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…

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.’

Betrayal Of Trust

Chloe knew all about Frank’s chloro fetish. They had been married for 5 years now, and pretty much everything was out in the open.They had indulged in lots of roleplaying using a tiny amount of Frank’s aftershave on a J-cloth. After a shaky enough start Chloe had started to grow into the role of the helpless ko victim. Her struggling, mmphing and eye rolling had really come on. Her limp and out cold impersonations had become reasonably authentic, and up to a point Frank was happy enough.

It was certainly better than nothing, being able to fantasy chloroform his wife, considering he was an absolute fanatic. But it wasn’t the real thing.
Of course they had discussed it. They were passionately in love and Chloe wanted very much to satisfy her husband’s every sexual desire.

But she just felt really chloroforming her was a bit too much, just too risky. Frank agreed with her and they had come to a joint decision that it wouldn’t happen. They were both afraid of it going wrong, and the slight risk of harming the beautiful slightly petite brunette.

But as time went on, and as Frank delved more and more into the online chloro fantasy world he started to really struggle to contain his desire. He desperately wanted to really chloroform a woman, and if not his wife then at least someone very close to her.

He had an idea.

Her sister Alison was only a couple of years younger than her (28), and had a similar enough build, she was slightly taller at 5ft 11” with shorter red hair. But she had an equally impressive curvaceous figure, along with ample size cleavage.

From time to time when she’d be over at their house Frank thought her a bit of a smart arse, teasing him about being a little on the large size. Frank kept his council at the time bit it had irked him a bit, he thought it unnecessary. And Chloe knew this.

Eventually she agreed.” Just once” she said. With both of them present, if anything went wrong when Alison was out she felt they would be able to deal with it quickly between the two of them, call an ambulance ect. But they both believed it wouldn’t come to this, they would be careful with the dosage. And when she came to Chloe would back up Frank’s story that she must have drunk too much and passed out.

But Chloe had one major condition if the plan was to be executed. It was Alison, and only Alison who was to be chloroformed.
“Of course” said Frank, “I wouldn’t betray you like that”. And despite his well-documented desires he actually genuinely meant this.

It was a Saturday night and the scene was set. Chloe had invited Alison to join herself and her husband for a few drinks and a DVD.
Doorbell rings around 8pm, battle positions assumed.

Chloe answers. “Hey Ali, come in how’s my sexy little sister?”
“I’m great babes and you? And you?
A bit of small talk as Chloe guides her into the living room on the right hand side of the entrance hall.

“Where’s fat Frank hiding out tonight ha ha?” sniggered Alison as she smugly made her way in.
“I’m right here!” exclaimed Frank as he jumped out from behind the living room door, drugged cloth in hand!

He very emphatically pulled the cloth into Alison’s face with his right hand as he groped her breasts and mid-riff with his left while his loving wife looked on. By now Chloe had assumed a watching position in the room in front of her sister and her cloth wielding spouse.

“Deep breaths Alison, it’s time for a little snooze” teased Frank. “Just do as he says Ali” whispered Chloe, who was a little surprised at how turned on she was getting at this stage!

After lots of mmphing, unsuccessful hand pull away attempts and struggling body shakes Alison eventually succumbed. She passed out beautifully with a whimper and a gorgeous eye roll in her brother in law’s arms.

“Satisfied?” queried Chloe as her husband gently lowered her limp sister onto her side on the carpet.
“Very satisfied” replied an almost uncontrollably aroused Frank. “Grab her legs.”

They lifted Alison’s helpless frame onto the couch and removed her blouse and bra. They placed her in a seated position in the center, gently pushing her head back against the headrest.

Frank sat to her right, Chloe to her left. They removed her red blouse and white supporting bra and both enjoyed a little fondling fun.
“Have you ever been as turned on in your life?” Frank asked his gorgeous life partner.
“Never” replied Chloe. “Sex in nothing compared to this!”

Frank looked across helpless Alison into his wife’s beautiful brown eyes. He was so aroused and in love at this point it was like this was his heaven on earth moment.

He spotted the cloth on the carpet just in front of him where he had dropped it after chloroforming Alison.
“I’m sorry love, but I just can’t help myself!”

