Cheerleader Squabble - Morgan M & Jen Bailey

Cheerleaders Morgan M and Jen Bailey didn't quite see eye to eye. They both thought their teams were the best and slowly the off field rivalry starts to intensify









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Secretary Roxee is our Damsel in Distress

The secretary had done a lot for the company and her scruffy boss had promised her a lot whilst she had slogged her guts out but then all of a sudden, he sacked her.She wanted to get what she was owed






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It’s 8:50pm on a gorgeous Saturday night in the late spring of 1999. My name is Amanda and I am a barista for a well known coffee chain and 3rd year university student. I’m 20 years old, 5’3”, 115 pounds with shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and I am a total clock watcher. There is only ten minutes to go before I can close for the night, but it’s been a ghost town since seven. It usually was in our neighbourhood, especially on weekends.
Our policy was to have at least two people on until closing, but rules are meant to be broken and we would take turns leaving early. There was no point in making two of us suffer, and my good friend Laura was eager to get home.
There were only a few minutes to go when your rather typical college guy walked in. 5’11”, short brown hair, brown eyes, wearing jeans and a forest green t-shirt. I thought he was rather attractive, blushing a little, but I already had a boyfriend. He was also wearing this blue and black windbreaker which seemed strange considering the warm evening. He apologized, knowing it was late, and ordered a cappuccino. I had already put things away for the night and sighed at the thought of cleaning up again, I didn’t notice him lock the door as I walked behind the counter.
I could have sworn I had seen him before, but couldn’t place where. As soon as I handed him his coffee, he changed, his gaze narrowed making me uncomfortable. He took one step back from the counter and pulled a black handgun from his jacket, pointing it in my direction. I had nowhere to go, he stood between me and the front door, and I didn’t dare make a run for the back. In a very calm tone he told me to turn off the lights, take all the money from the register and place it on the counter. As soon as I did this he snapped it from the counter, placing it in his pocket. What came next I never would have expected.
I was trembling as he stepped behind the counter. He could tell I was scared, who wouldn’t be? He tucked the gun in the waist of his jeans, placing his hand on my shoulder, and told me to relax, that he wouldn’t hurt me.
“You want to call the police?” he asked. I nodded, holding back tears. “Well we can’t have that, at least not yet.” He took out half of a small pill and set it down in front of me. “This is a sedative, I want you to take it, it will calm you down, put you to sleep for a few hours and give me time to get away, it’s win-win.”
I grabbed the tablet and quickly swallowed it, just wanting him to leave. “We’re almost done, but that’s going to take a few minutes to work.” He said pulling out a small brown bottle and picking a cloth from the counter, folding it over several times into a thick pad.
He poured the some of the contents of the bottle onto the cloth, glanced at my nametag and put out his hand offering me the cloth. “Amanda, this is chloroform, I’m sure you’ve seen it used in movies and know what it does.” I recognized the smell having used it on some labs in organic chemistry, and I certainly knew it had been used as an anaesthetic. I stepped back against the rear counter pulling away from him. “Amanda, there are two ways we can do this, one of which you’re really not going to like. Place the cloth over your face, take a few deep breaths, you’ll go to sleep for a little while and when you wake up I’ll be gone.” He took one large step towards me, effectively pinning me between him and the cabinets.
I reluctantly took the dark brown cloth from his hand, and looked at him with pleading eyes as I placed it over my nose and mouth taking a small sample of the overpowering fumes. There was a gleam in his eye, like he really enjoyed watching this. “Just a few deep breaths Amanda, the quicker you do it the sooner I go.” With that I exhaled, held the cloth firmly over my face and took in a lungful of the intoxicating vapours, then another. At first I didn’t notice any real effect, but then almost a sparking sensation started at the top of my head. My lungs ached for fresh air but I forced myself to take another deep breath. After the fifth my head was clouded, my lips and tongue felt like rubber, my assailant was pressing himself against me now, I had hardly noticed he came so close, and although the sensation was leaving my arms and legs as I continued to breath in the sweet liquid I noticed the large bulge in his pants as he pressed against my thigh. At some point he placed his hand over mine to hold the cloth in place.
The fumes were quickly doing their job, I had to blink often in my attempt to keep the world in focus in the dim light. Standing had become next to impossible by now, the only reason I wasn’t on the floor was due to the fact I was propped up against his body. I became tired of the fight to keep my eyes open and let the world slip into darkness. “Sweet dreams Amanda.” Although he sounded miles away I distinctly heard it whispered in my ear as I was surrounded by a pleasant sense of calm. As the ringing in my ears grew stronger I had one last, unexpected reaction, as a warm tingling sensation of intense pleasure became to form between my legs...
My name is Ty.  I’m not a jock, I’m not the Alpha male of the pack or a geek just your typical university student. I like girls, and I really like sex. There is nothing wrong with me, I can easily pick them up if I want to, but I’m also pretty lazy and don’t want to work that hard at it. Many guys will mingle the entire night, spend lots of money, buy several women a drink and still go home to the lotion and tissues. I only have to find one I like, buy her one cocktail and she’s coming home with me. A little GHB, maybe a roofie, better living through science I say. Don’t get me wrong, I respect women, after all no means no... I just don’t give them a chance to say it. I became infatuated with Amanda ever since I first laid eyes on her in that first year chem class. Sweet, sexy, your typical girl next door fantasy. I had planned to slip her a little something and persuade her to come back to my place but could never separate her from her friends. This isn’t how I wanted to do it, I didn’t want to scare her, I was worried she would notice the gun was a fake, but now here she is mine for the night.
Brushing her soft blonde locks from her eyes I gaze at the blank, peaceful expression that now graces her face, after three years I’m finally alone with the object of my obsession. The aubergine eye shadow and crimson lipstick compliment her quiet features beautifully as her relaxed mouth open ever so slightly. I pick Amanda’s limp form up into a cradle carry, while doing so catching a whiff of her subtle perfume nearly send me over the top. I place her form on the soft brown leather sofa in the alcove to the right of the front door.  Looking out the window at the last signs of daylight as I draw the shades, it’s our time to be together.
I pull the tie on the back of her black apron and lift the strap from around her neck, tossing the offending garment in the corner, to hide such beauty is a crime. Her white cotton v-neck t-shirt had ridden up exposing a tone midriff. I rub my hand over her porcelain abdomen, down the front of her light grey cotton skirt cut just above the knee, pulling off her grey flats to exposing her lovely feet.  I was disappointed to see her toes weren’t painted but given the circumstance I was just happy to be with her.
Lifting her arms over her head, I pull off her top with two quick tugs, exposing the light pink lace bra containing her perky B cups. I have been waiting for this moment for so long, undoing the two buttons, I slide the zipper down her skirt, my pulse quickens as I side the material over her hips and down her smooth, shapely legs. I step back taking in her stunning, unconscious form in its entirety.  Lying motionless on the small couch, clad only in her bra and matching pink, lace bikini panties. Despite the risk I couldn’t resist snapping a few photos with the camera on my phone.
Did I imagine it, or did her arm just move.  A small moan escapes her lips, as I lunge for the cloth on the nearby table. I place the still damp rag over her face, she lets out as small sigh as the small slits of white disappear behind her eyelids once again. Leaving the cloth in place for another minute, hoping it will last long enough for the full effects of the rohypnol to kick in.
I begin to explore her body, kissing her all over. I reach behind her back, releasing the clasp on her bra, freeing her breasts to the world. I lean in to start kissing and sucking these breathtaking examples of femininity, placing my hand on her warm mound in the process. I immediately pull back and look down, in the twilight I can see a rather obvious wet spot has appeared on the thin lacy fabric. Sliding myself lower on her body and taking in the aroma I’m pleasantly surprised to find that she seemed to find something arousing about her situation.
I’m good but not that good, having hardly touched her, she must have found something sexually exciting. Some people have a strong fetish for sleep, even if they won’t admit it to themselves. Judging by how eager Amanda was to inhale from the cloth, it seems like she truly enjoys being knocked out. It’s not like I would have entertained the request but she didn’t even ask if I could tie her up instead.
I lift her bottom, and slowly peel her panties off exposing her womanhood. My hands tremble as I massage my hand over her smooth hairless slit. I pull one of her eyes and can tell right away that she won’t be coming back anytime soon.  I strip down to my boxers, and despite the small size of our makeshift bed manage to cherish several hours, spooning with my dreamgirl, methodically exploring every inch of her body, happy that Amanda wasn’t the one who got away.
Having spent several hours in ecstasy, looking towards the clock I was signalled to wrap up our night together. Grabbing my clothes, I quickly got dressed. Having enough time to sweep this lovely girl up, placing her over my shoulder carrying her around the shop, enjoying our last intimate moments together before we returned to our own worlds apart. Taking extra care while I redressed her, leaving her in a comfortable position for when she awoke.
I placed the money back in the register, after all I’m not a robber I’m a romantic. A friend who had briefly worked at this same location a year earlier had told me where the video was recorded. Stepping into the supply room I reached up, switching the tapes for blank ones, then quietly made my exit out the back.
 
