Taking Tina Kay Out, Stripping her Naked, Wakes to Find herself Bound and Gagged Barefoot

Tina Kay has upset Belle O'Hara but she doesn't realise just how upset Belle is but she is going to find out soon enough as Belle is determined to humiliate the brunette one way or another






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College Tutor Suffers

The college girl was getting a little fed up with her tutor and the feeling was vice versa but the tutor thought she was a little more equipped to handle the situation and was able to deal with the naive brunette









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Poppy in Peril

Sophia Smith was looking forwards to her lunchtime sweet snack but it seems that Poppy, having seen it just that there on the kitchen table, couldn't resist and devoured it herself. Sophia Can't believe it






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Dacey the Evil Maid 3

Scarlett arrives at her room to be serviced by Dacey the Evil Maid and, as expected, received terrible service.  Dacey demands a tip, but Scarlett lets her know how she feels

While Scarlett is sleeping Dacey sneaks in and chloroforms her.  Scarlett struggles against the chloroform but eventually goes out

The next scene the Evil Maid (Dacey) surprises Scarlett with chloroform, hidden under some towels.

Next scene Scarlett is on the phone, making a complaint.  While Scarlett is on-hold Dacey sneaks up on her and chloroforms her.

The last scene Scarlett is tied up on the sofa, the Evil Maid comes in and ties a chloroform cloth over her mouth.  Scarlett struggles but finally goes out.

End of video Scarlett contacts Policewoman Courtney (not seen on camera) to let her know she knows who has been chloroforming sweet innocent girls - continued in our next video coming!

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Cheerleader Jodie Ellen Grabbed, Stripped, Groped, Bound & Gagged

Cheerleader Jodie Ellen thinks she is alone as she enters the changing room. She is the last one there and perhaps doesn't realise that whilst she thinks she is alone, she isn't, and there is another there, an admirer of sorts









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Nurse Sofia Saint is our Damsel in Distress

The Nurse was getting a little fed up with her flat mate and the feeling was vice versa but the tutor thought she was a little more equipped to handle the situation and was able to deal with the naive blonde






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Nurse Satine Sparks Bound & Gagged

Nurse Satin Spark is surprised to see cheerleader Pixie Little in her officer again. It seems Pixie wants even more medication, even though she has had her maximum prescription..perhaps there is way









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It was 1:30 AM in the hospital. The supervisor, Farrah Reed, RN, was taking her usual shortcut through the older part of the complex. Once the original hospital, it mainly consisted of store rooms and offices. It was deserted at night.

Farrah, 27, was five-ten, well proportioned with layered red hair and green eyes. She was an Army veteran, in good physical condition. She wore a green scrubs with a white lab jacket. She had a stethoscope around her neck. She carried a clipboard with her paperwork.

She was in the middle of the old building. As she passed a storeroom, the door opened behind her. Her first warning was a hand over her mouth. Another hand wrapped itself around her waist. Farrah was strong, but her attacker easily pulled her into the storeroom.

While the hand remained clamped over her mouth, the other hand moved from her waist. Before she could make a move, she felt a sharp jab in her right thigh. A burning sensation followed. The arm returned to her waist. A gruff voice said: "There ya go. That'll quiet ya down, pretty one."

"Damn, what did he give me. How much time?" She moved quickly. A heel stomped down on the nearest foot. Her elbows buried themselves in her attacker's gut. He let out a sharp cry and she was free.

"Code 73, One West.... Code 73, One West..... Code 73, One West" came over the loudspeaker. Her pager went off. She already knew who was calling.

That explained it. Farrah ran as fast as she could for the safety of the main hospital. She could hear footsteps behind her.

It came on her subtly. The corridor seemed to get gradually longer and longer. Her head seemed to slowly fill with cotton. Things began to lose focus. She lost track of what she was doing.

She was about ten feet from the safety when she stopped. She was so tired, so relaxed. She tried to remember why she was running. She didn't really care.

"There you are. I was worried. Come on, I'll take you someplace safe." The man wrapped his arm around her, and walked her back the way she had come. She felt perfectly safe. She leaned her head on his shoulder. Soon she'd be able to sleep.

He took her to an old exam room. It still had the exam table. He coaxed her to sit down. She was so tired, it didn't take much coaxing. He put her feet up. "Now I can get some sleep", she thought.

He watched her as she fell asleep. She was so beautiful. He had wanted her since he had first set eyes on her. Now she was all his. His to do whatever he wanted . And he wanted to do a lot. He bent over and gave her a deep kiss. His hands explored her body........

Fortunately everybody knew Farrah's routine. When she didn't answer her page, they started looking for her. She wasn't on any of the units. The old hospital seemed a good place to start.

Two male aides interrupted him as he was undressing her. It was a struggle, but they soon had him on the floor. Before long, more help arrived, and the patient was returned to One West, the locked Psych unit.

Farrah was taken to the ED. A few days to recover and she was back on the job.

by La Papillon

I'd had an obsession with my sister's friend Isabelle ever since Isabelle's family moved into our neighborhood. There were very few girls my sister's age that lived near us so my sister naturally gravitated towards Isabelle. Since Isabelle was new and had no friends, the two of them became instant pals. My sister was a year older than her since both my sister and I had started school a year late. I was the same age as Isabelle but a grade lower and the grade difference always made her seem older than me.

Both of Isabelle's parents worked long hours to afford the new house they'd purchased near us and so Isabelle spent a great deal of time at our house. I can remember many nights of listening to her and my sister giggling in my sister's room over the latest boy that one of them had a crush on or that they suspected had a crush on one of them.

I myself was a short, skinny little nerd who was surely never the subject of any "crush talk" among any girls. And being as shy as I was, couldn't bring myself to express my infatuation with Isabelle. She was always nice to me but it was always in a basic "friend's brother" sort of way. So instead, for the next few years I sat by and watched boyfriends of my sister and Isabelle come and go and I had to content myself with only the dream of merely being so lucky as to hold Isabelle's hand for a brief moment.

Incidentally, Isabelle's family moved to our neighborhood right around the time I was entering puberty. What grabbed my attention about Isabelle was her features. Unlike most of the other girls I had seen up to this point in my life, who tended to be either cookie-cutter fair skinned blondes or brunettes, Isabelle was a light-caramel complexion Latin girl. Her beautiful dark brown, almost black hair framed a cute face containing the prettiest brown eyes I had ever seen. She had a slim but athletic frame and was an inch or two taller than my sister and a few inches taller than me. From her hips sprouted long, slim legs and higher up on her body were two seemingly flawless breasts slightly larger than oranges that I'd spend a growing amount of time jerking off to.

The next few years went by and I would lay in my bed listening to Isabelle's voice as she and my sister talked back and forth about their innocent, schoolgirl "sex" lives. Although they were 18 and 19 and finishing their final year of high school, neither had "gone all the way". The most that either had done was to allow a guy to feel them up. My cock would become instantly hard as I'd hear Isabelle describe an encounter of yet another guy who had been fortunate enough to put his hands on her tits over her clothes during a makeout session.

I constantly tried to match up my timing on Isabelle's showers whenever she took one at our house and I'd try to set myself up so that I'd be on my way in or out of my room as she went up the hall away from me. She'd come out and turn up the hall with her hair draped down over one of her shoulders and I'd pause and let my eyes wonder over her glistening upper back, down to her towel-covered ass, and down her pretty calves. I desperately wanted to see what her cleavage might look like with beads of water spread across it, but I dared not have Isabelle catch me eyeing her as she came from the shower.

Weekends were my favorite time of the week because if neither my sister or Isabelle had a date, they usually stayed at the house and watch movies. This gave me an opportunity to secretly gaze at Isabelle in one of her long nightshirts for an extended period of time. She and my sister would sit over on the couch in front of the TV and I'd take up a seat in the chair off to the side and scoot it back a couple inches so that with my head angled just right, I could quickly shift my eyes from the TV and over to glance at Isabelle's beautiful tits. Often times, judging from the light visibility of her nipples, she wasn't wearing a bra. I'd spend the entire movie trying to shift my hardened cock around in my pants knowing that only the thin material of her nightshirt separated me from seeing her wonderful globes.

When I wasn't ogling her nipples, I was letting my eyes drift over her bronze legs as they extended down from her nightshirt. On some lucky occasions I would even be able to steal peeks at her panty covered pussy whenever she and my sister had a huge laughing spell over a movie scene and would bounce into each other and kick their legs wildly. Between movies I'd race to my room and jack my cock with images of Isabelle's glorious body still fresh in my head. Cum would spill from my cock onto the carpet as I imagined myself spilling it all over Isabelle's chest.