He quickly grabbed the cloth, leaned across motionless Alison and clamped it into his wife’s mouth and under her cute little nose!
She had just managed to spurt out a panicked “Whaaaat we agreed!” before she started mmphing profusely.

“I know we did love, I know, but I just have to do this, I can’t resist!
“You know how much chloroforming women turns me on, it’s a major part of my entire being, the woman I’m closest to in my life simply can’t be excluded! Deep breaths love deep breaths!” his voice slightly panicked now.

Chloe placed both her sexy manicured nailed and ring fingered hands on his large hairy right paw. He gave himself the support he needed by placing his left hand on the back of her head. She tried desperately to pull the cloth away but she had no chance.

“Go to sleep my darling, go to sleep” whispered Frank who was starting to relax a little now.

So was his wife!

Chloe’s resistance was beginning to fade. Her hands were slipping intermittently off his at this stage, her mmphing was weakening and her eye fluttering was settling down. With a whimper and an eye roll almost identical to her beloved sister’s final act she tilted her head slightly back and to her left, onto the intersecting corner between the back head rest and the side hand rest of the couch and entered dreamland.

He had done it. And he had gotten revenge on her smarty pants sister at the same time for good measure!

He stood up and surveyed the motionless sister act on his couch. He shook all four of their limp hands to make sure they were completely out cold. He gently re-applied the cloth to both their helpless faces while supporting the backs of their heads with his other hand, just for the sheer turn of it, but they were both well subdued.

“Guilt?” of course. Yes he had betrayed his wife’s trust. But let’s have a little perspective here. Wouldn’t cheating on her have been a much more substantial breach?

He had no regrets. Yes there would be some explaining to do when they came to, but he was confident Chloe would understand and eventually forgive him (she couldn’t have been thaaat surprised when she say the cloth coming her way!), and Alison could be brought around as well, families have to get on. He could explain his grievance with her over her remarks about his weight and use that as a defence.

When Chloe had looked into his eyes so erotically and lovingly as they surveyed the helpless and motionless Alison between them on the couch he simply had to do what he had to do.

He might never again have got the chance.

He prepared to carry his too limp ladies helpless frames up the stairs to himself and Chloe’s spacious master bedroom.

First though he made sure he took the cloth that had done all the damage with him. He picked it up off the floor and placed it into his back pocket.

After all, the bottle of chloroform was locked in a safe at the back of the wardrobe and the night was still young.

Into The Woods

                                                        

            Jeff pulled his small SUV into the parking area of the beautiful park and wildlife refuge. He picked a shady parking spot at the edge of the woods. As Jeff got out of the car, he could feel a cool breeze in the late spring air. He took a deep breath and sighed in delight as he opened the rear hatch and removed his camping equipment and provisions. Once everything was together, he locked his car and headed for the trail into the woods.

            It was early in the season for camping and he was the only one there so far. That was a good thing, given his plans! He was about to abduct the so called “Woman of his Dreams” and carry her off to his tent hidden deep in the woods.

            Jeff had recently turned 40 and was in kind of a mid life crisis. He had long, thick, blond hair, and was an ex Army Ranger. He stood 6 feet 2 and was in great shape. He loved the outdoors and camped out often.

            His relationships with women had been another matter though. Picking up women had been no problem. In fact single women all flocked to him and stared lovingly into his deep blue eyes. After a few dates it always went awry though. They wanted him to clean up his rough and tumble image and give up most of his outdoor activities. He wasn’t about to do that.

            A website, which he had found by accident, offered an interesting, although expensive, solution. He filled out a form with his type preferences. After a long wait he was given instructions, a date and time, and a small package to be opened on the actual day. That day had finally arrived.

            Lisa was excited for the first time in several years! She was riding off on the bridle path, on her horse, and was also enjoying the crisp, cool outside air. The “Man of her Dreams” was going to capture her and carry her off into the sunset. That was what she paid for and was promised anyway. She was slightly dubious, but was still willing to give it a go.

            Lisa was about 5 feet 5 and slender. Her hair was long and shiny brown and her eyes were also blue. Lisa was 37. She was a strong outdoor type and was also in good shape. She wore a red blouse and tight fitting jeans. Under her brown leather boots and jeans were sheer pantyhose. She always wore them when she rode, since they prevented chaffing on her hips and inner thighs. It was an old trick her mother had taught her.

