Katya: Spy Chloroform Nurse

“Anyone want any tea or coffee,’ asked Alison as she entered the office, ‘are we all dropping off here?’

‘if youre making some I’ll have a coffee,’ replied Jenny, ‘and yes - anything to make the time go by.’ The two nurses laughed. It was indeed turning out to be a long night.

Alison Brooks and Jenny Adebisi, along with a third nurse, Jane Hao, were employees of a private convalescent home, Bryantern House. The home was set to receive three high profile guests the following morning, and the three had been detailed to prepare the rooms, check the equipment in each of the rooms, and wait for the arrival of the patients, the first of whom was due to arrive at 6.30 am.

It was now 3, and the girls’ work was done. So they were doing their best to pass the time, chatting and drinking copious amounts of tea.
Alison was 27 and had been an NHS staff nurse for five years. She had for a long time resisted joining the private health sector on principle, before succumbing to the economic temptations.

The job at Bryantern had seemed too good to resist. A small, discreet facility in Harrow, usually no more than three or four patients at a time, basic care duties – and a salary over twice what she had earned at her previous employer, St Thomas’s Hospital in central London.

There was, it had to be admitted, nevertheless something slightly strange about the Bryantern facility, as Alison had often noted to herself. In place of the scrubs usually favored in the NHS, the nurses wore a more traditional uniform – a white dress, blue buckle belt, black sheer tights and black shoes. The dresses were slightly shorter than the usual NHS length, too – finishing just above the knee.

Alison, who was 5’8’’, slim, and with long fair hair, had also noted that while the other nurses were clearly qualified professionals, they had also been chosen for their looks. Her companions for the night shift were a case in point. Alison didn’t know either of them particularly well, but they conformed to what she had noted to be the typical profile of the Bryantern nurse.

  Jenny Adebisi was 25, and from Ibadan in Nigeria. She too was around 5’8’’, very slim, and with the kind of figure which a nurses’ dress naturally compliments. She had qualified in nursing in Ibadan and had then come to England, where she began working at Bryantern straight away. Jane Hao was 28, an immigrant from Hong Kong. She was a little smaller, only 5’6’’, but also with sharp, striking good looks and a slim figure.

The point was, thought Alison to herself as she looked at her two colleagues seated at a table in the office, that both these girls could have been models if they’d wanted to be, and the general appearance of all the Bryantern staff tended to conform to this high standard. ‘you’re basically working at a high class rich mans’ club and rest home,’ her sister had said to her, when Alison described her new job. And it was true. Still, the other girls were fun and Alison figured she’d keep the job for a while and maybe save money.

Jenny had turned out to be a good companion for a long night shift. The Nigerian girl was naturally vivacious, and she enjoyed discussing her love life with a certain surreal sense of humor and an eye for detail which kept her colleagues constantly amused. ‘I cannot believe this man,’ she would say in her heavy Nigerian accent, ‘I say to him ‘man, you need to put a condom on – or forget it. He tells me ‘as long as we wash afterward, its all right.’ What a fool. This is Africa.’ And the three would join in their laughter.

As for Jane, Alison hadn’t really had a chance to talk to her one on one. She seemed quieter, efficient, polite but with a certain distance. In any case, Alison thought, just three more hours, then we can get the new ones settled in and hand over – and then home, and sleep. And not before time.

‘I’ll just go and take a look in room 14,’ she told the others after a few moments silence. ‘The Russian guy should be arriving at around 7 or so and I want just to make sure that the oxygen equipment is all ready to go there. “ And she raised herself up from her chair, pulling down her dress which had ridden up a little as she did so.
‘go there,’ said Jenny as Alison opened the door, ‘but make sure you don’t fall asleep on the bed. We still have to go through the patient files here.’ The fair-haired girl laughed as she exited, ‘wouldn’t miss it for the world’, she said, catching Jenny’s eye.


Katya placed the second microphone carefully beneath the bed. That should do it, she thought. Two devices in place for when Mr Rudnitski arrived. Her job was done. Now all she had to do was to get back to the sluice room and wait for the place to fill up, before quietly slipping out. Everything appeared to be going to plan.

Katya hadn’t wanted to take this particular job. She was tired, having just returned from an assignment assisting aid convoys into northern Syria. But the old man had asked especially for her, saying it was a relatively minor task, but one which would suit her skills. And she had been happy to play a part in helping to gather evidence against Semyon Rudnitski.

‘You know who Rudnitski is, right?’ the old man had asked her. She knew, all right. Semyon Rudnitski, ‘businessman,’ former KGB officer, arms dealer, trafficker in women, dealer in misery. Rudnitski had interests all across Europe and the Middle East. He owned politicians in Russia and Ukraine. He was close to the authorities, of course.

Precisely the type that Katya was happy to do a bad turn. The sort she considered were destroying any hope of normal life in Russia.

Katerina Chervinskaya was 32. She was a former member of a special unit of the Moscow police department - trained in firearms, martial arts, and later in investigation and covert methods. But she had left the service, disgusted by the corruption and nepotism, the extent to which all was for sale. Since then, she had worked in private security, as a bodyguard, and then for an investigations firm. She was 5’9’’, with a superbly toned body and long, straight brown hair and a charming but slightly toothy Russian smile.  

Her work for the old man derived from her investigations portfolio. The old man - Yakov Yashin - was an oligarch himself, but one with at least democratic pretensions. So he financed civil society projects and when these needed a security element, Katya and a few others could be called in.

This mission was a fairly straightforward one. Rudnitski was having surgery and would be convalescing in the Bryantern facility. During that time, his business meetings would be conducted from his hospital room. Yashin wanted microphones placed in the room.

Katya had watched the facility for a couple of days before concluding her plan. During the day, it was relatively easy to move about there, but not possible to place the mics because of the large number of people about. But she had concluded that room 14 would be Rudnitski’s because of the obvious security considerations that had gone into its isolated location and private elevator.

She had entered the facility without problems at 4 pm. Then she had hidden herself in a sluice room, waiting for night to come so that she could place the microphones and then return to her place of hiding. Once daylight came and the place filled up, she thought she would be able to slip out with no problem.

Everything seemed to be going fine. She reached the sluice room. She heard the day employees leaving and had then been surprised to hear the sounds of voices as three nurses went about their business preparing the rooms. This was unexpected. Katya had thought only the single security guard at the entrance would be there all night. Nevertheless, it wasn’t an insurmountable problem.