As fate would have it, one day after gym class I overheard a conversation in the locker room between two guys. They were discussing some sort of drug that one of them had bought off the internet that he had tried out on a girl recently.

"Dude, I just sprinkled a little bit into a drink and after an hour it was on" he grinned.

"How long did it take?" the other asked.

"About an hour. After I was sure she was asleep I carried her up to my room and we got it on!" he said while slapping hands with his buddy.

I found my cock straining in my gym shorts and grabbed my nearby shirt to cover my lap as he went on to talk about how soft her tits felt against his face, how sweet her pussy tasted against his tongue and tight it felt around his cock.

I had never really imagined myself putting my mouth on the genitals of a girl mainly because the idea slightly disgusted me. But the guy's description about the girl's soft tits against his face definitely peaked my curiosity. I struggled to continue listening to the conversation as they lowered their voices but I was able to make out the internet address and quickly jotted it down on a scrap piece of paper. I figured I would only go to the site and read up about the powder and had no intentions of actually trying to buy it.

But I spent the rest of the school day I sitting in classes with my cock practically pounding, thinking about what it'd be like to have the ability to do whatever I wanted with a girl. My own "sexual" history had thus far been limited to the time one of my teachers caught me and a girl kissing on the playground in elementary school. The thought of actually seeing a girl naked and putting my hands on her was enough to keep me hard throughout the rest of the day and during the entire bus ride home.

I just about took the front door off its hinges as I got home and raced to our family's computer to check out the website. I was a little hesitant as I began to type in the web address. I started to remember the conversation my parents had had with my sister and I when they bought the computer. They specifically told us not to use it for checking out porn, going into chatrooms, or to use the computer for anything else that might be sexual in nature.

My fingers took on a life of their own and found the keys for the rest of the web address and away I went. My breath stopped as I waited to see whether a porn page would come up and I was relieved but slightly disappointed when a page came up for some kind of sleep research center. I scanned down the page wondering what the guy in the locker room had been talking about when he mentioned the drug.

Just as I was about to shut down the computer and go jack off before I did my homework, a link caught my eye near the bottom of the page. I went through it and finally stumbled upon what the guy had been talking about. The research site had partnered up with another site who was currently selling a powder that could be sprinkled into a glass of water or other drink before bed that would aid people who were having difficulty in sleeping. I read through a list of testimonials from people talking about how well it worked for them and how they'd often sleep so soundly that nothing during the night would wake them up.

I could hear my sister and Isabelle pulling up out front so I quickly shut down the computer and headed off to my room for my daily jerk off session. I listened to Isabelle's voice downstairs while picturing her laying topless across my bed as my hand raced up and down my cock. My mind drifted back to the sleeping powder as I imagined myself slapping my dick across her nipple briefly before resuming my hand's assault.

"Hey! Me and Isabelle are goin' to the mall, we'll be back later!" my sister called out.

"Bye bye!" I heard Isabelle yell up the stairs as I mentally blasted cum all over her tits.

After cleaning up, I began work on my homework but after a few minutes my mind was again on the sleeping powder. I decided to go back down to the computer and read more about it. I still had no true intention on trying to use something like that on Isabelle. Partly out of guilt, but more importantly out of the knowledge that doing so would be illegal.

But the days went by and my mind continued to dwell on it until one day I could no longer contain my curiosity and went to the post office for a money order and mailed off a purchase for a one month supply of the powder. I spent the next few weeks anxiously waiting for it to arrive but gradually became paranoid about the whole situation. Thoughts began to go through my mind of the FBI coming to the house to arrest me, after having monitored everyone who went to that site to purchase the sleeping powder. Then I began to wonder about whether the website was even a legit one in the first place. After all, how was I to know that they were selling sleeping powder and not regular kitchen flour.

Finally, on one afternoon as I made my way to the door I spotted a brown package by the door. It was finally here! I snatched it up and bounded up the stairs two at a time to my room where I mauled open the package. Under the brown wrapping was the website's name on a white box. Opening it, I found a small, clear container, partially filled with a white powder that looked just as much like cocaine as a sleeping aid. Inside the box was also a paper with directions on dosage and the powder's ingredients as well as a paper detailing various legal and medical warnings.

After reading through them all, I popped open the container and sprinkled some powder into my hand and gave it a sniff. Odorless. I dipped a fingertip into it and put it to my tongue. Tasteless. I sifted the powder back into the container and put the container back into the box and then the box into a low, back corner of my closet with the brown wrapping. Then I laid back in my bed, thinking about its possible use. I was shaken out of my daydream a short while later when my sister and Isabelle came in downstairs laughing about some poor guy that had tripped and spilled his tray that day in the cafeteria.

The days went by and the powder continued to sit in my closet. Though I still hadn't decided to use it, I was obsessed with it. I'd wake up in the morning and check to make sure it was still there, spend the day thinking about it, and then come home in the afternoons and sit it on my bed while I jacked off and continued to consider using it

Fate stepped in once again in a big way one evening over dinner when my parents told my sister and I that they were going out of town for the upcoming weekend.

"I want you and your brother to stay near the house while we're gone in case of an emergency," my mother requested with pleading eyes.

"Alright," my sister muttered finally. "Me and Isabelle are gonna go to the game Friday night and spend the night at her place but Saturday night we'll hang out here and catch some videos."

I almost choked on my fork full of macaroni and cheese. If I was ever gonna try out the powder, it was now or never. My intention was that I'd use some in Isabelle's drink sometime during the evening of watching movies and then when she went off to the guest bedroom to sleep, I'd be able to slip there for a short survey of her tits. That was as far as I planned on going with the powder.

I waited for the weekend like a child waiting for Christmas and when Saturday rolled around, my dick was almost painful to touch from all of my jerkoff sessions during the week. When my sister and Isabelle arrived at the house that evening from the video store, the powder was in my pocket.

"Hey, mind if I watch a couple with you with y'all?" I asked while casually placing a hand in front of my pocket to shield the bulge of the powder container.

"Of course," my sister smiled. I was certain beforehand that she'd let me watch the movies with them since she had never declined in the past but nonetheless, I had to quickly turn and stroll into the kitchen to hide the huge smile that had formed on my face.

"What do you two want to drink?" I called out while removing three glasses from the cabinet.

"Coke!" they responded in unison.

I dropped ice into the glasses and filled them with the soda. I reached into my pocket and removed the vial of powder and peeked around the corner to see my sister setting up the movie and Isabelle heading up the stairs, no doubt to change into one of her usual moviewatching nightshirts. I popped the cap on the powder and tilted it toward one of the glasses and shook in some powder.

"Can you fix some popcorn too?" my sister's voice chimed into my ears from the area of the kitchen doorway.

My head nearly came off my neck as I whipped it around toward her, quickly shoving the powder into the front of my pants.

"Sure," I replied, managing a smile.

She returned the smile headed off up the stairs to change too. I turned back to the glasses and was suddenly horrified.

"Shit!" I cursed quietly.

I couldn't remember which glass I had put the powder in! The glasses had been arranged in a triangle and I wasn't sure whether I had put it in the one towards the left or the one towards the right. A thought popped into my head and I decided to put powder into both of them. I had previously neglected to take my sister into account with my plan of going to feel up Isabelle while she slept. Even though Isabelle might drift into a heavy sleep, my sister could walk in while I'm in there and I'd be in a hell of trouble.

I sat the two glasses on the tables at each end of the couch and the bowl of popcorn in the middle of the couch. My sister and Isabelle came down the stairs and took up their usual spots on the couch while I casually shifted my chair back for a "better view of the TV".

An hour into our first movie I was beginning to wonder if the powder would work at all since both my sister and Isabelle seemed as alert and lively as usual. The movie ended with both of them seeming to be wide awake. My sister got up, appearing a bit unsteady on her feet.

"You know, I'm getting kinda sleepy. I think this is gonna be the last one for me for the night."

"Yeah me too," Isabelle said, stretching.

The joy I felt at those statements was surpassed when ten minutes later I spotted Isabelle's head back against the couch and her eyes closed. I looked farther down the couch and could see that my sister was slumped over the end of the couch and from the way her head was tilted I could see that her eyes were closed as well. I waited a few more minutes and then cleared my throat loudly.

"Ahem!"

Neither of them moved a muscle. I cleared it again, exaggeratingly loud but still neither showed any signs of being anywhere close to awake. That's when the realization hit me. If both of them were already out like a light, how would I ever be able to do anything to Isabelle? Surely I couldn't molest her while my sister sat just a couple feet away.

