The Big Sleep Pt 1

By Boomer

The Big Sleep

Paula entered her apartment with no idea that anything was wrong. She first took off those damnable high heel pumps, then untied the bun and shook her head to loosen her long wavy dark hair, which fell over her shoulders. “I need something to drink.” It had been an especially hard day with the caseload growing leaps and bounds and no end in sight. It was painful to look at the TV screen as the news appeared, showing her on the courthouse steps trying to explain why that murderous fiend was let go.

The gorgeous Assistant D.A. tossed her suit coat over the back of the couch on her way to the bedroom. However, there was a surprise awaiting the young lady, as a cold damp cloth was pressed over her nose and mouth. “OOOHMMMPPHH!” Suddenly a pungent, sickly sweet aroma stung her nostrils “MMBBLLMMMNOOOMMMM” She shook her head violently, and for a moment slipped away from the foul smelling piece of cloth, but the attacker quickly readjusted it to cover her mouth. “MMMNNNMM”
Screaming a protest, Paula sucked in a dose of the sickly sweet pungent odor that passed her nostrils to enter her lungs.

“No use in struggling, B****, you’re gonna get what’s comin’ to ya!” The familiar voice rang in her ears.

“Have to get free of this monster.” Even though she felt weak all over, the increased adrenalin from the panic she was experiencing, gave the young lawyer enough energy to wriggle free from the man’s grasp. She whirled around to face the attacker. “LET GO!” Paula yelled, feeling a little dizzy, as she twisted her arm in an effort to slip away.

“Oh no you don’t.” He pulled the smaller female towards him, and thrust the still damp rag into her face. She pounded his head with her other fist, but she was too weak now to be effective. “You’re a feisty B***** ain’t ya?”

“MMMPPHH..AHHHCCHH!” Thrashing her head and body back and forth caused the big man to loosen his grip, allowing Paula to fall backwards, free for a moment. However, he forced her against the wall, where he once again thrust the rag into her face. “UUHHMMMMM!” She was sensing a ringing in her ears, and she could no longer think clearly, so the young lawyer was operating on instinct and fear.

“Just relax and breathe deep.” He whispered, fondling her left rear cheek as he pressed her head against the wall. “Come to me baby.” The man backed away, pulling Paula with him, and her lithe body bent backwards, while he kept pushing the rag hard over her mouth.

“This can’t be happening.” Her hands slapped uselessly at his chest, until they lost all strength, and then flopped loosely at her sides. “Uhhhh..what’s he goin…uhhhh” Her body slumped backwards over the arm wrapped around her waist, and her legs were like strands of rubber. She knew the fight was over, as her eyes sank back in her head, and everything went black.

Bruno Duncan had been charged with rape and murder of a young girl, but the Judge had ordered him released, because of a faulty search warrant. He was now out for revenge against this beautiful young woman, who had threatened to end his life. His eyes glared down at the moaning victim, helpless within his arms, and pulled her limp form against his surly body. “You are nice. I’m gonna enjoy this.” He patted the back of her head as it leaned onto his chest. Then lifting the unconscious lawyer, he tossed the slender limp body over his shoulder, carried her to the bed, and then uncurled her onto the mattress. He then unzipped the gray skirt to pull it down over the curvaceous legs covered in flesh colored panty hose. “Somehow she’s much more attractive now, than she was in court.” Moving his hands from her inner thigh, down along her legs, and then fondling her dainty feet, his labido became so stimulated he forgot about restraining his victim.

Paula slowly awoke to feel the man’s mouth on her toes, and jerked them away abruptly. “What are you doing?” She bounded from the bed with Bruno hot on her heels. “HELLPP!! SOMEBODY HEMMLLPPMM!!” A large hairy hand clamped over her mouth as she was tackled to the floor. “UUNNFFMMMMM!!” The two bodies were locked together, rolling around on the carpet, with Paula desperately trying to escape the man’s grip.

“Keep fighting, this is fun.” Bruno held his hand tightly over the woman’s mouth and then began to press against her nostrils. His other arm was wrapped under her breasts, squeezing as hard as he could. “You won’t last much longer.”

Paula was having a difficult time breathing, and then her eyes bulged in a panic, when she realized the man had cut off her air completely. “He’s going to smother me to death.” She wriggled within his strong grasp, and her stocking covered legs thrashed wildly in the air. “Have to get free.” Then with one last hope, she plunged both thumbs into the brutes eyes.

“AARRGGHH!!” Bruno immediately released Paula to grab at his eyes. “I can’t see.” He tried to grab at something to help him stand, while the young lawyer fled to the kitchen for one of her iron pots.

However, when Paula returned she was greeted by a wicked punch to her mid-section. “UUNNFFFF!” Her legs buckled as she bent over at the waist gasping with pain. Then she fell to her knees, still holding the pot in her right hand.

“You won’t need this.” Bruno wrested the pot away from Paula, who was in no condition to protest. He went around to the front of the wheezing victim, and watched with glee as her eyes looked up, pleading with him not to hit her. Of course he paid no attention, bringing the heavy pot down on her head. “That should do the trick.” He laughed at the lawyer, who remained paralyzed for a moment, until her big blue eyes rolled around, and she toppled over like a fallen oak. Once again Paula was laid on the mattress, where the big man removed her satin blouse, as well as her bra. He then took a few moments to fondle those prized mounds, before beginning to tie her for the trip. Her legs dangled over the end of the bed, as Bruno slipped the rope over her delicate ankles, and pulled them together tightly.