Katya figured she ought to be able to reach room 14 while the three girls were relaxing in their office. And if absolutely necessary, she was armed and had brought along a surgical mask and a supply of chloroform which she would deploy if subduing one or more of the nurses became necessary. She hoped she wouldn’t need to use any of this equipment, though. She preferred to keep things clean, and simple.

It was not to be. She had just completed the placing of the device and was getting up to begin her exit when the door opened. A slim, fair haired nurse took a step into the room and stared at the intruder in shock.

‘Who are you?’ said Alison, her eyes wide, ‘What on earth are you doing here?

Katya reacted swiftly and in accordance with her training and instinct. With a single smooth movement she drew her Glock 19 from her shoulder holster and directed it at the nurse. Then, with a quiet, sharp, hissing tone that would brook no objections, and with her Russian accent more pronounced than usual, ‘Shut the door. Get in here quick or you’re dead. Don’t say a word. Shut your mouth. ‘

The terrified nurse obeyed, her blue eyes focused only on the weapon pointed at her. Its barrel, the possibility of sudden death.

Katya directed the girl toward a chair by the bed. ‘Sit down, nurse. Now, you and me are going to have a quick talk. I don’t have much time. And if you answer everything to my satisfaction, I wont have to hurt you. Clear?’

Alison nodded. What the hell was going on, she thought to herself. How had this person got in? what could be happening?

But she had no time to think. The questions came fast.

‘What’s your name, nurse?’

‘Alison.’

‘Ok Alison - I need to know - is there any way out of here except by the front entrance? Any back door, staff entrance, something like that?’

‘N-no,’ Alison stammered, ‘only the front way. The windows are all barred on the ground floor. Theres only that entrance.’

‘ok, Alison,’ a plan was already forming in Katya’s mind.

The young Russian woman was quite calm, considering her options. She knew from long experience that the thing to do in such situations was to slow one’s reactions, to keep cool, and maintain detachment.

She would get out of this. With a little help from this nurse.

‘Ok, what’s going to happen right now, Alison, is that you’re going to be going to sleep for a little while. When you wake up, you’ll be in another room, and I’ll be gone. I want just to mention something. I haven’t much time. But the man due to come in this room is a criminal, a trafficker. And I work for his enemies. Look up his name when you get home. You shouldn’t be blind to all this. And then decide how much of this you want to report.’

There was little time. Undoubtedly, the nurse’s colleagues would come looking for her shortly. Katya needed to get out, and she needed to get past the security guard at the front entrance. For which your dress is going to come in handy, she thought as she moved behind Alison, to prepare the drug that would knock the nurse out.
‘I’m behind you, and the gun is pointed at your head,’ she said quietly. ‘I am going to put a mask over your mouth and nose and you are going to breathe deeply, and go to sleep. There’s no way out of this and the sooner youre asleep, the sooner this will be over. Is it clear.’

Alison nodded almost imperceptibly.

Placing the pistol on the bed, out of the nurse’s field of vision, Katya crouched down to her bag and removed a surgical mask and a small glass bottle. She sprayed twice on the mask. Then, holding it in one of her black gloved hands, she picked up the pistol and placed it at the girl’s temple. Then, standing behind her, she applied the mask over Alison’s mouth and nose.

Alison recognized the smell. Chloroform, as she had expected. She was quite calm now. Partly, it was Katya’s manner, which was ruthless but dead cool, not aroused or passionate. Whoever she was, this woman was clearly a professional of her own particular strange field. There was nothing Alison could do, and she found herself cooperating, partly because of the gun, partly because of this curious and somehow not unfriendly, cool manner. Things were happening too quickly for fear. The nurse was pulled along, overwhelmed.

The smell of the drug was sweet and sickly, choking. The effect began almost immediately. Alison began to feel the room growing blurred, her thoughts resolving into simplicity. The room began to spin.

Everything falling.

As she slipped from consciousness, her last thoughts were clear. Its ok, Alison, she told herself. She’s not going to rape me. And her body surrendered her.

Katya felt the tension leave the nurse’s body as she lost consciousness, and she swiftly replaced the Glock in its holster and the mask in a sealed plastic bag. The girl was slumped in the chair, her white dress ridden up to her thighs, her legs apart. Her mouth was slightly open, her straight fair hair falling over her face as her head lolled back. There was no time to waste. Katya moved around to the front and lifting Alison’s limp body in a fireman’s lift, she deposited the nurse on the bed. ‘ok, darling,’ she said, ‘I’ll be needing that dress.’

Placing Alison on her back, Katya first unclipped the nurse’s tight blue buckle belt and pulled it free. Then she swiftly unbuttoned Alison’s dress, placing the girl’s limp arms by her sides, she maneuvered it from her shoulders , and then down and off, dropping the white dress on the floor. Well, well. The nurse’s bra and panties were white, simple and minimal. But unexpectedly, Katya noted that she was wearing a black suspender belt and stockings, rather than the pantyhose she had expected.
Alison favored the stockings not for sexual reasons but because she found them cooler to work in. But she had not, of course, anticipated that she would be showing her legs to a stranger in a room at the hospital. Not that she was aware, anyway. Katya with a shrug swiftly unclipped the suspender belt, then unfastened the girl’s black stockings and rolled them off her long, smooth legs.

The girl’s body was exquisite, but Katya didn’s have time to enjoy her thighs and her smooth buttocks, as she would have wished. Instead, she swiftly removed her own clothes, placed them in her bag and donned the nurse’s uniform. A near perfect fit, tho the skirt was a little short. Not to worry. It was time to go.

‘Sorry about that, darling,’ she said to the sleeping Alison and then, for a moment tempted, she turned the nurse over onto her front, leaving her shapely buttocks exposed, the white panties squeezed over them. With a smile, she gave the sleeping Alison’s bottom a friendly pat. ‘You seem like a nice girl, Alison,’ she said to her quietly, ‘but you should be more careful who you go to work for. ‘

Alison, in any case, was dead to the world and remained motionless, now stripped to just her white bra and panties, lying on her front on the bed she had intended to prepare for Semyon Rudnitski. Her mouth was slightly open, revealing the faintest glimpse of white teeth. Her long hair over her face.

Katya was ready to move.

Then a sudden thought struck her. And she cursed herself for accepting this job. Who would have expected such complications?

These three nurses had come on duty presumably when the security guard was already there. In other words, he would know exactly who was supposed to be in the hospital, and who was not. This meant she had no chance of just slipping by him without raising suspicion.

