Beauty Salon: Part 1, 2 & 3

Part 1 “Amy”
Alison looked at the clock as fantasies raced through her mind. It was just after 11 AM. The shop would close for lunch at noon. The next appointment wasn’t until 2PM. That appointment was the main focus of Alison’s mental dilemma! It was Mandy, a young model that she lusted for. Mandy had the longest, thickest, and shiniest hair she had ever seen. Mandy was a brunette about 5 feet 5 and slender. Her breasts were well rounded and her eyes were a deep blue.

It was Mandy’s thick and beyond waist length hair, and oh yes her legs that were giving Alison fits. Mandy always wore sheer dark hose and black patent thigh high boots that covered all too much of her legs. Alison needed a way to get Mandy’s boots and hose off and see those legs up close. The shop did hair only though, so there was no easy way to do this.

Alison and her new partner Amy ran a new and upcoming salon. They only did hair by appointment and only had a small number of clients so far. Alison was 30 years old and used to be a pantyhose model. Her legs and feet were exceptional. Her beasts were small though, and that limited her to leg modeling work. She had dark hair and brown eyes.

Amy was in her mid 20’s and was only 5 feet 2. She had long, thick, black hair and green eyes. She had large breasts and also had legs that turned heads. Alison also had her eye on Amy as well. Several times Alison had done Amy’s hair. Alison was holding Amy’s head in her hands and shampooing her long hair. The suds were everywhere. She lovingly ran her hands through Amy’s hair and suds for a little too long. Amy balked at the time it was taking and she had to stop and rinse her.

As Alison dried Amy’s shiny hair, she was looking at her legs. Both Alison and Amy wore black, soft leather, spike heeled boots. They were below calf in length and zipped up the side. From just above where the boots left off and the short protective cape’s bottom began, Alison could see Amy’s legs through her sheer and silky black hose. Alison was lifting the cape up and unzipping Amy’s boots and slipping them off in her mind each time she did her hair.

Allison would always end up with Amy’s hair dry, down, and slightly below shoulder length. She hated the next part. She had to bundle it up in an upswept do. Alison loved to see Amy with her hair down like this. Both Alison and Amy wore their hair in upswept dos since it was good for business. The “slutty” upswept hair, along with tight short skirts, and short spike heeled boots was all the rage among the clients they had.

Alison liked men and had a steady boyfriend. It was a close kept secret that she also liked women. The salon gave her a chance to be with attractive young women up close, but that was no longer enough. Every time she had a woman in the chair, she imagined her unconscious. Yes, that way she could live out her fantasies in secret. But there were hurdles to cross. How to do it, and also what about Amy? Would she go along? Alison sensed that Amy also liked women. Perhaps she could be seduced into it somehow.

The unconscious part could be arranged. She had already given that much thought. Alison had considered roofies, but that would knock the woman out for 5 or 6 hours. It would also take too long for them to take effect. No, chloroform was the answer. It worked quickly, and didn’t last too long.

Alison had duped her boyfriend into getting her the chloroform for bedroom play. She had him pour it on a small cloth and put her under. As she faded into unconsciousness the first time, she fantasized about putting a woman to sleep in the salon chair! Not just any woman either! It had been Mandy in her fantasy all along.

Now the bottle of chloroform was in the cabinet with the shampoos and conditioners next to Alison’s chair and work station. Alison desperately wanted to put Mandy under in the chair and have her way with her. They would be alone in the shop and all else was in place. All but Amy, that is.

Alison suddenly had an idea! She had several hours until Mandy got there. She would try things out on Amy!

“Why don’t we close for lunch early, and I’ll do your hair?” Alison asked out of nowhere. Amy paused and said,

“That’s a great idea! My hair is a mess.”

“Let the games begin!” Alison thought to herself as Amy took her place in the chair. Once Amy was seated, Alison positioned the cape around her and snapped it around her tiny neck.

Amy was all smiles as she relaxed in the chair. Alison went to the shop door and placed the “out to lunch” sign in place. Then she pulled down the shade so nobody could see inside.

Amy lowered her head back into the basin, as Alison reclined the chair. Once Amy’s head was well soaked with warm water, Alison applied the shampoo. She put much more on than normal and made a huge lather.

Amy sat in mini ecstasy as Alison’s skilled hands massaged her scalp and washed her hair. Finally Allison was finished and said that she would try a new conditioner on her. Amy smiled and said,

“OK; go right ahead.”

Alison slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and opened the bottle of chloroform. Then she poured a generous amount into Amy’s sudsy hair and made sure that the chloroform soaked portion was over her face in front of her nose and mouth.

“Close your eyes, this stuff may burn them.” Alison warned her unwitting prey.

“I already have them closed.” Amy said. “That conditioner smells sweet compared to our others, but strong though.”

“It’s already making your hair extra shiny” Allison said as she worked the chloroform into the suds. She carefully kept that portion of Amy’s hair away from herself and over Amy’s face so it could work its magic.

Amy was suddenly feeling lightheaded and dreamy. She couldn’t open her eyes yet since she had not been rinsed yet. Amy said to Alison,

“You better rinse me now; the odor of that stuff is making me diz…”

Suddenly Amy fell silent. Her head was now limp in Alison’s hands. Alison’s heart was pounding in the excitement! She quickly rinsed Amy’s silky hair and wrapped a towel around it. Then she took a small towel and poured some chloroform on it. She held this over Amy’s nose and mouth for over a minute to keep her out for at least an hour.

Alison raised the chair away from the sink and pulled off the cape. Then she got on her knees and slowly unzipped both of Amy’s boots. They slipped off easily, once undone. Alison caressed Amy’s stocking legs and feet for some time. Then she turned her attention to Amy’s head.

Alison removed the towel and started the blow dryer. She rested Amy’s very limp head against the back of the chair and slowly dried her hair. Once it was dry and fluffy, she left it down. Then she stepped back to admire her unconscious partner.

Oh yes, it was everything that Alison had dreamed about and then some! Amy was totally limp in the chair with her eyes closed and her mouth part way open. Her boots were off, but Alison still needed more excitement. She slowly began undoing the small buttons on Amy’s white blouse. When they were all undone, she pulled the blouse out from Amy’s skirt and slipped it off of her.

Amy’s white and frilly bra was visible now. One of her shoulder straps was already partly off of her tiny shoulder. Alison pushed it down the rest of the way and did the same to her other shoulder strap. Then she pulled Amy’s limp body away from the chair back and unsnapped the bra.

Alison was in awe as Amy’s huge and well rounded breasts flew free. She tossed the bra aside and fondled the now nude breasts. They were firm and for sure they were real! Alison tasted both her tiny nipples. Then she adjusted Amy’s sprawled and shiny hair so that it was touching the tops of her breasts. That gave her a nice sultry look Alison thought to herself. Then she finally replaced Amy’s bra and blouse and repositioned her in the chair. Alison knelt down and played with Amy’s legs one last time before she replaced Amy’s boots. Finally she replaced the cape and put Amy’s hair up the normal way and left her in the chair sleeping peacefully.

Amy woke up suddenly and felt a little woozy. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she noticed that her eyes were out of focus at first. Then she slowly returned to normal and could see the beautiful job Alison had done on her hair. Alison was standing behind her.

Then Amy noticed the clock on the wall.

“My God, I’ve been asleep for nearly 2 hours!” she remarked. “What was in that conditioner anyway?”

Alison decided to take a chance now.

“It wasn’t conditioner, it was chloroform.” Alison admitted as she held her breath awaiting the dreaded outcome.

“That felt really cool and I don’t remember anything that happened after you lathered me!” Amy said. “We could use that on the customers and have some fun.”

“Use it on the customers?” Alison asked. “What kind of fun did you have in mind?”

“You know; we could undress them, explore then, and maybe take some interesting photos.” Amy replied.

Alison was a little taken aback, but not all that surprised since she had long suspected that Amy liked women. Then she said,

“We have Mandy coming in today. How would you feel about trying it out on her?” Allison asked.

“Wow, Mandy’s really hot! Let’s do it,” Amy answered eagerly.

Yes, everything was in place now, including Amy. Alison could not wait for 2 PM to roll around!





Part 2 “Mandy”

Mandy arrived at the shop a few minutes early. As she walked inside, the heels of her shiny and squeaky black patent leather boots clicked along the salon’s floor. Mandy’s ultra long hair was darker than usual and a little oily. It was normally a shiny brown. It was below her waist by several inches, but she didn’t want it cut. Only the shampoo and blow dry were to be done today.

Alison escorted Mandy to her chair and placed the cape around her. Amy stood by watching and not knowing what to say or do. Mandy was dressed as usual. A tight blouse and a very short denim mini skirt. Her boots came to her thighs and only a slight amount of her nude hose could be seen.

Alison ran the water to get the temperature right and gently lowered Mandy’s head into the sink to get it wet. The huge amount of hair overwhelmed the small sink and required an awful lot of shampoo. “The more suds the better,” Alison thought to herself as she began her work.

Mandy sat happily as Alison’s skilled hands gently and lovingly washed her hair and massaged her scalp. Mandy was a little worried about the extreme thickness of Mandy’s hair though. She would have to apply the chloroform carefully so that enough would be close to Mandy’s nose and mouth.

Alison had her gloves on and was ready to apply the “so called” conditioner now. She held some of Mandy’s hair up over forehead and applied the chloroform carefully. Then she lowered that part of Mandy’s hair and let it hang over her face.

Mandy suddenly sensed that something was wrong. The conditioner was usually put on her after the rinse and not mixed in with this much lather. She started to complain and pushed her hair away from her face to do it.

Amy had seen that the plan was going south and jumped into action. She grabbed some of Mandy’s long hair and forced it back in front of her face. The suds were now in Mandy’s eyes and she started to complain and ask what was going on. When she didn’t hear any logical explanation, Mandy started to thrash around in the chair.

Alison had not been idle. She had soaked a small hand towel in chloroform and asked Mandy to calm down. She pretended that the towel was to wipe the shampoo off of Mandy’s face and out of her eyes.

Mandy stopped struggling and allowed Alison to wipe her face. Just as her face was free from the shampoo though, Alison suddenly held the cloth tightly over Mandy’s nose and mouth. Once again Mandy umpped and started to struggle. Alison held the cloth tightly in place. Mandy’s hands were under the cape and not of much use. Her eyes stung badly and she could not open them. Her struggle was all in vain.