“Ooohh.” Paula groaned slightly. She raised her hand to the spot that hurt on her head, moaning some more.

“Id better make certain she’s out for good.” The big man went over to his bag to retrieve the bottle of chloroform, then poured some of it onto a small towel, saturating the cloth with the powerful knock out solution. He returned to the bed, where Paula was about to rise up to a sitting position. “No, no, I can’t have that.” He approached the recovering woman to place the cloth over her face, but she pushed his hand away, lifted her bound ankles, and kicked Bruno in the stomach, knocking the man backwards, to fall over a small foot stool, and land on his back.

Paula staggered off the bed and with her blurry vision weaved back and forth towards the door that kept moving around. “Sooo..dizzy..I..c..can’t make it.” Her legs turned to jelly, causing the beautiful lawyer to sag to her knees, and then slump forward onto the carpet, where she lay trying to gather enough strength to move.

Bruno recovered to stand over the young woman, dressed only in her flesh colored panty hose, moving her hands as if she were swimming. “Now, let’s get back to bed.” He bent over to lift the struggling body off the carpet, and then dragged her across the floor with her head thrashing from side to side in an effort to protest. Bruno laid her onto the mattress face down with her knees still on the floor. He then pushed her legs on the bed, rolling her over onto her side. Picking up the towel, the big brute poured some more chloroform, and returned to the dazed female. “Just be thankful this ain’t the big sleep.”

Paula’s hazy vision caught sight of the cloth coming towards her, but was unable to prevent it from covering her mouth. She felt a stinging sensation in her nose, and smelled the sweet aroma, as her body became warm all over. There were random thoughts racing through her mind, but she had no idea what they were, and then the dark blanket of unconsciousness overwhelmed her. Would she ever wake up?
TBC

The Big Sleep Part 2

Paula lay in the back of the van behind the seat, with her legs bent, and bound at the ankles, while her wrists were tied behind her back, and a gag was stuffed in her mouth. “Uhhhh..I seem to be moving.” She listened to the gravel crunching under the wheels, as she was jostled by the occasional bump. “We’re not on the highway.” Then the vehicle’s tires slid on the loose stones, and came to a stop. She lay there for an eternity, before the creep opened the door. The well tanned face was covered in a three day stubble as Bruno peered down at the helpless woman, still half naked wearing only the flesh colored panty hose.

“You’re awake. Welcome to your new home.” He leaned in to lift Paula from the van, and cradle carried her to the rustic front porch, which had a sliding swing and a wicker chair with a foot stool. Laying her onto the swing, he unlocked the door, shoved it open, and then picked up the young lawyer to take her inside. It was dark, so he stumbled over something in the middle of the room, dropping the woman, and falling on top of her. “Uuuff, sorry about that.” Bruno quickly got to his feet, and lit an oil lamp on one of the tables.

“MMMMBBLLMM!!” Paula yelled some sort of protest at the brute, but he paid no attention. Looking around the room, she thought it to be well appointed for a rustic log cabin, somewhere in the woods. “Does he live here alone?” She wondered before her ears picked up a car approaching.

Bruno left her to go outside to talk to the new arrival. However, he came back alone, and carrying a small towel. “I need to put you to sleep.” His big frame approached the much smaller female victim, who was pushing against the braided rug with her stocking feet, trying to scoot away from the man. “That won’t do no good.” Placing his hand on the thigh of her bent leg, he stopped her movement, and then bent over to push the towel against her face. “Breathe deep. This ain’t gonna hurt a bit.”

Paula’s big blue eyes bulged wide in a panic, as she tried desperately to twist away from the sickly sweet smell. “NNMMMDDNNMM!” She tried holding her breath, but that lasted for only a moment, until feeling the pungent fumes entering her nostrils. Her lungs filled with the pungent fumes, and she became warm and tingly all over. Perhaps it was her imagination, but suddenly her wrist ropes seem to loosen, so she pulled them apart, and slapped Bruno hard on both ears.

“AAGGHH!” His hand fell from her face, as he writhed with pain on the floor beside her.

“I guess he’s better at killing, than tying.” She quickly undid her ankles, but felt the room begin to spin, as she stood. “I have to get out of here.” She felt his hand trying to grab one of her ankles, and kicked at him. Not seeing what she hit, the dazed Paula staggered towards the door, flung it open to breathe a lungful of cool fresh air. “Ahhhhh.” Her blurry vision fell on a shadowy figure walking towards her. “Sargent Vincent? How did you know I was here?” She was puzzled as the man removed his Billy club. “What are you…UNNGGGG!” The club came down hard on her head, sending the stunned lawyer to her knees. “Don..unnershtan..uhhhh.” She remained motionless for a long moment.

“Sorry honey, but you give me no choice.” He swung the club once more, as Bruno came to the open door. “You let a small woman beat you?” The Sargent said to the big man, as he watched Paula sink to the wooden porch. “Grab her legs.” The policeman lifted the unconscious woman under her arms, while Bruno picked up her legs, and the two big men carried the Assistant D.A. inside the cabin.

“She got loose somehow, and surprised me.” Bruno tried to explain.

“Well, now she’s seen me, so it’ll have to be the big sleep for her.” Sargent Vincent had somehow become involved with this rapist and murderer, and it was now necessary to eliminate the Assistant D.A., but why?

Sargent Vincent was tying the lawyer to one of the plush beds, when the phone rang. “Hello. Yes, Bruno brought the D.A. here, and I’m just now tying her down.” He listened to the voice on he other end for several minutes, and then hung up the receiver.

