can barely wait at this point."

They sit in silence for a few minutes, when the masked man walks back in.  Sophie's unfocused eyes go wide, and a sudden burst of energy burns through the haze, but she isn't able to mask her fear.  The man in the gas mask looks at her silently, as she back peddles against the concrete floor to the bars behind her, subconciously wanting to get as far away from the man as possible.  

The man has delighted in keeping his intentions a secret, watching the mind of his new victim race.   Then he turns his attention to the other one, his red head, and holds up a cloth.  

Abby looks at him and stands up, her back to the bars.  Unlike Sophie however, she doesn't flinch at hs every movement.  "So, are we doing this like normal Gas Mask guy?"  She keeps her head held high, her look defiant, as she stares him down.

He nods, his movements deliberate to look just as imposing.  "Breath deeply Abby.  As for you new girl, I want you to watch carefully, as you are my newest puppet."  In his other hand he holds a brown bottle.  He puts the cloth up to it, and turns it over.  A slightly sweet chemical oder reaches Sophie's nose.

"No!  Don't you touch her!!"  Sophie replies.  She's still have numb from the dart, but she begins to fight her way to her feet.

The gas masked man walks over to Abby's cage and opens the door to it.  "Stay Standing, I'll catch you."  Suddenly the chloth is pressed against her nose and mouth.  Abby yelps, but then stares her captor directly in his eyes and furrows her brow.  It was a scenario she was used too, and she knew he was too strong to fight off, but she wouldn't go down without him knowing he hadn't won.  

He could hear her breathing from the cloth, her eyes were watering from the chemicals, and it looks as though her defiant stare was becoming a stoned dull one.  

"Mmmph!"  Abby wanted to hold out as long as possible, if only to show him that she was fighting.  "Mmmph...mmmph..."  It was no good, her head was becoming heavier than her body, her legs were nowhere to be found.

Her head went first.  All of her red hair fell forward, covering her face as her eyes slid closed.  Then her legs buckled, and the man caught her, lowering her down to the floor.  

He decided to talk from inside Abby's cage.  He had always had a flair for the dramatics, a good nightmare scenario always involved a masked man partially obscured by obstacles, and what was better than trapping steel?  He turned to Sophie, "Your cage has a computer system that changes pin numbers every single time I open and close the door.  I recieve the new ones at an undisclosed location, but you will never know them.  In the event you do escape, be warned that this entire building has been relined with traps.  While you slept, I went from doorway to doorway, securing this place with leathal killing machines.  No more nap times for you if you fail to comply with my wishes.  Do you understand?"

"Go to hell!"

He's on the move, resoaking his cloth as he goes.  "I understand your hesitation to comply with my wishes.  After all, you were supposed to have stopped me by now.  Your mind will change soon though."

The man types in the code for Sophie's door and opens it, closing it behind him.  Sophie stands there, ready to sprint, but still holding heavily onto the cage for support.  Her captor stands in front of her, waiting for her to make a first move.  

Sophie watches the man, cloth in hand and ready.  Her jaw quivers, and she knows she not up for fighting him, but she has to try something.  With that she lunges foward, trying to find a weakness in the man.  

The girl hits him suprisingly solidly in the stomach, though still without the power needed to double him.  He grabs her and sends her back against the cage.  

"NO!"  She yells, the cloths goes over her face, and suddenly she's twisting and turning, trying to break free.  One of her hands tries to pry the hand away from her face, and the other claws at him.  It's clear to the man that she's holding her breath, so he decides to help her.  

With a firm grasp on her stomach, he pushes inward, feeling her hot breath exhale forcefully through the cloth, and the coolness of her inhale as she gets her first lungfull of chloroform.  She coughs, and tries to claw him, but the chloroform has already made her feel even weaker than she was already.

"You're going to sleep now girl.  You're already having trouble fighting it.  Just give in."