Her mind raced. Everything became more complicated. What she would need to do was to stay in the hospital now until the security guard reached the end of his shift and was relieved. Then she would slip by past the new one, who wouldn’t know who was meant to be up there, and who not. She contemplated for a moment simply forcing the guard at gunpoint to let her by, but decided against it. Dealing with a nurse was one thing, but it was possible that the guard had some kind of alarm button which he would quietly activate. Not worth the risk.

This meant that she was going to have to stick around on the hospital landing for a while. But then that created another dilemma. She was, after all, sharing the landing with two nurses, and had just drugged and stripped one of their colleagues. Alison had presumably been off to perform some errand in room 14. About a quarter of an hour had passed since her entry. They would no doubt be growing concerned in the charge room and would shortly come and investigate.

This meant a window of opportunity. Katya realized that she was going to have to deal with the two remaining nurses. There was no way that she could spend another hour or two on the landing without them finding the drugged Alison and raising the alarm. So the other two would have to join Alison in having a no doubt well-deserved sleep. But how to arrange this?

Thinking fast, Katya, still in the white nurse’s uniform, grabbed her bag and with swift and silent steps left the room and her victim to her slumber.

She covered the ten meters to the sluice room, on the left hand side of the corridor. From it, she could hear what was going on in the office further down. She would hear when one or other of the nurses came to see what was up with her luckless colleague. And then Katya would be ready.

As it was, she was now on damage limitation mode. That girl entering the room meant that the hospital security or Rudnitski’s own men would probably search the room or demand that the oligarch be placed in a different one. Katya intended nevertheless to move the sleeping Alison once she had dealt with her colleagues. But it was probable that her mission was a failure. Now what remained to do was to avoid turning operational failure into disaster by ensuring her own tidy exfiltration from the hospital.