“Who was that on the phone?” Bruno entered the room, his eyes ogling the half naked beauty lying on the bed with her legs spread apart and her ankles attached to the bedposts with hemp. “She’s waking up again.” He went to the bedside, where his hand roamed up and down the well toned thigh.

“Here, finish the job, and this time don’t let her loose.” Tossing Bruno the brown rope, the Sargent adjusted his uniform and donned his hat.

“Where’re you going?” Bruno sat watching Paula’s eyes flutter, and then moved his hand to one of her nicely rounded breasts.

“It seems this woman wrote a report on her findings, and the Boss wants it found and destroyed.” Vincent hurried from the room, and in a few moments his car’s tires were heard spinning on the loose gravel, as he sped away. Bruno was relieved that he was once again alone with his conquest, and forgetting that Vincent had not secured the woman’s wrists to the posts, he began fondling both firm breasts with his hands.

Paula’s head ached all over, while her eyelids felt so heavy that it seemed impossible to open them. “That creep is massaging my chest.” It felt repulsive for those big burly hands to be touching her, but she kept calm, realizing she could move her arms, but not her legs. “How can I get rid of him?” She wondered.

“I’d better make sure you stay asleep. Can’t have you runnin’ around the place.” Bruno went over to a small cabinet, and searched all through the drawers. “No chloroform. I got some in the van.” He then exited the room to retrieve the drug. “Don’t go away, I’ll be right back.” He said in jest, thinking Paula was still out of it pretty much.

Later that night, Sargent Vincent drove up to Paula’s apartment building, and saw a squad car parked outside. “They’ve missed her already.” Checking the computerized duty roster for the car number assignments, he discovered that officer’s Brenda Williams and Betty Waterman were the ones inside the apartment. “The Bobsey twins.” A name the unit had ascribed to the two blond officer’s, who were the only female team in the city. ahe noticed that they were responding to a disturbance call. Apparently one of the ADA's neighbors heard the commotion Bruno caused and called the police.

Betty was busy searching the apartment for any possible clues that would tell them what happened, while Brenda was downstairs taking fingerprints from the front door. Sargent Vincent entered through the rear basement door, and went to the first floor, where he saw one of the blonds concentrating on obtaining fingerprints. Drawing his taser weapon, he fired. “AAARRGGHHH!!” The police woman went into spasms when the probes hit her. Her arms flew into the air, and she fell backwards against the wall, sliding slowly down until her legs sprawled out in front of her. Her eyes were wide open as the Sargent approached, but he knew she couldn’t see anything. Her body continued to shake for a few moments, and then the cute little police woman slumped to the side, falling unconscious. His next target was Betty.

Officer Betty was diligently searching the Assistant D.A.’s apartment, and didn’t hear the front door open, until a shadow appeared on the wall next to her. Whirling around, and drawing her pistol, she came face to face with Sargent Vincent. “Vinnie, what are you doing here?”

“I need to find something special that the D.A. is suppose to have.” He approached the blond police woman, took off his hat, and grabbed her around the waist. “Come here.” The two police officer’s became enmeshed in a passionate embrace, as their lips pressed against one another. The Sargent’s hand groped the woman’s finely sculpted breast as she rubbed against him.

After a few lost moments, Betty broke loose. “What if Brenda were to walk in and find us like that?” She quickly rearranged her uniform.

“Don’t worry about her. She’ll wake up later with a severe headache.” He then searched around to find a laptop computer, turned it on and discovered its contents weren’t even password protected. “She must have that report in her office.” The big man took out a small bottle, soaked his handkerchief with the contents, and then walked over to the police woman. “

She felt his arm wrap around her waist to give an intimate squeeze. She then saw the cloth come around her head as he gently pressed it over her nose and mouth. They had done this several times before, so when she breathed in the sweet smelling vapors, Betty’s mind filled with sexual fantasies of her and Vinnie in bed together. “MMMMMM” She moaned into the cloth with ecstacy and not protest as she drifted off into dreamland.

He laid the unconscious police woman onto the rug, and started to leave, when the door opened behind him. It was Brenda, stumbling threw the door, holding her head and groaning. “Betty, are you alright.” Vinnie managed to get behind the woman, and prepare his handkerchief. When the policewoman saw her partner lying on the floor, she became instantly alerted to someone else being present, but it was too late.

“MMNNNBBLLMMM!!” Brenda felt the rough burly arm grab her, pulling her back against a big muscular body. She reached up in an attempt to prevent the cloth from being thrust over her mouth, but she merely felt the back of a large hairy hand, then managed to screamed a muffled protest into the cloth.

Vinnie knew this was not going to be the same as his previous pleasant experience with Betty, his lover. Brenda fought like a wildcat pulling, twisting, kicking, and screaming into the cloth. Her antics turned him on, sexually arousing him, as he squeezed against the struggling body. He lifted her off the floor, allowing her legs to thrash wildly in the air, but he knew all her exerted efforts were causing the woman to breathe harder, inhaling large amounts of the knock out fumes. Soon the sexy police woman’s legs collapsed downward, and dangled slightly off the floor. Her arms fell loosely to her sides, and Vinnie felt the slender sultry young captive slump limply within his grip. When he released the cloth from the beautiful face, her head fell forward, sagging back and forth, as he lowered the unconscious body to the floor. Luckily his cell phone had waited until now to ring. “Hello.” He answered.

“She’s gone.” The voice on the other end declared.

“What do you mean she’s gone.” Vinnie replied, not quite sure what Bruno meant.