            Lisa was very lonely. All the men she knew were already married of were creeps. Her last boyfriend had dumped her 5 years ago, claiming she loved her horse more than him. He was correct in that regard anyway. She just wasn’t that into him. Too much of a wimp and “Mama’s Boy” she thought. She hadn’t been on a date since. She had been holding out for a real man. No such man had ever approached her though, and time was marching on.

            Lisa was in the place she was told and the designated hour was almost at hand. She rode along, not knowing what to expect next. She wasn’t worried. After all, she could certainly take care of herself.

            Jeff crossed over the bridle path and continued on into the woods for over a mile. He finally found the perfect spot. It was a small clearing at the top of a hill overlooking a stream. The sound of the water running below gave a very soothing and romantic quality to the site. He put down his heavy load and starting making camp.

            He pitched the tent with the opening facing the water below and stowed his provisions inside. The inside of the tent had a canvas floor which he lined with 2 blankets. He also had 2 small pillows.

            He gathered rocks and made a makeshift fireplace in front of the tent. Then he collected some fallen limbs and cut them up for firewood. The fire was soon ready. All he had to do was light it with a match. He also had a fluorescent lantern for inside the tent. It would soon be dark, and he wanted to be able to admire his new captive!

            Jeff looked at his watch. It was time now. He opened the package he had been given and pulled out the contents. There was a dart gun, a brown bottle, another small bottle with an attached eye dropper, and a white cloth. He unfolded the paper that was inside and read the typed instructions.

            She was to be shot in the hip or thigh with a dart. The dose in the dart would not knock her out completely. There was too much risk of her falling off the horse if she passed out. It would make it impossible for her to keep riding though. That was the main idea.

 Then he was to approach her from behind with the cloth soaked in chloroform and put her under the rest of the way by holding it gently over her nose and mouth. He was to hold the cloth on her for several minutes after she went limp. That was to ensure that she would still be deeply under when he got her back to his campsite. The small brown bottle contained fast acting knock out drops. 1 or 2 drops in a drink would knock her out for an hour or so.

            “Easy stuff so far,” he thought to himself. His Army training had well prepared him for this very task. He got some ropes, and a ball gag that he had brought with him, ready and placed them on the blanket inside the tent. Then he headed for the bridle path to prepare for the ambush. As he walked briskly along the trail, his heart was pounding with excitement!

            He wondered why he was given the drugs though. He was certainly strong enough to take any woman by force. Then he thought it over carefully. Maybe she was stronger than he thought and they were to prevent him from hurting her. Or maybe the drugs were part of her fantasy! He had heard of women wanting to be knocked out and carried off. Oh well, he had his instructions and would not disappoint her. Jeff was used to following orders in the army, and this was a mission clear and simple.

            The bridle path was in sight now. He would lurk behind the trees and wait. The dart gun was ready. As he positioned himself behind the tree, his heart was pounding again.

            Lisa was getting bored from riding so slow, so she jerked the reins and made the horse pick up speed. As the new faster motion stimulated her physically, her imagination was running faster too. What would he look like? I hope he has blue eyes! How will he take me away? How can he even get to me when I’m up on the horse?

            One of Lisa’s random questions was about to be answered. She suddenly felt a sting in her upper left thigh. When she turned to look at the spot, she saw a small feathered dart. Due to her faster riding speed and her excitement, the powerful tranquilizer swiftly circulated through her system. “Oh my God!” she thought out loud! This must be a tranquilizer dart. I’m already as good as captured.” Pulling it out would be pointless now. She could clearly feel that the damage was already done.

            Jeff slowly followed the horse and rider that were already slowing down. He knew that he’d hit her. He was an expert marksman. He took the white folded cloth and soaked it with the chloroform as he was told. Then he began his approach.

 Lisa slowed down and stopped. By the time she had looked down and saw the dart, she could already tell that the tranquilizer was working. She suddenly felt giddy and ceased to care about anything. By the time the horse came to a stop, her muscles had mostly relaxed and she could barely raise her arms. Her head was spinning now, and she quickly tried to climb off the horse, thinking she might pass out any second now. When her legs finally hit the ground, they collapsed under her like limp noodles.

Lisa was on the path now, lying helpless on her side. She suddenly saw him approach.   Her vision was blurring badly now, and she could not make out his features, Lisa could tell he was tall though. That part was important to her.