Strange Dreams On A Train

Lucy felt the train begin to move as she sat alone in her compartment. It was just after sunrise. The trip would take 30 hours, and for the night the seats would be folded down to make a bed. It was day now, and most people in the sleeper car had their doors and curtains open and were sitting in their seats looking out the window. There was something very romantic about riding a train, but not for Lucy yet. Lucy was 24 and very attractive with long brown hair and firm well rounded breasts. Her legs were long and slender, and turned heads wherever she went. She didn’t have a boyfriend though, and hadn’t had sex in a long time. “Way too long!” She thought to herself as the train picked up speed and she could feel bumps. The motion of the train and the bumps were already arousing her. Lucy had seen several good looking guys her age, or slightly older, board the train. At least two had even made eye contact with her and smiled. Perhaps later on she would get lucky and meet someone. It was way too early for that now though. Right now she needed to take a nap. She wasn’t used to getting up this early and was still very sleepy. Lucy slid the glass door on her compartment closed and drew the curtain across it. She had total privacy now, except for the window to the outside. The train was moving fast and there was no way anyone could see inside now. She began to get comfortable. As she slowly unbuckled the tiny straps on her high heeled shoes, her fantasies began. She imagined a guy was doing it for her. She loved to be undressed by someone else! Her shoes were off now, and she turned sideways and placed her bare legs and feet across the seat and sat sideways with her back to the window. “Just how comfortable shall I get now?” she thought to herself. She unbuttoned the top button of her dress. In a few seconds she decided to be more daring. She unbuttoned five more buttons and exposed her bra. It was frilly and white and felt tight on her. She reached behind her and unhooked it. Then she worked the straps off her shoulders and arms through her dress and took it off. Next she re-buttoned all but two of the buttons on her dress and tossed the bra on the floor on top of her shoes. Lucy felt all tingly and sexy now. She lifted her dress up over her hips and exposed her tiny panties. For proper sleep, they should come off too she thought. She slowly eased the panties down and off and tossed them aside with her other things. As she closed her eyes and tried to sleep her fantasies were in overdrive! As the train’s many wheels clicked along the tracks, she had a naughty thought. “What if her door and curtain were open now?” Any guy walking by could see everything, at least below her waist. Then she decided to go further. She unbuttoned every button on her dress and exposed her right breast completely. There; no guy could resist her now, if her door were open, she imagined. All those erotic events shifted to just her mind now. It wasn’t long before her lifelong dominant fetish popped up. She never went more than a few minutes without it coming into play somehow, and it had been that way since her early teens. At times she cursed it, and thought that it wasn’t healthy or normal, but it still ruled her life. She was born with it and couldn’t do anything but indulge it. Lucy had a sleepy fetish. She constantly fantasized about a guy putting her to sleep somehow, and having his way with her limp body. It varied in scenario, but always proceeded to the same end. She would pass out completely and he would slowly strip her and begin by kissing and touching her limp naked body everywhere. For the end game, he would go down on her for a while, and then finally mount her. The methods of knockout varied, from a drugged drink to a forced injection, but her favorite was the chloroform soaked cloth being placed over her nose and mouth. That was the method she had seen in the movies and TV the most, and to her was the most romantic. It was gentle, and rendered her helpless gradually. The man had a firm hold on her, and he was close enough for her to feel his taut muscles and smell his scent. She would struggle of course, but she knew her pass out was inevitable and she would be totally his. She would soon melt in his strong arms, and be carried off like a doll. Just the thought of it happening sent chills up and down her spine! With those pleasant thoughts in her head, Lucy drifted off to sleep. She remained motionless for some time and then her body started to move around slightly. She was beginning to dream… It was nearly dark and Lucy’s eyes opened. Her door and curtains were wide open! She was exposed on the seat and a man was coming into her compartment! He was tall, and looked strong and handsome. Lucy folded her arms in front of her to cover her exposed right breast. She thought about getting up and running but she could not move. Suddenly the man was on top of her. He was holding a wet cloth over her face. “It must be chloroform!” she thought to herself. As he held the cloth on her, he also tried to pull her arms away to get to her breasts. Lucy held her arms in position, but could do little else. Her eyes were in rapid flutter now, and her body was relaxing all by itself. Her time awake was quickly running out. In less than a minute, her body suddenly went limp and her eyes gently closed. The man held the cloth on her for over a minute after she was out. Then he pulled it away and tossed it on the floor. Her limp arms were easy to move now, and he was able to completely expose both of her breasts. He fondled them for a minute and then got up and quickly closed the compartment door and pulled the curtains over it. The man spread Lucy’s legs apart easily and quickly put his mouth in her most private spot. He was able to smell and taste her now, with no resistance of any kind. To his surprise she was very wet down there already! The man had heard that some women were aroused by the idea of being chloroformed and kidnapped, but he never really believed it. Could she have been excited that way? It didn’t matter now. She was totally limp and all his anyway! At first he went down on her ever so gently. As he licked her; he could see goose bumps forming on her inner thighs. She was ready for him now. He stood up and quickly removed his pants and underwear. He was ready too. He was as hard as steel. It had been a long time since he had release, and there was a huge load of seed inside ready to explode. His gentleness faded as he stood up, and he mounted her like a ruthless pirate! He then ravaged her flesh with abandon. As he moved roughly in and out, her limp body lay helplessly still and accommodated his needs. Then, after nearly 15 minutes, suddenly he burst! Like a fountain, his seed filled her, and with no protection at all. When it was finally over, he got up off of her and put his underwear and pants back on. Then he opened the curtains and door, and left. Lucy woke up with a start. It was nearly noon. The sun was shining in the window, and the door and curtains were closed. She was still naked below the waist and her breast was still exposed. She was relieved that it had all been a dream! It all seemed so real though. It was like he she was watching him ravage her limp body from above. Now she was really horny! Lucy put her breast back inside her dress, but left the buttons open. Then she pulled her dress down over her hips, but left her panties off. When that was done, she opened her curtain and door, and sat sideways on her seat just like before. Perhaps a man would notice her now! About 8 compartments down and on the opposite side of the train, Jeff had closed his door and curtains for privacy as well. He was ready to load and check his tranquillizer gun. It held 6 small darts, and he loaded them all in. Then he read his instructions carefully. Aim for her chest. One dart will knock her out completely in about 5 minutes and last an hour or so. If a second dart is fired a minute or two after the first dart she will pass out almost instantly, and sleep for 2-3 hours. When the darts are pulled out the last part of the dose is drawn in by suction. This insures a full dose, and a long and deep sleep. Jeff needed a woman badly. He had just come off a book signing tour and had been taunted enough! Jeff was not a writer. He was the guy on the cover of many romance novels. He was tall, lean, and had long blond hair and deep blue eyes. His unkempt hair and partly unshaven face gave him a rough and tumble look that the women that read the books all dreamed about. He looked a lot like the 80’s book cover model Favio, and had an even worse book name. They called him Thor! The women readers loved it and thought that he really looked like a god. Jeff hated it, but it was a living. What he really hated was the way all the women made such a fuss over him when they recognized him. The women in the book stores all tried to mob and attack him! He could rarely single one out and have a date. When he did connect with one, all she talked about was those novels. That’s why he wanted tonight’s woman unconscious. When he found her he would dart her first, and then make his move. That way she would pass out before she realized who he was, and he could have some fun and sex his way for a change! Once he was comfortable with the gun, he put it in his pocket and started to walk the aisles of the train to find his prey. He saw several women right away, but they either weren’t his type or were not alone. At the other end of the car, when he had almost given up hope, he found her! He passed by her compartment and then stopped and looked from a safe distance. She was hot! She had bare legs and feet, and her dress was completely unbuttoned! Without further thought, he aimed the gun and fired. The dart hit her chest “dead on” right between her breasts. Then he stepped out of sight for a minute to let the drug take effect. Lucy was riding peacefully in her seat when she suddenly felt a sting in her chest. She looked down and saw the small dart. At first she shook her head and looked around. “Was she dreaming again?” She wondered. “No, she wasn’t dreaming this time!” She reached to pull the dart out. Then she saw that the vile had some of the drug still in it. If she pulled it out, that would be sucked into her and she would get an even larger dose! She left the dart alone. She considered getting up and closing her door. When she tried to do that, she felt too dizzy to get up. Once again her first mode of defense was to fold her arms to cover her open dress. Then he stepped into the compartment. Wow! He was everything she ever dreamed about in a guy and then some. As he got close she could see his beautiful blue eyes. The drug was working though and her eyes were rapidly losing focus. He took her right hand in his and tried to pull her arm off of her chest. She resisted. That was a mistake! He let go of her hand, reached in his pocket and pulled out a gun! Just when Lucy thought she was about to die, a second dart hit her right breast. She passed out almost instantly. Jeff put the gun away, closed the compartment door, and pulled the curtains closed. Then he pulled the curtain over the outside window as well. It was time to admire his prize. First he pulled her arms out of the way and pulled out both darts. Next he pulled her unbuttoned dress down over her shoulders and rendered her topless. Oh yes! This one would be perfect. He continued to pull the loose dress down over her hips and off. She wasn’t wearing any underwear! This one was really asking for it. He undressed quickly and got down on his knees. Then his seduction scene began. He started by massaging her feet, just like the scenes in the books his face was on. Then with both hands and his tongue he worked his way slowly from her feet to her neck stopping everywhere in between. He had done this with many women, but never with one that was totally unconscious like this. She was like a warm real life doll! He held her face in his hands and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Her mouth was partly open and he was able to probe it deeply with his tongue. Then he sniffed her hair. It had a floral scent, and was baby soft to the touch. Holding her beautiful limp head in his hands was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Finally he put her head down on the seat and tasted her breasts. Her nipples instantly became erect in his mouth, even though she was deeply under. That didn’t surprise him. He had always thought that some sexual functions were instinctive. He turned his attentions lower, and tasted her ultimate nectar. As he did it she became much damper there and he could also see signs of arousal on the flesh of her inner thighs. He slipped on a condom before entering her. Then he mounted her gently. Seeing her on her back, limp, with her head to the side, and her eyes closed was driving him over the edge! He was in control of his own movements. He could thrust with no resistance at all. It was like having sex with a doll, only this was no doll! She was a beautiful woman and oh so real! Such passion could not last forever. After about 10 minutes, he finally burst and felt his load pulse inside her. If it weren’t for the condom, surely this load would have made any girl pregnant he thought to himself as he pulled out and looked at the amount in the condom! Then he covered her with her dress, as if it were a blanket. Jeff quickly redressed himself and picked up the darts from the floor. He took those and the condom with him. As he left, he closed her curtains and door to keep her safe and out of sight. Lucy woke up hours later and looked around. “Was this another dream?” She wondered. Then she realized that her dress had been taken off. Her window curtain was closed too. Then she remembered the darts. She looked at her breasts. There were 2 tiny holes there! No, this was no dream. As she tried to remember him, all she could see was his long blonde hair and his blue eyes. His face was a blur. All of a sudden, the powerful drug kicked in again and she quickly drifted back to sleep. Oh the sweet dreams she would have now…