“I went to get some chloroform from the van to keep her unconscious, and when I came back to the room, she wasn’t there.” The man was in a panic. He had waited to make the dreaded announcement, knowing that Vinnie would not be happy.

Vinnie knew he couldn’t let the Asst D.A. get away, because she had seen him. “I’ll send some men to help in the search.” This was bad. “Hello, we’ve got a bit of a problem.” He made a call to his mysterious boss, and was instructed once again to find the report. The woman would be found he was promised.

Paula stumbled through the woods, dazed and confused. Her only thought was to escape from that horrible man, not realizing she could have merely used the phone to call for help. “Where am I?” Her half naked body was freezing, even though it was not really cold outside. “I have to find help.” The underbrush tore at the sheer pantyhose, as it scraped against her legs, and the world around her began to spin. She fell to her knees, crying and then collapsed forward onto the dry leaves, where she sank into the darkness that overwhelmed her mind.

TBC

The Big Sleep Part 3

Paula had no idea how long she’d been out, and when her eyes scanned the room, she discovered the richly decorated walls and plush furniture. “Where am I?” She eased off the bed, by pulling back the ornate silk quilt, and satin sheet that covered her naked body. At the foot were a set of lace lingerie, and a red velvet robe. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.” She said out loud to herself.

“No ma’am, you’re in the guest bedroom at Bedford Manor. “ An elderly woman entered, wearing a white uniform. “Jonathan and the dogs found you lying unconscious in the woods.” She laid a set of new towels on the bed, and motioned towards the bathroom. “Please avail yourself of the tub or shower, and then come downstairs.” She headed for the door and turned before leaving. “By the way, my name is Phyllis.” The door then closed behind her.

“My name is……?” Paula thought silently. “Oh my gosh, I don’t know my name.

Meanwhile, Betty and Brenda, the Bobsey twins, had reported back to headquarters, and were given the rest of the day off, so Betty left her partner to meet Sargent Vincent at the Fandango, a local entertainment club and restaurant. “I’ve ordered the ribs for you, hope you don’t mind.” Vinnie poured her a glass of the chardonnay.

“No, that’s fine.” She sat across the small table, and sipped the wine. “Everything went okay. The Chief took our report without saying a lot.” Her hand flagged down the waiter. “Can I have a cup of coffee?” Turning to Vinnie she asked. “What’s the entertainment tonight?”

“Some small group called the Memory Band. They play old ballads.” He then took a big swig of the wine. “I need to ask you to search that D.A.’s office computer.”

“I’ll ask the Captain to send me over there tomorrow.” She replied, not expecting Vinnie’s response.

“No, you have to go tonight. That B**** has escaped, and might go back there to get the report herself.” He was very nervous. “The Boss isn’t happy about the whole affair, and you know what that means.” He then made room for the dinner plate to be set in front of him. “I’ll drive you over there after we eat.”

Bruno had followed the trail of disturbed underbrush to the spot where Paula had fallen, and watched the tall well-dressed man with three dogs discover the unconscious woman. There was little he could do as the man telephoned someone for help, and within minutes a Land Rover appeared, loaded the woman into the back and drove away. “Perhaps this guy will lead me to where they’ve taken the D.A.” Bruno followed the man and his dogs back to the huge beachfront mansion. “Wow, look at this place.” Watching from outside the tall iron fence, the burly criminal noticed the activity surrounding the parked Land Rover. Two large men exited the front doors to then carry the limp body inside the Mansion. “I guess they’ll call the police.” Thinking he would be in deep trouble now, he decided to remain to see what happened next.

Unaware that Bruno was lurking outside the Mansion, Paula walked into the bathroom that was as large as her whole apartment. “Who lives like this?” She thought, and turned on the shower. The warm broad stream of water felt calming and almost reassuring as it flowed along her well-tanned skin, over her large well formed breasts and splashed at her feet. Using the large soft sponge, she lathered all over, before rinsing off thoroughly. It was amazing how soft towels could be, she thought, while taking forever to dry her body. After donning the bra and panties, the young lawyer stepped out onto the balcony to watch the magnificent full moon rise above the dark ocean horizon, and then become smaller as it rose higher in the sky. She never noticed the prying eyes staring at her from the other side of the estate fence.

“There she is.” Bruno’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets. “I have to get her back.” He then climbed the iron fence and skillfully maneuvered across the wide-open space to a spot under the second floor balcony.

In the meantime, Betty and Vinnie had finished their meal, skipped the entertainment, and parked in the public garage of the Courthouse office building. “I’ll wait here for you.” Vinnie declared, as he sent Betty on her mission. Since it was after dark, the place was mostly deserted, but no one questioned her presence, as she went straight to the fifth floor, walked down the hall to the D.A.’s office, and began to pick the lock.