Jeff circled around and approached her from behind as he was trained. He had no way of knowing that it wasn’t necessary. Her eyes had almost no focus and she was totally sedated now and unable to move at all.

Lisa could detect him approaching. Suddenly he was kneeling over her. As she desperately tried to focus and see his face, he suddenly placed a cloth over her nose and mouth. The cloth was soaked in a liquid that smelled strong and sweet. As Lisa inhaled she heard a dull ringing in her ears. “This must be chloroform!” she thought. Why does he need that? He could easily carry me off the way I am. Oh well, I guess he wants me completely under first. Maybe that’s part of his fantasy.

Jeff knelt in delight as he watched Lisa’s baby blue eyes start to flutter. Suddenly her eyes rolled up and closed. Her head went totally limp in his arms after that. Jeff looked at his watch. He held the cloth fast for 2 minutes as he was told. Then he picked up her totally limp body and threw it over his strong shoulder. The horse followed him at a distance as he made his long journey back to the campsite.

Jeff was feeling weary by the time he had carried her limp form for over a mile. He could have used the horse, but it just wouldn’t have been the same. Finally he placed his new companion on the floor inside the tent. Jeff crawled inside and slowly unzipped and removed Lisa’s leather boots. He was elated when he saw her feet and found that she had nylons on. Jeff loved those and the women his age almost never wore them anymore.

Jeff held Lisa’s limp head in his arms and sniffed her hair. Her essence was sweet and unique! Then he ran his fingers through that long brown hair. Baby soft! She was just his type! “Enough playing for now,” he thought to himself. He took the ropes he had brought and tied her ankles and wrists together with her hands behind her back. As a final touch he placed a shiny red ball gag in her mouth and adjusted the strap around her head.

As Lisa slept in the tent Jeff wandered outside. The horse had found the stream and was drinking out of it. The sun was going down and it was getting cooler. Jeff lit the fire with a match. Then he opened a small cooler and grabbed a beer. As he sipped his beer, the sunset over the stream and the woods around provided a scene that took his breath away. Even better was the scene on the other side of the now glowing and crackling fire. Lisa’s sleeping form resting bound and helpless in the tent! Ah life was sweet.

Lisa woke up slowly and her eyes took a few minutes to focus. Then she tried to move and realized that she was bound hand and foot. Her boots were also off, and when she tried to cry out, the ball gag muffled her words. She was totally helpless, just as they promised! Then he was there standing over her.

Lisa was in awe when she saw him. His eyes, his hair, and his ripped chiseled body took her breath away. She wasn’t worried about the bondage now. She knew it was all a game.

Besides, this hunk could knock her out and tie her up any time he wanted as far as she was concerned!  

Finally he spoke. “You must be Lisa,” he said. As he spoke, he removed her ball gag so she could answer.

“And you would be Jeff,” she replied. I must say, I certainly admire your ingenuity in my capture. Where’s my horse?”

“He’s down by the stream enjoying the cool water” Jeff replied. As he spoke he lifted Lisa up and turned her so she could see outside the tent.

Lisa was in awe at the twilight scene, the cool night air, the sound of running water, and the cozy fire burning.

“I must say this is the most romantic encounter I’ve ever had so far!” Lisa remarked. “Are you going to untie me now?”

Without answering, Jeff quickly untied her hands. Then Lisa bent over and untied her ankles. When she was free, Lisa put her boots on, said that she had to pee, and ran into the bushes.

“Don’t go too far, or I’ll have to capture you again!” Jeff remarked. 

“Don’t worry” she said. “Besides, I may want you to capture me all over again later on anyway.”

Lisa soon returned smiling. Jeff was fixing dinner over the fire. He stopped what he was doing long enough to hand her a cold beer. She thanked him and started to drink it. Then they made small talk as they had dinner together sitting on a large rock near the fire. They both remarked that they were not interested in the normal dating scene.

“No club or restaurant could ever deliver this kind of experience.” Jeff said.

Lisa agreed. “We can get to know each other better by spending the night in this beautiful secluded spot than by any “so called” date!” Lisa replied

Then Jeff asked why she wanted to be captured, and above all, how she liked it. Lisa admitted that she had fantasized about being taken off by a handsome man ever since she was a teen. She had been raised to be strong and independent, but at times she longed to be rendered helpless. Every time she watched a woman being abducted in the movies or on TV, she was envious.