In stark contrast to my throat clearing efforts, I slowly eased up from my chair and made my way over to the back of the couch. I leaned over it and shook my sister's shoulder. Nothing. I shook harder and the only reaction I got was the motion of her head rocking gently with my efforts to wake her. I reached over and shook Isabelle's shoulder just as hard and got just as much of a response.

A grin, probably not unlike that of a comic book villain, began to creep across my lips. I stepped around to the front of the couch and grabbed my sister by both shoulders and shook her like a martini. Nothing. I gently returned her to her slumping position over the side of the couch. I sidestepped until I was directly in front of Isabelle and did the same. Her head bounced back and forth into the couch with my violent efforts to awaken her. They were both dead to the world.

My grin broadened to the point where it felt like the corners of my mouth were about to touch my earlobes. There was Isabelle, so lovely, laying back on the couch, completely helpless to my sex-starved mind. My eyes drifted from her closed eyelids, down her face, her neck, and then to her precious tits. My heart began to race wildly as I extended my hand toward one. My eyes danced back and forth from my sister's closed eyes, back to Isabelle's, and down to her tit which was coming closer, closer, closer, until at last my fingertips met the clothed bulge of her nightshirt. I quickly jerked my hand away and checked her face for any signs of being awake and then looked over at my sister's motionless frame. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I reached forward once again, somewhat more quickly. Once my fingertips felt the cloth of her nightshirt I continue pressing forward until I could feel the softness of her supple breast.

Again I jerked my hand away and checked her eyes and my sister's. Asleep. I grabbed a handful of the bottom of my shirt to try to fight off the nervous tension as I reached out once again, my palm coming in for a landing. It touched down lightly on Mount Titty. I did another sleep check and then began to slowly curl my fingers, feeling the softness of her titflesh molding into my hand. I extended my fingers and then curled them again with more pressure and faster until I found myself squeezing her tit with a rhythm. My upper lip trembling, I released the grip I'd had on my shirt and transferred the grip to Isabelle's other tit. My hands were now both full of Isabelle's wonderful breasts. They felt so soft yet so firm. I could feel her nipples in the center of my palms and decided to have a look.

I moved my hands from her mounds to the bottom of her nightshirt and began to slowly slide it up her legs as I watched her and my sister for any signs of movement. Her white panties came into view as I worked the shirt higher and higher. As I continued to raise the shirt, for a moment I thought I could make out the lips of her pussy and paused my shirt raising for a touch. I continued holding her shirt bottom in one hand and reached the other toward her pussy. I could instantly feel a warmth as my fingertips reached one of the lips. I pressed in gently and felt its softness give way. I shifted my fingers towards the cleft between the lips and began to press forward when I suddenly realized that if this were to wake her up, I wouldn't get a chance to see her tits.

So I returned my hand to her shirt and continued lifting. Her flat, tan tummy became uncovered. It seemed like an eternity when I finally began to see the bottoms of her globes coming into view. I lifted the shirt faster, anxious to see them. More of her caramel melons became bare and then I saw her nipples. My breath snagged in my throat as I caught sight of them. They were a slightly different shade than the surrounding skin of her tits. Something like a combination of brown, bronze, caramel, and pink. I lifted her shirt to her neck and then stepped back to marvel over finally seeing Isabelle's fabulous breasts in all their glory.

I did another sleep check and then stretched out both hands at the same time, my fingers twitching, until my palms came into contact with her bare breasts. I took a moment to savor the warmness of them and then once again began to rhythmically squeeze them. My dick felt as though it would explode any minute as I watched the shadows develop across her tits wherever my fingers squeezed. I shifted my hands and lightly touched her nipples and then gave them a gentle pinch and was shocked to find them hardening under my fingertips.
My fascination with them continued to grow until I suddenly realized that I was now straddling her legs and my face was just inches from her chest. The voice of the guy in the lockeroom came back to me.

"Dude, her tits felt so great on my face. They were all soft and whatnot."

I leaned forward, urging myself on until my face was buried in her cleavage. The guy in the lockeroom was right. Female breasts felt wonderful. I shifted my face back and forth between her tits while continuing to gently touch her nipples. During the course of this, my tongue somehow made its way out of my mouth and I tasted her soft titties for the first time.

"Mmmmpppffff," I spoke into her breasts.

Absolutely wonderful! I almost had to grab the hair on my head and pull just to get myself to peek over and make sure my sister was still asleep. I looked back to Isabelle and down to her bronze globes which now were shining with my saliva. I went back to work licking her tits and finally took one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I passed my tongue over it from top to bottom and then left to right. My tongue made circles around the edge of it and pressed directly into it. I suddenly wondered how her other nipple tasted and decided to find out and quickly clamped my lips around it.

Having finally seen...and touched...and licked...and sucked Isabelle's pretty titties, I was content to risk contact with her pussy. I lowered her shirt to her waist, did a sleep check, and then began tracing my fingers down over her mound. I once again centered my index finger at the cleft of her pussy lips and began to press in. Her panties and the lips gave in more and more, my heart beating faster and faster until I forced myself to remove my finger for a moment to catch my breath and make sure she was still asleep.

Next, it was my thumb making its way to the center of her lips. I gently worked it in slightly and moved it up and down while my fingers rested up higher. After a few moments of toying around with her pussy I brought my hand to my nose and smelt my thumb and finger. It was an unusual smell, nothing like anything he had ever smelled. Not a bad smell, but it was faint. I decided that I needed a better sample and grabbed a handful of the waistband of her panties with one hand and pulled them away from her body while slipping my other hand down inside. I could instantly feel some light hair against my fingers but as my fingers continued down to her pussy I noticed the hair stopped. The lips of her pussy were amazingly smooth. I placed my index and ring finger on the lips of her pussy and curled my middle finger in between them. I could feel a slight wetness against my finger as I pressed in. I went in with it to the knuckle. The warmth on my finger was incredible. I pulled my finger back out of her and looked over the slick, clear liquid on my finger.

Again I brought my hand to my nose for a whiff and this time was able to pick up a stronger scent but was still at a loss with how to describe it. I finally decided that a better way to get a scent would be to get closer to the source so that's what I did. I slid away from the couch and knelt on the floor while placing my hands on Isabelle's knees. My anticipation was urging me along as I spread her legs for better access to her warm little box. I rocked forward on my own knees, placing my face just inches from her panty-covered cunt. I moved closer and closer until I could feel the cotton of her panties brushing against my nose and then I took a whiff. I was almost frustrated at the fact that I still couldn't quite decode the smell.

I gently pulled her panties to the side to uncover her pussy. Her lips were beginning to shine with the moisture of her juice. Once again my tongue somehow slipped from my mouth and this time it found a pussy lip instead of a nipple. Her taste instantly shot across my tongue. Like the smell of her pussy, I couldn't find a description for it but it seemed to set off every taste bud on my tongue. Everything from sweet, to tangy, to bitter. I checked her and my sister for sleep and then decided to shift my tongue to her entrance. I slowly but surely slipped my tongue into her pussy farther and farther until the lips of my mouth were resting against the lips of her cunt. I was getting bolder by the minute so I withdrew my tongue and began to move it up, down, and across the entire area of her pussy, trying to taste her.

I was lost in my exploration of her pussy with my tongue when I felt her move her hips. I have never been more scared in my entire life. My heart nearly fell out of my mouth. My ass crashed to the floor with a thud and wondered for a moment whether I had broken my tailbone with how fast it crashed to the floor as I tried to put distance between my head and the area between Isabelle's thighs. Not that it'd matter. If she opened her eyes at that moment and saw her nightshirt up around her waist, her panties to the side, and me on the floor with some sort of wetness around my mouth, it'd be obvious to her what was going on.

"What the fuck are you doing you little shit?!" I could hear her saying. But thankfully her eyes didn't open.

At that point I should've put her panties back in position, lowered her shirt, and gone to my room to jack off and then go to sleep but I just couldn't. Instead, I did another shoulder shake test on her and then on my sister. I decided that I would make my fantasies of jacking off all over Isabelle's tits a reality.

I reached down and took hold of her shirt and once again raised it to her neck. Seeing her caramel cupcakes again made me have to pause and sample them once more with my mouth. After I had satisfied my oral fixation, I began to undo my belt and the button on my pants. I lowered my zipper and my cock immediately flopped out of the hole in the front of my boxers. It was a decent five inches, which put it well within the range of the average cock size that I had read in countless magazines and medical journals. I wasted no time in taking hold of my cock and sliding my hand up and down the shaft while squeezing one of Isabelle's bare breasts with the other hand.