Inside the office a pair of eyes saw the silhouette on the frosted glass door panel. “Someone’s coming in here.” The woman intruder thought, and moved to a dark hidden space behind a row of cabinets. “It must be the Assistant D.A.” The figure surmised as Betty opened the door, turned on the light, and headed for the inside office door marked ‘Paula Willow, Assistant District Attorney’

When Betty opened the door, she felt a slight prick to the side of her neck; “Ouch” Her hand slapped the spot, since she thought it to be some sort of insect bite. “This isn’t the season for mosquitoes.” Upon entering the office, her head started to feel a bit woozy, and she reached for the desktop to steady herself. “I hope those ribs were okay.” Her first thought was that she had a touch of food poisoning, as her legs became weak. The dazed police woman reached for the wooden swivel chair behind the desk, but inadvertently pushed it away from her, causing her body to slide down to the floor and rest on one knee. Her hands remained holding onto the desktop, as she tried to push herself up, but there was no longer any strength in her arms, so Betty fell the rest o the way to the floor, where she lay moaning. “What’s happening?” Her eyes caught sight of two boots walking towards her. “It’s just a dream, there’s no one else here.” She thought, while lying there with her head turned sideways. A white cloth appeared from above, and pressed against her mouth with part of it draped loosely over her nose. “CHLOROFORM!!” Her mind screamed in panic. “Someone’s going to chloroform me.” Normally she would have thought it a pleasure to be chloroformed, since Vinnie had done it to her several times. However, this was different. She had no will to resist. There was nothing she could do, but inhale the fumes, which slowly entered her lungs and attacked her brain. She was totally helpless, and soon Betty’s eyes rolled back, her breathing became deep and regular, and her body went completely limp.

Vinnie sat in the car waiting, completely oblivious to the scene taking place five floors above him. “That report must be here. If it gets into the wrong hands, we’re all in trouble.” While he sat pondering his fate, an ambulance drove next to the elevator, and two men dressed in white wheeled a gurney inside. “Wonder what happened? Probably one of the old judges had a heart attack.” A few moments later the elevator opened and the two men wheeled a patient out to the ambulance, where he was then slid into the back. They were followed by a figure in black. Definitely a woman he conjectured, as he scanned the person clad in a skin tight latex cat suit. “Wow, wouldn’t mind meeting her.” He watched the female climb into the red Mazzeratti, and lead the ambulance out of the garage.

Back at the Mansion, Paula had finished the magnificent dinner of steak, shrimp, caviar, and wine. Her host, an elderly gray haired man dressed in a satin evening jacket, had interrogated her, but was very polite. She was then bade good evening, and allowed to return to the Mansion’s guest room. “This is all very strange.” She thought, entering the huge room. “Who am I, and why am I here?” She wondered, walking across the plush carpet to the fantastic antique chair that sat in front of the wall mounted TV screen. “Perhaps I’ll catch the news before going to sleep.

“Assistant District Attorney Paula Willow is still missing, and the police have no clues to her abductors as yet.” The words shouted from the screen, while her picture was being shown.

“THAT’S ME!" Paula cried out in surprise, and then...."MMPPHHNNNN” A hand clamped a wet rag over her mouth. “NOOMMMMMM!!” She grabbed for the man’s hand, but it wouldn’t budge, and she sensed there was a strangely familiar odor emanating from that damp rag. The fumes stung her nostrils, as well as her lungs. “What is this?” She squirmed in the chair, and her legs flailed wildly in the air.

“WHO ARE YOU?” A female voice shouted from behind Bruno, causing the startled man to abruptly turn and face the intruder. Phyllis stood in the middle of the large room, staring at the strange scene. When she saw the grimy big man turn in her direction, her first instinct was to run.

“STOP!” Bruno released the cloth from Paula’s face, and ran after the fleeing maid, tackling her around the ankles, making her topple forward, hitting her head against the closed door. Bruno lay there for a brief moment, thinking he had lost control of the situation, which was confirmed when his eyes caught sight of Paula jumping out of the seat. She stood for a moment teetering back and forth, and then placed the palm of her hand over her forehead, just before collapsing onto the soft carpet.

Phyllis was stunned for only a second, when she yanked her ankle from Bruno’s grip, and attempted to stand. “HELMMMMPPPMMM!!” A damp rag pressed against her mouth, preventing the maid from anymore shouting. Then a strong hairy arm wrapped around her mid-section just below her breasts, and began to squeeze. Poor Phyllis had no choice but to inhale the strange noxious odor coming from the rag. Her head started spinning, as her arms slapped uselessly at the man’s hand. She sat on the rug with Bruno behind her, and it took only a few minutes for the maid to succumb to the overwhelming effect of the knock out fumes. He released his latest victim, allowing her to slump sideways onto the carpet.

“I can’t take anymore surprises.” He thought, just before seeing Paula trying to stand again. “Oh no.” Racing to her side the big man sent a hard karate chop to the nape of Paula’s neck. Every muscle in the woman’s body tensed, her head sagged backwards, as her eyes rolled back. She then slowly fell forwards, hitting the plush carpet face first, and her whole body went limp. Looking down at the woman, Bruno wondered how he would get her out of the Mansion. At that moment he heard the huge iron gates swing open, and he peered out the French doors to see an ambulance enter the grounds. “I wonder who’s sick?”

TBC

The Big Sleep Part IV


It was six months ago, that the Billionaire financier, Ronald Bedford discovered the newly elected Attorney General had established a secret team to investigate his illegal corporate take-overs. If successful, the investigation could cost him hundreds of millions as well as jail time for him and many of his top executives. He also learned that their leading investigator was a woman, Terry Williams, who had covertly gained access to the Bedford Corporations inner circle of management. Apparently, the woman was very talented at seducing bored executives, and by doing so, had amassed a very damaging report that named names, dates, places, bribes, and where some of the bodies were buried, literally. It was imperative that she be eliminated, so he contacted his special inside Police contact to perform the task.

Sargent Vincent knew just the man to do the job, a small two time loser named Bruno Savatino. He met the small heavy set felon at Carmine's Restaurant, and after explaining the situation to Bruno, the Sarge showed him a folder containing all the details.

Bruno browsed through the folder that showed a picture of the gorgeous red head with the figure of a fashion model. It also contained her address and a diagram of the condo’s interior. “I can’t believe this woman is some kind of secret agent.” Bruno put the folder back on the table.