“How about the dart, the chloroform, and being tied up part?” Jeff asked coyly. “That’s certainly not the way I would have normally gone about this!”

“I loved the cloth over my face and slipping away into that euphoric void!” Lisa said. “I could have done without the dart, but I realize now that it was the only way for you to get me off the horse. I tingled all over when I woke up bound and gagged though.”

Jeff cleaned up after the dinner and put the provisions away. Then he and Lisa went for a walk along the stream. Lisa did most of the talking as they walked. She confessed to him that her arousal from watching abducted women had lately been more intense. It had become more like a fetish or an obsession now. She also commented that she got especially excited when the woman victim was rendered unconscious somehow.  

“I hate violence and I don’t like to see women hit over the head, punched out, or choked out.” Lisa exclaimed. “But I find a chloroform cloth over her face or a drugged drink gently knocking her out highly erotic.”

Jeff was beginning to understand. He admitted that he was no stranger to sleepy role play himself. When roofies were the date abduction rage, he was staying at a hotel with a girl he had been seeing. The bar in the place had a “Pirate Ship” theme that gave off a very romantic aura. Their room was just down the hall from the bar.

Michelle, his girlfriend, had obtained some roofies and wanted him to put one in her drink at the bar. Then as it took effect and she became helpless, she wanted him to carry her off to the room as kind of a kinky sexual fantasy. Jeff went along, and although the plan worked and the sex was great, she couldn’t remember any of it afterwards. That was the one down side of using a roofie for consensual sleepy sex.  

They were back at the tent now and Lisa was trembling. Jeff asked her if she was cold.

“No! I’m steaming hot from what you told me about you and Michelle!” she said. “You’ve got to tell me all about that night right now!” Lisa begged.

“Ok, but let’s get settled first.” Jeff said. They crawled inside the tent and Jeff zipped the door shut. The fire was out now, so Jeff turned on the fluorescent lantern. Then he removed his shoes and slowly unzipped and removed Lisa’s boots for her.

“Gee, nobody ever did that for me before!” Lisa admitted, as Jeff tossed her boots aside.

“All part of the service.” Jeff remarked. He put the 2 pillows side by side and pulled the upper blanket over both of them. Now their heads were each on a pillow facing each other.

“Well, go on with the story! I’m still tingling all over.” Lisa said with wide eyes.

“We were on side by side stools near the end of the bar by a door that led to the hallway where our room was.” Jeff said. “The bartenders were all in pirate costumes and the bar looked like a pirate ship. Couples were in romantic embraces all around us. We were both horny. She gave me the capsule before we ordered our drinks. Then the drinks came. Both were Pina Coladas. When nobody was watching but her, I split open the capsule and poured the powder into her drink. Then I stirred it with the swizzle stick. It blended perfectly.” He said.

Jeff paused as he looked into Lisa’s now mesmerized eyes and noticed her slightly open mouth. He gently took one of her tiny hands into his and noticed it as trembling. Jeff loved that feeling! He had never had a woman’s attention on this level before!

“Go on, I can’t wait! Did she drink it fast or slow? I’ve got to know more!” Lisa gasped.

Jeff told her that she sipped it slowly at first and picked up pace as they were talking. When the drink was nearly all gone, he noticed that the look in her eyes had changed. They looked slightly glassy, but in particular more affectionate. He put his arm around her.  

“She moved closer and dropped her head on my shoulder. I could smell her hair in my face. Then we kissed. It was like never before. Her mouth was more open and inviting. She was oblivious to all around and acted like we were all alone, even though we were in a crowded bar.”

“What color was her hair?  What color were her eyes? How far open was her mouth? What about her tongue? Lisa asked, demanding to know everything!

“She had blue eyes and silky blond hair.” Jeff replied. “Her mouth was about half way open. It was mostly my tongue doing the work. Hers was relaxed.”

Lisa shuddered at his description. Then she said, “I wish you had just given me a drink with a roofie in it! Then I could feel the way she did as you tell me this. That would really be awesome!”