The sound of the occasional car driving by were the first sensations welcoming me back to the world, a small streak of intense red light from the rising sun slipping between the shade and the window frame danced across my face. I flinched a few times trying to clear the sleep from my head which still felt as if it was full of cotton. The rest of the my body had yet to catch up with me, as when I attempted to get off the sofa I did little more than push myself onto the cold tile. Taking a moment, I pick myself up and survey the room, the details of the previous night start coming back to me but they remain vague. Not certain why I’m so groggy and lethargic, and not sure what I’m still doing at work at 5:30am I attempt to piece the events of the previous evening back together. A guy came in for coffee...

With one hand Amy held the damp rag to her own face while the other hand snaked down between her legs to lightly rub against her jeans. She moaned deeply, drawing the fumes into her lungs and feeling the room sway around her, her sedation only intensifying the warmth in her crotch. Her arms and legs felt heavy, her mind sluggish, and with each breath the medicine smell grew more pleasant. She took the rag away for a moment to draw in some oxygen, but instead she only received a lungful of gas as Sam pressed the clear mask over her lips and mouth. It smelled like strawberries. She inhaled willingly, smiling at him as she felt the gas spread throughout her body. The gas wasn’t like the chloroform. It made her feel relaxed, happy, pliant. The world became soft and warm, and a gentle fog drifted over her mind.

Amy was so glad whenever Sam decided to visit. As a single mom at thirty nine she didn’t receive much attention, even with her fit body and long auburn hair. But once every few months Sam would swing into town, with his goody bag of gases, chloroform, and other toys, and Amy would send her eighteen year old daughter Sara to a friend’s house for a weekend sleepover. Then Sam would relieve her of pesky things like willpower and consciousness, letting her spend days drifting on a drugged cloud. Not that it was all one-sided – in her altered state Amy would rarely turn down Sam’s advances. And she knew from experience that whenever she tried to turn him down, a few moments of sweet-smelling gas forced to her lips would quickly show her the error of her ways. But by Monday morning, her body a little sore and her mind a little groggy, Amy would be sad to see Sam go.

This visit was no different – Amy had just felt so conscious lately – and she took deep whiffs of the numbing gas as Sam’s hands slipped up the front of her blouse. The room seemed almost to sparkle above her as her thoughts drifted one by one out of her head. But something was wrong; Sam’s fingers had stopped inching toward her nipples. Amy looked into Sam’s eyes and saw that he was staring in surprise over her shoulder. Amy let the gas mask slip from her lips as she turned to look, and she too opened her eyes in surprise. In the doorway stood Sara.

“I came back to get some books,” stammered Sara, “and…..what, what’s going on?”

Sara took a step back from the room. Sam rose slowly from the couch. He appeared to weigh his options for a moment. Then in one swift motion he grabbed the chloroform rag from Amy’s hand and leapt across the room. Sara turned to run, but Sam was already upon her, one arm wrapping around her waist and the other clamped to her mouth. Sara tried to scream, but the rag cut her off. She began to pull at Sam’s arms, shouting into the cloth and kicking her legs.

“Whaaaa, what arrree you doooing?” slurred Amy.

“I’m giving her a little nap,” said Sam, “When she wakes up she won’t remember a thing, unless you want her to know what we were up to.”

Amy rose to her feet. She crossed the room and stood in front of Sara as she continued to struggle against Sam. Sam held her tight, lifting her legs off the ground, but Sara’s hands kept clawing at Sam’s. Sara’s eyes connected with Amy’s, and Sara gave her mother a pleading look as she moaned into the cloth. Amy reached forward, took Sara’s hands in her own, and pulled them away from Sara’s body. Sara’s eyes widened in shock and she screamed into the cloth.

“Shhhh, baby,” said Amy, her head clearer now, “be a good little girl and breathe it in. Just breathe it in and forget all about what you saw.”

Sara kept struggling, but her mother’s betrayal seemed to have sapped her resolve. Her arms were pulling less against Amy’s, her legs making weaker kicks. Breath by breath, plea by plea, the fumes soaked into Sara’s lungs. Her eyes were blinking rapidly, rolling around the room. Her moans were lower. She felt so sleepy. Her thoughts felt jumbled, her body unresponsive. She had been scared of something a moment ago, but she couldn’t remember what. And who was this nice man holding her up? Sara let out a final low moan and leaned back into Sam’s arms. He drew the rag from her face and her mouth hung slack. Then he loosened his grip and Sara sank to the ground. Her eyes were still open, but glazed over. She swayed back and forth slightly.

“Finish it,” said Amy.

A grin crossed Sam’s mouth.

“Finish putting her to sleep,” said Amy again.

“She seemed like a cool kid,” said Sam, looking at her body, surely the spitting image of her mother two decades before, “maybe she’d like to play with us.”

Amy looked at Sam in disbelief.

“She could breathe a little gas, you could breathe a little gas, and when you guys are feeling a-ok we could all go up to the bedroom.”

“What are you saying?” asked Amy, beginning to feel afraid, “I won’t involve my daughter in this.”

“Sorry,” said Sam, “the issue has been decided.”

With surprisingly force he pushed her backward and Amy fell back onto the couch. Sam fell upon her, reaching with one hand to grab the gas mask. Amy fought to push Sam off, but he was too heavy. He brought the mask up and forced it over her mouth. Amy shoved a hand between the mask and her mouth, but she could still feel the hiss of the gas blowing through her fingers and against her lips.

“You know you want to,” said Sam.

“Please, let me go,” begged Amy.

“All you have to do is breathe. Breathe. It’ll be so much fun.”

Amy struggled underneath him. She could smell the strawberries. The room seemed to soften around her. Her body began to tingle.

“Pleeeease,” she moaned.

“It’s too late,” said Sam, “you know you’ll give in.”

And she knew he was right. No matter how hard she fought, the gas would win. She could feel it seeping into her, relaxing her body and mind. She couldn’t seem to hold onto her panic. Sam this close, sweating, breathing hard - it felt so right. Amy’s eyes started to glass over. Her hand slipped to her side and Sam pressed the mask forward, completing the seal. Why had she been so worried? What harm could a little fun be? Why would she want to keep Sara from feeling as good as she herself felt now? Because everything was so nice now. Everything was so dreamy.

“That’s my girl,” said Sam, easing Amy up to a sitting position.

“Are you ready to play?” he asked and she nodded.

He took the mask from her lips and she stared blissfully into space. He walked over to Sara, still crumpled groggily in the doorway. Her cobwebs were beginning to clear and she looked up at Sam in confusion. He brought the mask to her lips and cooed lightly in her ear. In a few moments she was floating, stoned and relaxed. Sam helped her up and led her to the couch to sit beside Amy. For several minutes there was only the sound of gas as he passed the mask back and forth. Amy and Sara inhaled happily, dopey smiles on their lips and eyes focusing on nothing. Then Sam unzipped his pants and one went down on him while the other inhaled the gas. Then the cloth to both their lips until they drifted off to sleep. They never fought.