The sexual excitement of the evening did no mercy on my cock as I felt my balls boiling after no more than thirty seconds of jerking my cock off in front of the source of most of my pervious jerkoff sessions. I slowed my hand's pace but it didn't help and my balls let loose all over Isabelle's chest.

"Ohhhh fuck..." I quietly groaned.

The first shot smacked directly into the middle of her cleavage and began to roll down her stomach. The second one volleyed onto her left nipple, completely coating it. I aimed my cock at her other nipple and the third and fourth shots left a large, white streak over the majority of her right tit. I rolled forward a bit as I continued milking my cock, watching the last drops spilling down between her tits. When my balls were spent, I took a moment to look her over. There was Isabelle, at last, with her naked tits completely covered in my cum. I didn't allow myself to gaze for too long and pulled my pants back up and then ran upstairs for some towels to clean her up.

Once I felt that I had sufficiently cleaned her tits of my milk, I lowered her shirt to its original position and prepared to make my way to my room while my head swam in the lust of what I had just done. I leaned down to her and gave her a long, wonderful kiss on her pretty lips and then I started for the stairs. I placed my foot on the first step and turned to give her one last look when I noticed that her mouth was open. In the light I could make out the shine of the saliva on her tongue. She looked so sexy on the couch like that. Legs slightly spread. Nipples poking through her shirt. Mouth gaping open as if...as if...as if she was unconsciously offering to suck my cock.

My cock, which hadn't seemed to lose a bit of it's hardness after spurting all over Isabelle's tits began to twitch in my pants. It took all of about five seconds of debating it and I once again found myself in front of Isabelle with my pants around my ankles. I mounted the couch until my dick was level with her face and then I craned my head around to make sure my sister was still sound asleep and then I inched my hips forward. I thought I was gonna cum all over her face when I felt her hot breath washing over the head of my cock. By now my cock was throbbing wildly so I took hold of it and guided it toward her open mouth. I desperately wanted to avoid cumming in her mouth for fear that she would choke. So when it felt as though my balls would explode after the tip of my cock made contact with her tongue, I stepped back for a minute to try to let the feeling subside.

When I was confident that I could get the head of my cock into her mouth without cumming, that's what I did. I moved my hips forward, forward, forward until the throbbing purple mushroom of my dick's head slipped between her innocent little lips. Seeing her like that with her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock forced me to stop my movement once again. Her warm mouth felt so incredible on me that I couldn't bring myself to pull out of her mouth. So I waited and summoned all of my willpower not to fill her mouth with my sperm. It seemed like an eternity before the urge to cum passed and I moved my hips forward once again. Her tongue felt so good as my cock slid over the surface of it. Forward, forward, forward my hips went. It was like I was sliding my whole body into her mouth. When I felt her tonsils resisting against the head of my cock, I lost control.

"Damnit!" I cursed myself as I quickly whipped my cock from her mouth and began to jerk it.

The orgasm was so intense that I didn't immediately care that my cum was spraying across Isabelle's forehead. I adjusted my aim lower to prevent it from going into her hair and watched my cock spurt a shot over the bridge of her nose. I could hardly keep my balance as my orgasm tore through me. My cock swung from side to side as I worked it over with my hand, coating her cheeks with my creamy juice.

I didn't even take a moment to examine her appearance with my cum on her face and quickly went to work cleaning it off. I was able to breathe a sigh of relief when I had gotten it all off and neither she nor my sister had awakened. I made for the stairs like a bandit leaving the scene of a bank robbery and threw the cum soaked towels into my bag of dirty clothes. I decided to head to the bathroom for a shower before bed which turned out to be a bad idea.

Throughout the shower, the warmth of the water on my cock continued to cause me to recall the warmth that I had experienced of Isabelle's mouth on my cock a short while ago. Picturing her as she looked with my balls nearly resting on her chin had my cock hard and alive once again. I slipped my hand around it and enjoyed the slickness and warmth of the water as I thrusted into my palm. I had always imagined this was what a real pussy would feel like but as I continued to jack, I decided that I would go find out.

I crept down the stairs praying that Isabelle and my sister were still asleep and I was overjoyed when I found them in the exact positions they were in when I went upstairs. I kept asking myself if I was really going to do this as I made my way over to Isabelle. I had squeezed and sucked her tits. Fingered and licked her pussy. Jacked off on her tits. Put my dick in her mouth. Cum all over her face. Was I really going to fuck her now?

I had my answer when suddenly discovered that my hands had lifted her shirt to her waist. I continued lifting it until it was again at her neck. Seeing her beautiful mammaries once again sent all of the blood from my brain back to my cock. I reached down and took the waistband of her panties in my hands and began to lower them over her hips and down her thighs, watching a triangle of pubic hair come into view and then her sweet/tangy/bitter pussy. Her panties reached her knees and I continued to lower them until they were over her calves and then over her feet. I sat them on the floor by the corner of the couch and then pushed her knees apart.

Her pussy looked so inviting. It was almost as if I could hear it calling out to me. But then again that was probably the sound of the blood rushing from my brain and past my ears as it journeyed to my cock. My heart was racing as I stood there admiring Isabelle, spread eagled on the couch. I somehow managed to hold off my sexual urges long enough to weigh the most serious possible consequences of what I was considering doing to her. But the urges soon took charge and for the third time I found myself dropping my pants in front of Isabelle.

My cock was bouncing wildly in front of me like a dog pulling on it's leash, trying to move its owner along. My dog pulled me forward until my dick was close enough to feel the heat from Isabelle's pussy. Like earlier when I experimented with her mouth, I felt myself about to cum all over her pussy before I had even gotten inside. I inched back a bit and turned my hips just in case my balls boiled over. When the feeling passed, I turned back to aim my cock at her pussy and moved toward it. I fought the urge to pull back again when I felt myself ready to cum from the heat emanating from her pussy. I knew I was gonna lose it when I felt the tip of my cock make contact with her cunt.

"Shit!" I said in a loud whisper, as every muscle in my body tensed.

But against every bit of good judgement I may have ever possessed, I continued forward and was barely able to slip the head of my cock into her as my balls went wild. My body was completely paralyzed as I felt my cum spraying into her pussy. I tried desperately to command myself to move away but my dick's head remained implanted in her and my balls continued to pump out cock juice.

It wasn't until my balls had stopped spinning that I was finally able to remove my dick from Isabelle and realize what I had done. A million thoughts of horror danced through my mind as I watched my cum ooze from her pussy and begin to puddle on the couch. I decided to make an attempt at salvaging what I could from the situation and pulled up my pants as I bounded up the stairs for the cum towels. I returned to the couch and went to work trying to soak up the cum that had collected from Isabelle's pussy. It was no longer coming out of her but I suspected that some was still inside. I reached over for her panties and slipped them up her legs and then readjusted her shirt.

When I was satisfied with her appearance, I collected the towels and marched up the stairs. The fear and guilt of what I had done was perched on my shoulders and it felt like I was carrying cinder blocks up the steps. I got to my room and returned the towels to my bag of dirty clothes and threw myself onto the bed. I pulled a pillow over my face and wished that I'd suffocate but after about twenty seconds of smothering myself I removed the pillow. I fell asleep wondering what prison would be like.

I awoke with the light of the morning sun filtering through my curtains, practically blinding me. Somehow I had forgotten about the night before until I heard my sister's voice in her room. I couldn't hear another voice so I assumed she was on the phone. I cringed at the thought that she might be on the phone with the police.

Slowly I pushed myself off of my bed and forced myself to my feet. I walked to my door and cracked it a bit and could hear the shower shutting off. Was Isabelle still here? Yeah she was she was here. She had just finished washing away my filthy cum and my sister was on the phone with the police. I slumped against the door as I replayed the events of the previous evening in my head. My mouth on her nipples. Cum on her face. My cock in her mouth. Cumming in her pussy. Was it all worth it?

I finally decided that it was time to face the music and I put my hand on my lower back and literally pushed myself into the hallway. I wanted to run and throw myself down the stairs when I spotted Isabelle coming out of the bathroom as I entered the hallway. The towel wrapped around her. Her hair draped over her shoulder, beads of water clearly visible on her upper back. Water still present on her legs, giving them a heavenly shine in the light of the hallway.

An audible gasp escaped my mouth as I set my eyes on the girl that would testify at my trial and send me off to prison where large, sweaty men would use my body the way I had used her's. She heard me gasp and turned around.