“I don’t have a roofie, but they did give me this bottle of knock out drops for a drink though.” Jeff remarked. Then he pulled out the small bottle with the eyedropper attached. “They told me that 1 or 2 of these drops would knock you out for an hour or so.”

“Are you kidding me?” Lisa nearly screamed. “Give me some of those!”

Jeff offered to get her a beer to put them in. She told him not to bother and to just put a couple of drops on her tongue. Jeff complied. He carefully measured out 3 drops and put them on her tongue as she held it out. Working on her open mouth and willing tongue was getting Jeff aroused.

Lisa ran her tongue around and swallowed the drops. Then she said,

“I wonder how long they take to work.”

“I was told they were fast acting, but I don’t know how fast.” Jeff answered.” I gave you 3 instead of 1 or 2, so that might speed it up.”

“Oh my God, you gave me three!” Lisa gasped. “You better hurry up and finish the story now.”  

“I had my arm around her and I was kissing her open mouth. I was probing and sending her messages with my tongue. Her eyes were looking into mine with great affection and love. Then her body started to relax. It wasn’t just my arm around her anymore. My arm was actually holding her from falling off the bar stool.”

“You mean she was melting in your arms.” Lisa said almost panting.

“Yes, totally melting.” Jeff replied. “I knew we were running out of time. I was afraid that she would pass out any second.”

Even in the dimly lit tent, Jeff could see Lisa’s eyes getting the same way Michelle’s did from the roofie. He warned Lisa that the drops were working.

“I know!” she said in a sultry voice. “It feels really cool like I’m floating.”

Jeff put his arm around his sleepy companion. Lisa cuddled up to him and began to melt in his strong arms just as Michelle had. Then he continued the story.

“I walked her out of the bar with my arm around her holding her up.” Jeff said. “Then after we were on the other side of the door and nobody was around, I picked her up and carried her. As I was walking towards our room, she suddenly went completely limp, like a rag doll.”

“I think I’m going to be that way pretty soon too.” Lisa said with her voice starting to slur. “Everything is getting fuzzy.”

Jeff told her how he carried Michelle over the threshold and carefully placed her on the king sized bed. Then he removed her shoes and made her comfortable.

“When I pass out, will you please take these tight jeans off and make me comfortable?”  Lisa asked yawning.

“Yes, among other things.”  Jeff told her smiling.

“That’s nice.” Lisa just barely managed to say as she suddenly passed out and went limp in his arms.

Jeff held her in his arms and let the drops take a firmer hold. After about 10 minutes, when she was deeply under, he pulled off her tight jeans as he was told. Then he slowly unbuttoned and removed her blouse. Next he placed her in a sitting position, unsnapped her bra, and tossed it with the rest of her clothes. Then he stripped to just his underwear. 

Jeff wanted Lisa’s wake up to be all that she lusted for. He bound her ankles first. This time he bound her wrists with her hands in front of her though. Then he pulled open Lisa’s sweet mouth and kissed and probed it the way he had to Michelle’s. Afterwards, he installed his shiny red ball gag in her now very wet mouth.

Jeff turned off the lantern and took Lisa’s limp body in his arms and all but had sex with her as she peacefully slept. He loved the feel of the nylons on her legs and feet under the covers. Finally he lay there in the dark, still holding her close to him, and thought about later on when she woke up.

He would leave her bound and gagged as he told more about his sleepy sex with Michelle. She would be thirsty from the ball gag. He would fix that by placing knock out drops on and around it. Most of the drops would find their way into her helpless mouth. She would love that part. After she passed out again, he would strip her completely. She would still be bound and gagged when she woke up though. Then perhaps they would have actual sex and maybe he would give her a bit of the chloroform cloth during and after that.

After all they had to get around to acting out his fantasies too. He had sure loved watching Lisa go under while holding the chloroform soaked cloth over her face! It may not have been his idea to begin with, but it was sure worked for him when he actually did it.

Michelle and Lisa had asked for the roofie and the knock out drops. The cloth was different. Jeff could apply that on his terms whether Lisa wanted it or not. It was about control. Jeff did love to be in control! As far as Lisa was concerned, “Be careful what you wish for.” came to mind. Oh yes, the ball was clearly in Jeff’s court now! He couldn’t help but think that Lisa would probably like the forced chloroforming even more than he would though. Life was sweet indeed!

Credits to:  CBiscuit