(Part One)
Steve Makay was your average 18 year old gear-head. He had little time for anything but working on his 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS. He had an occasional girlfriend, but they soon got tired of competing with that damnned car, and he didn't much care one way or the other. He'd saved his money from summer jobs, and had finally been able to buy a LS7 454 Cubic Inch motor. It was one of the best looking and running cars around in his town, but it also had a small problem. Too much compression and performance for the low grade fuel available. Trying various octane boosters and other modifications, he'd heard about using a Nitrous Oxide Injection System. Checking into the costs, he decided that this would be his best choice. It would also be a choice that would change his interests drastically on many subjects.
Late Saturday evening found Steve working alone on installing his NOS (Nitrous Oxide System) onto his Chevy. He was just finishing the installation of the brackets used to hold the NOS Cylinder in the trunk of the car, when his 18 year old sister Gina came in with her girlfriend Carla. "Whatcha doin Stevie?" Gina asked in her usual screechy tone. Hitting his head on the trunk lid, Steve was surprised, and now pissed. "What the fuck Gina! Can't ya see I'm busy here?" he nearly screamed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya, but I was wondering if you could take Carla home when you're done fixin this thing" she asked in her best "suck up" voice. Now Carla was not your average looking 18 year old. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes, and the cutest little ass and tits he'd ever seen. She was also a prick teaser way beyond her years. She knew she had a good looks and a great body, and she could flirt with the best of them. Being a warm summer night, she was dressed in a tube top and a pair of cut-off shorts. Steve peered over the trunk lid and just looked at her cute little tits and legs. "Ahhhhhh, shit, I don't know when I'm gonna be done with this thing, it'll probably take me at least another hour before
I'm ready to take it out for a test run, and besides that, why doesn't she just stay overnight like she usually does?" he said as he went back to work on the car, and shook off the thoughts in his mind. Gina, who also was no slouch when it came to looks, having short blond hair, blue eyes, and an angelic face, replied with a whine, "Awwww please Stevie. I have to go to Debbie's house with Mom in a few minutes cause Deb's Mom and us are gonna go shopping early in the morning, and I'm gonna stay overnight there. Besides, we told her Mom that you said you'd take her home already." "You WHAT?!!? Steve yelled as he came out from under the trunk. "What the fuck did you tell her that for? I ain't got time to be a goddamnned taxi ya know." Carla hadn't said a word yet the whole time they were in the garage, but now she grabbed Gina by the arm and said disgustedly "Aw forget it Gina, he's bein a real pain" and began to tug Gina away. "Wait", Gina said and pulled away, "I never told Mom about you and your buddies drinkin beer in here last week Stevie, so you OWE me a favor. This is my favor, and then we're even" she said with smug assuredness. Steve knew she'd tell on him, so he had no choice but to agree. "Allright you little shit, but this is it. We're even after this. Right?" he said with angry resignation. "Yep, even Steven." she said with a giggle, and trotted off to go with her Mom to her other girlfriends house. A minute or two later, he heard them get into his Mom's car and drive off.
Looking over the trunk, he fairly snarled at Carla "Sit down over there, and don't touch anything. I'll get you home just as soon as I finish this." as he pointed to a chair. Next to the chair was the bright blue NOS cylinder. Carla sat down with a bored "hmmph" sound and just stared outside. Steve continued working on the hoses and valves for the NOS system, and then he heard music.
"Who told you you could turn on the radio?" he asked. "I'm bored" she replied and walked back over to the chair and sat down. "Tough shit. Just sit there and I'll be done in a few minutes" he replied and went back to work. Carla stuck her tongue out at him as his head disappeared under the lid, and her fingers found the valve on the NOS Cylinder. Turning it slightly, she heard a faint whooshing sound, but no smell. With the music on, Steve did not hear any of this. Crinkling her nose, Carla opened the valve some more. She bent over to smell the escaping gas, but there wasn't any discernable odor. She sniffed it for a few seconds, and sat back upright. All of a sudden, she started to giggle. She hadn't turned the valve off, and the gas kept wafting upwards towards her. Her giggling turned into loud laughing, and Steve heard it. He walked over towards her and heard the gas coming out of the bottle. "What the fuck are you doin!" he screamed at her and turned the valve off.
Carla was laughing and her head began to weave and bob. Steve grabbed her by the shoulders and picked her up from the chair. She immediately went limp in his hands and he almost dropped her on the floor. He dragged her dead weight body over to a mat he used to lay on when he worked under the car.
He was scared what was wrong with her. He lowered her down to the mat, and as he did, her tube top caught on his arms as she slid through. There she lay on the mat, with her cute little tits just staring up at him. "CHRIST" he said to himself and pulled the tube top from around her neck and tried to place it back on her young firm tits. He looked at her face, and saw she was totally unconscious. As he was trying to put the top back on, his fingers couldn't help but brush against her firm mounds, and his dick unconsciously got hard.
Then it hit him. "The Nitrous!" he thought to himself, "Shit, that's Laughing Gas, just like what they use at the Hospitals. No wonder she's out cold" An evil thought crossed his mind. "I wonder just how "out" she is?" Carefully watching her face, his fear turned to lecherous thoughts. Putting his hand at her crotch, he pushed slightly down on her pubic mound. No reaction showed on Carla's face. Getting bolder, he pushed a finger under the leg of her shorts and probed near her pussy. He felt the legband of her panties, and wormed his finger past it, and felt her soft hair on his finger. Still no reaction on her face, and he decided to go further. Unsnapping the waist on her cut-offs, he unzipped them, and pulled them down past her thighs. As he pulled, her panties came off with the pants, and he had a clear view of her sparse haired pussy. He just couldn't help himself, and he pushed her legs upwards and then spread her legs so he could see her pussy wide open. He lowered his head and put his nose right up to her pretty pink hole, and took a deep sniff. It had almost a powdery smell. Real clean and sweet.
He wet his finger, and put it at the opening. Sliding it up and down, he found the hole and slid his wet finger into her. It felt so warm and tight, that he almost came in his pants right there. He wasn't quite brave enough to attempt fucking her, at least not yet. He pulled his finger out and tasted it. It tasted as good as she smelled. He licked it again, and put it up to her tiny little puckered pink asshole. He'd never played with any of his girlfriend's assholes because they wouldn't let him, but he always wanted to try it once. He pushed the finger slightly against the crinkled hole, and finally it gave way. Up it went into her tiny ass. He began corkscrewing his finger around as he pushed deeper into her bowels. The sight of his finger against her cute little ass cheeks made him shiver. He just had to try it. He pulled his finger out of her ass and looked at her face. Still no expressions or changes, so he pulled his pants down and was going to put some spit on his cockhead, but found that it was covered with lubrication already. Smearing it around the head, he pushed her legs back again, and put the head up to her pussy. Rubbing it up and down, he felt the opening and pushed his hips forward slightly. He watched as the head slowly disappeared into Carla's young, tight pussy. He pushed a little farther and felt her hymen blocking his way from entering her any further. Her pussy was so tight and felt so good, and the sight of his dick stuck into this almost hairless pussy almost made him lose control, but he didn't want to try to push through her cherry. He reluctantly pulled out of her pussy, and was going to pull his pants back on, then decided to try her asshole. "No cherry there to break" he thought, and since his dick was so slick now, it might slide right in. He put some saliva on her asshole anyway, just for the hell of it, and put his swollen cockhead up to her tiny anus. The head of his dick was much bigger than her little hole, but he'd heard of others doing this, so he decided he would try it. Pushing harder and harder against the tight hole, it finally gave way and allowed his prick to sink deep into her rectum. The tightness of her ass was unbelievable, and almost before it started, it was over. Steve had to pull out almost immediately and came all over his own legs. He grabbed a rag and wiped himself off, then wiped off Carla's entire crotch area.
He pulled her panties and cut-off's back on, and sat watching her. Finally, after about 5 minutes, she slowly regained consciousness. It was a total of about 30 minutes that she had been out, and she seemed no worse for the wear.
"Ohhhhh, what happened?" she said groggily as she sat upright and looked around. Thinking quickly, Steve answered "You fell off the goddamnned chair you jerk! I thought ya killed yourself." "I what? I don't remember doing that.
Did I hit my head?" she asked in a confused tone. "Beats the hell outta me. I saw ya laying there and moved ya over to the mat. I was gonna call your Mom or someone if you didn't straighten out real soon." Steve said with a convincing tone of aggravation and and concern. "Geeez, don't say nothin to anyone about it. They'll think I'm on drugs or somethin. Just take me home ok?" Carla said as she got up carefully. Once standing, she rubbed her ass, "I think I musta fell on my butt real hard. It's kinda sore" she said with a mild grimace.
"I don't know what the hell ya did, but let's get your ass home and outta my way" Steve said shaking his head, and feeling a new sense of glee. He thought to himself as he started the car, "Man, this is the best investment I ever made in my life. I can't wait to try this out on a few of those stuck-up bitches at school." He drove off with Carla and dropped her off at home, watching as she walked up the stairs of her house with a gingerness in her step. "We'll hafta do this again" he smiled to himself and drove off with many plans in his head about who was next to discover his new found way with women.