Mandy was weakening now. She still couldn’t open her badly stinging eyes and was feeling light headed. All she had been able to breathe with all the suds around her was the chloroform. Then there was the chloroform on the towel.

Alison and Amy watched in excitement as Mandy started to melt in the chair. Her arms relaxed and her choking and umpping noises had stopped. Finally Mandy’s head was delightfully limp in Alison’s hands.

Alison wasn’t taking any chances. She held the chloroform soaked towel over Mandy’s beautiful face for nearly 2 minutes. Then she finally pulled it away. Mandy was as limp as a rag doll now, and Alison and Amy began rinsing her hair and cleaning up the mess from all the excess shampoo.

When they were done, Alison moved the chair to a more upright position and both she and Amy switched on blow driers and started the long task of drying all of Mandy’s hair. As Mandy’s hair dried and became its ever shiny brown, both of them ran their fingers through it and admired the smooth texture.

The driers were put away now and Mandy’s hair was finished. Now it was Amy and Alison’s turn for some fun! Alison knelt down and slowly unzipped one of Mandy’s boots. It was a long unzip from way up her thigh down to her foot. Finally there was the squeak of the patent leather boot being slipped off.

Alison now turned her attention to the other boot. Once it was off, she stepped back and admired Mandy’s awesome legs. To Alison’s surprise, Amy dropped to her knees and began massaging and worshiping Mandy’s stocking feet.

“This is going to be easier than I thought.” Alison thought to herself as she stood up and focused on Mandy’s slightly open mouth. As Amy was engrossed in nylon delight, Alison gently kissed Mandy’s open mouth. She was soon carried away and pulled Mandy’s jaw down and fully opened her limp and helpless mouth. Then she continued the open mouth soul kiss and probed deeply with her tongue.

Alison had always wondered why men always did this in passion. Now she knew! It was deliciously sweet to get that deep and close to a woman! Amy had not been idle. She had unzipped Mandy’s mini skirt and was pulling it down her long slender legs. Once Amy had the skirt off, she tossed it on the floor and began to pull off Mandy’s sheer pantyhose.

Alison had moved on and was unbuttoning Mandy’s blouse. That slipped off quickly and easily. Now Mandy was a breathtaking delight in her pink bra and panties set. Alison positioned Mandy’s limp head against the back of the chair just so and moved her hair around. Then Amy began taking pictures.

Amy put down the camera and reached behind Mandy’s neck and pulled her slightly away from the chair. Then with her free hand she reached behind Mandy’s back and unsnapped her bra. Mandy’s firm and pointed breasts popped out of the slightly too small cups and were a huge excitement for both of them! Amy finished removing the bra and tossed it on the floor with Mandy’s other clothes.

Alison was soon at work placing Mandy’s long hair around her nude breasts. Amy had other ideas and was pulling Mandy’s tiny panties down and off. Finally both Amy and Alison were satisfied. Mandy was limp and naked in the chair and her hair was sprawled around her like Lady Godiva’s! They took picture after picture.

Alison soaked the towel with more chloroform and once again held it over Mandy’s nose and mouth. After about a minute she pulled it away. Then both Amy and Alison began the task of re-dressing her. Finally Mandy was fully dressed and sleeping peacefully in the chair. Both girls watched her sleep and wondered what would happen when she woke up.

Mandy would doubtless complain! What would they say? How would they handle her? Both were past caring. They had both tasted their fantasy on the reality side of the line and were hooked. They would just have to wing it when Mandy woke up. After all, they could always chloroform Mandy back to sleep again, and again, and again if necessary.


Beauty Salon Part 3
“Alison”

Mandy was moving her lips and showing signs of waking up. Amy and Alison waited to see what would happen next. This time it was Amy that was getting the small white towel and chloroform ready just in case.

As Mandy finally opened her eyes, she could see her own fuzzy image in the mirror. As her vision came into focus, she could see the beautiful job that Alison had done on her hair. The sting in her eyes was gone, and all the shampoo had been cleaned up.

“I’m sorry the new conditioner we used made you cough and burned your eyes.” Allison told her, while holding her breath and dreading the outcome!

“New conditioner my ass!” Mandy snarled. “That was chloroform! A perv of a photographer put me under with that stuff when I first started modeling. At least he told me what he was going to do and paid me well. He also did it gently and didn’t use force like you two!”

Alison and Amy were shocked and didn’t know what to say. They started apologizing to Mandy.

“You know I could call the police and turn you two in.” Mandy said.

“What would it take for you to forget about this?” Amy asked.

“Well; let me think.” Mandy answered. “How about giving me a chance to experiment with the chloroform?”

“Sure; whatever you like.” Amy said handing Mandy the bottle of chloroform and the small towel.

Mandy told Alison to sit in her chair. As Mandy poured the chloroform, she held the bottle nearly a foot above the towel and Alison could see the stream pouring out onto the towel through the air.

“You don’t need to use that much!” Alison gasped.

Mandy placed the well soaked towel over Alison’s nose and mouth and held it gently. Alison didn’t dare struggle. She inhaled normally, just as she had with her boyfriend. Because of the huge amount Mandy had used, the room started spinning quickly and Alison’s eyes soon began to lose focus.

Mandy watched Alison’s eyes as they took on a glazed look. Then she noticed her eyes go into a rapid flutter. The flutter was cool looking, but rather brief. Alison’s eyes suddenly rolled upwards and gently closed, as her arms went slack and her head went limp.

Mandy was tingling all over with excitement. The rush of now having total control over a beautiful woman was awesome! She continued to hold the cloth on Alison for over a minute. Finally she pulled it away and put it down.

Amy was also very excited watching Alison being put to sleep. Then she was given instructions from Mandy.

“Take off her boots.” Mandy ordered.

Amy knelt down and gently unzipped Alison’s boots and slipped them off.

“Now kiss and worship her stocking feet.” Mandy commanded.

Amy had no choice but to comply. It was hardly punishment! Amy had been hot for Alison’s legs and feet from the beginning. After all, Alison had been a pantyhose model!

While Amy enjoyed her nylon fantasy, Mandy was busy unbuttoning Alison’s blouse. She had it off within a minute and also unhooked and removed Alison’s black lace bra. Alison was topless in the chair with her limp head resting on the back rest.

Mandy stood back a few feet to admire her prize. She was not used to seeing a woman with such small breasts topless. Alison’s tiny boobs pointed straight out and had no sag at all. The nipples were also small and perfectly round. Mandy bent over and sucked on each of them. They became erect and pointed almost instantly when stimulated.

“OK; time for you to take off her skirt.” Mandy ordered.

Amy complied once again and slipped Alison’s short skirt over her tiny hips and slender legs. Once it was off, Amy tossed it on the floor. Without Mandy asking, Amy removed Alison’s pantyhose next. When Amy reached to pull down Alison’s tiny black lace panties, Mandy stopped her.

“I’ll take care of those!” Mandy said.

Mandy slowly slipped off the tiny panties and sniffed them. Then she put them on the work station table. Alison was naked and totally helpless now. Just the way Mandy wanted her.

“Take off your skirt and blouse and sit in the chair next to her.” Mandy ordered.

Amy complied and quickly unhooked and unzipped her skirt first. It fell to the floor instantly. Then Amy slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. After her blouse hit the floor, Amy sat in the chair.

Amy knew that Mandy was going to put her under now. She was a little disappointed that she would miss what would happen from now on, but still she was excited about being clothed by such a hot woman!

Mandy had the chloroform bottle in her hand again, but she wasn’t about to use the towel this time. Instead she picked up Alison’s panties and began to totally saturate them with the chloroform!

“My God; I’m going to be out for hours!” Amy thought to herself as she shuddered over how much chloroform Mandy was pouring on the tiny panties.

Amy didn’t dare resist though, as Mandy held the soaked panties over her nose and mouth. The panties didn’t absorb like the towel, and the dose was overwhelming! Amy’s head was spinning and her ears were ringing almost immediately.

Mandy watched Amy’s sultry green eyes carefully. They soon had the flutter that she had begun to crave. Then Amy’s now drug glazed eyes suddenly rolled up and closed. Mandy held the panties there for nearly 2 minutes this time. Then she held them over Alison’s nose and mouth for a minute as well. Finally when she was satisfied that both women would be out for some time, Mandy put the panties back on the table.

Mandy knelt down and unzipped Amy’s boots. They slipped off easily and revealed her silky hose. Mandy enjoyed the hose for several minutes before she removed those as well. Then she stood up and admired Amy in just her bra and panties.

Eventually Mandy pulled Amy’s limp body forward and reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her huge boobs flew out and amazed Mandy. Mandy tossed the bra aside and slowly removed Amy’s panties. Afterwards she placed them on the table next to Alison’s.

Mandy now played with each of her sleeping and naked companions for some time. Then she soaked Amy’s panties with chloroform. She held them on each of the women for over a minute again. Then she sat in another chair and slowly and sensually removed her own boots. Once they were off, she held the chloroform soaked panties over her own nose and mouth with her left hand. Then with her right hand she began unbuttoning her blouse. One button, two buttons, three buttons, four buttons, five buttons, and six….

Alas, Mandy passed out with her fingers still on the last button. Her left arm then fell limp and Amy’s panties fell on the floor. Mandy’s thick waist length hair sprawled as her head fell limp to the side. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was half open.

Credit to: C.BisCuit

The Perfect Couple

Rob and Jennifer Prowler were the perfect team. They had been married for 3 years now. Rob was 27 and about 6 feet 2. He had long, sandy blonde hair and a well rippled body. He also had blue “bedroom” eyes and a way with women. Jennifer was 25 and about 5 feet 4 with shiny brown hair and also had blue eyes. Her breasts were fairly large and well formed. He legs turned heads everywhere she went, and she always wore short skirts or shorts to show them off.

It was the end of summer, and both were wearing t shirts and sneakers. Rob wore long pants and Jen was in shorts. Jen was also was braless tonight as a special treat for Rob. She owed him that much. Much of tonight’s caper was all her idea and fantasy. Rob was a little uneasy with it, since they didn’t usually take such risks, especially this close to home.

Normally they traveled for their escapades, but tonight they were only 12 miles from home. Tonight’s objective was a home invasion. Jen had met a hot looking mid 20’s lesbian couple in the bar where she used to work. Both girls were models. They lived alone and would be vulnerable now. She trembled with excitement as they approached the house. They had left their car several blocks away, and were approaching the back window of the house on foot.

