Gabriella Knight is our Damsel in Distress

Gabriella Knight was waiting for her interview. The office block she had to go to was rather deserted but she only had a few more minutes to wait and then she would be called..she thought






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Staying In and Going Out with Vonka

The sleepy industry can be a very hard thing to break into, but if you’ve got the body, the brains, and the talent, you can make it! This is especially true if veteran Producer and sleepy connoisseur Jacquelyn Velvets takes an interest in you! When Vonka first got the email from Miss Velvets, she thought that it had to be a mistake. There was no way the infamous Knockout Queen herself had taken notice! But when she arrived at the audition site, she found her hero set up and ready to conduct a screen test! Vonka was so excited she could barely contain herself. According to Jacquelyn, they were just going to go through a few routine “KO acts” to make sure that she had the acting chops to pull it off. 

Anyone who knows Jacquelyn Velvets, though, knows that she is a demanding director with a thirst for authenticity. 

As soon as the first rag slides over Vonka’s face, the ingenue realizes that she’s in trouble...that’s REAL CHLOROFORM! She wakes relatively quickly, but she’s so desperate for this opportunity. Jacquelyn calmly informs her that all of today’s audition knockouts will be real, and Vonka hesitantly agrees to this wrinkle. Again and again, Jacquelyn tests her new talent. Hopefully, Vonka will last long enough to make it to the silver screen. If not, Miss Velvets can just add her to the pile of rejects laying in the basement.

This movie contains chloroform KO, black jack KO, sleepy spray KO, neck chop KO, sleepy spray KO, sleepy kissing, eye checks, rag dolling, limp limb manipulation

Date Night - Starring Jacquelyn Velvets and James Barbatus

Jacquelyn and James have had a very relaxing time at their impromptu beach vacation, but both of them are beginning to grow a bit antsy for some kind of excitement. James has spent the last couple of hours looking up nightclubs and shows, but there just doesn’t seem to be much going on nearby tonight. Jacquelyn, true to form, has devised a much more sensual set of evening plans.

When James steps into the bedroom to check up on her, he finds that she has been holding out on him! She has managed to secret away a small amount of chloroform (their favorite aphrodisiac) for just such an occasion. He’s thrilled that they have any left. The last time they discussed it, she told him that they had run out, and that it was next to impossible to get more. It’s a wonderful, sexy surprise!

As Jacquelyn pleads with James to knock her out, he makes a quick decision; if there’s only a tiny bit of the chloroform left, he may as well take full advantage of it this time. They’ve never really discussed going to the “next level” while she’s under, but he’s sure she’ll enjoy it thoroughly. He teases her with the saturated cloth for a few moments before putting her fully under, and then treats himself to luxuriously cradle carrying his limp love around the bedroom.

Once he places her on the bed, though, James dispenses with all of his normal teasing. He strips her, gropes her, and finally positions himself to take everything he wants before she wakes. Completely defenseless against his will, Jacquelyn opens herself to him without resistance. When she finally does start to come to, she finds herself more turned on than ever before.






This 12 minute clip features chloroform knockouts, eyerolling, cradle carry, nudity, and simulated sex. 

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Long time since I've prowled these halls. 

How's everyone doing?

Catwoman has just about had it! Every single time she homes in on a big score, SOME flavor of nocturnal rodent shows up to steal her tantalizing prize! She’s not gonna take it anymore, and she has just the thing to make sure she’s ready for any breed of bat that might interfere next time! 


At last month’s Villain Expo, she picked up a LexCorp Virtual Reality Crime Proficiency Enhancer. According to the brochure, it’s guaranteed to do...something! The instructions were in Japanese, and Catwoman didn’t have the time to piece them all together. She definitely saw the word “guarantee,” though. She thinks. 


When she puts on the headset, she’s transported to an incredibly realistic crime planning simulator, where she can load up a perfect copy of any of Gotham’s intrusive heroes! Of course, Catwoman wastes no time in pulling up Batgirl. She has a score to settle with that nosey little flying rat! Not content to simply defeat Batgirl, Catwoman beats her mercilessly and electrocutes the life out of her. But a few minutes later, Cats realizes that the program has a few limitations....to really make sure that she’s ready to face the actual Batgirl, the LexCorp program won’t let the purple-clad punk stay dead! 


Time and again, Catwoman engages a new scenario in the Virtual Reality environment only to have Batgirl, resurrected and fully healed, show up to annoy her. One thing’s for sure...the real life Batgirl better watch out, because by the end of the night, Cats is going to have all the experience she needs to present a real threat!


This movie contains face punching, belly punching, taser KOs, strangulation KOs, crowbar KO, drool, frozen doll, bondage




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Lacy May Cuffed & Gagged

The two friends, Lacy May and Siobhan Graves are getting into a bit of a verbal confrontation. One of them has just bought a new magazine yet the other has immediately begun reading it. hardly fair!






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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...