"Good morning!" she called out to me, smiling and offering a half wave, apparently unsure of whether she could hold up her towel with one hand, as she ducked into my sister's room. I wasn't sure what to think.

I stepped back into my room and sat on my bed trying to collect my thoughts. Isabelle didn't seem like the kind of person that had just washed herself after waking up to find she had been violated while sleeping by her friend's nerdy brother. She seemed as though nothing had happened. As though nothing had happened? My thoughts began to drift toward the many science fiction movies I had seen in my lifetime. Had last night really happened? My heart sank when I raced over to my laundry bag and the cum towels inside confirmed that last night had definitely happened.

I heard my sister get off the phone and start up a conversation with Isabelle, something about a school project they had due at the end of next week. Neither sounded angry or upset. When I heard my sister's voice drift into the hall, I raced to my door to go out and try to meet her. I almost ran her over as I got into the hallway.

"Aiyeeee!" She jumped with a scream, followed by a laugh like she'd just gotten a scare in a haunted house. "You scared the shit outta me!" She gave me a playful slap and complained about the scare I had given her.

"Sorry" I said lowly.

"Me and Isabelle are gonna go out for some breakfast, wanna come?"

"Nah, I'm still tired, I'm gonna go back to bed" I lied.

She shrugged and smiled and headed down the stairs. As I looked on after her, Isabelle came up the hall and rubbed her hand over my head like a girl rubbing her hand over the head of a puppy. She offered up a giggle and then headed off down the stairs after my sister.

By sleepyabbie and kat


As Agent Abbie made her way through the darkness of Kat's enormous
basement, she overheard one of her former partner's bodyguards putting
some boxes away in the far right corner of the room. Ropes of dim
light caressed the young girl's white lycra leotard, her matching
white boots gleaming with equal intensity. As Abbie made her way
closer, the blonde guard's adorable face turned to the side.

No more than 19 or 20 years old, thought Abbie. She smirked, knowing
her former lover's tastes well. Only Kat would put THAT outfit on her
underlings.

Wait. Former lover? Had she really thought of her that way just now?

Never mind. Abbie shook the thoughts out of her head. This was their
game, after all. Abbie's and Kat's. Each year one of them would hire
and train a group of bodyguards and take turns seeing who could take
them all out...and who could make it to each other's quarters for the
final showdown.

For now, it was time to silence a sentry.

With the speed of a cobra Abbie snuck directly behind the young
bodyguard, her black lycra bodysuit and leather boots making zero
sound in the basement's stillness. Her hand pressed a nerve on the
young girl's neck just hard enough to stun the unknowing employee.

"Ungh" the girl said softly, and collapsed against Abbie's chest.
Abbie tilted her head back, smiling as she viewed the sentry girl's
face. Her eyelids halfway shut, eyes almost crossed, breathing still,
a slight trail of drool escaping from the left side of her lip.

"I'm not going to kill you, love." Abbie's sweet voice whispered.
"That is, if you cooperate. Do you understand?"

"muhg...muhh...uhhhnnn.....yess...yes'm" the girl barely managed to sigh.

"Good. Now give me the location of the rest of your night shift, as
well as your mistress' bedroom."

Abbie loosened the grip a bit, enough for the girl's speech to restore
itself ever so slightly.

"Th..there's five of us." the barely legal soldier murmured. "One is
in the kitchen. One in the living room. And...two.."

There was an uncertain pause from the drained sentry.

"Yes?" Abbie whispered. She showed her impatience by adding a little
pressure. The girl gurgled in silent pain and continued.

"Two of them...Sandy and Kelly. They...they're lovers. Mistress
doesn't know this...they are in the pool area. Swimming they
said...but really...they're..."

"No need to finish." Abbie smiled, imagining the sentry girls
ignoring their posts while frolicking naked in a pool. She smiled at
her luck. Those two would be easy, and fun.

"Please." the girl muttered. "Make it quick."

Abbie shook her head. "Silly girl. I told you I wasn't gonna kill
you."

With her free hand, Abbie reached into the small satchel strapped to
her belt.

"But I can't have you getting in my way."

Abbie produced a small needle-free syringe, pressing it softly against
the girl's right temple. She pushed the plunger down slowly,
releasing a slightly diluted form of the anesthetic etomidate into the
girl's carotid artery. Having experienced the effects herself, Abbie
knew the sentry's following 10 seconds were comprised of a painless
feeling of euphoria, followed by a sudden warmth that spread to every
extremity, a sensation designed to draw the victim away from the fact
that her eyelids were closing like a vampire's window blinds.

"Mmmmmm.....uhhhhhhhhhnnnnn...*" were the young girl's final sounds as
she sighed, falling asleep against Abbie's shoulders. With
conditioned strength, Abbie picked the girl over her right shoulder,
feeling the sentry's limp arms brush by her own buttocks. Abbie
smiled as she caressed the blonde sleepyhead's ass, spanking it softly.

"Naughty girl."

She carried Sentry Girl Number One to her point of entry, a basement
vent whose cover had been removed with the aid of some highly
concentrated acid. She removed the girl's leotard, turning her face
down and hog-tying her soundly.

"Hate to leave ya naked, love." Abbie whispered. "But it's better
than most fates."

Secure and determined, Abbie turned to the basement stairs that led to
the Mansion's enormous kitchen.

She smiled, the lycra near the place where her legs met growing warm
with anticipation.

"Kat, my dear." She said to herself. "Here I come."

The kitchen was large; so large that the light in the far corner of
the room by the table didn't illuminate the door that led to the
basement. Abbie slipped into the kitchen and remained in the
shadows, her eyes fixed on the petite redhead in the white lycra
leotard who was settling down for a quick snack. Abbie shook her
head. It was almost as if Kat was making it to easy, hiring amateurs
like this one and the sentry now lying bound and unconscious in the
basement.

Staying low, Abbie silently crept along the wall, pausing at the door
leading to the hallway. It was closed, but the brunette agent took a
moment to listen for any sign of movement beyond, There was none,
indicating that the guard supposed to be in the living room was not
patrolling. The redhead was now about ten feet away, sitting on a
high stool and looking out the window into the vast garden beyond.

The redhead was still staring out int the gloom when a reflection
appeared in the window. It was the movement more than the image that
caught her eye, Abbie's black suit making her almost invisible in the
glass. The sentry moved to turn around.

Abbie didn't let her. A quick, precise knife-hand blow to the base
of the woman's neck elicited a startled grunt before the sentry
slumped backwards against Abbie, moaning softly and incoherently.
Abbie gently ran a hand down the dazed woman's cheek and continued on
to her neck and then further still to her breasts. She softly
caressed the woman's breasts, watching her reflection in the window
with satisfaction.

"Are you enjoying that, honey?" she whispered to her victim.

"Mmm, yesss," she slurred in reply.

Abbie laughed quietly. Then she quickly pulled the shoulder straps
of the leotard down to the sentry's elbows, effectively immobilizing
her arms. The redhead gave a startled cry but Abbie quickly ended
that as she pressed her thumbs against the woman's temples.

The skillfully applied pressure was soft but more than enough to do
its job. The sentry began to lose consciousness but Abbie relented,
releasing the hold slightly to prolong the knockout. She allowed the
woman below her just enough respite so she could try to struggle, but
her improvised bonds made the effort futile. Slowly Abbie increased
the pressure again, pressing in against the woman's skull,
restricting the bloodflow to her brain.

Soon enough the sentry stopped struggling and sat limply, propped up
against her attacker. Abbie began a slow circular motion with her
thumbs. She could see the redhead's mouth hanging open and her eyes
beginning to roll back. Three more circles with her thumbs and Abbie
was rewarded as the woman slipped into a deep sleep, sighing gently
as her eyes rolled back in her skull. Even so, Abbie kept the
pressure up for another minute, ensuring a deep sleep for her latest
victim.

Once she had rendered the sentry completely unconscious she gently
lowered her off the stool onto the floor where a few expert twists of
the leotard entangled it securely around the woman's arms, exposing
her pert breasts, the erect nipples betraying the woman's arousal
during her ordeal. Kat definitely knew how to pick them, Abbie
thought.

Then, trying hard to ignore her own growing arousal, she turned to
the door leading to the hallway. The guard in the living room was
next.

A pair of white boots glittered in the moonlight, caressing smooth
young legs as they crisscrossed each other below a massive leather sofa
that faced an equally gigantic 80 inch plasma TV.