It was about one AM and the girls would be upstairs in bed asleep. The weather that evening had been beautiful, and everyone had their windows open to enjoy it. Rob cut the screen that was covering the half way open kitchen window, and once that was out of the way, he opened the window fully. Then he easily lifted Jen up so she could climb inside. Once she was inside the house, Jen quietly closed the widow part of the way and walked to the back door and let Rob inside. All was quiet and the lights in the house were off. They went to the living room sofa and sat down.

The street light shining through the large front window provided just enough illumination for them to make preparations. Rob opened his small back pack and got the bottle of chloroform ready. Then he took 2 small folded cloths out of his pocket. The plan called for Rob and Jen to sneak into the bedroom as the girls slept, and each would put one of the girls under with a soaked cloth.

Jennifer had a sleepy fetish that wouldn’t quit! It had started when she was a teen and had escalated since she met Rob. She also lusted for adventure and risk. Rob was more the quiet and cautious predator. This was sometimes a bone of contention between them. Tonight was one of those times. As Rob started to soak the first cloth, Jen was suddenly incredibly hot!

He couldn’t see the gleam in her eyes in the dimly lit room room, but he heard the excitement in her hoarse whisper clearly. “Before we go upstairs, why don’t you put me under right here on the sofa?” Rob’s answer was as she predicted.

“Are you crazy!” he whispered loudly. Then she sweet talked him, “You could pull the cloth away the second I’m under, and you can strip me naked and tie me up while I’m out too.”

That part intrigued him! He soaked the cloth thoroughly and held it over her nose and mouth. Jennifer felt a rush as never before as she deeply inhaled the potent fumes. First there was the excitement of the unlikely place and the danger. Then there was the anticipation of waking up bound and naked on a strange sofa. Her almost non existent fear quickly turned to euphoria as the chloroform did its work sedating her.

Rob was disappointed that he could not watch her eyes. He would feel her go limp though. That would have to be enough this time. After about a minute her body crumpled gently in his arms as expected. He held the cloth there for a few extra seconds after she was out anyway. Then he laid her limp body on the sofa.

Bob quickly untied and unlaced Jen’s sneakers. He would need the laces to tie her hands. Then he easily slipped the totally loose sneakers off. Her beautiful legs and feet were bare now. He lifted her up from under the shoulders and slipped her t shirt over her head. Then he put her down and unhooked and unzipped her shorts. They slipped down over her tiny hips easily. After they were off, he slipped off her sheer and very skimpy panties.

Rob turned Jennifer’s limp and nude body over and used her sneaker laces to tie her hands securely behind her back. The he lifted her up into a sitting position and rested her head against the back of the sofa. He sat next to her on the sofa with one arm around her shoulders, and fondled her awesome breasts with his free hand. Rob seemed to be getting into the excitement of it all as well. Having Jen knocked out, naked, bound, and totally helpless in a house they had broken into was at least something different anyway!

Suddenly Rob heard a noise form upstairs. One of the girls was up and apparently going to the bathroom! Rob held his totally limp wife in his arms and remained calm and quiet. Then he held the still wet cloth on her again for about 15 seconds. He didn’t want her waking up suddenly and making a noise now! It was safer to keep her deeply under for the time being. Her limp head rested on his shoulder as Rob silently waited. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Rob heard the toilet flush and footsteps. Now all was quiet again. He remained still and gave the girl upstairs a chance to fall back to sleep.

Jennifer was starting to stir about 20 minutes later. To Rob it had seemed like hours! He held his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet since she might forget where she was. Now she was awake and struggling in his arms. He kissed her gently to calm her down. Then she pulled away from him and struggled in her bonds for a minute or so. She was still pretty worked up over the excitement of it all! Then Rob quickly untied her hands.

Rob re-laced the sneakers while Jen put the rest of her clothes on. After that, she put her sneakers back on and re-tied them. She complimented him for being so resourceful and using her laces. They hadn’t brought any bondage stuff with them this time, and she wondered what he would use to bind her for her wake up.

Rob heavily soaked both cloths, handed Jen hers, and they quietly proceeded upstairs. Rob kept hold of his petite wife as they climbed the steps, since she was still a little shaky from the chloroform. When they reached the bedroom, the door was open. Luckily the girls were sleeping on opposite sides of the double bed. Rob and Jen split up, and each assumed their planned positions. Rob would give the nod to strike any minute.

By luck, Jen was on Megan’s side of the bed. Megan was the smaller and weaker of the two girls. Megan was just over 5 feet tall and weighed in at about 90 pounds. She had long silky blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Her body was slim and petite in every way including her small breasts. She was a cover girl model for a cosmetics company.

Rob was poised over Lisa. Lisa had long raven black hair and green eyes. She was about 5 feet 6 and weighed in at about 110. She modeled pantyhose and underwear for a catalog operation. Her breasts were larger than Megan’s, but not huge. Her legs were her major asset.

After what seemed like an eternity to Jen, Rob finally gave the nod to let the games begin. Both had their cloths tightly over the girls’ noses and mouths almost instantly. Megan gave a muffled cry and started to thrash around. Jen had no trouble holding her tiny body down though. Lisa barely even woke up however. Rob was a little disappointed that she didn’t struggle more. The room was too dark to see their eyes.

Suddenly Rob got the struggle he was expecting! Lisa came to life without warning and started to thrash around like a wildcat. He held her firmly and kept the cloth in place. Rob applied pressure to Lisa’s stomach to force her to breathe. That did the trick. After about 30 seconds, her arms seemed to lose all their strength and she was inhaling deeply like she was out of breath. 20 seconds later she was totally out.

After about a minute, Megan relaxed and went limp. Jen held the cloth on her for about 20 seconds to be sure though. Lisa was finally out now too. Rob held the cloth on her a little longer as well. Suddenly Jen hit the light switch. The room was as bright as day now. Jen eagerly yanked back the covers to expose their prey.

Both Jen and Rob were awestruck when they finally saw the unconscious girls! Megan was in a short and very sheer red teddy. Lisa was in a long sheer light blue nightgown. Jen went to Lisa and pulled her nightgown straps off her shoulders. Then she shifted the gown down and exposed her breasts. They were perfectly formed with large nipples. They looked smaller than they actually were, since she was lying on her back.

Rob picked up Megan and held her in cradle carry position. Her long silky hair was sprawling from her beautiful, but totally limp head. She looked like a living doll. Rob put Megan on top of Lisa and prepared to take some photos. As he pulled the camera out of his back pack, Jen put the girls’ arms in suggestive positions.

After about 10 minutes Jennifer removed Megan’s teddy first. Then she carefully laid her on the bed and went over to Lisa. She slowly pulled Lisa’s nightgown off and tossed it aside as well. Now the photo session was repeated with the girls’ naked on the bed. Rob put them in every possible position as Jen snapped picture after picture.

Jen put down the camera and picked up her now dry cloth. Rob took out the chloroform and re-soaked it for her. Jen held the cloth on each of the girls for about half a minute. Then Jen began to get undressed herself. Rob watched and was aroused as he watched his naked wife climb onto the bed and mingle with the girls’ limp bodies.

Rob let Jennifer have her fun for nearly half an hour and then he soaked a cloth again. He held it on Lisa for nearly a minute and then turned it on Megan. When he was done, he suddenly held the cloth on Jennifer. Jen jumped back and said “Hey! What are you doing?” in cloth muffled words. Rob held the cloth fast.

Jennifer quit struggling in a few seconds and just went with it. She knew that once he was determined like this, there was no stopping him. Rob watched her baby blue eyes flutter rapidly and close this time. That’s what he missed downstairs. It just wasn’t the same without seeing her beautiful eyes flutter. As soon as Jen was out, Rob pulled the cloth away and lowered her to the bed.

Rob played with all 3 women and took photos for himself. Then he put Megan’s red teddy on Jen. It was a little small, but she looked awesome in it anyway.

About 15 minutes later Jen woke up. She smiled at Rob when she noticed she was in Megan’s teddy. She stood up and did a little dance and stripped it off slowly. Jen was slightly dizzy from the chloroform and that made the dance all the more erotic to Rob! As Jen got dressed, Rob gave each of the models more chloroform.

They left the girls unconscious on the bed, packed their things, and locked the back door on their way out. They walked to the car quickly and went home. As soon as the car was in motion, Jen drifted off to sleep. As Rob drove her home, she was dreaming about how they met.

Jennifer was a waitress in a bar. She wore a denim mini skirt, sheer nude pantyhose and brown leather boots. Her blouse was white and frilly. She noticed Rob right away and started watching and wanting him, but he pretty much ignored her.

Many women would hit on Rob in the bar. Each time he came in, he only seemed interested in a certain woman that didn’t pay any attention to him however. He would sit next to her and start talking. When she was distracted he would slip 2 roofies in her drink. When the girl became sedated, he would put his strong arm around her. She would invariably let her sleepy head fall on his shoulder. Then he would kiss her deeply for a few minutes and lead her out of the bar.

Jen watched in awe as some of the girls nearly passed out completely as he half carried them to his car. Rob would return the following week and do it all over again. Some girls asked Jen if she knew the guy that they left with the previous week. She said “No.” and that was in fact the truth! All each girl ever remembered was that he was a dreamy guy.

Jen was having fits! She wanted him to drug her and carry her off, but how could she make it happen? One night she was off the clock, felt lucky, and took a bold stand. Jen watched Rob put the usual 2 pills in a girl’s drink. This time the girl excused herself and went to the ladies room before drinking it though.

Jen took over the girl’s seat immediately. Rob told her politely that the seat was already taken. Jen said playfully that she didn’t see anyone in the seat. Rob pointed to the drink. Jen said “Oh thanks for the drink” and picked it up and started to sip from the glass. Rob told her that she had better be careful about drinking from a strange glass. She asked him “Why?” He told her that it could be drugged or something. Jen picked up the glass saying “In that case I better finish it so I get all of whatever is in it!”

Rob couldn’t believe she drank the whole glass. Most girls drank less than half of the glass and stopped when the drug took hold! Now he had a problem. She had just consumed 2 whole roofies! She would pass out completely in a few minutes and be out cold for at least 8 hours! He had no choice but to invite her to go home with him.

“I thought you’d never ask!” she said to his surprise. He took her arm and led her to his car. She was OK for now, but he knew she wouldn’t last much longer! He opened the door of his SUV and let her into the front seat. Then he closed the door and walked around and got into the car himself.