Candy pushed open the double doors leading into the surgical theatre. The light from the sconce just a few feet down the hall seemed to end abruptly where the floor of the theatre began, almost like a wall of shadows. Rosa watched in horror as Candy boldly stepped into the darkness. There was a moment of resounding silence.
“C-Candy?” Rosa whispered.
Another second passed.
“Candy?” Rosa squeaked more urgently.
Rosa recoiled as the theatre lights came on, momentarily blinded and scared out of her wits.
“What are you going on about?” Candy said from just inside the doors, “Are you going to stand out there all night?”
A large table dominated the center of the room. It was fully adjustable and was still in the configuration it had been used in the day before for Lady Blakewell’s gynecological procedure. Candy wasted no time roaming about the room while Rosa stood near the operating table watching her. Rosa hadn’t noticed the broad covered trolley at the head of the table but Candy had and wasted no time yanking off the sheet. Both girls gasped at the site of the monstrosity of chrome, glass, and black rubber that lay beneath.
It was the anaesthesia machine; a rack of six gas bottles across the back of it colored two green, two blue, one orange, and one black. Lengths of corrugated black hose were draped across the small counter top, two sections connected to different parts of the machine. A bank of knobs and gauges labeled: Oxygen, Nitrous Oxide, Cyclopropane, and Carbon Dioxide. On the side of the machine was a large black rubber bladder to which one of the hoses was attached.
“Good God!” Candy exclaimed, extending a hand towards the controls.
“Wait a minute…” Rosa began.
“I’m beginning to regret inviting you along,” Candy huffed.
“What are you going to do?” Rosa took a small step back.
“Haven’t you ever wondered what it was like?” Candy stepped to the other side of the machine then quickly opened one of the drawers.
“You mean the gas?” Rosa whispered.
“Of course I mean the gas,” Candy laughed and reached into the drawer.
Rosa gawked as Candy produced an ominous black rubber facemask and proceeded to fondle it. Rosa shuddered when she thought of all the patients who’d had that awful mask clamped to their faces. She had caught a whiff of the gas’ odor once before when a patient had briefly struggled free and knocked the anaesthetist’s hand awry. It was musty, cloying. Awful. Oh yes, and then there had been that time…NO!
Candy had different feelings about the mask. She remembered having her appendix out only seven years earlier when she was 17. She remembered the mask. The smothering mask and the acrid chemical fumes. She had been a brave girl, breathing deeply as instructed in spite of the terrible smell. The anaesthetist had been a handsome young resident. She had kept her eyes open as long as she could, staring up into the baby blues that gazed down caringly at her even as his hand gripped the mask more tightly to her tender young face. Roaring oblivion had followed.


“Oh, I think all this anaesthesia stuff is fascinating,” Candy said with a broad smile. Her eyes turned to the machine.
“You wouldn’t!” Rosa exclaimed.
“Just one little whiff won’t hurt,” said Candy, inching towards the machine, “And besides, I’ve watched them work this thing. It’s not so hard. Keeping the patient alive is the hard part.”
Before Rosa could say anything else, Candy was at the controls, her fingers touching each of the knobs under the flowmeters.
“Be careful!” Rosa blubbered, looking back over her shoulder nervously.
Candy switched on the oxygen first. There was a faint crackling noise as the circuit filled with fresh oxygen. She picked up the hoses, attached at a t-piece, and connected the mask to the circuit. A steady hissing began to issue from the mask as Candy brought it up just a few inches from her face. A steady flow of oxygen blew against her chin and lips.
“Now for a little gas,” Candy tittered, bringing the mask closer but not yet in contact with her face. She switched on the nitrous oxide next, balancing the mixture the way she had seen them do dozens of times; 30% oxygen, 70% nitrous oxide.
All she could really smell was the rubber of the mask at first. With a giggle, she pressed the mask over her nose and mouth, taking a deep breath. The rubber smell was pungent, like an old tire, but there was also the mild sweet odor of the nitrous oxide. Exhaling, she saw the rebreathing bag flutter as her breath filled it. She breathed deeply again. Her fingertips were feeling tingly, her knees a little wobbly. Another breath out and the bag swelled even more as the gas mixture flowed into it. Suddenly she pulled the mask away and gasped.
“Are you alright?” Rosa asked, fear replaced with professional concern. She stepped up and put a hand on Candy’s shoulder.
“I’m OK,” Candy sputtered, smiling, “I just didn’t think it would be that intense!”
Rosa ogled the hissing mask, still in Candy’s hand. Again, before Rosa could react, Candy had replaced the mask to her face and was breathing deeply from it. But now Rosa reached up and pulled the mask away.
“Are you crazy?”
Candy blinked dumbly at her, thoughts somewhat fuzzy. Then her eyes cleared.
“Look, Rosa, I’m not leaving her until I’ve had some of the real gas!”
“Not the cyclo…” Rosa began.
“Yes…the cyclo!” Candy said, reaching for the controls again. Rosa intervened again, grabbing Candy’s wrist.
The women glared at one another, suddenly unsure of what would happen next. Candy’s expression was almost one of hurt while Rosa’s was clearly of horror.
“What’s the matter, Rosa,” Candy mewed.
Rosa shut her eyes for a moment, sighing.
“Its…its just that I had a bad turn with the gas once…”
Rosa hadn’t wanted to remember. She tried to keep her thoughts about the matter as professional as possible. Now it was impossible to keep the memory out.
“What happened?” Candy prompted.
“It was in nursing school,” Rosa said, “There was a doctor named Abbott…”