“Believe it.” Replied Sargent Vincent. “If you don’t do this, I’ll make sure you get life for the drug bust. You're already a two time loser, so one more conviction and bye bye Bruno for life." The Sargent laughed.

“You know that’s a phony charge. I’ve been very careful lately, because I know one more major conviction, and I’m gone for good.” Bruno was half talking to himself.

“You best remember that. We want that report, so you break into the woman’s home to make it look like a burglary gone bad, and then off her.” Vinnie was very convincing. “Then we arrest you, so the suspicion of any wrong doing doesn’t fall back on the Boss. Then you get off on a technicality, because we were too zealous in doing our job. Then you disappear.”

“As long as the disappearance isn’t Chicago style.” Bruno rose from the table, and left the seedy restaurant by the back door.

Several nights later, Bruno, an experienced break-in burglar, disabled Terry’s alarm system to climb through a rear window into the dining room. “If she holds true to schedule, the woman will be here shortly.” A half hour later there was the sound of a key in the lock.

“Are you sure I can’t talk you into a cup of coffee?” The female voice was deep and sultry, and very inviting.

“Sorry Terry, I have an early Court date, and have to prepare an opening statement.” The couple kissed, and the woman entered the condo alone. After turning on the lights, she slumped back in the recliner and turned on the TV with the remote. Her hands ran up and down those long curvy legs, before rolling down the sheer dark nylons.

Bruno nearly forgot his purpose while watching the strip show. “It’ll be a shame not to take advantage of this.” He continued his vigil with eyes opened wide.

She clicked to the Weather Channel, and then stood to pull the tight knit top over her head, to reveal two very large firm round breasts held even firmer by the tiny support bra. She shook her head throwing the long red curls back and forth, and then used her hand to flip them behind her soft curved shoulders. “It’s going to rain tomorrow.” Her low sultry tone mentioned as her hand undid the snap to her short skirt. When it dropped to the floor, Terry started to step over it, but felt a sharp sting in her right breast. “Ohh..what’s thaaaa.” Looking down at her breast, Terry noticed a small object. "A tran...darrr..uhhh." Her raised foot slowly moved forward and twisted slightly as it hit the edge of the skirt, sending the beautiful red head sprawling onto the carpet. “UUFFFFF!” She lay unmoving for a moment, but then pushed up with her hands.

Bruno walked over to the prone woman and bent over. “We’re gonna have some fun, Babe.” He turned her over to drag the struggling red head into the bedroom. Her arms flailed about loosely, as she tried to protest, but the drug had weakened her too much. Her eyes filled with the helplessness she felt. “Just relax, the tranquilizer won’t knock you out, but you won’t be able to fight me.” He took pleasure in removing the bra and panties, after laying the unprotesting beauty on the bed.

Her large hazel eyes followed Bruno closely, as he removed his clothes. “I can’t let this happen.” Terry’s mind tried hard to fight the debilitating effects of the drug, but it was an uphill struggle. “I will kill this S.O.B.” She felt his body slide into the bed next to hers, and then recoiled from his hands touching her breasts. Bruno violated the red haired beauty several times, and then fell asleep next to her. "Ohhhh...this..can't..beee happening."

When Bruno finally stirred, he felt very satisfied, until his eyes caught sight of the woman sitting in the chair next to the bed, holding an old 45 automatic. He jumped to a sitting position. “Hold on there. I was only doing what I was ordered. I had no choice.”

“This is my father’s old side arm.” She carelessly spun the weapon on her finger, underestimating her opponent. Suddenly the man leaped off the bed, charging into her, and toppling the chair backwards. For a brief moment they both lay on the floor, uncertain of their next move. Bruno reached out for the gun, which was lying on the floor, but the woman’s foot kicked it half way across the room. “No you don’t.” Terry rose to her feet and swung her fist at Bruno, knocking him backwards. She then went for the pistol, but the big man grabbed her ankle , causing the beautiful agent to fall forward onto her large breasts.

“You’re a tough one, but I’m tougher.” Bruno boasted, pulling her leg to drag the woman’s body closer. “UNNGGHH!” The other foot smashed him in the face. “That’s enough.” He got to his feet and grabbed her hair, pulling her head against his chest, and then wrapped his arm around her neck.

“AARRGGHHH!” Terry gasped for air as the man’s arm squeezed her windpipe. “C..CAN’T…B..BREATHE” She managed to twist slightly within his grasp, and threw her elbow into his ribs, making the man release his hold as he backed away. “Cough..cough..wwaaaa.” Struggling to regain her breath, she lost track of her attacker, until there was a blow to the base of her neck. “UUNNNNN!” Her arms flopped to her sides as those long legs buckled. She slowly slid to the floor, stunned but not out. Laying there on her back, Terry saw a large dark object coming towards her, and wasn’t sure what it was until the cushion completely covered her face, cutting off her air supply.

Bruno straddled the woman’s mid-section as he pressed the cushion over the beautiful face. Her hands grabbed the edges of the large pad, trying to pull it off. Her legs peddled back and forth like she was riding a stationery bike, and soon the heaving of her huge breasts slowed. The backs of her hands flopped onto the floor, and her heels slid slowly outward. It was over. He looked down at the woman's beatiful face with a weird expression and her eyes wide open. "What a shame." He thought, and then searched in vain for the report she was supposed to have.

Police Chief Barrows ran the murder investigation personally, and Bruno was arrested shortly afterwards.