When he started the car she leaned over against him. He leaned over and kissed her gently. Then she asked him to take off her boots. Rob leaned over and unzipped her left boot slowly. He legs were awesome, and he was hot for her now. He slipped the boot off her tiny foot and proceeded to remove the other one.

Jen leaned back in the bucket seat in ecstasy as he removed her boots and set her tired feet free. The cool carpet on the SUV’s floor felt wonderful on her stocking feet. He was kissing her again now. She ran her hands through his thick long hair. Suddenly her head was spinning. He was calling the name that was on her blouse. “Jennifer…” That’s the last thing she remembered.

When she woke up, she was in his apartment and it was the next day. He was standing over her calling her name again. She looked up and smiled. She already knew his name. She pretty well had his number too!

Suddenly Jen woke up in the car. Rob was shaking her and saying that they were home. She looked at him sleepily and asked if he would carry her inside. He walked around to her side of the car and lifted her out gently. She was smiling, and her drugged and sleepy looking eyes looked particularly erotic to him as he cradle carried her inside in his strong arms.

He carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. Afterwards, he helped her undress. Once she was naked, he reached in his back pack and pulled out Megan’s red teddy. She smiled as she got up off the bed and put it on. He was pouring a small amount of chloroform into a dust mask now. She came closer and let him strap it in place over her nose and mouth. Then she did her little dance again.

She lasted about 2 minutes before he had to catch her to prevent her from falling down. He carefully lowered her onto the bed while watching her beautiful blue eyes flutter rapidly and gently close. Then he undressed so he could join her in bed. Before Rob got into the bed, he poured a little more chloroform on the mask under Jen’s nose. She would get a nice long rest now…

Author: CBiscuit

Two is Better Than One

Jennifer was hurrying up. The local college football team had beaten their across town rivals 24-21, a mere field goal saving the day. However Jen could care less about that at this point. She was the captain of the varsity cheerleaders. At 5’10 with an impressive but still modest chest and long blonde hair she was every boy’s dream at the school. Jen was in full uniform for the latest game, the blue and white top with Eagles across her chest, pleated skirt that showed off her silken thighs. The girls at the last minute decided to wear the new dancer tights they had bought so her legs were incased in the band new hosiery.

A glance at her watch caused her to swear. She was supposed to meet Daren in the next fifteen minutes outside the school. Jen needed to change for the night of partying the two planned on. First her sneakers went off, revealing her pantyhosed soles. Jen then went to work on opening her locker. Why she was flipping through the combo she didn’t notice the figure closing behind her.

Jen had gotten the last number and pulled up on the lock for the door, opening it she caught a glimpse of something in her mirror, but it was too late. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind. A strong arm wrapped around her waist. Next she was pulled back and away from her locker. Jen opened her mouth to scream only to have a white cloth placed over her mouth and nose.

“MMPHHHP!!!!!” she screamed into the cloth. Her eyes rolled around in their sockets trying to see who was attacking her. A femmine hand kept the cloth over her face, an arm wearing tight black underarmor pinned Jen to her attacker. The cheer captain screamed and fought with all her strength. Her pantyhosed legs kicked and slipped over the cold tiled floor.
“Don’t’ fight it bitch!” her attacker snarled in Jen’s ear. For a moment Jen thought she could recognize the voice, however she was becoming sleepy.

Each breath she took was making her weaker. Her grip on the hand over her face loosened. Jen’s breathing became steadier, her eyes began to flutter. The attacker smiled and brought her lips to Jen’s ear.
“That’s right bitch, breathe it in. It’s a little thing called chloroform.” Her attacker slowly lowered Jen to the ground. The cheer captain however could care less; she was to out of it, on her way to dream land. With no need to pin Jen to her the attacker used her free arm to stroke the fallen cheerleader’s body.
“It’s going to make you nice and sleepy, just breathe…” Jen saw a pale face in black hair then…the attacker smiled as Jen’s eyes rolled close. She withdrew the cloth and saw Jen’s red lips still slightly open. Closing them she left her finger on them for a moment.
“Sleep tight princess.”

Amber stood up with a proud smile on her face. She was Daren’s girl. How dare that bastard cheat on me! She thought for a moment. Unlike Jen she attended the school’s rival. Amber was not the head of her cheer squad either but still looked as good as Jen in her uniform. A black and red top was worn over a black underarmor top. She had a pleated skirt and tan pantyhose on. When she had heard from one of her good girlfriends that Daren was seeing someone else she was so pissed she couldn’t think straight.

However after a while she calmed down and formed a plan. She quickly learned he was dating some blonde bimbo from his school. So one night while working in the hospital she stole some chloroform. The stuff had been used back before real knock drugs but it worked as advertised. Amber planned on finding the bitch, knocking her out then going to meet Daren. She smiled thinking of the look on his face. But she needed to hurry.

She picked up Jen under her arms and dragged the knocked out blonde over to a chair. Picking her up, Amber sat her down in the chair. Next she needed to get her ropes she was going to tie the bitch down with. Suddenly she could hear the sounds of more girls coming. It was the other squad. Damn it! Amber quickly picked up everything she had brought and pulled herself and Jen into a closet. Closing it and locking it, she waited for the girls to finish changing.

Amber however didn’t count on them taking twenty minutes to do it! Finally the last one had left and the coast was once again clear. Reopening the door she dragged her prey out and got back to business. Amber walked back into the room to retrieve her bag and begin tying up Jen. Except waiting inside the closet for a so long left her with another problem. ‘Okay bathroom break then tie her up!’ Amber thought running for one of the stalls.

While she was in the bathroom, Jen made her move. She had woken up sometime in the closet. Seeing Amber standing there she recognized the girl, Daren’s other lady! Now Jen was pissed, ‘he told me he dumped her!’

So Jen continued to fake sleep. Now she had a chance to get even. Quietly getting up she looked for that chloroform stuff Amber had used. After a quick search Jen found it in the brat’s bag. Taking out she figured it had to be put on something, however she didn’t see the cloth anywhere. A glare of something in Amber’s bag however got her attention. It was a shiny pair of dark grey tights covered with reflective stones. She smiled.

Amber exited the bathroom relived finally. Jen was still sitting their in her chair, arms limply behind her back. The chloroforming cheerleader smiled and walked over.
“Well blondie, time for a little restraint.”

As Amber closed Jen’s eyes opened up, “Oh for one of us it is!”

Amber was too shocked to react. Jen used that to her advantage, kicking out with her legs. The dark haired cheerleader fell to the ground. Moving to continue her attack Jen leapt off her chair and on top of Amber.
“Here let me help you relax!” Jen snickered as she brought the chloroform soaked nylons down over Amber’s face. With a look of horror Amber realized she was inhaling chloroform. Going on her only hope, Amber reached into her skirt waist band. There she found her chloroform rag. It was still damp but not as much as before. Willing herself she tired to hold her breath to prevent anymore of the weakening chloroform from entering her lungs.

Jen didn’t expect the white cloth to make a return. It landed on her face with prefect precision. Both of the struggling cheerleaders now had chloroform over their faces. Jen was the first to try and free herself. She reached down and tried to pull away Amber’s arm. However at almost the same time, Amber using her free arm tried to do the same. Now both girls were yanking on each other’s arms. Still the chloroform soaked nylons and handkerchief stayed in place.

Amber began to get a taste of her own medicine, she tired to hold her breath but it was useless. Taking a breath she smelled the sweet sticky fumes of chloroform. Her muscles began to weaken and Amber’s eyes showed her lethargy. Jen took was being weakened from the chloro; however her cloth held less of the substance than the pantyhose in her hand. While being put under it was much slower than Amber.

Both girls began to dip in their movements. Jen sank to the ground, however Amber was too tired to try and take advantage of it. Each cheerleader laid next to the other, nylon encased legs lying on top of each other’s. Their hands however did not move. Amber tried to fight the coming sleep but couldn’t. It wasn’t helped by the growing pleasure from her skirt. Under her undies and nylon, she was getting excited. As she went out, a sly smile was formed under her chloro pantyhose.

With Amber out, Jen smiled and finally pulled away. She was so tired however. The chloroform had weakened her once more. Crawling away she noticed someone in the room with them. It was Daren. He came over to her.
“Jen, honey what happened?”
“Your….stupid…bitch of…a girl…girlfriend attacked me!” she said her voice filled with exhaustion.
“Why are you so tried?”
“Stuff…called…chlorof….orm….put it over…my mouth.”
Daren looked at the shinny pantyhose over Amber’s face. They were his favorite, he loved it when Amber wore them, seeing her out like that…
“How did she do it?”
Jen was exhausted; she leaned up against a locker her arms and legs spilled out in front of her. She didn’t get the question, “What?”

Daren made sure that Amber was alright, she was sleeping soundly he picked up her crumpled tights. Turning back to Jen he knelled down in front of her.
“I asked, did she do it like this?” gently he placed the shinny material over her face. Jen managed to open her eyes in surprise. He smiled

“Sleep tight.”

Credits to; ChloroFan05

Maid To Please

Laura had a great job as a maid. She got to live in a fancy house, and had access to everything. She didn’t have much maid work to do either. The cooking was done by the kitchen staff and the laundry was sent out. The heavy cleaning was done by a service. All she had to do was change and make beds and move laundry around and tidy up.

Laura was 25 years old and had shiny brown hair. She was about 5 feet 3 and weighed about 110. Her eyes were green and her breasts were small and perky. Her legs were awesome, and the traditional French maid uniform she wore really showed them off. Her outfit barely covered her tight butt, and her sheer and shiny black pantyhose were visible from her high heeled black leather pumps to her panties.

The husband of the household was a doctor that worked irregular hours. The wife traveled alone a lot and was gone for weeks at a time. When both were out, Laura would wear the wife’s jewelry and clothes during the many days and nights she was alone upstairs in the fine home. Sometimes she would play in the couple’s bedroom. She would strip naked and put on the wife’s underwear or nightgowns. Then she would turn back the bed and lie on the fine silk sheets. She fantasized about being the wife, and having this home and all that went with it for her own.

Dr John had just finished a grueling 16 hour shift in the hospital. He was driving his Lexus towards home and couldn’t wait to hit the shower and go to bed. His wife wouldn’t be back for a few more days. That didn’t matter. He was too tired to do anything anyway. It was nearly 10 PM when he pushed the garage door remote and drove inside.