Chloroform My Wife

One day I told my wife I had to leave for a couple of days, for work (nothing strange, it happens often), but this time I did not.
I knew she had to work till late, that day, so I waited in the house preparing myself to receive her.
I wore leather pants, black t-shirt, leather jacket, no shoes to avoid any noise, black balaclava and a pair of skin tight unlined leather gloves.
I piled, close to the bed, many silk scarves, and went in the kitchen, in the dark, to wait for her with a white cloth in my gloved hand and a bottle of chloroform.
I know chloroform is dangerous, but I wanted her to experience the closest kidnapping scenario possible, so I poured few drops of sweet smelling liquid onto the cloth, instead of soaking it completely, and folded it into my leathered palm.
When she arrived, I could hear her steps out of the door in advance, and my heart start racing, and prepared myself for the scene.
She entered, closed the door behind her back, locked it (thinking to be safe after that ...) tossed her purse on the couch and headed to the bedroom while starting to remove her leather jacket. I silently (no shoes) followed her, with the white cloth in my black leather hand, and saw her stopping at the bedroom door, after she turned on the light and noticed the scarves on the bed.
It was only a moment, because before she started to move or do anything, I grabbed her from behind and clamped the cloth over her mouth and nose.
I did not expect all that strength in her, she started to struggle and kicking a lot, trying to remove the cloth from her mouth and nose.
I was holding her arms still with my left arm, and the right gloved hand was doing a perfect job to silent her shouting attempts with the cloth. I tried to drag her towards the bed, and with my excitement, I saw her desperate looking face in the mirror of the bedroom when we stopped in front of it: her eyes wide open, looking my masked face and my shiny leathered hand muffling her cries.
But unfortunately she started to fight with a new strength,after she got a whiff through the cloth, surely scared by the sweet light smell and I was unbalanced by this new attempt to get free of my hold.
We both collapsed onto the carpet, but I managed to not remove my gloved hand from her mouth.Her right arm got free, and she brought her hand to her face, trying to remove the cloth with muffling.
I had to pin her legs with mines, to avoid to hurt ourselves with her crazy kicking.
At this point I had to tell her something: I started with a "ssshhhhhhhhh"
Not working, told her: 'SShhhhh...it's me...sssshhhhhhhh..relax and breath...I won't hurt you.....sssshhhhhhhhhh!!!"
I could see the look of her eyes changing from FEAR to AMAZEMENT, then to RELIEF and last closing them. She also decreased her body rigidity, and the hold on my gloved hand....after few seconds she started to breath deeply and relaxing.....
I knew the chloroform on the cloth was not enough to put her to sleep, if not completely evaporated, so I was even more excited by her acting as a chloroformed woman now.
I hold the cloth for a while onto her mouth and nose,loosening the pressure and staring at the contrast of the white cloth and the shiny black leather of my hand, while caressing her lovely face with my other leathered hand and whispering full of love: "sleep baby, ssshhhh....you are mine now....good girl...need you to sleep for a while....ssshhhhhhhh!!"
After a minute or so, I removed the cloth,approached it to my nose and smelled it: As I thought, only a light trace of chloroform scent was present.....
I lift her limp body (she did really a good job not moving or helping me),lied her on the bed and got her undressed. Then tied her hands and legs to the bed structure, blindfolded her heavily, and scarf gagged her mouth as well.
I pressed my leather gloved hand onto her gagged mouth, knowing how much the leather scent of my palm could excite her and asked her to wake up: she started to moan,first softly then higher and higher like if she was in a nightmare.
I started to caress her naked body with my cold leather hand, always pressing the other one onto her gagged mouth and happy to find her pussy completely wet.
We made love and was very intense.
Later on she told me she was scared to death, thinking she was going to die or even worse...she did not realized about the cloth at the beginning, she thought she was being handgegged, maybe by a leather gloved hand pressed onto her mouth and nose (even if it is one of our passion it was completely out of her mind I could be the aggressor...), but when she saw her face in the mirror with the white cloth pressed onto the mouth by the black gloved hand, the sweat smell in her breathing and the masked face.....she hearth start racing like hell and her mind went black out.....GREAT TRUE EXPERIENCE without being true...
She told me not to do it anymore.....but I know she really enjoyed it.