"Excess..." Abbie whispered to herself. "Always your downfall, Kat."

The whisper was covered by an intercom that rang out at the unseen
sentry, a familiar voice blaring through its mesh that sounded both
commanding and sultry.

"You were quite delicious tonight, Laura." the voice cooed.

"Thank you, Mistress." The sentry girl responded.

Abbie took a look at the plasma's cool and sleeping screen to catch a
reflection. The sentry was the loveliest she'd come across so far..a
dark skinned beauty with long raven hair that looked half Asian with a
touch of Native American. The white leotard made her skin stand out
even more, it's smooth texture outfitting a body that brought Abbie
close to jealousy. And this had been Kat's "dessert" earlier?

"Lucky bitch..." Abbie whispered again.

"Now Laura, I need you and the rest of the crew to keep an eye out for
a friend of mine. I have a feeling she'll be trying to infiltrate us
any day now...but tonight feels exceptionally promising."

"Yes, Mistress." Laura replied, her voice barely muffling the short
gasp Abbie let out as she slid along a wall adjacent to the couch's
left arm rest. How the hell could Kat know?

But then again...hadn't she always felt it whenever it was Kat's turn
to take her girls out?

She smiled a little at the unspoken connection she'd just realized as
sentry girl Laura continued.

"It shall be done, Mistress." the gorgeous girl finished. "I will
report every half hour as instructed."

"Good." Her boss' voice replied. "You're in charge tonight...and I
need you to keep the other girls in line. That includes making sure
those other two aren't screwing in the pool again. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good..." was Kat's last word as the intercom went off with a short
and soft pop.

Laura's sigh echoed the room. "Yes Mistress!" she sing-songed,
mocking her superior. "Horny slut making me eat her out for an hour.
As good as that pussy is, it ain't worth the pay..."

The plasma kicked on as it became obvious that Laura, too...was a lazy
employee.

Abbie could barely hold in her giggle as she approached the rear of
the couch, the sentry's head barely visible above it's rim. Abbie
reached into her belt pack and brought out a mini drill with a special
wide and padded attachment. The television blared as she started
drilling, the padding making the process silent as a 2 inch hole began
making its way into the back of the couch. As the drill made its way
through to the leather lining that padded the young sentry's back
Abbie clicked it off, pulling it away and admiring the perfect hole
leading to Laura's spinal cord.

A flick of the wrist later and Abbie produced a small steel pipe...the
feather of a tranquilizer dart sticking out of one of it's holes. She
placed the pipe's end into the hole, pushed the dart deeply into
position, and quietly drew a deep breath.

Abbie puffed a blast of air through the mini blowgun.

THWUNK.

"uh!" was the sound that came from the other side of the couch. And
then a soft: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnn.....?"

The concentrated dose of secobarbital coursed through the sentry's body in
milliseconds. Abbie stood up, placed her tools back in their bag, and gingerly
walked around the couch, sitting next to the sentry. She snatched the control
from Laura's hand, switching channels with a
smile on her face.

"Good Lord. You were actually watching Rachel Ray?" Abbie quipped.
"If I see that woman smile one more time I swear I'm gonna throw her
screaming from a moving helicopter. Hey...are you listening?"

Abbie turned to the girl, whose beautiful face was a mask of sedation.
Her eyes constantly crossed and rolled up into their respective
sockets as her soft and thick lips parted, a line of saliva making its
way to her chin. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a soft
"uuhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnuuuuhh..."

"Well..." Abbie said, leaning over and whispering. "I kinda already
know the layout of the place...so I don't really need to interrogate you."

"uuhhngggghhhhh..." Laura replied.

"So um...should I leave you like this? Watching Conan?"

Laura shook her head no.

"Not a Conan fan?" Abbie continued. "Well then..."

Abbie stood up, facing the young girl whose eyes pleaded for oblivion.

She reached down and pulled the straps of the girl's leotard down,
pulling it off her body...revealing a single white thong. Abbie had
to control her urges. Kat KNEW how to pick them, but this girl was
downright gorgeous.

She knelt in front of the dazed girl, who was now making soft gurgling
sounds. She leaned in and allowed her lips to brush her prey's.

"I guess we can't be friends..." Abbie lovingly whispered. She
pushed the kiss deeper and found, to her surprise, the sentry's tongue
responding. It was weak, but it was there. They both made similar
moaning sounds at that moment, but Laura's was soon cut short as
Abbie's hands made their way up to her neck, each thumb and forefinger
pinching the lovely Asian girl's carotid arteries shut ever so gently.

The sleep-kiss continued, Laura's eyes rolling...her eyelids
fluttering as her tongue's movements became slower. 5 seconds passed,
and her tongue went limp against Abbie's, her eyes shut as the girl
went slack, her mouth open as Abbie pulled back.

With a quick swing Abbie connected with a karate chop to the girl's
neck, hitting a nerve cluster that shut down the girl's brain even
further. Laura's nude body jerked and went slack again as she emitted an
unconscious grunt, but Abbie was confident in the fact that the beautiful girl
had felt no pain.

Moments later Laura was tied up with her own leotard and placed in the
kitchen's corner...next to her equally unconscious co-worker.

With a smile Abbie made her way past the living room and through a
corridor covered in think tiles.

"Time to see what's going on in the pool..." she muttered, smiling as
her heart skipped a beat.

Three down.

Two to go.

And then...her prize awaited

Abbie crouched in the doorway leading out to the stone paved area and
the pool. Two women sat on the edge. The first, a busty blonde in a
pink bikini, lay on a towel, propped up on her elbows. Her
companion, a brunette with long, flowing hair and skin the color of
café au lait, was spread out below her, her head between the blonde's
thighs. Abbie smiled as she watched the expression on the blonde's
face. They were trying to be discrete and not alert their mistress to
their activities, but even so the blonde moaned loudly.

After a few minutes of watching, Abbie saw the blonde tense and throw
her head back. She moaned even more loudly, grabbing the brunette's
head and grinding it against her pussy as she bucked breathlessly.
Her breasts heaved as she panted and laid back in the afterglow of
her partner's skilled attention. The brunette moved up and kissed
the blonde, embracing in a long, deep tender display before
reluctantly breaking the kiss.

"I'll go get us a drink," Abbie heard the brunette say. The woman
stood and turned to the poolhouse on the opposite side of the pool.
Her white bikini stood out clearly long after her skin faded into the
gloom outside.

Sandy, the blonde stood up and stretched languidly. Abbie felt the
tingling between her legs increase at the sight of the fantastic
woman displayed before her. Shaking her head, she cleared her head
and concentrated. Kelly disappeared inside the poolhouse and the
blonde turned towards the lounger a few feet from her. Abbie leapt
from the doorway and stayed low as she rapidly closed the distance to
Sandy. She rose up behind her and jabbed out with her right hand,
planting three fingertips in the nerve cluster at the base of the
woman's spine, just above her tight thong.

The blonde didn't make a sound – the paralysis was instantaneous.
Abbie caught her as she fell and quickly maneuvered her to the
lounger, laying her on her back and scooping her feet up onto it.
She glanced quickly over to the pool house and, seeing the brunette
was still occupied, straddled the helpless blonde who stared at her
in terror, unable to move or speak after Abbie's expert attack.

"Shh," Abbie said, mockingly, raising a finger to her lips. She
smiled at the completely helpless woman and bent forward, pressing
her lips to the paralyzed woman's and pressing her body against
hers. She broke the kiss.

"Mmm, I can taste her on you," she whispered. Then she gently pulled
the cups of the blonde's bikini down and flicked her tongue across
the erect nipples. "That should distract your friend long enough for
me to deal with her," Abbie said before sliding off the blonde and
disappearing from her sight.

The brunette approached, carrying a glass in each hand. She saw the
blonde lying on the lounger, her breasts exposed, and smiled.

"So you're waiting for me Sandy? Mmm, you know how much I love your
breasts." She set the glasses down on the patio table and sexily
walked across to her partner.

Sandy tried to scream, to shout a warning, to move her hand even
slightly, but whatever her attacker had done to her made it
impossible to move. Then she caught a flash of movement behind her
lover.

The brunette realized something was wrong too late. She looked into
the blonde's eyes and saw the fear in them. Then something flashed
in front of her face and pressed against her mouth and nose. She
took a startled breath and instantly realized her mistake. A strong
chemical smell invaded her nostrils and vapors filled her lungs.
Chloroform, she thought, desperately trying to calm her breathing
down to buy some time.