Inside the house as he was driving home. Laura was busy at play. She had stripped naked and gotten into the bed wearing a very expensive diamond necklace and a pair of the wife’s sheer black and very tiny panties. She was on her back on the smooth satin sheets letting her fantasies run wild. Suddenly Dr John walked into the room and was standing over her with a frown on his face.

John was shocked to find her in his bed with his wife’s underwear and jewelry on. To make matters worse she was supposed to be working too! Laura abruptly sat up. She was embarrassed and scared to death. She knew he would fire her. She would never work again as a maid either. She was also uncomfortable about being nearly naked in front of her boss!

Laura started apologizing and begging forgiveness. He calmly listened and then said that this could be their little secret, but only under a few conditions. As he spoke Laura only nodded. John opened up his bag and took out a needle. Then he ordered her to lie down on the bed.

Laura complied instantly. John leaned over and stuck the needle in her arm and injected its entire contents. Next he told her to lie on her back and relax. Then he asked her to remove the necklace and give it to him.

Laura was feeling lightheaded and dizzy as she handed it to him. She asked him what the shot was for. He told her that she would be taking a nap for 8 hours or so while he decided what to do about her. Then he asked for the panties. Laura started to slide them down, but as they got below her knees, she was starting to lose focus. She somehow managed to get them down to her ankles and even got them off one ankle before she passed out completely and fell limp on the bed.

John watched her eyes carefully as they went into rapid flutter. Soon after they rolled up and closed suddenly, and her pretty head fell limp to the side. She would be out for the night. He finished removing the tiny panties from her ankle and covered her with the sheet and blanket. Then he took a shower and crawled into bed himself. He went to sleep admiring her beautiful naked and helpless body next to him where his wife normally slept.

When John awoke nearly 7 hours later she was still completely out. He lifted her arm and dropped it. It was totally limp. He spread her legs and explored her. She was young and smelled sweet! Then he moved up and looked at her breasts. They were smaller than his wife’s, but were firmer. After all, she was 6 years younger than his wife.

John thought over the situation. His wife didn’t know about his sleepy fetish, and he didn’t want to risk telling her. Perhaps he would play sleepy games with Laura in exchange for keeping her secret. His wife went away often. He would have lots of chances to play with Laura. He waited for Laura to wake up. As he waited he went to a closet and picked up a few things and got dressed.

When Laura woke up, she was naked in the bed and he was standing over her. He asked her to get dressed in her maid outfit. As she dressed, he told her that he would forget about the incident. In fact he would actually let her wear some of his wife’s things and use the bed. There was a favor she must do for him though. Laura had a pretty good idea of what might be involved! She really didn’t care. She needed to keep her job.

As soon as she was dressed he told her to go about her duties. Sometime soon he would come up behind her and hold a cloth over her face. She was to whimper and struggle, but she would be overpowered and would pass out in about 30 seconds. Then he would carry her to the bedroom and have his way with her. Laura couldn’t get over the kinkiness of the whole thing. Still it was better than getting fired, and in a way it excited her.

After she was gone from the room for about 10 minutes, John opened a bottle of chloroform and soaked a white gauze pad with it. Then he slowly left the room and went to find her. It didn’t take long. She was in the second room he looked for her in. He stood just outside the door and waited for her to come out.

Laura had gotten so busy that she almost forgot what was about to happen. As she left the room, she was suddenly grabbed from behind. She felt the wet cloth over her nose and mouth and smelled a strong vapor like cleaning fluid. She choked a little, since she was startled, and then she shook her head back and forth and tried to shake the cloth off. It was hopeless and she was getting lightheaded and dizzy. After struggling to no avail, Laura finally relaxed and took a few deeper breaths to try and regain her composure. That’s the last thing she remembered.

John smiled as she went totally limp in his strong arms. He put the cloth in his pocket and threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. Then he tossed her on her back on the bed. He straightened her hair and pulled a few hairs out of her half open mouth. Then he stepped back and admired his knocked out beauty in her awesome maid outfit.

He slowly removed her shoes and smelled inside them. After he put her shoes aside, he held up her stocking feet and stroked and smelled those up close too. Then he lowered her shapely legs to the bed and removed her maid outfit slowly. Finally he had to take off her silky hose. He did it ever so slowly and almost hated to do it. Once they were off her, he smelled them as well. Then he placed them on the bed next to her. He had to lift her up and hold her in a sitting position to unsnap her bra. Then he tossed that aside, and went to her panties. They were white, and larger than his wife’s that she wore earlier, but they were still sheer and sexy as he slid them off ever so slowly.

As he started to play with her naked body, she started to move. He took the cloth and held it on her gently this time. She didn’t struggle and was out again in about 20 seconds. The reaction in her eyes as she passed out was priceless. This time he held the cloth there longer after she was out. He wanted her out for at least an hour. When he finally pulled it away he checked her eyes. Yes she was deeply under. Just the way he wanted her.

He started with her feet and worked his way slowly up her shapely legs. Then he moved into a different position and looked closely at her breasts. He fondled them and sucked on her tiny nipples for a while. Then he moved her beautiful limp body into many different positions. Suddenly he decided to go into his drawer and pull out his digital camera. He posed her and took many sleepy shots of her in various enticing positions.

Laura awoke in just over an hour, and he was on the bed beside her. She was naked, but there were no signs that he had actual sex with her. Then he explained what he was into. It wasn’t about conventional sex at all. He had a sleepy fetish and wanted to play games. Laura would have preferred ordinary sex, since she was attracted to him, but she was in no position to argue now.

Laura was aroused anyway, because being knocked unconscious and carried off seemed somehow erotic to her. This guy insisted that he was just exploring and manipulating her limp naked body while she was asleep and had made no sexual advances. It seemed a little weird but would be tolerable if that was as far as it went. Somehow she doubted that it would stop there though!

As Laura looked at him, he was soaking the cloth with more chloroform. As he held the cloth over her face, she was a bit startled that he was putting her out again so soon. Then he told her softly that he wasn’t going to put her all the way under. He would just make her sleepy first. Just as Laura was losing focus, he pulled the cloth away as promised. Laura felt sleepy, but incredibly aroused! Suddenly she had no worries or inhibitions. He was touching her all over and she didn’t care. She wanted him to touch her gently everywhere! As the waves of ecstasy swept over her, she felt the cloth placed gently over her nose and mouth again. Her rapid breathing from her aroused state and her half out condition made her pass out completely this time. Her eyes closed and her head went limp with a smile still on her face.

Just as she passed out, John had been watching her beautiful eyes flutter and close. That was the ultimate thrill! Getting to watch her eyes as she helplessly surrendered to the drug. John got to see many women put under in the hospital, but this was different. He could enjoy his fetish and act on it now.

Laura woke up about half an hour later, and was dreamy and very relaxed. Suddenly she was worried though. He was standing over her holding a needle. She told him she hated needles. He told her not to worry. He soaked the cloth with more chloroform. Then he held it on her. He said he would put her to sleep and give her the shot while she was out. Laura inhaled deeply and slipped away quickly. John pulled the cloth away quickly after she was out. She’d been given enough chloroform for now. The shot would be safer. He carefully injected her in the arm.

When Laura woke up it was dark outside. She had slept all day! John was nowhere in sight. She got dressed slowly and went downstairs. In the kitchen, she fixed herself something to eat. She was very happy. She had saved her job, and had some pretty kinky male attention in the bargain. She liked John a lot. Who knows, maybe if she played her cards right she could become the lady of the house!

As she started up the huge and wide stairway, she thought the house was quiet and empty. Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her. Before she could turn around, Laura felt a larger cloth over her face. It was a white washcloth that John had taken from the powder room. He wanted to knock her out and play with her on the stairs. He had soaked the washcloth very heavily and it was dripping excess chloroform.

Laura felt dizzy, and her vision became blurry sooner than ever before. There was so much more chloroform on this cloth, and it was fresh and very potent. Within 20 seconds Laura was limp in his arms. He pulled the cloth away and carefully laid her on her back on the stairs. Next he started pulling down her pantyhose and panties.

Once he had her pantyhose below her knees, he removed one of her shoes. He slipped the pantyhose and panties off that leg, and put the shoe back on her bare foot. Then he did the same for the other leg. She was naked from the waist down except for her high heels. The stairs and their soft carpet enabled him to place her at a various angles, and put her in some very exotic positions. Then he took the camera out of his pocket and started shooting.

Laura woke up in a weird position on the stairs. She saw him snap a picture just as she woke up. She was a little fuzzy, but the picture worried her. He might try to blackmail her further. She had better play into his hands and get on his good side.

John asked her to finish undressing. She complied and stood up on the stairway. She slowly removed her maids dress and put it down. Then she unsnapped her bra and tossed it to him. She stood before him naked except for her high heels.

When John asked her to step out of her shoes, she paused. Then she said,

“Why don’t you put me under now and slip them off yourself?”

John didn’t need much convincing! The cloth was still pretty wet. He held it on her and she inhaled her deepest ever. She was limp in his arms within 30 seconds. He threw her over his shoulder and carried her to her bedroom. Then he laid her on her back on the bed and ever so slowly slipped off each of her shoes and tossed them on the floor. Then he held the cloth on her for about 2 minutes. As he left her in her room and walked down the hall, he could see headlights in the driveway. His wife was home!

Jessica was inpatient as the taxi got close to her home. She was trip weary and anxious to see her husband. She hoped John would be home so they could make up for lost time. Jessica was 31 years old and had silky blonde hair. Her baby blue eyes were bloodshot from jet lag. She had a slinky model’s shape and great legs. She was in a white blouse and a very short skirt. Her legs were bare except for a pair of high heeled sandals.


John quickly gathered up Laura’s clothes from the stairway, and put them in her room and closed the door. Then he ran back downstairs to greet his wife. She leaped into his arms after dropping her bags and asked him to carry her upstairs. As he lifted her, one of her sandals fell off. She kicked off the other one and told him to leave them where they fell. As John carried his beautiful wife upstairs, he was really excited because of all the games he had played with Laura. He still wasn’t ready to reveal his sleepy fetish to her though.

Jessica undressed quickly and hopped into bed. John stripped to his underwear and said he would be right back. First he slipped into Laura’s room and gave her a shot. She would be out for 10 hours now. Then he prepared another needle for his wife. As he got on the bed, he told her he had a little something to ease her jet lag. She smiled and said,

“I’m glad I married a doctor.”