Shadows, part 2
Rosa’s Story

There were seven of us. As part of our training we were given a crash course in anaesthetics. The other girls and I had thought we were going to witness an induction, and we were right…only it would be each one of us! It was considered essential that we all experience anaesthesia from the patient’s perspective. Of course, we didn’t find this out until the day of the course.
We assembled in one of the training theatres where the chief anaesthetist, Dr. Abbott, was waiting with a trolley very much like this one. None of us said a word as we stood waiting as Dr. Abbott fiddled with the controls on his gas machine. Matron was standing nearby, knowing what would soon unfold. Finishing his adjustments, Dr. Abbott turned to us and began his speech:
“Today, each one of you will be given a firsthand experience with the gas machine. In turn, each one of you will lie down here on the table and be anaesthetized for a few moments so that you will know exactly what the patient is experiencing…”
We began to whisper among ourselves nervously when Matron stepped in:
“Quiet now, girls, this is something I want you to remember and remember well!”
Gladys was first. She bravely stepped up to the table and reclined, but you could tell she was scared. We all were, except maybe for Ursula. Abbott clamped the rubber mask over Gladys’ face.
“Breathe slowly and deeply…”
After she had taken three or four nervous breaths, he said:
“How are you feeling?”
“Sleepy…” Gladys had mumbled under the mask.
Abbott’s hand went to the machine and twisted a knob. Gladys’ eyes fluttered open for a moment, widened, then closed tightly as she took another breath. They fluttered once more, then closed. Abbott withdrew the mask.
“As you saw, it took only about a minute to fully anaesthetize this young woman. A beginning mixture of oxygen and nitrous oxide sedates the patient before introducing the volatile agent. In this case, Cyclopropane.”
Abbott switched off the gas and turned up the oxygen then placed the mask back on Gladys for a few breaths. Her eyes opened slowly and Abbott removed the mask.
“Good girl, you’re done. Who’s next?”
Matron helped Gladys off of the table and into a one of several chairs that had been set up across the room.
“I’ll go next,” Ursula had said, stepping forward.
Matron grimaced, but said nothing, Gladys slumping in her arms.
Ursula climbed onto the table and smiled up at Dr. Abbott. The anaesthetist smiled back and plopped the mask over her incredulous face. Again he said:
“Breathe slowly and deeply…”
Ursula complied, eyes wide and bright as she took her first breaths of the nitrous oxygen mixture. We watched the rebreathing bag, almost hypnotized by its rhythm. Just as before, after a few breaths, Abbott switched on the Cyclopropane. You could see his fingers gripping the mask, sealing it more tightly to her face. But unlike Gladys, Ursula didn’t go right out. Her eyes stayed open as she breathed in the potent gas. Then as if a switch had been flipped, Ursula’s eyes shut.
“There is always someone who thinks they can fight the gas,” Abbott chuckled, “The gas always wins.”
He lifted the mask to reveal Ursula’s slack-jawed condition then replaced it as he flushed the mask with oxygen. Ursula came too, shaking her head weakly as if to dislodge the mask. Abbott removed the mask and Matron stepped up to the table to assist the befuddled girl. Ursula mumbled something incoherent as Matron guided her toward the chairs. Abbott swabbed out the mask as he smiled at the five of us who were yet to have the gas.
“You’re next,” said Abbott, pointing at a girl named Linda who I didn’t know very well, “It won’t hurt a bit.”
And so it went, without incident I might add, until all that was left was me. The six other girls now occupied the chairs in various states of disorientation, keeping Matron occupied as I stood there watching Abbott get ready to gas me. Something I couldn’t readily identify at the time nagged at the back of my mind. I just knew something bad was going to happen, but I had no idea what…or even why I should feel that way after seeing the other girls go through the process with no ill effects of note. I stood frozen until Abbott’s voice startled me back into focus.
“Come along then,” he said with the same tired smile, “You’ve had quite the show so far. Time for your moment of glory.”
I stepped forward but couldn’t take my eyes off of the gas machine. The closer I got the more sinister it appeared. There was no comfort in the cold metal and black rubber. A faint hissing issued from the mask as Abbott fiddled it around in his hands. After what seemed crossing a great distance I found myself at the operating table.
“What are you waiting for?” I heard Matron snap, “Get it over with!”
“It’ll be alright,” Abbott said, noting my obvious discomfort, “Just a few quick breaths and it will be all over. All you have to do is relax and breathe.”
I summoned up what courage I had left and crawled up onto the table. As I reclined, I couldn’t help but stare again at that horrible gas machine. Then Abbott’s hand was at my chin, gently but firmly turning my face upright. Abbott was staring down at me…and so was Matron! I felt terribly alone in that moment.
“She won’t be any trouble, will you?” she said at me. Abbott raised a brow at this but made no reply.
The mask was in his hand, mere inches above my face. It seemed so much larger than it had before, as though it would engulf my whole face. It seemed as though he were lowering the mask ever so slowly, as if everything were suddenly moving in slow motion. Closer and closer it came…the hollow hissing sound from the depths of the mask grew louder and louder…
I guess I had known I was claustrophobic, but had never made the association with something like surgical anaesthesia. Even as the soft cuff of the mask first made contact, I could feel my breath being sucked away into the machine. I gasped, tried to say something in protest, and drew in my first breath of the gas mixture. Whether or not he started off with the nitrous-oxygen combination or went straight for the Cyclopropane I never knew. The smell was cloying, if nothing else residual from the previous gassings, rubbery and cool. It was an effort to exhale, and then I took in another gulp of gas. Suddenly I couldn’t breathe…
Matron’s arms were across me, holding me down as I began to panic and struggle. I heard her say: “Just put her under…they all get the same treatment!”
There was only the horrible, smothering gas. Even the slightest inspiration brought a jet of gas into my lungs…I fell into whirling darkness with a scream on my lips…


Shadows, part 3
Matron’s Tale

Matron Eleanor Crane was oblivious to the events that were unfolding one floor down from where she was now. She had gone to the supply room to see a parcel that had arrived for the chief of anesthesiology, Dr. Barlow. Her visit was unofficial, but no one would question her presence there or her business.
The parcel had been sent from Paramour Industries, a supplier of a wide variety of medical equipment and accessories. In this case, since it was intended for Dr. Barlow, then it almost certainly had to be anaesthesia sundries. Eleanor quickly opened the cardboard container after giving it a quick shake. Tossing out the paper wadding, she smiled when she saw the selection of brand new anaesthesia masks, sizes 2 through 5. There was also a leaflet that described the new design and its benefits.
“Contoured inflatable cushion,” Eleanor read aloud, “Anti-static black rubber molding…”
Eleanor picked up the size 5 anaesthesia mask, her fingers tracing the gentle curves of the inflated cuff. It was a nice piece of work. Lord only knew how many times had she used masks similar to this one to render patients unconscious, clamping it to their incredulous faces, seeing their eyes widen as the first pungent fumes of ether entered their nostrils. Many had resisted, struggled to be free of the mask’s embrace…
“You’ll just smell a little bit of rubber,” she would tell them, or: “A few quick breaths and you’ll be fast asleep…”
Of course, it took more than a few quick breaths of ether. Thankfully the hospital’s anaesthetists had taken to using nitrous oxide to render the patients senseless before introducing the ether. The inductions were much quieter now, and most of the patients tolerated the nitrous oxide without much fuss. Now a few breaths of almost pure nitrous oxide would put the patient to sleep in only a minute or so. And she had heard of the newest anaesthetic compound to be introduced recently, Cyclopropane.
She recalled the hysterectomy she had undergone two years ago. The anaesthetist had discussed the procedure with her and informed her that they would be using gas to put her sleep. Eleanor had administered gas hundreds of times in her career but had never experienced it firsthand as they made the nurse trainees do now. As a young woman she remembered seeing the ether cones and the patients who struggled so violently, screaming as the ether was dribbled slowly onto the gauze.
She had asked the anaesthetist about an alternative to the ether, or at least some kind of sedative ahead of time.
“Its our policy to give patients some preoperative sedation. And I won’t start you on the ether until after I’ve eased you out with some nitrous oxide.”
She had known about the properties of nitrous oxide. A weak compound, not unpleasant to breathe. It certainly had to be better than the awful ether. The anaesthetist had patted her hand and told her he would take good care of her in surgery the next day.

Rolling down the corridor to the operating theatre, Eleanor remembered the overhead lights passing like bright, square clouds. The two orderlies who attended her chatted away as they passed through the double doors into the induction room. She had been amused at seeing this room from an entirely new perspective. The opiate they had given her earlier added a somewhat psychedelic aspect to the moment. One of the orderlies patted her thigh and winked down at her.
“Here ya go then, love. Have a nice nap…”
A nurse shooed the orderlies then proceeded to tuck Eleanor’s arms tightly under the sheet that covered her. The nurse only looked down at her once, face void of emotion. Eleanor imagined that she was looking up to see her own face staring back. Then the anaesthetist’s face swam into view.
“You are going to be just fine, Eleanor,” he said, smiling, voice warbling in the haze of the sedative.
She heard the squeak of coaster wheels and shifted her head to see the attending nurse pushing the anaesthetic trolley up next to the gurney. Eleanor mused on the machine’s menacing appearance. She had always found the black rubber somewhat intriguing. The smell and feel of it were like nothing she had ever known before. Her eyes followed the lengths of corrugated tubing from their connections at the gas bottles and rebreathing bag. The tubes met at the bulbous, pear-shaped mask where Eleanor now concentrated her gaze. The anaesthetist’s hand went to the controls and turned some knobs. She watched the bobbers in the nitrous oxide and oxygen flowmeters come to life, followed by a faint hissing from the mask. Then he picked up the mask.
“Here we go, Eleanor,” he said, bringing the mask up next to her face.
“No ether…” Eleanor had mumbled; seeking out the vaporizer with her eyes to make sure she hadn’t been tricked.
The looming black shape brought her back, just in time to see it descend over her nose and mouth. The anaesthetist held the mask gently by the tubing, letting it rest on Eleanor’s face rather than grasping it in place. The smell of rubber was almost overwhelming. Eleanor gasped softly at the astonishing odor then took a more relaxed breath. There was a sweet taste, obviously the nitrous oxide, nothing like the cloying ether. A gentle fluttering sound told her the rebreathing bag was in motion as she exhaled. Another breath and she had felt as though she was melting into the gurney. Her hands and feet tingling, Eleanor breathed in deeply, unafraid.
The anaesthetist was saying something, but Eleanor couldn’t make out just what. The sound of her own breathing was a roar in her ears through which she could clearly hear the whish-whoosh of the bag. As all senses faded, Eleanor’s last memory was of the first traces of ether fumes.
She had woken up sick and remained so for another day. The ether may have been an excellent anaesthetic but the side effects were positively awful.