"Hello my dear," Abbie whispered in her ear, "I'm afraid Sandy isn't
really in the mood right now, but maybe you'll both feel better after
a nap." Kelly struggled, squirming and clawing at Abbie's hand.
Abbie smiled at Sandy who lay and watched in horrified fascination as
Kelly began to succumb to the drug. She saw that Kelly was getting
aroused, despite herself, and then Sandy realized she was getting
turned on too. She had a sudden vision of being put to sleep by the
powerful woman who was overpowering her lover.

Abbie saw the look in Sandy's eyes. She knew it well – she'd seen it
in dozens of women she'd put to sleep. By the sound of it, Kelly was
enjoying herself now too. She was probably resigned to the fact she
was going to be knocked out. Abbie released her left hand from
around the woman's throat and, after Kelly didn't struggle to break
free, allowed it to slip down the woman's toned, over her breasts,
her stomach and finally into the top of her thong. She waited, her
fingers hovering over her victim's pussy. As Abbie expected, this
increased Kelly's arousal and soon she was sagging in her arms, her
heavy breathing accelerating her downfall. Abbie waited a few
moments more and then slid two fingers into Kelly's wet pussy. The
woman barely moaned, weakened as she was by the chloroform, but Abbie
felt her convulse in orgasm before being completely overwhelmed. She
held the brunette for a moment and looked at Sandy. She was
obviously extremely aroused, her eyes darting from Abbie's face to
the peaceful features of her lover, now asleep in Abbie's arms.

Abbie lowered Kelly to the floor and quickly pulled her top off.
With expert precision she pulled the woman's arms and legs behind her
and bound them with the bikini top, hogtying the slumbering sentry.
Then she looked up at Sandy.

The blonde watched Abbie slowly approach, wondering what she was
going to do. Suddenly, when she was a few feet away, the brunette
agent reached out and grabbed Sandy by the arm, pulling her off the
lounger. Sandy felt her self being flipped onto her back and then
propped up into a sitting position as Abbie moved behind her onto the
lounger. The next thing she felt was a pair of powerful thighs
squeezing against her head. Abbie hooked her right calf up under
Sandy's chin and locked it in place behind her left knee. Sandy
realized Abbie must have done something to her as she threw her to
the floor since she could now move again. It did her no good. She
was trapped and fading fast. Already her vision was dimming, but she
clawed feebly at Abbie's thighs.

Watching the blonde struggle, and feeling the back of her head
pressed against her sensitive sex, Abbie felt an orgasm approaching.
She suppressed it. She would allow herself that pleasure only when
Kat lay unconscious and defeated at her feet. She had to end this
quickly, so she reached down and pressed her thumb against the
blonde's temple. Immediately the woman convulsed, twitching
uncontrollably as her brain began to switch off. Abbie squeezed
hard, raising her self off the lounger. Sandy tensed, twitched once
more, and then sighed before relaxing completely. Abbie slowly
released the hold and lowered her to the ground.

Thirty seconds later, Sandy lay next to her lover, bound with her own
bikini. Both would be asleep until morning. Abbie banished their
defeat from her mind. She only had one target to concentrate on now.

------------


ENDING # 1 (as written by Abbie)

The door to Kat's room swung open silently. The huge bed opposite
the door had a single sleeping woman in it. Abbie was slightly
disappointed. She had expected more from Kat. Still, she decided
not to pass up the opportunity and padded into the room, making no
noise. Abbie half suspected a trap, but when she drew level with the
woman in the bed it was definitely Kat.

She took a moment to admire her adversary's beautiful features, made
all the more alluring by sleep. At the moment it was a natural
slumber but dozens of methods for turning that into an artificially
induced unconsciousness flashed through Abbie's mind. She flexed her
fingers, her eyes straying to various pressure points on Kat's neck,
contemplating the varying effects and levels of consciousness she
could induce with a well-placed finger. She picked her point and
reached out.

Her fingers were inches from Kat's neck when the woman suddenly
reacted, her hand suddenly flashing out from under the sheets and
grabbing Abbie's wrist. At the same time Kat's leg kicked out,
slamming into Abbie's toned stomach. Abbie let out a loud gasp as
the air was forced from her body. Kat pressed the advantage.

In a heartbeat, the sexy agent was on her feet, twisting Abbie's
wrist up behind her back and levering her down onto her knees. The
stricken agent weakly lashed out with her free hand, but Kat gave a
subtle twist of her wrist and sudden pain lanced up to her shoulder,
subduing her. Abbie knelt, Kat behind her, her normally quick,
confident mind suddenly clouded with indecision. Kat leaned over
her, a hand snaking down the front of Abbie's body and the helpless
agent couldn't help but shiver in anticipation of where Kat's hand
was headed. Sensing her arousal, Kat laughed softly, her hand
sliding over Abbie's breasts and down over her stomach. Abbie held
her breath, expectant, her predicament forgotten at the thought of
Kat's touch. Kat paused. Then, quickly, she grabbed Abbie's belt
and undid the buckle, pulling it free and standing up again. Abbie
moaned in frustration.

"Now, let's see what we have in here," Kat said, throwing the belt on
the bed and leaning over Abbie again to open the pouches. Abbie
could feel the woman's closeness again, but Kat twisted her wrist
once more as she bent over. Abbie's mind cleared, suddenly focused
on the task at hand again. She had to get free.

Kat opened one pouch and removed a soft white cloth. She waved it in
front of Abbie's face and sighed theatrically.

"Chloroform," she said, the disapproval clear in her voice. "Really
my dear, I expected more from you. Chloroform's just so…clichéd.
Still, sometimes the old ones are the best, I suppose."

Abbie was feeling light-headed now; the fumes from the cloth were
invading her lungs. She fought to keep her concentration. She
needed to wait for the opening she needed to break free. She saw Kat
reach into another pouch and withdraw the blowpipe.

"Now this is more like it," she said. "A bit of originality and
inventiveness. Let me guess, some sort of muscle relaxant, probably
with psychotropic properties? Good for quick interrogation of the
victim, right?

More investigation from Kat revealed a set of cable ties to restrain
captives and a set of lock picks. Kat threw them onto her dresser
and turned back to her captive. She laid a hand on her shoulder and
leaned in close.

"Now, what shall I do with you?" she whispered.

Before Abbie could respond, Kat dug two fingers into the base of her
neck. Dizziness and drowsiness instantly overwhelmed Abbie. Kat
released her wrist but the nerve pinch rendered any resistance futile
as her muscles relaxed completely. She slumped forward against the
side of the bed, her vision swimming. She felt the fingers withdraw
from her neck but her training told her she would be incapacitated
for at least two minutes. More than enough time for Kat to do
whatever she had planned.

Kat stood over her victim and smiled to herself. It was almost too
easy. She decided to have a little fun. Quickly and efficiently she
stripped the barely-conscious agent out of her black lycra. As she
did so she noticed the familiar look of fear and arousal in Abbie's
eyes.

"There now," Kat said when she had Abbie naked. "It's been a long
night and you've been a very busy girl. I think you deserve a nap."

Kneeling down, Kat rolled Abbie onto her back and then pulled her
into a sitting position. She held her close and wrapped her arms
around Abbie's head and neck. The reverse sleeper was a powerful
move against a normal opponent, but Abbie was barely able to move.
She felt the effects of the nerve pinch beginning to wear off but Kat
had her now. She could prolong this as long as she liked or put her
out in a matter of seconds. Sitting helpless, her head nestled
against Kat's breast, Abbie gave in and submitted. She had lost, now
she was completely in her adversary's hands.

Kat applied the hold slowly at first. Then she sensed movement – a
twitching of Abbie's arm, a slight movement of the head. The nerve
pinch was wearing off. With a slight sigh, Kat suddenly flexed her
muscles, squeezing hard against Abbie's carotid arteries. The
brunette agent's body twitched convulsively and Abbie gave a high-
pitched grunt of surprise. She looked up at Kat with unfocussed
eyes. Her mouth hung open, her body hanging limply in Kat's arms.
Slowly, she lowered her head onto Kat's breast, allowing herself to
be cradled in her captor's arms. Abbie was still looking up into
Kat's as the pupils dilated and her eyes began to roll back.

Kat heard Abbie whimper softly and she was unsurprised it was not a
fearful exclamation. No – it was clear Abbie was aroused now. The
whimper and her hard nipples made that clear. Kat found herself
becoming aroused too. This was the best part, the part where her
victim gave in. They always submitted to their desires in that
magical moment between the realisation they were helplessly
overpowered and the moment when they lost consciousness. Abbie was
there now. For her the moment lasted longer. From the moment the
sleeper was applied the trained agent must have known what her fate
would be. Now, looking into Abbie's eyes, Kat could sense the woman
almost begging to be knocked out. She obliged her, once more flexing
her powerful muscles and applying the final pressure that would send
Abbie to dreamland.