John gave her the shot and got into bed with her. Jessica felt strange. She was getting sleepier since the shot, not better as she expected. She tried to talk but no words came. Her eyes closed and her head fell to the side with her mouth still open. John relaxed as he laid in the bed watching his wife helplessly succumb to the powerful sedative. He sighed in relief that he was able to get away with everything so far. Tomorrow would be another matter though. He would have to warn Laura when she woke up.

As John lay in bed with a totally unconscious Jessica, he could not resist moving her limp body around and fondling her. He desperately wanted to chloroform his wife. He didn’t dare ask though. The shot would have to do for now. He would only play chloroform games with Laura. After all, she had yet to complain about it, and really couldn’t even if she wanted to!


Credit to: C.BisCuit

The Nice Girl

The Nice Girl


If Ashley had known how little time she had before losing consciousness she would have struggled harder.

Not that she didn't fight back-- she did, with all of her strength-- but if she'd known she only had six seconds she would have screamed at the top of her lungs, bloody murder screaming, the kind people can hear from a quarter of a mile away. Instead of just grappling with Jennifer she might have bucked and twisted and thrown her body around the room, anything to get out of that grip, and maybe it wouldn't have ended any differently but maybe it would have.

She might have found a way to do something besides pass out.

Six seconds was a ridiculously short amount of time anyway. Who came up with that? Whose idea was it to give humans what basically amounted to an off button in such an easily accessable area of the body? It was ludicrous. It was a true cliche that humans were fragile creatures, but she didn't know that they were that fragile.

She'd had plenty of time to think about it while she waited outside the dean's office in her bathrobe.

Her breath still smelled of tequila and she was still a little drunk. She had no memory of drinking-- not like he was going to believe her.

Jennifer had stormed into her room, put her in what Ashley now realized was a sort of sleeper hold, and the next thing she knew she was lying on her bed, have some nonsensical fragment of a dream, trying to focus her eyes.

When she was finally able to lift her head she realized that she was naked. And that her best friend, Katie, was in bed with her, also naked. One of Katie's pale, freckled arms was draped across Ashley's chest like a lover, and one of her legs was curled over Ashley's thighs in the same way.

Then she heard sounds from the doorway, and saw that her door was open-- and that half of the dorm was staring at them.

* * *

In retrospect, f$cking with Jennifer had been a mistake. Ashley had the sense that they'd finally gone too far even as they were doing it, and she was right.

They'd always teased the girl, but that was just something to do. It wasn't personal. As if she would dedicate spare brain cells to a geeky little nobody like that. The fact that Jennifer had apparently been taking it personally all those years was kind of sad, really.

Here's what happened:

On Thursday afternoon, Jennifer came driving into the parking lot of the dorm in a shiny new red car. She was smiling-- beaming, really-- at everyone she passed. She even smiled at Ashley and Katie as they watched from a picnic table on the lawn in front of the dorm. She was that type. Smack her around her whole life and she'd still smile at you. Turn the other cheek or something. Weak is what it made her, Ashley thought, and a subconscious disgust at the idea made the edges of her lips turn down as she thought it.

"What's Ms. Sunshine so happy about?" Ashley said, after Jennifer had passed.

"New car, I think." They both looked at it. It was some sleek foreign car, not luxury but not an economy vehicle either. Ashley didn't know much about cars. She just knew that it was red and pretty.

"Her daddy must have finally got a real job."

They looked from the car to each other.

"Key it?" Katie grinned.

"I got a better idea." Ashley pulled a small pocket knife from her purse, held it up, and let it tinkle in the sun. They both grinned at it.
* * *

Ashley got back from the club late, steering her BMW into the lot in a buzzed haze and slamming on the brakes just before the curb. She checked cell phone messages as she clicked her way across the lot, and only noticed Jennifer's new red car-- almost black in the dark-- as she was passing it.

A sound was coming from the front of the car.

Jennifer was sitting on the curb, crying, her cell phone dangling weakly from one hand. The car's tires were slashed and long gashes had been keyed down both doors. She didn't seem to see Ashley at first; her eyes were unfocused, looking through the pavement in a thousand yard stare.

Ashley hurried past, avoiding eye contact.

She was almost to the front door of the dorm when Jennifer's voice came from behind her:

"You."

Ashley turned around. "Pardon?"

"I know it was you. Who else would do something like that? Why would anyone do something like that?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do. You trashed my car."

"Sorry. Maybe it was the tire popping fairy."

"I just got off the phone with the dealership. Those tires cost two hundred dollars each! And I can't get to work to make the eight hundred dollars because I have no car!"

"That's a shame." She smiled sweetly.

But the smile slipped away, far away, when Jennifer stepped into the pool of light in front of the dorm's doors.

Jennifer's face was twisted into a mask of pure, red rage. Her lips were curled up viciously; she was actually baring her teeth, like an animal. Her fists were knotted balls at her sides.

She looked as if she might literally bite.

Ashley took a step back.

"Stay away from me," she said, her voice suddenly sounding small. She hurried into the building and didn't relax until she heard the doors close behind her.
* * *

Ten minutes later there was a knock at her dorm room door. A light, friendly knock.

She hadn't even changed out of her club outfit yet. It was a tiny white babydoll dress, spaghetti straps, frilly at the bottom, ending high on the thigh. It was a dress that was made to show off her long, toned limbs, and it was short enough that she could show a flash of white cotton underwear if she wanted to, with just a flick of the hip. She often did while dancing.

"Come in," she said.

No answer.

"Come in."

There was a long pause, then the knock came again.

"Oh come on." She stepped across the room and flipped the door open. What happened next happened so fast she barely had time to register it.

Jennifer burst in and grabbed her by the throat, sinking her thumbs into the sides of Ashley's neck.

Ashley's eyes went comically wide. She was pushed backwards, off balance, and she was forced to backpedal across the small room until her back hit the far wall.

Jennifer was squeezing the sides of her neck-- not choking her, or touching her windpipe-- just squeezing the sides, and tight. Tight tight. Her rage had given her what felt like unreal strength, and her position-- holding Ashley against the wall-- gave her all of the leverage.

"Get off of me!" Ashley shrieked.

"We need to have a conversation," Jennifer said through her teeth. "But first, take a nap. You look sleepy."

Ashley never even heard the end of the sentence.

Her six seconds were up.

She didn't get tired, or dizzy, or drowsy, or anything like that. To her she was struggling with Jennifer one moment and waking up confused the next. It was like going to sleep at night: you never remember the exact moment that it happens. So in that way it was like nothing at all, because she was unaware of it.

Out in the real world she didn't even look unconscious, at first. She didn't go dramatically limp like in the movies.

Her pale blue eyes unfocused, drifted to the center, and her eyelids drooped.

Her hands, which had been wrapped around Jennifer's wrists as the two girls grappled, loosened, sort of hung there for a few seconds, then slipped off and dropped to her sides. One of them twitched for a moment and then was still.

Finally an odd, snorting sigh escaped through her nose. Her knees buckled and her body went limp.

Jennifer turned her towards the bed as it happened, guiding the helpless cheerleader down to the mattress.

"That would have been easier to do from behind, but I wanted you to see my face," Jennifer said, breathing hard from the struggle.
* * *

Time to move fast.

Jennifer unzipped her backpack and took out the bottle of ether and gauze she'd gotten from the science lab. There wasn't any time to waste: Ashley would wake soon, very soon. It wasn't like in the movies where someone would be out for an hour. Some people started recovering instantly, some after 30 seconds, but it would be fast unless Jennifer put the hold on for longer, which would have been dangerous.

Ashley lay on the bed, her arms at her sides, her bare legs hanging over the edge, bent at the knees. She was wearing silver high heel sandals which, while cute, were clearly not gear for a struggle. The babydoll dress had ridden up a few inches, just far enough to make a white triangle of cotton underwear visible.

Her legs were gorgeous. They had to be: they were practically her living.

"I should give you tattoos or something," Jennifer said. "I wish I'd thought of that." Tattoos definitely wouldn't go over well with Ashley's sorority; it was one of those vaguely religious institutions that promoted chastity, but really, it was a place for rich girls to make connections for later in life.

Thinking about the sorority gave Jennifer an idea.

There'd be time for that later, though.

She climbed onto the bed and straddled Ashley's upper body, using her legs to pin Ashley's arms to her sides in case she woke up too soon. The gauze pad was thick; Jennifer doused the back of it with ether and pressed it over Ashley's mouth and nose.

Ashley's chest rose and fell placidly, her body unable to stop itself from breathing in the drugged air.

There was still glitter on her skin from the club: across her shoulders, her arms, the tops of her breasts. The mingled perfume of a hundred different strangers emanated from her pleasantly. The people she'd been dancing with all night weren't the sullen throng of a subway car, they were the young and the beautiful.

On the third breath her eyelids began to flutter. She never remembered it, but she actually woke up for a second there. Too late-- by then her blood was becoming saturated with ether, her heart and lungs obediently filling her system with it.

She let out a weak moan and her brow furrowed. One of her hands flopped helplessly on the covers down by her hips. Her back arched as her body semi-consciously tried to throw off its attacker. Jennifer rode her easily, keeping her arms pinned.

Ashley's struggles weakened, slowed. Her legs kicked out at the air once, uselessly, then settled on the mattress as if they'd forgotten what they were trying to do.

Her eyelids stopped fluttering and began to drift back down. There was glitter on them, too, mixed in with her purple eye shadow.

Jennifer held on until she felt Ashley's entire body go slack.

She kept the gauze pad in place until Ashley's chest had risen and fallen three more times, then got off of her.

The girl wouldn't be going anywhere now unless she was carried.
* * *

Unlike Ashley, who might have turned the situation in a different direction had she realized what was about to happen, Katie had almost no chance.

By the time she came in, Jennifer had practice.

The door opened about ten minutes later and Katie padded in in her night clothes: a T-shirt, underwear, and socks. It was an all-girl's dorm, there was no need to be modest. Her hair was held back cutely with a scrunchy.

She flicked on the light, saw Ashley asleep under the covers, whispered "Shit! Sorry", and turned the light off again.

The instant the door closed she was seized from behind.

An arm shot out of the darkness and wrapped around her neck, pulling her off balance. Another arm pressed against the back of her neck. She let out a startled half-shriek-- little more than a chirp-- before the sound was cut off. Her toothbrush and toothpaste dropped to the carpet.