Eleanor held the mask in front of her face. She wondered what the new Cyclopropane was like. She had smelled it in theatre before; a pungent, fruity odor. The patients didn’t seem to mind it. It was quick enough. It usually required just a few breaths before they were out.
She had wanted to try out the anaesthetic machine for a long time now, but professionalism and no little element of fear had dissuaded her so far. Tonight she knew would probably be her best chance for months to come. The staff was at the bare minimum since many were away at a convention. Even if discovered, she would be able to avoid a scandal.
“Number 5 small adult face mask,” she said, drawing the mask closer until she could just smell the rubber, “You and I have a date in theatre tonight…”


Shadows, Part 4

“If you want to get screwed up on gas then go right ahead,” Rosa exclaimed, turning away.
“I’ll need your help,” said Candy sheepishly.
Rosa spun around and gaped at her obviously troubled companion.
“You want me to…to help?”
“I might fall down and hit my head,” Candy smiled, “That cyclopropane is some pretty potent stuff…”
“What do you expect me to do?”
“I’ll lie down on the table and you hold the mask on me until I lose consciousness,” Candy said matter-of-factly, “Simple as that!”
“Simple? You’re crazy!”
“It’ll only take a few seconds. Then we can get out of here, OK?”
Rosa looked at the machine as if it were a snarling dog. She knew Candy would have her way regardless of whether Rosa helped her or not. Rosa didn’t want to see her friend get hurt and it would be over and done with quickly enough. Rosa bit her lip then nodded in acquiescence.
“Great!” whooped Candy. She sprang to the machine’s controls and began fiddling with the flowmeters.
“Lets see,” she said thoughtfully, “I’m pretty sure they keep the cyclopropane/oxygen mixture at around 10%…”
Candy picked up the facemask and held it in front of her face.
“Here goes…”
With a quick motion Candy opened the gas circuit once again. There was a click followed by a faint, steady hissing. After taking a quick sniff, Candy handed the mask to Rosa. She reached slowly for the mask then snatched it out of Candy’s hand. With a giggle, Candy hopped up on the operating table. She winked at Rosa then reclined into position.
“Come on then!” Candy laughed, “Bring on the gas…”

Matron Crane stepped out of the stairwell and almost at once heard voices coming from the surgical theatre. Startled, she dropped the size 5 mask she had been carrying then quickly scooped it up before tiptoeing down the hall. The voices were loud and clear, and soon she recognized them as the voices of Nurses Candy and Rosa. What could they possibly be doing down here at this time of night? Then she looked at the mask in her hand and shuddered. Could it be that Candy and Rosa were doing the very thing she had contemplated doing herself? The fools were liable to kill themselves if they mishandled the cyclopropane. She could just see the headlines: Nurses Blown Up In Anaesthetic Mishap!
She was just outside of theatre now. Candy and Rosa had been arguing, so Matron assumed, over who would get the gas treatment first. Well, Matron was going to see that they got everything they were hoping for and a little extra. Tucking the mask into her apron pocket, Matron Crane casually stood in the doorway.
“Late night, girls?” she said menacingly.
Rosa had been just about to anaesthetize Candy, the mask mere inches from her overly cheerful companion’s face when she heard Matron. She spun around, dropping the hissing mask as Candy sprang up from the operating table.
“My God! Matron Crane!” Rosa almost shrieked.
“Matron…” Candy began.
“This is absolutely outrageous,” Matron growled, “Exactly what do you think you’re doing? Have you lost your minds?”
“We…we were just…” Candy sputtered, standing now.
“You were just about to lose your jobs!” Matron finished for her, “Never in all my years have I witnessed such an idiotic display by two supposedly professional nurses!”
Matron Crane strode into the room, Rosa and Candy backing away from the operating table like scolded dogs. The fruity aroma of the cyclopropane was noticeable now. Matron picked up the hissing mask then quickly shut off the gas machine.
“Cyclopropane is highly flammable. You could quite easily have blown yourselves up. Help me to understand why you are doing this!”
“We…I just wanted to know what the gas was like,” replied Candy, hanging her head in despair, “Rosa just came along to make sure I didn’t hurt myself…it’s not her fault…”
“Is this true, Rosa?”
“Yes, ma’am…I couldn’t just let her do it alone…”
“You’re both fools,” Matron scolded, eyes now turning to the gas machine, “The very least you could have done was come to me about this.”
Candy looked up, astonished at Matron’s statement. She noticed the strange lump in Matron’s apron pocket.
“I never thought you would understand…” Candy said, despair now replaced with moderate confusion.
“I understand more than you give me credit for,” Matron said, moving the gas machine closer to the head of the operating table, “I too have had some questionable thoughts…”
Now Candy was really confused. Rosa stood by, face blank as she was equally confused by what was unfolding.
“I have a feeling that you won’t be satisfied until you had a chance to try the cyclo,” Matron said as she turned the anaesthesia machine back on and flooded the circuit with oxygen, “Come on then…up on the table, Candy…”
The young nurse’s mouth hung open as she assimilated what she had just heard.
“You mean…”
“That’s right. Now up you go.”
Matron tried hard not to smile, the edges of her mouth twitching ever so slightly. The more she thought about the situation, the funnier it seemed. True, they were taking a risk but it was a small one, no more risky than getting poked by a contaminated needle. Again, Matron’s seniority would allay any scandals if they should be discovered.
A smile broke out on Candy’s face while Rosa just stood there with her doe-eyes.
“You’re OK, Matron,” Candy said as she climbed back onto the table.
Matron turned her attention to the gas machine, switching the oxygen to 100%. Candy had once more reclined on the operating table and was watching Matron’s activity with great interest. As the gasbag filled, Matron took the mask in hand and turned back to Candy.
“I’ll give you some oxygen at first to clean your system out.”
Matron applied the mask gently to the young woman’s face, watching for any reaction.
“You know the routine, Candy…deep breaths…”
Candy inspired the pure oxygen with enthusiasm for a minute or so before Matron reached for the gas controls. Candy turned to watch again, mask still in place.
“Just a little cyclo at first…let’s go with 3%…”
The gas circuit crackled as the cyclo joined the oxygen in the gasbag. Candy inspired deeply, her head swimming as the potent cyclopropane rushed to her brain.
“Easy, now…just breathe normally…”
Candy relaxed, wanting the experience to last as long as she could hold out. Matron increased the cylco to 5%, now placing a stethoscope on her fading charge. Her pulse was strong and steady, color good.
“See how far you can count,” Matron instructed, keeping a straight face as her professional demeanor kept her focused.
“Um…1…2…3…”
Candy’s eyes were already beginning to close and she smiled under the mask. This stuff was pretty quick. The rubbery smell of the mask was gradually replaced something akin to the odor of a felt tipped pen…not unpleasant, really, but sharp.
“…4…5…”
Matron turned the cyclo up to 10% now, knowing that only one more breath of the mixture would take Candy under. Sure enough, Candy inhaled, eyes fluttering. The last thing she saw was Matron’s face swirling down into a black hole as her consciousness evaporated. Her head slumped to the side, Matron holding the mask in place for a few more breaths.
“She’s alright, isn’t she?” Rosa muttered.
Matron had almost forgotten she was there.
“Of course she’ll be alright,” Matron withdrew the mask and switched off the gas and oxygen flows, “She’ll come around in a few minutes.”
Just for good measure, Matron applied a blood pressure cuff to Candy’s arm and checked her vital signs once more.
“She’s a healthy girl.”
Candy began to stir after another minute, licking her lips as she mumbled nonsense. She waved her hand in front of her face as if searching for the mask.
“Am I asleep?” she slurred, a trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth.
Rosa stepped up to the table, concern still etched on her face. Then she looked up at Matron.
“I hope you don’t expect me to get up there.”
“Come on down…” Candy tittered, raising her wobbling head to look around.
“No. I wasn’t going to force you into anything, Rosa,” Matron smiled, “I thought it was best that Candy’s curiosity be satisfied rather than have her sneaking around to get her kicks. She’ll know I’m watching now.”
“Wow,” Candy rubbed her eyes as her senses returned, “Nitrous oxide is nothing compared to that cylco. I mean, the nitrous takes a while and you can get a really good buzz, but the cyclo is like a freight train…you’re out before you know it.”
“I’ve never heard it put that way before, Candy, but you’re basically right,” Matron was still in professional mode, “It’s a dramatic improvement over ether or smothering someone out with pure nitrous, but it is still very flammable.”
Candy grinned at Rosa.
“Not bad, eh?”
“I said it before, I’ll say it again: You’re crazy…” Rosa shook her head.
Candy turned to say something to Matron and caught her with her hand in her apron pocket, fondling the lump Candy had noticed before. Matron blushed, then smiled sheepishly. She pulled the brand new size 5 mask out.
“OK, I admit that I was coming down here to, ahem, check the system and see if Dr. Barlow’s new masks fit properly.”
The masks currently in use were egg shaped and made of relatively stiff rubberized material. The new masks were anatomical, more pliable with a thick inflatable cuff. Whereas the old masks had leather clip on harnesses, the new masks had rubber harnesses that attached to a hook ring where the mask attached to the circuit.
“Go ahead,” Candy coaxed, “Try it out. We might as well make the most of this, don’t you think?”
“My god, you are crazy,” Matron said with a grin. And maybe she was a little crazy at that moment too.
She detached the old mask, laying it at the head of the operating table then proceeded to attach the new mask. Candy picked up the old mask and gave it a sniff while Rosa could only look on and wonder what on earth she was doing here.
“This mask smells like an inner tube,” Candy gave it another sniff.
Matron now had the new mask attached and held the it just in front of her face. The smoothly contoured maw of shiny black rubber seemed almost big enough to cover her whole face. A steady wash of oxygen blew into her face.
“C’mon, chicken…” Candy was giggling, still a little drunk from the cyclo.
Closing her eyes, Matron pressed the mask to her face, feeling it seal as the pressure equalized within the circuit. The rush of oxygen was exhilarating and she opened her eyes in brief astonishment.
“She likes it,” Candy tittered on.
Matron withdrew the mask, turning to Candy.
“I think you need this more than I do.”
Matron shoved the mask onto Candy’s grinning visage, grabbing the back of her head to steady her.
“Take a couple of nice, deep breaths…”
“This one smells like an old tire too,” Candy mumbled into the thick rubber. After three breaths of the pure oxygen it was obvious that her head had cleared. She reached up and held the mask herself, Matron helping her to sit up on the table.
“That’s a girl…take it easy…”
After another minute, Matron took the mask away and turned off the machine.
“Now get yourselves in order and get back to your rooms,” Matron said as she straightened up the operating table, “Let’s just keep this between us, ladies…and maybe we can do it again sometime if the opportunity presents itself. I’ll finish up here…now SCOOT!”
Rosa took Candy by the hand and all but dragged her out of the room.
“You should give it a whirl sometime, Rosa,” Candy was saying as they moved out of sight, “You need to loosen up a little…”
Alone now, Matron went to the gas machine and made sure nothing was amiss. She cleaned the old mask and returned it to its drawer. Just before cleaning the new mask, she held it against her face one more time. The rubbery smell tickled at the back of her nose.
“Old tire? Indeed,” she said out loud, wiping the mask clean then putting it back in her apron pocket. She looked back one more time as she switched off the lights and saw only shadows…