With one last sigh Abbie felt her body twitch and then her fading
vision rapidly dimmed. She felt a sliver of drool slide from her
open mouth and then blackness descended and she fell into the
inviting warmth of unconsciousness.

Smiling, and breathing heavily with arousal, Kat gently pushed Abbie
back to lean against the bed. She quickly stood and lifted her inert
form onto the bed. Brushing a few strands of hair from her face, she
leaned down and kissed her slack lips.

"Now that I have you, my dear," she whispered, "what am I going to do
with you?"

Lying down next to her, a number of different ideas entered Kat's
head. She was going to have fun with her new captive.


ENDING # 2 (AS written by Kat)

The door to Kat's room swung open silently. Abbie smiled as she saw
her sleeping adversary turned sideways on a masterful king-sized bed,
wearing nothing but a silk white panties and a baby blue teddy. Her
breathing was soft and rhythmic as Abbie made her way to the side of
the bed she faced, her eyes closed…face peaceful as an angel's.
Abbie's grin widened as she remembered the good times they'd shared
taking sentry girls out during missions past...a set of memories she
quickly shook out of her mind. There was work to do here.

Abbie reached into the small pack attached to her belt and produced a
small bottle filled with a powerful sleeping spray she'd designed
herself. One quick spritz across Kat's face was all it would take to
send the brunette into a deeper, coma-like sleep. As she extended her
arm toward Kat's face her mind registered something. A small twitch
to the right side of her peripheral vision. Even as her mind chose to
ignore it, her instinct begged her to turn.

But it was too late.

Kat's foot connected with the bottle in a powerful swing kick off the
bed, knocking it loose and into the wall on the far side of the room.
Before she could move, Abbie heard herself saying "ooof!" then
"unnngh!" as Kat's double fisted jabs struck her unprotected
midsection, sending her stumbling to her ass, gasping for air as Kat
sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over…her chin resting on her hands
as if she were watching an interesting TV show.

"Hey baby…" Kat called sweetly. "I had a blast watching you take my
girls out on my hidden room's monitors…especially my hot foreign
employee on the couch. That was the best…"

"You…*cough*…bitch." Abbie managed to groan, desperately making her
way to her feet.

Kat stood first, walking over gingerly and sending an expert
knife-hand chop to the edge of her neck.

"Unnnh!" was Abbie's reply as she fell flat on her ass yet again…her
head suddenly bobbing back and forth as her eyes rolled into the back
of her lids. She moaned softly, fighting unconsciousness as her old
friend/lover/enemy settled herself behind the agent's neck. Within
millisecond the sleeper hold Kat had taught her ages ago was on tight,
pinching Abbie's carotid arteries shut…draining the blood flow to her
bran to nothing more than a trickle.

"Shhhhh…." Kat whispered, her soft tongue lapping at Abbie's right
ear. "It'll soon be over, baby. You'll see a few spots, then a
haze…maybe even feel your body twitch a little as I send you to
dreamland. Then I'll have to chalk another point down for myself as
the year closes."

Kat tightened the sleeper, cutting the flow completely.

"God…" she giggled. "That would make this two wins in a row for me,
wouldn't it?"

And Kat was right. The spots were starting to fill Abbie's vision,
giving a sneak preview to the unconsciousness that would undoubtedly
follow. Abbie suddenly let her body relax, ceasing her squirming as
she put all her concentration on a way out of this predicament.

"Oh come now…" Kat whispered, her tongue continuing to playfully lap
at Abbie's earlobe. "You think playing possum's gonna work? For
God's sake, angel…I TAUGHT you that trick."

Abbie's hand made it's way behind her waist…seeking…fiddling around….

"The things I'm gonna do to you, Abbie." Kat continued, monologuing
the way any villain should. "I was thinking of putting you in a
gas-filled room…maybe keeping you eternally drowsy as I don a gas mask
and, well…let's just say I'd have hours of fun."

Abbie's fingers…finding a warm area behind her.

"Oh please…keep struggling, baby." Kat said gently. "You know I like
it when you…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….."

The sudden moan from Kat's lips was followed by a slight loosening of
her sleeper as Abbie's fingers found the soft silky crotch of her
white panties. With a simple three-fingered attack and a bit of
pressure, Abbie found a cluster of nerves there that comprised a
special meridian on the female body…one that, when attacked along with
clitoral stimulation, caused a sudden rush of weakness and sedation
that the Kat's brain mistook as a building orgasm.

Abbie felt the heat emanating from her foe's face, neck, and thighs as
the sleeper hold slipped even further. Kat's breathing quickened as
Abbie turned her neck to see crimson splotches forming on her
cheeks…blushes that marked her perfectly executed maneuver.

"Oh….God….Abbie." Kat moaned softly. "No fair…no fair at…all…."

Kat's hands lost their grip and her arms went limp at her sides as
Abbie turned quickly, fighting the head rush that threatened to make
her pass out. She kept her grip on Kat's panties, her fingers
massaging the pressure points there as a fourth finger joined in,
pushing on the crucial fourth nerve she'd studied for so long.

"Yes…you taught me well." Abbie sighed, her strength slowly flowing
back. "But any dog…old or young…can learn new tricks…just like the 4
fingered energy block technique you're feeling this very second."

Kat was on her knees know…her thighs spread…arms to her side as her
head slowly nodded, loose on its hinges. She moaned softly…her brain
interpreting the paralyzing effects of the grip as flows of pleasure
that made their way to every single extremity. In a matter of seconds
the silk panties were damp and sticky…her eyes crossing from the faux
pleasure.

"God….Abbie…you're so…good."

Abbie giggled.

"Your brain thinks I am, babykins." She replied. "But here's the
kicker. Once I add a fifth finger to this little technique your brain
is gonna register an orgasm, except instead of an actual orgasm you're
nervous system is gonna shut down like a 1970's Manhattan blackout."

Kat's eyes fluttered from pleasure to fear…and then back again.

"So…proud of you, Abbie." Kat moaned. "You did so….good."

Abbie nodded, smiling. She leaned in and kissed her partner's lips,
acknowledging the history they shared. "I know." She said.

"Just make sure I'm out…" Kat finished, her eyes flashing a flash of
vengeance. "cause if you don't, I'll be coming after…you…and…"

Abbie thrust her thumb into the wetness, attacking the fifth point
needed to finish the maneuver.

"No, babe." Abbie said, locking eyes with her only equal. "You'll
just be coming."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…." Was the sound that
poured from Kat's lips, her eyelids fluttering as her body jittered a
bit, her hips bucking back and forth as what her mind thought was a
climax thundered through her system. Abbie felt her the muscles at
her fingertips spasm as she realized that Kat was indeed having and
orgasm. The fact that Abbie had defeated her at her own game had been
enough to induce a real release…but the technique Abbie had spent
months perfecting on countless girls did it's job just as effectively.

"Oooooooooooooohhhhh…." Kat said.

"Yes." Abbie agreed. "Nighty night, angel."

Kat slightly nodded….as if to agree….then hr eyes rolled into whites
as she grunted…going limp and falling into Abbie's shoulder, her chin
resting there like an infant resting against its mother's body. She
convulsed as her real orgasm ceased, but the girl was out cold.

Abbie calmly laid Kat's sleeping body on the bed, spreading her arms
and legs as she tied all four to the headboard and bedposts. She
straddled her fallen foe's stomach…feeling the sudden warmth of
excitement she knew would come should she win the night's contest.

This was her prize…and she planned to spend ALL night enjoying it.

She thought about what Kat had said to her before passing out…how she
should make sure the girl was out lest she come after her.

With a smile, Abbie leaned in, her right thumb and forefinger finding
that special spot on the left side of Kat's neck. She felt the bundle
of soft nerves and ganglia there and squeezed in a powerful burst.

"auhhhhhhhhhhnnnn…." Kat said, her body twitching once. Then twice.
Then….nothing. The nerve pinch did it's job, sending Kat into the
deepest realm of sleep possible.

Within seconds, Abbie's fingers were pulling softly at the moist silk
panties that clad the very area responsible for her opponent's defeat.

She leaned over…kissing sleeping lips.

"To the victor goes the spoils, babydoll…" Abbie whispered.

And for many hours that night…they did just that.


END