She actually struggled for a few seconds longer, but the last thing she remembered was her toothbrush bouncing against her foot.
* * *

Jennifer kept the sleeper hold on only until she felt Katie's body take on that odd stillness that Ashley's had, then loosened it. There was no need to put her all the way out; that strange twilight between consciousness and unconsciousness would be good enough. Jennifer's goal was only to make sure that everything went quickly, quietly, according to plan.

She'd considered just jumping Katie with the ether-soaked pad, but that would have taken longer, and there was a chance she'd be able to make enough noise to alert someone. They were surrounded by sleeping college girls on all sides, after all. The sure way was the only way. There had to be zero chance that the tables could be turned, not after twelve years of being tortured by these two. So when Jennifer sprang she did it with the suddenness and ferocity of an anaconda, and Katie had about as much chance as a rabbit.

As Katie's body took on that odd stillness Jennifer walked her forward and dropped her, face first, onto Ashley's bed. Her ass jiggled pertly in the moonlight. Jennifer climbed onto her back and pressed the gauze pad over her mouth and nose with one hand, holding the back of her head with the other.

Katie's arms made an odd twitch, both at the same time: her body firing random cylinders in a semi-conscious effort to escape. Then she came to with a jerk. She tried to lift her head. It was probably five seconds before she'd regained enough sense to understand what was happening, then she let out a muffled shriek and tried to get up.

"Shh," Jennifer whispered in her ear. "Don't wake Ashley. She had a rough day." She disguised her voice with a Batman-like growl, which sounded cute rather than menacing coming from a college girl, but was effective.

Katie's eyes went wide as she realized that her friend was sleeping only inches away. She shrieked again and thrashed, trying to call out Ashley's name. Ashley's body rocked back and forth gently as the bed shook but she did not wake up.

As the first of the dizziness began to hit her, Katie understood.

But once it had started to hit her it didn't stop-- it came wave after wave with each heartbeat, each one taking her farther and farther away from the situation at hand, wrapping her thoughts in a thick fuzziness that began to snuff them out before they could form, finally dissolving her perceptions into a dreamlike landscape that was made of disconnected images and meaningless physical sensations, and then...

There was no then. The next thing she was aware of was waking up with a headache, her mouth tasting of tequila, her arm wrapped around Ashley's soft and warm body.
* * *

When Ashley's body had gone so suddenly and completely limp it had almost frightened Jennifer. It was startling; she'd never felt another person's body do that before.

But by the time it was Katie's turn, Jennifer was prepared for it.

Katie's struggles became aimless, almost distracted. One arm had gotten free, and with it she grabbed a fistful of blanket and pushed it across the bed slowly, as if she were fighting with the blanket.

She pushed the fistful of blanket as far away from herself as she possibly could-- a nonsensical, warding action that must have made sense in some way to her dwindling consciousness as her thoughts began to break up and skitter away from her-- but made no sense in the real world.

Then her hand relaxed and she stared dully at the wall, as if she were thinking of something else. Her eyelids drifted down, down.

Her body went slack.

She let out an involuntary sigh as her chest relaxed. Just like with Ashley the moment happened with a strange suddenness, even though it had clearly been coming for the last thirty seconds. Jennifer climbed off of her back and knelt by the bed, holding the gauze pad on for another few breaths while Katie's body slowly, cluelessly, accepted the drugged air.

Time for part two.

Jennifer tossed the saturated gauze pad into a garbage bag that she had brought just for that purpose and took out a fresh one. This one she only sprinkled with ether: only enough to keep Ashley out while she worked. She placed it over Ashley's mouth and nose gently and went back around the bed to Katie.

She took Katie by one arm and one leg, tugged her to the side, and rolled her onto her back. Then she grasped Katie's wrists and sat her up.

Katie's head lolled forward onto her chest as her T-shirt was pulled up and off, her arms flopping back down as they fell through the sleeve holes. She wasn't wearing a bra: those were her sleep clothes. Conveniently. Jennifer let her drop bonelessly back to the mattress.

She had gorgeous, fair skin. Freckles were sprinkled down her arms, across her chest, over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She had a beauty mark on the underside of her left breast that probably drove the guys crazy. Jennifer pulled her panties off, wiggling her slack body back and forth to get them out from under her. Then her socks.

Then she was as naked as the day she was born, sleeping peacefully on her back, her mouth open slightly, her lips pink and delicate.

"You trim the hedges," Jennifer said, looking down her body. "I hear that's in style now. Good for you."

She repeated the process with Ashley, and five minutes later both girls were sleeping in the nude, side by side on the rumpled covers.

Jennifer went to her backpack and took out a digital camera.

"Ok. For poses, I think we start with the classics, then we can get creative. Any suggestions?"

Ashley and Katie did not seem to have any.
* * *

Ashley was easy to get into position: Jennifer just pulled her legs up so that they were bent at the knee, then let them fall apart on the bed in a natural spread position.

Katie was more of a challenge. It turned out to be really, really hard to maneuver an unconscious person. She was all floppy. Finally Jennifer got her where she wanted her: facing down, her knees folded under her stomach, her pale ass in the air, her head resting between Ashley's legs.

From the right angle, it would look like the two of them were having quite the night.

Jennifer surveyed the scene and made some adjustments.

She tucked Katie's hands under Ashley's ass. She put a pillow under the hollow of Ashley's back, so that it would look like she was arching her back. Finally she tilted Ashley's head back on the pillow so that her lips parted just the tiniest bit.

She took pictures from every angle she could think of. Any that didn't look right she could just delete later. Out of thousands of pictures, there only had to be a few really good ones.

"This is good, but I think if you guys have been secret lesbian lovers for years, you would have experimented with some more positions by now, right?" She looked at the clock. It was 1:37am. "Hey, don't stress guys. We got all night."

She periodically doused the gauze pad with ether and gave them small doses, just enough to keep them out. Ether could be very safe if used right; it was still used in hospitals in some poor countries.

"Because I don't want you to go and do anything melodramatic like die," Jennifer said as she hauled Katie to the side for another position. "True, if a man f%cked with another man's car like that, that'd nearly be reason to kill him. Like that line in Pulp Fiction when John Travolta's car gets keyed. You don't f@ck with a man's car.

"Of course, we're not men, so this will do.

"That first batch of pictures was for my car.

"These next ones are for that time in 8th grade when you spilled cranberry juice on my new dress on purpose and laughed at me."

The camera clicked, clicked. Ashley and Katie were laying on their sides now, their fronts pressed together, their lips touching, their arms wrapped around each other. The position of their arms was just a bonus: Jennifer wrapped their arms around each other because they kept flopping over on their backs, and it ended up just looking better that way.

Some of the glitter from Ashley's lips got onto Katie's cheeks. That looked better too.

"And these next ones are for all those times in the lunch room when you knocked my tray out of my hands. There were at least five times, but I probably blocked some out. Trauma of a young girl, yadda yadda."

The camera clicked, clicked and the clock ticked, ticked. Any time either of them moved or started to come to, Jennifer was there quickly with the ether, before they could regain consciousness.
* * *

The last step was the tequila.

Jennifer found a glass and measured out five shots carefully. She didn't want it to be so much that they'd be falling down drunk; almost, but not quite. She wanted them to seem... well, like your average drunk college girls.

She sat Ashley up. Ashley's head lolled back and her mouth opened on its own, and Jennifer poured the tequila straight down her throat, all at once.

Ashley coughed and sputtered, but that was a natural reaction of the throat; she was fine. Some of it dribbled down her chest, between her breasts, all the way down the line of her stomach. That was even better: the bed, the girls, the whole place would reek of it. Jennifer let her drop bonelessly back to the pillow, then repeated the process with Katie.

One last thing.

She positioned Ashley's head on the pillow in a natural sleeping position, tucked her arms up under the pillow, got her legs comfortable, and generally arranged her body so that it looked like she was sleeping naturally.

Then she rolled Katie onto her side, facing Ashley, so that the two girls were touching. She placed one of Katie's arms across Ashley's chest, just below her breasts. Then she drew Katie's knee up so that her leg rested elegantly, prettily, on Ashley's upper thigh.

They looked like two gorgeous young lesbians who had fallen asleep after a night of passion.

Jennifer cleaned up after herself, and as she waited for the last dose of ether to wear off she stood in the shadows by the door, watching the two girls' chests rise and fall, and wondering how such meanness could be hidden in such pretty packages. On the horizon the sunrise was becoming a faint pink line.

After about ten minutes a barely audible moan escaped from Ashley's lips. Her mouth opened about a half inch, then closed again. They were waking up.

Jennifer turned the lights on.

She left the door wide open, as far as it would go. She walked down the long quiet hall with its rooms full of sleeping girls on each side.

At the end of the hall-- right before exiting the main doors-- she pulled the fire alarm.
* * *

Ashley sat outside the dean's office with her arms crossed over her bathrobe, dazed and drunk and trying hard to remain upright and seem sober. It wasn't fooling anyone, even her. She was trashed and hadn't even had the pleasure of drinking it herself.

Her cellphone rang. It was a number she didn't recognize.

"H'llo," she mumbled into it.

"Wow, you sound really drunk," Jennifer said. "I think it's time to cut you off."

Ashley bared her teeth at the phone.

"You," she hissed.

"Me. Hey, do you think the dean likes to deal with drunk college girls first thing in the morning? He's a nice guy but ya know, I just don't know. After the first hundred they probably all start to seem the same."

"You're going to jail forever."

"Doubt it. It seems that someone who's not coasting by on a cheerleading scholarship took the time to black out the security camera in your dorm last night, and no one saw me come in. My fingerprints aren't anywhere in the room, assuming they'd even bother to take prints for this. You're the only witness; Katie never saw my face or heard my voice. And this call is coming from a pay phone.

"But even if you could prove it, I'm not sure you'd want to. If you did, then allll of these pictures I have of you two might make it onto the internet, and once something's out there, it's out there. Just in case you ever planned on having a nice job, or anything like that."

"I was unconscious," Ashley spat.

"You sure? Cause it looks more like you're in the throes of passion to me. In the ones where your face is visible, anyway. There's this really cute one where your head is tilted back and Katie's kissing your neck... and this one, where you two are-- well, I can't think of a ladylike word for what that is. Hot, though."

Ashley's mouth worked but she said nothing.

"Think about it," Jennifer said. "By the way, the batteries in your vibrator are dead."

The call ended.