What is it that makes a scene on TV, a movie, or in a story become one of your favorites? Setting, wardrobe, method of knockout, reactions, ect.

Debbie had just turned 18, she was going away in a week with her friends,
the first holiday without her parents and her parents were away for this
week so she had the house to herself, another first. Debbie was sensible and
wasn't going to have a party but it was 11am, it was 90 degrees outside and
it was sunbathing weather! Also, Debbie's parents were doctors and she knew
that there was a bottle of chloroform in the house and she always wanted to
find out for real what it felt like to be knocked out by the drug.

She had heard her parents talk about it sometimes and she knew that contrary
to the films, about 20ml of the liquid poured on a hand towel would do the
trick. It was all about lung capacity and after around 20 seconds of
inhaling, she should lose consciousness. If the cloth was removed straight
after passing out, you would be knocked out cold for about 5 minutes. If the
cloth stayed on for a minute, unconscious time would increase to 20 minutes
and if you kept the cloth over your mouth and nose, the drug would evaporate
off the cloth after 3 minutes and you would remain unconscious for about an
hour. Debbie wrote this down and placed her watch on stop watch.

She went outside and placed her beach towel on the decking and the sun tan
lotion on the side. She took off her robe, placed that to one side and
revealed her lithe, athletic body, wearing her favourite skimpy red bikini
with black piping around the top of the bra and panties. Debbie was 5ft 4,
flowing brunette hair and captain of the school soccer team. Although she
didn't have a 6 pack she had a very flat tummy with the smoothest silkiest
skin imaginable. Her legs were shapely and strong but not too overly
muscled. In fairness, if you think of Mila Kunis you'd be pretty much on the
money.

Debbie had taken on a bit of a sleepy fetish almost 18 months ago during the
last game of the season when 45 seconds into the second half, she was
looking to head the ball into the net when the opposition goalkeeper
accidentally punched her head rather than the ball. Debbie was knocked out
cold! She was unconscious even before she hit the floor! She remembered
nothing that happened after warming up before the game as she was quite
concussed from the impact but she remembers that when she came round, the
head coach Karen Kilter or Miss Kilter to the players seemed to be touching
Debbie very tenderly on her thighs and stomach and stroking her head.
Although she felt so woozy, groggy and dazed, she liked it and felt it
arousing. Miss Kilter had become friends with Debbie's parents over the
years and after taking Debs to the hospital for a check out, she drove her
home and helped her to bed and still found a way to stroke her thighs and
tummy. Debbie had split from her boyfriend a month ago as she didn't seem
interested enough in him which was true as Debbie had feelings for Karen.

Karen had just turned 40 and was single and divorced. She looked amazing for
her age, in fact she did not look a day over a very hot 25 year old. As
Soccer head coach, she really kept herself in great condition. 5ft 1 and
very trim. She did have a 6 pack and great toned legs. Long, straight brown
hair, tanned and very fit, sexy and beautiful. Think Sandra Bullock as a 25
year old and again, your on the money. Karen never had lesbian tendencies or
feelings before but when Debbie lay knocked silly on the pitch, her body, so
smooth and fit completely out cold, it really turned her on. She had enjoyed
placing her in the recovery position and had made excuses to message and
touch her legs and tummy to help bring her round. She had a crush on Debbie
and she believed that Debbie also had a crush on her. Debbie's parents had
asked Karen to check in on Debs while they were away and the weather was
glorious and thought that maybe she could sunbathe with Debbie and use their
pool. Who knows what may happen! Karen felt like a giddy schoolgirl! This
would have to be kept secret assuming Debbie wanted Karen.