Chloroformed by My own Uncle

Adriano isn’t my real uncle, more a friend of the family, although I’ve always called him uncle Adriano. He’s a bit younger than my daddy, probably late thirties, a handsome man, he always used to make a fuss of me when I was younger, giving me sweets and things like that. He and his wife Monica used to live just down the road from us and I got to know him when Mum started to work for them. They owned a chemist shop on the high street and Mum worked on the cosmetics counter, which was until 7 years ago when they won some money on the lottery and they sold their business and moved to Rome.
It was about two months ago that Mum told me Adriano and Monica had separated. Apparently it was quite amicable, although unexpected. They split the money they’d won and Monica had moved away to somewhere in Milan. Uncle Adriano had been a bit upset and daddy had gone to stay with him for a few days after it’d happened.
At the beginning of April my company book me on a week’s training course in Rome and I realize that the hotel I’m in is just around the corner from Adriano’s. Daddy suggests I should go and see him one evening when I’m there.
I ring him on the Tuesday from my hotel, he’s so happy to hear from me and pleased that things are going well. Since I last saw him I’ve left home and moved into a new flat. I tell him that I’m in Rome and we agree that I should go over and stay with him on Friday night, although I think he would like me to stay for the whole weekend.
It’s Adriano’s birthday on Sunday, I know that because mine’s next week - I’ll be 27. On Thursday the training course finishes early and I go into town to buy Adriano a birthday card. I think I should really buy a present but have no idea what to get. Then as I’m looking in shop windows for inspiration I notice a dress shop selling brightly colored leather gloves. I remember Adriano always wore driving leather gloves and I decide to go in and buy a pair. The assistant asks if it a present and when I say yes she wraps it in a box with a bow ribbon.
I arrive at Adriano’s just before 6:00 on Friday evening, he lets me in and we go into the lounge. I give him the card and present, he asks if he can open them now and I say that’s fine. He unwraps the box and takes out the shiny soft leather gloves. He’s delighted with the present and puts it on and goes to the mirror to look at himself, he can’t thank me enough and comes over and hugs and kisses me.
He takes off the gloves and puts them back in the box with a smiling face.
We sit and chat for a few minutes and then so goes to make some tea; when he comes back he suggests I sit next to him on the sofa. He comments that it’ll be my birthday soon and he’ll have to think what he can give me.
I ask how he’s getting on and he says he’s well, a bit lonely, coming to terms with what’s happened. I tell him about my new flat and the job. He asks if I have a boyfriend yet and I say no. Strangely he comments on the fact that he can’t remember me ever having a boyfriend and I say I’m just shy and maybe one day when the right person comes along.
He stares at me for a few moments and then asks - ‘Do you think I’m attractive?’
I’m surprised by the question, unsure of what to say - ‘Yes.’
He moves closer to me on the sofa and puts his hand on my knee. I’m suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable. ‘That’s good; I know I’m not as young as I used to be, but some girls like mature man - what about you?’
He takes hold of my hand, I start to pull away, ‘Come here I’m not going to bite you,’ - he starts to unbutton his shirt. ‘Do you like my body?’ - with that he takes my hand and puts it inside his shirt.
This is suddenly getting very weird. I pull my hand away and quickly get off the sofa.
‘Look, I’ve changed my mind, I think I’d better be going now.’
‘You don’t need to be shy with me, Dawn, I’ll show you what to do.’
‘No, really, I must be going,’ I move towards the door.
‘Okay, but before you go, I need you to help me with something, come along.’ With that, he picks up the gloves and walks upstairs. I’m trying to call after him, to say goodbye. I stand at the bottom of the stairs.
‘Uncle Adriano.’ No response. I walk up a few steps and call again. ‘Uncle Adriano?’
‘In here,’ the answer comes from the bedroom.
As I enter, Adriano’s taking something off a drawer.
He comes towards me. ‘Turn around.’
‘What?’
‘Turn around.’ He takes hold of my shoulder and gently pushes me around.
‘Now, put your hands behind your back.’ Without waiting for me to comply, Adriano takes hold of my arms and pulls them behind my back.
I don’t know why, maybe it‘s the tone of his voice, or maybe I’m just used to doing what I’m told, but before I realize what’s happening I feel something cold against my wrists and as I try to pull my hands apart I hear a metallic click. I look over my shoulder and realize that he’s handcuffed me.
‘What are you doing!’ Adriano ignores me and walks over and closes the bedroom door.
I try to pull my hands apart, but the handcuffs scrape down the side of my wrists.
‘I wouldn’t waste your time, they’re solid steel and the only way out is if I decide to unlock them. Now why don’t you come and sit down here on the bed and I’ll give you your birthday present?’ Adriano moves past me and motions to the bed.
Frantically I look around the room - has he gone completely mad? I back away from him and move into a corner of the bedroom.
He moves towards me, holding out his hand. ‘Come on.’
I kick out with my right leg, a wide sweeping arc well in front of him, just as a warning, and he stops.
‘Now come on, there’s nothing you can do and I promise I’ll be gentle, you’ll enjoy it.’
‘I’ll scream, I mean it, release me now, I’ll go and we’ll forget all about this.’
‘Don’t be silly, Dawn.’
‘I’ll count to ten, if you haven’t released me by then I’ll start screaming, one - two - three -’
‘All right, all right, if you’re sure that’s what you want, come and sit over here while I get the key.’
Adriano guides me to a chair by the dressing table, as I sit he positions my arms over the back of the chair.
The gloves I bought him are on the dresser and he picks them up. ‘You know, this is a lovely present... and so useful.’ He takes one soft glove and start to slip into it.
‘Uncle Adriano, unlock the handcuffs, please.’
Ignoring my pleas he ties a large knot in the middle of a silk scarf once he is gloved, and raises it above my head, holding it either side of the knot. Then in one sudden movement he pushes his knees into my arms, pinning them to the chair, and brings the scarf down. Forcing the knot into my mouth he ties it behind my head, then once he’s tied a second knot he moves his knees away from the chair.
I stand up, half stumbling; I push past his back to my corner. I try to push the gag out of my mouth with my tongue but it’s tied far too tight. I call out through the scarf gag but can only manage an incoherent mumble.
‘Now then, where were we? Oh yes, I was going to give you your birthday present.’ He again moves towards me and again I kick out, trying to shout through the gag.
‘I’m going to have you one way or another. Now we can either do this the easy way or the hard way: it’s up to you.’ He moves towards me and again I kick out.
‘Okay, the hard way. Wait there.’ With that, he leaves the room.
Wait there, what the hell is he going to do now? I look around the room, the bedroom door slightly open and I think about following him. Maybe I can get downstairs, but I don’t know where he’s gone and anyhow what could I do once I’m out of the bedroom. I couldn’t open the front door with my hands handcuffed behind my back, the phone’s downstairs in the lounge, but gagged, what use is that? I look at the window; maybe in the movies people jump through bedroom windows, but it doesn’t seem a good idea in real life.
He’s coming back.
‘I knew this would come in useful one day,’ he says, putting a bottle down on the dresser.
He walks across to the bedside table and picks up a handful of tissues which he folds into a pad. Taking the bottle he unscrews the top and holding the tissues over the mouth of the bottle he turns it upside down for a few seconds, letting the liquid soak into the pad.
‘Don’t worry; this isn’t going to hurt you. I’m just going to chloroform you, put you to sleep for a few minutes, and when you wake up I’ll have you nice and tightly tied up and then we can have some fun. I’m afraid this doesn’t smell very nice, Monica and I used it on each other a couple of times and it always made me feel sick. But you gave me no choice.’
He moves towards me, the chloroform pad in his right gloved hand. I’m shaking my head, screaming through the gag at him to stop, but he’s ignoring me. I back away from him into the corner of the room; as he moves closer, I kick out and he backs away a little.
He moves in again, I kick out, but his movement was a feint and suddenly he’s behind me. He grabs me around the waist with his left arm and brings the chloroform pad up to my face, but I manage to twist away from him. With my hands cuffed behind my back I’m off balance and I stumble and fall onto the bed. I roll over, try to get off the other side but he’s suddenly on top of me. His left leathered hand grips my cheeks, his right pushes the chloroform-soaked pad to my nose.
I’m winded as he falls on me, the scarf gag forcing me to breathe through my nose, and suddenly I’m hit by a rich overpowering sickly sweet smell.
He’s now sitting astride me. I’m on my back, my arms pinned beneath me, the steel handcuff biting into my wrists. My legs are free and I try to kick out and twist my body but Adriano’s full weight is on my chest and I can’t move.
I’m struggling to catch my breath, turning my head violently from side to side, trying to break Adriano’s grip.
‘Please don’t struggle, Dawn, just take a few deep breaths and it’ll be over very quickly.’
I can’t hold out any longer. I take a breath, twisting and turning my head as I do, but Adriano keeps the chloroform pad to my face and I suck in a lung full of the powerful anesthetic.
‘That’s a good girl.’
My head’s starting to pound. I’m screaming into the gag but Adriano’s just smiling, making shushing noises.
I’m breathing again, trying to take short breaths, not to breathe in too much chloroform. As I’m laying there trying to fight him the pounding in my head is getting worse.
‘You should be feeling a little woozy by now, another couple of breaths and it’ll be all over, then the fun will start. By the way, I do love these leather gloves you gave me’
I need to breathe again but I know the anesthetic is taking effect, if I don’t break free soon it’ll be too late. With all my remaining strength I try to buck Adriano off my chest and roll over, but it’s useless.
I lay there exhausted, my head pounding. I can resist no longer. As I take another breath the last thing I remember is looking up into Adriano’s face.
My head’s throbbing and my mouth feels strange. I try to roll over to get more comfortable but nothing happens. As I lay with my eyes closed, I’m aware that my arms seem to be above my head. Trying to focus my thoughts, I suddenly remember what happened. I try to sit up, but I can’t move. I turn my head and see my hands have been tied to the bed head and in the same moment I realize I’m totally naked. I look around the room and I see Adriano standing at the end of the bed, I try to call out but there’s some sort of ball in my mouth. He is wearing a pair of black leather pants now, heavy boots, the one special forces use, a pair of skin tight unlined leather gloves (not the one I just bought him for his birthday) and a mask revealing only his cold sharp eyes and lips.
‘Sleeping Beauty awakes. How are you feeling, oh I forgot you can’t answer, never mind. You may have noticed I’ve changed your gag, I’ve thought of another use for the scarf.’
He moves to the side of the bed, I try to move away but I’m tied spread-eagled.
‘Now now, is that any way to treat me, don’t you want your birthday present?’
With that he takes a huge black knife from his belt, and come on the bed. He clamps his leathered hand firmly over my gagged mouth. A strong leather scent fulfills my nostrils now, and the cold blade of his knife is slid gently on my shivering skin…..
‘I promise you’ll love this.’