Later, Assistant D.A. Paula Willow was assigned to prosecute the case, and had access to Terry Williams’ house, office, documents and records, so Bedford believed she had found the report, because during the arraignment of the murder suspect, she had alluded to a secret motive for the crime. However, the judge threw out the case, because the police hadn't read the suspect his rights, and then coerced a confession from him before the young Assistant D.A. revealed the thief's motive.

Unknown to Billionaire Bedford, the Chief had heard rumors of the report, and was moving hell and earth to find it for his own devious purposes.

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Back at the present time, Bruno stood over the fallen Paula, and watched an ambulance enter the estate, followed by a red Mazeratti. A lithe female figure in the black skintight outfit leaped from the sport car and ran inside the Mansion. “Is the Boss in his study?” Not waiting for an answer from the tall well dressed man standing in the foyer, the woman known to all as Ivory threw open the door to a large room lit by a single lamp.

An elderly man sat behind a massive hand carved teakwood desk, talking on the telephone. “Good evening Ivory, don’t you ever knock?” He greeted his intruder, and then told the person on the other end of the phone to call back later. After hanging up the receiver, Ronald Bedford went to the young lady to kiss her gently on the cheek. “I hope that grin is a sign that you found the report.”

“Better than that, I brought you the woman, who wrote it.” Ivory went over to a cabinet, removed a glass, used a pair of tongs to clink two ice cubes into it, and then poured some Southern Comfort Whiskey over them. She then turned to see the man’s scowling face. “What’s the matter, I thought you’d be pleased Uncle.”

“I don’t know which person you brought me, but it most certainly is not Assistant District Attorney, Paula Willow, because she’s upstairs in the guest bedroom.” He walked around the large desk to sit back in the ornate leather swivel chair. “I managed to recapture Ms. Willow after another of my bungling idiots lost her.” His finger pointed directly at Ivory’s long thin seductive nose as Mr. Bedford made his demand. “Now go back and get me that report.”

Ivory gulped the rest of the Whiskey, scurried out of the room, down the hall, and out the front door, to find the ambulance empty. “Jeffers, where’d they take the woman?” She yelled to the tall well dressed man standing in the open doorway.

“I directed them to the infirmary ma’am.” He then stood to the side, allowing the headstrong young woman to storm past him.

Meanwhile Bruno had stared down at the beauty in the cat suit, following her into the front door, and then spotted a familiar site being lifted out of the ambulance. "Officer Betty..Good heavens, why is she here?"

Paula struggled to rise onto her elbows, and started to scream. HELLLMMMMMMMM!”

Bruno's burly hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off the scream. “Don’t make a sound, or I’ll be forced to hurt you. Understand?” She nodded her head, but her eyes looked behind the man. “What’re you lookin’ at?” When Bruno turned his head, the heavy back of a metal face mirror hit him. His hand released Paula, and he fell sideways, stunned for a moment. “The Maid. I forgot about the Maid.” He reached up to block the second blow, and then grabbed the woman’s arm, twisting it behind her.

While Bruno was busy with the Maid, Paula decided to make her escape, and went out onto the balcony. There was a large trellis just below the platform, so she climbed over the rail to make her way down to the ground. “There’s a car over there.” As usual, Ivory had left the keys in the ignition, and when Paula climbed behind the wheel, she turned on the engine, spun the Mazeratti’s wheels, and headed for the gate. “Honk!”

“That woman is really something.” The guard dropped his magazine, and tripped the lever opening the large iron gates, but when the red sport car whizzed past his window, the man thought Ivory looked different. “Hey, she wasn’t wearing any clothes.”

The combination of a blow to her neck, and the cool air blowing against her face, brought the Assistant D.A.’s memory flowing back. “I need to get to my office.”

TBC

The Big Sleep Part5

Paula sped along the coastal road towards Metro City’s downtown area. “I think I have enough information now, to wrap up this situation. It’s obvious that the Bedford Corporation has been involved in criminal activities, other than the corporate fraud, and that includes murder." Her mind spun furiously as the young Assistant D.A. neared the office building, where the secret report was hidden. “It seems that Poe was right when he wrote that the best hiding place is in plain sight.” Parking the Mazeratti, the young woman raced over to the elevator, and pushed the button for the fifth floor.

Vinnie’s eyes nearly popped out, when he saw the lawyer jump from the little red sport car, and run to the elevator. “What’s she doing here?” He quickly followed the half naked woman, taking the elevator, when the car returned. “I bet she’s going for that damned report.” The Sergeant thought. However, he wasn’t aware of the magic transformation-taking place on the fifth floor.

Paula stepped from the elevator and stood on the gray carpet that led down the hallway towards the D.A.’s office. She then spun in place, causing a flash of light to engulf her entire body, transforming the attractive medium height woman attired in white lace bra and panties into a tall raven haired gorgeous Amazon, wearing a strapless maroon top trimmed in gold that barely covered her nipples. Her blue thong bottom was decorated with white stars, and had a narrow gold belt, with high heel red boots, which nearly went to her knees, and served to enhance her stature as she strutted down the hall.

Meanwhile Ivory left the Bedford estate driving a black BMW sedan with the ambulance screaming behind her. “That woman better not damage my new car.” She steamed at the thought of someone else driving her Mazeratti. It only took a few minutes for the tall Justice building to come into her view.

Vinnie followed the woman into the hallway, and noticed a light shinning from the D.A’s office. “I don’t want her to see me, before I find where she’s hidden that report.” He crept down the hall to peek in through the half opened door. She must be in that other office.”