The black haired girl gives a growl, but even that is followed by a quick panicked moan.  He presseds on her stomache again, another breath.  She squeals, but this time the world doesn't stop spinning around her.  Her eyes go crossed, "Mmmph....mmph...mmph..."  Her moans are weaker now.  She takes another breath of her own free will.  "Mmmph...mmmph..."  Her eyes flutter.  "Mph..."  Sophie closes her eyes, sleepiness overpowering her wll.  

"I have special plans for you girl."  The man says to her limp body...

End of Episode 1

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Jim had been staring blankly out at the garden for at least half an hour before Trish knocked at the door. Startled, he walked through the hallway to the door, stopping only to slip some knockout powder in the glass of wine nearest the door. Before he let Trish in, he closed his eyes and gave a deep breath.

 

"Hey Jim!"

 

Trish was fairly petite, about 5'3, but very beautiful for her age. Her tanktop and jean shorts showed that her skin was tan and freckled, her breasts and thighs still thick and firm at 42. Even the birth of two kids hadn't turned her tight stomach into mush. Her brown hair went to her shoulders and as Jimmy leaned in to hug and kiss her cheek he could smell her sweet shampoo.

 

Trish and Jim had been friends for almost twenty years and Jimmy had had a crush on her for at least 19. A combination of bad timing and anxiety had caused him to never make a move. It was his job, however, that forced him to make one now. Out of college, Jim went to work as a mortgage broker. Now, Jim had a heart of gold, but he also had a penchant for hanging with the wrong crowd. It wasn't long before he starting running with young mobsters. One of the older heads noticed Jim's intelligence and offered him an interesting job; kidnapping. While he was nervous at first, he quickly found that it came easy to him. It paid more than his broker job but he still had to keep it as a front. Only a few people, his cousin and best friends, knew about his job. And for awhile all was well.

 

Until last week. The Mob Jim worked for was helping incumbent Mayor Jeff Douglas get re-elected, and a devious plan was in motion. The main opposition to Douglas was none other than Trish's father, Andrew Margioli. The plan was to kidnap Trish as ransom for Andrew to stop paying his PR people. This haunted Jim, but he knew he had no choice, unless he wanted to get killed.

 

"You want some wine?" Jim asked Trish.

 

"Come on, what do you think?" she retorted rolling her eyes and giggling.

 

Jim handed her the drugged glass, and took the un-drugged one. It was time to start playing her. 

 

"So what's new kid? I haven't seen you in almost a month," he said.

 

"Well, I've still been in court with Tim," she said disparigingly, gulping down her wine. Jim knew Trish was, if not a lush, certainly prone to drinking many of their friends under the table.

 

The sleeping powder Jim had put in her drink was much more powerful than standard street ruffie. The effects were very quick and long lasting. Trish had barely set down her drink after her first gulp before she started swaying.

 

Jim quickly put his hand around her waist. "Jim...?" came softly out her mouth before her eyes rolled and her head lolled back, her body soon slumping against him behind it, completely unconscious. Her head dangled backwards, her mouth gaping open. Her right arm lay across her stomach, her left dangling in the air. Jim picked up her limp arm, feeling her smooth kin, and then dropped itHe was felt her warmth and dead weight, eyeing her breasts sticking out. Finally his conscience lost and groped them. He immediately cursed himself as he looked into her beautiful, usually perky and feisty face now slack as can be, with her hair swaying gently.

 

He picked her up in a cradle carry feeling a mix of power and deviousness and her dead limp form swayed in his arms. He felt her warm, smooth thighs and felt a strong urge to lay her down and go to work. But he looked back into her unconscious face and snapped out of it. He carried her to the back door, open it, and stepped into the night. He walked to his car and popped then. Then he, bent down and let her lifeless body slide from his. Her mouth was now only half open and her left arm slid from her stomach with thump. He took great care to lay both her arms against her stomach, and then gently stroked her lifeless face. 

 

"Sorry," he whispered.

 

He then closed the trunk, looked up into the sky, and took a deep breath. The easy part was now over.

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