The Boss Want You

It was Lena's first day at work and she looked fabulous! dressed in a charcoal grey skirt suit with a skirt length well above the knee  - well, mid thigh actually, wearing killer heals to show off her beautiful, toned, tanned, smooth, sexy bare legs. She also wore a smart shirt that was fitted to her athletic, toned but curvy body, blue in color with a white collar and short sleeves, the top also highlighted her pert, small but perfect full breasts. Lena was 21 years old, a Sports Major from University where she had also been captain of the volleyball team. Lena is 5ft 6inches, very statuesque with an Italian mother who was a catwalk model and a Greek father who was a playboy in the shipping business. This meant that she had smooth silky olive tan skin, big brown eyes that could melt your heart and a wonderful smile but given her fitness, the perfect toned figure - think Raquel Welch in her prime from 1 million BC but with olive skin and aged 21 and you can now see what I mean. Her job was to be the office junior/graduate scheme new starter at the local Health Spa. Her aim was to run the spa within 5 years! Lena was very ambitious, always charming but with a cheeky glint in her big brown eyes! When she had met her boss, Louise, she had made a connection with her and Louise liked Lena. In fact, she really took a shine to Lena.

Louise, the current MD of the Spa was 33 years old, just about 5ft 1 and very petite with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She may have looked petite, but Louise had made a name for herself in female cage fighting! she looked like Michelle Pfeiffer all be it a pocket rocket version! great shapely legs with strong but not overly muscled thighs, a six pack but still lovely tummy, small but perfectly pert breasts and toned arms and given her skills, not a mark on her! she had quite a severe manner about her and she was stern with her staff but she really was striking! she had a fearsome reputation in the ring having never been knocked out or lost and in fact winning 12 of her 15 fights by way of complete knockout! she had a very hard punch! the other 3 wins came by way of sleeperhold knock out! She had even fought a fly weight man only a month before and knocked him out cold barely 30 seconds into the fight! she was sexy! but she was very tough!

Louise was bi sexual and openly so and single and she had hired Lena not just because she could obviously do the job but also because she thought that Lena had killer legs and a killer body and, well....she really fancied Lena! It had helped that Lena had been single for 6 months - her last boyfriend cheated on her - why, no one knows - he wasn't going to get anyone better looking that's for sure but she was off men for the moment. Lena had dabbled with kissing other girls at college as you do but she wouldn't have called herself a lesbian although she did love a great pair of legs and could see real beauty in other women. She thought Louise was very sexy and liked her assertiveness and for some reason also liked the idea that Louise could and had rendered people unconscious! this was a new feeling for her but one she liked although she had no plans to knock anyone out or be knocked out, she just liked the idea of standing over someone you have complete control over!  Lena knew that Louise was flirting with her at the interview and she could see that her legs were the trick. She didn't care, she got the job!

The day passed quickly and it was obvious that Lena had got on well with Louise and that Louise was happy with the pace that Lena was learning the ropes. Lena also knew that Louise liked the outfit she was wearing which had been her plan anyway.

Louise knew that she must have Lena, those legs, that body, that face! she wanted her today! this afternoon, now in fact. It was 5.30pm and the evening shift were coming in to work and the day shift, excluding Lena had left. Louise asked to see Lena at the end of the day in Louise's private office to discuss her first day. The office had a lock in it and a double bed behind the desk. No one would disturb the boss at all as the evening shift manager had her own office and it wasn't uncommon for Louise to stay the night and work late. Louise's office was the far office in the facility well away from everyone else!

Lena sat down, her short skirt riding up her thigh giving Louise a great view especially as she crossed her legs to talk to Louise. Louise had placed a bottle of chloroform and a cloth on the far side of the bed, away from Lena's line of sight. Her plan wasn't to chloroform her straight away, it may take a little too long and the struggle may attract attention. What Louise planned was to wait for Lena to get up to leave the room whereby Louise had learnt that there was a pressure point on the back of the head just to the left of the right ear and if you hit that area of the head with a fist, the blow would knock the person out cold instantly for a couple of minutes and best yet, not concussed the opponent. The perfect technique to subdue Lena without a struggle and then administer the chloroform to keep her out for as long as she wanted too.

Louise congratulated Lena on her first day and thanked her for her help, she did so by gently placing her hand on Lena's thigh, her leg felt so good, Lena knew what was going on and appeared to quite enjoy it, she didn't flinch and in fact, she found Louise's company and flirtations enjoyable and flattering. Maybe there was something here but it was her first day and so there was plenty of time. Louise asked her what her plans were that evening as she would happily buy dinner for Lena if she wanted as a thank you. Lena had no plans and was going to go home, order pizza and watch TV before another long day at work but made an excuse that she was going to her old college gym for a workout and to meet some friends. Louise said no problem and see you tomorrow.