Debbie did want Karen and day dreamed about what being with her would be
like. Anyway, she could think of that when she dreamt in a moment. Debbie
poured the correct amount of chloroform on the cloth, lay down on her towel
on the decking and placed the cloth over her face and started breathing.
Whoa!! That first breath made her throat tingle, like the first time you try
to inhale a cigarette but stronger. The smell was really pungent and sweet
and nor too unpleasant. She set her stop watch and started to take her third
breath! Her head was swimming and she said out load "wow, I describe it like
being rollercoasted into a black hole" her words sounded funny to her,
muffled, slurred and distant. She could feel herself being plunged into
unconsciousness but she felt so aroused! After a couple more breaths, her
legs which were bent at the knee went limp and slapped down on the towel,
then her hands and fingers which Debbie was using to stroke her own tummy
also went slack and they now lay beside her limp. Debbie had just enough
strength to let out a sigh "Unnghhh" before she was finally knocked out cold
by the fumes. Her body lay motionless and unconscious on the decking, only
her tummy gently rising and falling as she breathed showed any movement. Had
she been able to look at her stopwatch she would have seen 21 seconds to her
KO! She had also forgotten to put tanning oil on. Well she did remember but
it was as she went limp before she passed out. An hour wouldn't be that bad.
The cloth had over 2 minutes of Knock Out drug to dispense, which it duly
did rendering Debbie in a very deep but safe state of unconsciousness.

After barely 5 minutes, the front door bell rang and a key opened the door
and Karen walked in. She was wearing very hot denim daisy duke hotpants and
a lemon yellow bikini bra top. The matching bikini knickers were under the
shorts. She looked hot showing off her tanned legs and tummy. Her breasts
were small but still pert and natural. She called out Debbie's name bur no
answer. Her car was here and the door wasn't double locked, she was probably
outside enjoying the sun. She walked through the lounge and through the
patio doors and found Debbie sunbathing on the decking. It was weird that
her face was covered but maybe she didn't want any sun on her face. "Hello
sun worshipper, how are you?" no response. Karen looked at her tight toned
body and legs and remembered when she was that young and sexy. She knew she
was still hot but Debbie's skin looked so soft and silky. She knelt down to
Debbie's right side and placed her hand on Debbie's tummy "Hey sleepyhead,
wake up!" still no response. Karen could feel that Debbie, although having a
lovely toned tummy, was limp and not the limp of the sleeping. She had seen
and helped enough girls to know that if you hadn't woken up yet and were
still this limp, then you were unconscious. Karen looked around her and
spotted the bottle of chloroform and beneath it, Debbie's notes which Karen
read. She then saw Debbie's stop watch, 8 minutes! In which case, Karen had
50 minutes of time with Debbie in this sexy state of unconsciousness! It was
too much to restrain herself! Karen took the towel off Debbie's face and
found Deb's mouth slightly open, Karen opened an eyelid and Debbie's eyes
had rolled to the top of her head! "Wow Debs!! You are well and truly
knocked out cold this morning!" Karen lifted a forearm and shook it,
completely limp! She let Debbie's hand fall bonelessky on her tummy, Karen
liked the sound of the slap it made. Karen then lifted Debbie's thigh and
shook that. "My god, your legs are as limp as wet spaghetti!" Karen saw the
tanning oil and also felt Debbie's skin and correctly figured out that
Debbie had not applied any. "Tsk Tsk Debbs! You should keep that skin in
better condition!" Karen placed oil on her hands and messages oil gently
over Debbie's face, then moved to her shoulders, arms, neck, tummy and legs.
Karen enjoyed the feel of Debbie's soft skin so much and the feel of a real
sexy rag doll! She felt very aroused! Butterflies in her stomach and a warm
moist feeling between her legs. She wandered what she should do next and
decided to take Debbie's bikini top off which exposed her small but full and
pert breasts to the outside. Karen gently kissed Debbie’s nipples and was
surprised to see those nipples harden. "So even when you are knocked out,
you still feel sexually aroused. Nice touch that" she placed oil on her
breasts and then she gently pulled her bikini knickers down, over her toned
limp thighs and knees and over her feet and placed them to one side. "You
look amazing Debbie and I want you so much! You are all mine for while at
least!" she slowly kissed and caressed every inch of the unconscious Debbie
and reached her mouth and Karen slowly placed her Tongue inside and kissed
Debbie for a few minutes. Karen thought she tasted so sweet! Karen then
decided it was her turn to strip off and oil herself up which she did
quickly as Karen wanted to get back to caressing her sexy rag doll! Soon,
Karen was back kissing and caressing Debbies breasts and tummy and moved
slowly down to Debbies pussy. To Karens further surprise, Debbie was wet
between her thighs and Karen spent some time licking Debbies clit and then
deep inside her. Karen remembered trying to bring Debbie round when she had
been knocked senseless in the soccer match and was convinced that kissing,
licking and stroking a clit and pussy would speed up the recovery of a
knocked out and concussed soccer player! Debbie tasted so sweet and in her
unconscious state obviously enjoyed it because she was so wet. Karen too
felt as hot and aroused as at any time in her life! Debbie let out a very
soft, pleasurable moan and her thighs flexed for a second. Then her arms
moved and she placed her right hand on her tummy and her left hand up to her
head. Karen was surprised bur didn't stop, Debbie was coming round slowly
but surely and by the look and sound of things very pleasurably and she
hoped and prayed that Debbie would be as into this as she was. Karen noted
the stopwatch time, 42 minutes, it should have been at least an hour! She
wondered what had shortened Debbies unconscious time and then she said aloud
"Stimulus! All this stimulus has made her come round quicker" Debbie really
started to stir and felt so much pleasure running through her, she then
remembered that she had knocked herself out so who was helping to revive
her? She could hear a distant voice talking to her telling her to relax and
she would be ok. She felt so warm and aroused and whoever this person was
knew her way around her body. She recognised the voice, it sounded like Miss
Kilter.

Karen noticed Debbies eyes fluttering open and she placed her tongue again
in Debbies mouth and kissed her gently "Wake up sleepy head. You've been out
cold for a while"

Debbie responded "Miss Kilter, what's going on? Your here, how? You feel so
good! I love this, I love you" Debbie seemed to black out a few times but
only for a few seconds and Karen enjoyed watching Debbies big brown eyes
flutter and roll around as she attempted to regain her scrambled senses. The
sun glinted off her toned, oiled body and legs and it further aroused Karen.
She continued to kiss and caress Debbie, helping to bring her round. She
lusted after her smooth, lithe young body and was loving every second of
this experience. Debbie was quickly coming to her senses but still felt very
groggy, woozy and weak but loved the feeling of Karens strong body on hers,
the feeling of her powerful legs and thighs intertwined with hers, this was
a dream coming true for Debbie. She really had a major crush on her coach
and to kiss her, touch her and admire her body up so close and personal was
ecstasy for her. She asked Karen "Miss Kilter, how long was I out cold for?"
Karen replied "please Debbie, call me Katren and by your watch, 42 minutes"
she went down on Debbies pussy to finish the young woman off and bring her
to climax. Debbie responded by saying "You must have brought me round
quicker by arousing me. I have wanted you to take advantage of see since I
got knocked out and concussed 18 months ago! Thank you for applying the
tanning lotion! I forgot to in my little experiment! Oh my! Yes that feels
soo goood! Don't stop...." Karens tongue and hands made Debbie orgasm many
times at once and she was in heaven!

Karen then held Debbie close and wondered what being knocked out and
controlled would feel like. The thought aroused her and she asked Debbie
"Will you chloroform me? I want you to knock me out cold and when I'm
unconscious, I want you to take advantage of me and help bring me round"

Debbie felt so excited, she couldn't wait to see Karens brown eyes roll up
to her head and see her hard, sexy body glisten out cold and limp with her
powerful thighs rendered completely useless after losing consciousness from
the powerful chloroform.

She placed another dose of chloroform to the towel and placed the towel
over Karens mouth and nose.

Karen bucked and recoiled from the initial hit of the noxious fumes but she
soon got used to it and like Debbie enjoyed the swimming sensation and heady
dizziness the drug provided. She couldn't wait to be kissed, caressed and
controlled by Debbie! After a few more breaths, her body fell completely
limp but although almost passed out, Debbie knew that Karen was still
slightly conscious and she took the rag away and Karen spoke quietly and
slurred "I am all yours! Knock me out cold" Debbie replaced the cloth and
within one last deep intake, Karen entered her unconscious oblivion. She let
out a sigh "unhhh" but she was already out cold when the moan left her lips.
Debbie left the cloth on for the full 3 minutes and seeing that Karens pulse
was strong and she was breathing regularly wondered where to start. This was
going to be a great week!......

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