Credit to: Alias

Time Out

Jenny was dead tired. Her long shift at the hospital had been filled with treating a bunch of crazy accidents. Since she had just come from work, her blonde hair was in a ponytail. Her wonderful figure was hidden by blue scrubs. The young nurse was ready for a hot long bath and some time relaxing in her room. Entering the apartment she shared with her friends however killed that dream. My student roommates have screwed me again! Jenny thought angrily.

Before leaving earlier that morning, she had left a list of things to be cleaned, bought, or finished while she was gone. From the mess inside the apartment Jenny could see that none of what she had asked to get done, had been. One of her roommates Amber a shorter curly redhead walked into view.

“Hi Jenny.” Amber causally remarked. She was furiously texting away. Jenny could she was ready to go out for the night. The redhead wore a strapless black cocktail dress with sheer pantyhose. Her strapy heels lay on the sofa next to her as she sat down.

“Amber what the hell? I asked you to clean up this place it was your turn!” the blonde complained.

“Jenny I was busy today. You know classes, work, and…” Amber trailed off.

Jenny fumed, “You were hanging out with your boyfriend all afternoon again! Damn it you’re going to see him tonight it couldn’t wait?”

“Gezz it bugs you that much, clean it yourself.” Amber rolled her eyes. She returned another text on her cellphone at lighting speed. Jenny screamed silently inside her head. Her private anger was fueled by finding out that nothing she had asked her roommates to do had gotten done.

Sally, the brunette volleyball player didn’t by any groceries. Kelly a sandy haired gymnast left all her laundry out for the third day in a row. Finally long dark haired Christie had raided Jenny’s clothes again! Jenny closed her room’s door behind her and sighed. This had gone on long enough she decided. Jenny would teach her roommates a lesson. Reaching into her closet she pulled out a bag marked PRIVATE. Opening the bag up, she pulled out a brown bottle and some other items. Undoing her ponytail Jenny went to her bathroom to get the rest of what she needed.

Amber was still texting away on the couch. In a little while she would meet up with her boyfriend but that still left plenty of time to communicate with her girlfriends. So involved in her phone, she never noticed someone coming from behind. Plus with her hands on the phone, she couldn’t block what happened next. A white small washcloth was shoved onto her face. It was held in place by two femmine hands. Amber realized with a shock it was damp with chloroform.

Completely taken by surprise she couldn’t help but breathe in the fumes. Amber felt her strength fade as she did. Her body seemed to relax while her mind became cloudy. It made her feel like she needed to sleep. Amber’s eyes looked up trying to see who was doing this to her.

Jenny leaned forwards and smiled, “I asked you to clean up Amber. You decided not to, now I think you need a little time out.”

Amber screamed into the cloth but it and Jenny’s hands muffled her cries. The attempt to call for help didn’t do anything other then to speed up her unconsciousness. Amber sunk deeper into the sofa, her cellphone falling into her lap. With a final sigh the redhead passed out into dreamland. Jenny held the cloth on Amber’s face for a few more seconds then removed it. She was excited, seeing the pretty redhead asleep, with her mouth slightly opened.

Jenny walked around the sofa and picked up Amber’s legs. She then laid Amber down on the couch. To the causal observer she was taking a nap. The blonde also did one last thing before going; she ran her hand up and down Amber’s nylon covered legs for a moment.

“One down, three to go.” Jenny said.

Sally was getting ready for her game inside her room. She was already wearing most of her uniform. Like all female players Sally had on black short spandex shorts. The blue and white tight fitted jersey had her name and number. Under it you could make out the straps of her sports-bra. Sally had just finished putting her kneepads on over her knee-high socks. All that was left was her shoes.

“Sally?” she heard from behind the door. Opening it she saw Jenny standing there with her water bottle.

“Ugh I’ve been looking for that.” Sally complained. With a quick grab she snatched the bottle from the nurse.

Jenny still stood in the doorway, “Think you guys will win tonight?”

Sally took a drink from her water bottle. There was a slight taste to it. She ignored it however and answered Jenny’s question, “Yeah we should but…” Suddenly Sally felt dizzy. Not understanding why she took another drink, “Hey Jen I don’t…feel…so…”

Concern on her face, Jenny came over, “Sally sit down, here.” She helped the volleyball player to her bed. Jenny sat next to her and held her.

Jenny took the water bottle and offered it to Sally again, “Come on drink up, doctor’s orders.” Sally couldn’t see the sly smile on the blonde’s face.

Doing as she was told Sally took an even bigger drink of water. Unknown to her, Jenny had drugged the bottle with a powerful sedative and anesthetic. The first small sips had been more then enough to soften her up. Now this final drink was all that was needed to knock her right out. Sally’s eyes fluttered and she began to tilt backwards. Jenny smiling held her roommate tight, and lowered her gently onto her bed. As she went down Sally’s eyes fought to stay open, but gave in. The athlete was out. Just as she had with Amber, Jenny put Sally’s legs up on the bed and laid her out. She was even nice enough to prop Sally’s head up on a pillow.

Running her hand over the tight fitting jersey, Jenny enjoyed the feeling the shape of Sally’s chest. Then she finished by running her hands over the Sally’s spandex covered bottom enjoying it, “That’s two.”

While closing the door to Sally’s room, Jenny heard the front door open. It was Kelly coming back from gymnastic practice. She had her black bag slung over a shoulder and was wearing her blue, sliver, and red leotard, “Hello Jenny.”

Jenny was going to answer when Kelly just started talking, “Now I know you’re going to wine and complain I didn’t move my stuff, but I’ve got tons of stuff to do and if it bugs you that much just move it.”

She ran a hand through her short sandy hair and began dropping her stuff everywhere. Her bag went to the floor along with her sneakers. Kelly had also been wearing a pair of short shorts to cover her leotard bottom. These she pulled off and tossed on her bag. Now walking barefoot she went into the kitchen. As she grabbed something to eat she didn’t see Jenny reach into a small bag on the counter.

“You know what maybe that’s what I’ll do Kelly.” Jenny remarked finally responding to Kelly’s rant a moment earlier.

Kelly turned her head briefly to look at Jenny and nodded, but then went back to working on her meal. The blonde nurse took the syringe she had taken from her bag and readied it. A quick check for air bubbles inside it, and then she made her move. Jenny reached over and grabbed Kelly around her chest then pulled her close.

“What are you doing?” Kelly yelled, but then had the hand once wrapped around her chest placed over her mouth.

Jenny sneered, “This.” She took her other hand which held the syringe and injected Kelly right in the neck. The gymnast screamed into the hand over her mouth but quickly after that began to lose her voice. After pumping the contents of the syringe into Kelly, Jenny removed it and took hold of Kelly.

“I know you won’t move your stuff Kelly, so I figured that was a fitting idea. What if you were unable to move.” The sedative she had given Kelly would make it feel like she couldn’t move. It was perfectly safe though that’s why Jenny chose it.

Kelly couldn’t speak or even move her arms or legs. Jenny lowered her to the floor and propped her up against the cabinets. She then kneeled next to her. Now a smile was on the blonde’s face, “You can be annoying Kelly but you’re quite pretty.” She gave her a kiss on the lips. Even if she could have protested she wouldn’t have.

Jenny finished with a little playful touching, running her hands up and down Kelly’s leotard. When she finished Jenny kissed Kelly one more time then pulled out the chloroform cloth she used on Amber, “Now its nap time.”

Kelly lasted only a few moments as she had no way to fight the chloroform. Given in to the fumes she passed out quickly. Jenny stood and said, “One more.”

Christie had heard none of the commotion between Kelly and Jenny. Inside her room music was playing. In fact she needed to turn it down to hear Jenny asking for her. Opening the door she saw Jenny pouting, “What did you take?”

The black haired struggling actor sighed, “Now come on Kelly you know we’re a prefect match, size wise. Plus I need it for the audition.” Christie stood only in her black bra and panties. Pulled over her panties were some black tights. Jenny could see several of her dresses and some of her hosiery and shoes lying on the bed.

“I’ve told you quite a few times, stay out of my stuff!” Jenny snapped. She was getting herself hyped up.

Christie stood there hands on hips smirking, “Oh and what are you going to do about it?”

Jenny smiled, “This.” She shot forward and punched Christie in the gut. A loud OUF escaped Christie as she doubled over. Grabbing her gut she didn’t see Jenny come over and seize her by the hair.

Yanking her up, Jenny then wrapped her arms around Christie’s head and neck. Then she squeezed. The black haired girl gasped and tried to grab the nurse’s arms and pull them away. Jenny simply squeezed harder, “The best part about having a Dad who wrestled he liked to explain things! Don’t try and fight it Christie that only makes it work faster.

Christie tried to move but just ended up struggling in the sleeper hold. Her legs gave out first. Losing the strength to support her, they began sink to the ground. Jenny went with her getting onto her knees and holding Christie up. The victim’s arms fell to her sides. Unable to stay awake any longer, her eyes began to close. Jenny held on as the actress slipped into unconscious. Satisfied that she was out, Jenny let her fall to the floor.

Jenny took Christie and laid her on the floor, but up against her bed. This left the sleeping beauty in a sitting position. As she had with the others, Jenny enjoyed playing with Christie for a few minutes. Once she had her fun, Jenny went to go get the others. For the next few minutes she brought each girl to Christie’s room and laid them next to each other.

About and hour later the girls all came to. They found themselves all tied up and sitting next to each other in Christie’s room. Amber saw that her dress had been removed leaving her in her underwear and pantyhose. Sally and Kelly still wore their clothes. All of them were woozy from their different knock outs.

“Ohh…chloroform…” Amber moaned.

Kelly sighed, “Tell me about it.”

“Ow my stomach…why did I have to get the hard KO?” Christie complained.

Sally answered, “Cause you keep wearing her clothes. It really does piss her off.”

“Besides I got sticked this time.” Kelly added.

The door opened and Jenny stepped in. She has changed into a comfortable tank top and short shorts. She crossed her arms and said, “You all know why you’re here?”

“Yes.” The all answered.

“Good. Now you girls can finish serving your time out.” Jenny stepped out and then came back in. She held the chloroform bottle in her hand, with the cap off. The girls all knew what was coming. None of them tried to escape since they knew from experience that Jenny was too good at knots. Plus as she held the bottle under each of their faces they enjoyed being knocked out a final time.

And each of them was already thinking of a way to get back at Jenny, and put her into a time out.

Credit to : ChloroFan05