Lena uncrossed her legs, got up, thanked Louise for the day, smiled and walked to the door. When she was only a foot and a half away, Louise had silently and quickly snuck up behind her and swiftly and firmly punched Lena in the back of the head, behind the ear. It was a very hard blow and Lena didn't feel anything but she felt her eyes rolling up to her head, a white flash and that she was falling backwards, she let out a soft "Unnhhh" and it went black. Louise caught Lena as she fell, scooped her up in a cradle carry and gently placed the unconscious new girl flat out on her back on the bed. Lena was knocked senseless but Louise could see her eyes rolling about the top of her head and although clearly unconscious, she wasn't completely out cold. Lena moaned softly every other time she breathed out and her muscles in her arms and legs would jerk as she tried to unscramble those senses. Louise loved the look of Lena and loved the look of girls who had been knocked out this way, she found it erotic! Louise took off Lena's shoes, sat Lena up and took off her suit jacket, she then unbuttoned her shirt and unzipped her skirt. Lena was starting to come round but was too dazed and confused to know what was going on but Louise decided that it was time for the chloroform! she took the cloth, poured a sizable amount of chloroform on it, replaced the lid and gently placed the cloth over Lena's mouth and nose. Lena bucked from the first intake but it was a reflex as the young woman didn't know what was going on. Her brain was still too foggy from being knocked silly to understand that she was being knocked deeper into unconsciousness! she sighed a few times but within 20 seconds, Lena went completely limp and breathed out a sigh signalling oblivion! 

Louise took away the cloth after a few more seconds and breaths that made sure the tanned beauty was completely out cold but she didn't want her completely unconscious for too long. Louise loved the idea of Lena being semi conscious, slightly coming too then going out again and she knew that this bout of chloro and the blow to her head would keep her out for about 15 minutes. Louise took the shirt off Lena and removed her skirt to reveal, the curvy, tight, toned, smooth, olive skinned body and killer legs that Louise knew was always there and she marveled at the younger girls rocking figure! she took her time taking off Lena's bra and matching panties, frilly, skimpy and white and then slowly started to kiss and caress every square inch of Lena's fantastic body. Louise knew that even though a person was unconscious, they could still be aroused. Lena's nipples hardened when her breasts were touched, kissed, stroked or caressed and Lena's pussy was very wet indeed even before Louise started to pay attention in the area with her tongue! Louise also had her vibrator to hand to help arousal and climax. Louise started up the vibrator and placed it against Lena's lips on her pussy, Louise then kissed Lena's tummy and breasts and started to kiss Lena's mouth, placing her tongue inside. 15 minutes goes quickly when you are enjoying yourself and Lena started to stir. Not only stir but it was quite clear from the moans that Lena was very aroused and close to orgasm. Louise left the vibrator where it was and gently kissed Lena's neck and ear lobe whispering "Wake up sleepy head, I've got something for you. I know you like this Lena you horny girl"

Lena did like it! she was so groggy and woozy from the drugging and knockout blow but her body was full of pleasure! her pussy, her body, tummy, breasts, legs, arms, mouth, everything. She didn't have a clue how she got in the position she was in, she last remembered walking to the door, then there was a sweet smelling pungent something and now, she was naked on a bed in her bosses office with a vibrator making her feel great and Louise kissing, licking and caressing all the places that drive her to great passion! she was so dazed and confused and was struggling to put it together but her idea of enjoying knocking someone else out also extended to enjoying being knocked out and being submissive. Just as her senses were coming too, there was a wet cloth placed over her nose and mouth and that very noxious sweet smell that was addictive fogging up her brain again and all the while that vibrator was driving her wild! Lena was getting dizzy but breathed in the fumes and the room span out into blackness, she sighed "Louise....I....I.....lo......love....this....than...thank...youuuuuu...." she passed out from the fumes! Louise continued with the vibrator, her tongue and the kissing and caressing and after another 15 minutes, Lena started coming round again but this time, Louise allowed Lena to fully wake up and as her senses returned and the fog cleared, Lena had the greatest orgasm of her life! in fact her first ever multiple orgasm! Louise's hands and body were everywhere and Lena just cried with complete pleasure!

Louise allowed a few minutes for them both to recover and told Lena that she knew that from the first interview, here was a girl that Louise just fell in love with! she lusted after her and always wanted to do this to her. Lena blushed and replied, I thought you were so sexy and strong, I never imagined sex like this! Can we do this again sometime soon. Louise smiled and knew that Lena was a great hire! of course we can, as often as you like darling.

Lena asked if she could take a shower, there was a private shower in the room and Louise said of course, I'll join you! Lena had 3 older brothers and could scrap with the best of them but she had learnt the sleeperhold perfectly and had used it on her brothers regularly! she wanted to return the favour to Louise and render her unconscious just to fulfill her desires and would knock the fighter out, drag her wet and gleaming to the bed and knock her out deeply with chloroform and have her way with Louise! she hoped her boss wouldn't mind but she wasn't going to ask! Louise had her back to Lena and Lena placed her arms around Louise's neck and jumped on her back to make sure she wouldn't lose her grip! Lena was much taller than Louise and as long as Louise didn't get free and punch her out, this would work! Lena squeezed but Louise didn't fight back in fact Louise was happy for this to happen, she knew what Lena had planned and besides, she had never been knocked out before! the thoughts really aroused her already! Within 10 seconds, Louise was out cold on the tiles, flat on her back with the warm water gently pouring over her tummy which looked so sexy to Lena glinting wet in the light just rising and falling as Louise lay passed out on the floor.

Lena stopped the shower and dragged Louise back to bed still dripping wet, as was Lena but she didn't care, she felt so aroused from knocking her boss out! she got the cloth and the chloroform and waited for Louise to start to come too then she applied the cloth to her face, covering her nose and mouth, she could feel Louise struggle but not too much, Louise was moaning pleasurably the fumes making her more out of breath, forcing her to suck more of the knockout drug into her bloodstream sending her into a pleasurable oblivion. Lena spoke softly as Louise was blacking out "Your all mine now boss, I'm knocking you out cold for the night!" Louise let out a contented final sigh as her aroused body lost its fight with consciousness and she was rollercoasted into a black hole...."Uuunnnhhhh!"...

Written by: Steve