Inside the Assistant DA's office, the Amazon Princess of Justice was opening a desk drawer to extract a woman’s purse. She reached inside it and pulled out a tube that appeared to be a lipstick. “It’s still here.” She sighed with relief.

Sergeant Vincent couldn’t believe his eyes. “Who the hell is that woman?” He pressed his back against the wall next to the doorway, removed a stun gun from his belt and waited.

Ivory drove into the garage, and spotted the Mazeratti. "I was right, she's here." The beautiful red haired assasin went immediately to the elevator, not waiting for the ambulance. “That woman has gone back to the D.A.’s office. That stupid report must be there.”

Upstairs on the fifth floor, Wunder Gal placed the small flash drive in her belt, as she started to leave. “Now to go back to Bedford Estates and arrest the old man for conspiracy to murder, and various other crimes against Society.” She didn’t notice Vinnie crouched against the wall, holding the stun gun, but she quickly felt his presence. “OOWWWW!!” Her hand flew up to the spot where a sharp electric charge stung her, and then spun around to see who was there. Her heel caught in the carpet, sending the Amazon crashing against the wall. “UNNNN!”

It appeared to Vinnie that the stun gun had little effect on this amazing looking woman, so he tried to apply it once more. However the Amazon Princess recovered her balance, grabbed his arm, twisted it, and removed the weapon from his grasp. “YYEEOOWW!” The Sargent was surprised by the Amazon's strength and agility.

“OK Sergeant Vincent, let’s see how you like this little toy.” Pinning one arm behind his back, she shoved his face against the wall, aand then placed the stun gun at the base of his neck, but before she could pull the trigger, there was a stinging sensation in her back. “OOWWWW!! That hurts.” Turning around, Wunder Gal came face to face with a tall slender red head in a black latex cat suit. “What did you do?”

“Apparently not enough.” Ivory responded with amazement at the lack of effect her taser had on the beautiful raven haired Amazon. “Who are you?” She asked, taking out a tranquilizer pistol, and firing it in the direction of Wunder Gal, who adroitly knocked the dart to the side with one of her bracelets. Suddenly the red head found the woman in the funny costume standing behind her. “How di..WHOOA!” She was flung across the room, slamming against the desk, and collapsing onto the rug, where she lay unmoving.

“Ouch!” Wunder Gal felt a prick to the back of her leg, and peering down, she saw a hand holding a syringe that protruded from her soft skin. “Ohhhh” She stumbled forward onto one knee. “What did you give me?” Her head began to spin and she felt very weak.

“It’s a special formula I developed.” Replied the man in white, holding the syringe. “You’ll be paralyzed, unable to do anything to prevent me from tying you up.” He laughed at the beautiful Amazon, who was desperately trying to move. The ambulance attendants had reached the D, A,'s office with the gurney carrying Betty's unconscious body, and decided to take down this magnificent looking female stranger in the skimpy costume.

“It won’t work.” Wunder Gal struggled to her feet, as her mind began to clear. “See, I’m already recovering.” Just as her strength began to return, a wet gauze pad was thrust over her mouth. “MMNNOMMNOTPPHH!” She gasped with surprise, inhaling a large amount of the familiar sickly sweet fumes that stung her nostrils, and filled her lungs. “CHLOROFORM!!” Her mind screamed in terror. “The only thing my system can’t resist.”

“Good work Fred.” The first man said, stunned by the Amazons quick recovery from his injection. “Who is this woman?” He grabbed her wrists, so she couldn’t yank the gause pad away. “She’s really strong.” It was all the man could do to hold onto the fighting Amazon Princess of Justice. “Don’t let that pad slip away from her nose.”

Wunder Gal tried to wrench her head violently from side to side, but the big man behind her held the cloth tightly over her lovely face. “Can’t let these creeps defeat me so easily.” She felt her strength waning, as her thoughts became confused.

“It’s working Carl, I can feel her body relaxing.” The man kept the pad in place while he held her tightly against his body with his other arm. “She sure is a beauty. What’ll we do with her?”

Carl stared into the beautiful blue eyes, and watched the pupils glaze over as they slid back in the Heroine’s head. Her eyelids fluttered a few times and then very slowly closed. “She’s gone.” He lifted one of her eyelids to make certain the woman wasn’t faking. “Put her over my shoulder.”

Fred released the pad from the gorgeous face, then allowed the limp body to sag forward over his partners waiting shoulder. “My place is only a few blocks away, so take her there, and we’ll have some fun." He then took Betty from the gurney, placing the unconscious policewoman on the leather couch.

Carl patted Wunder Gal’s firm round rear cheek, and then placed her unconscious limp body onto the gurney, where she was securely strapped down. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He headed for the Ambulance.

Meanwhile the other three began to recover. “Ohhh..where’s that woman?” Ivory was the first to recover, placing her hand against her forehead, and then struggled to stand up. She looked over at Betty, who was beginning to stir.

“Wha happened?” The policewoman was unaware of ever leaving the office, so she didn’t understand Vinnie’s remark, when he spotted her lying on the floor.

“Betty, where have you been?” Sergeant Vincent peered across the rug at his girl friend, and then his head began to clear. “Where’d that woman in the costume go? She has the report on a flash drive. I saw her put it in her belt.” Vinnie got to his feet.

Ivory looked at the man in white, standing in the hall. “What do you know about that woman?”

Fred responded nervously. “She ran past me and then just disappeared.”

Less than a mile away the ambulance driven by Carl, drove slowly into an alley behind a large apartment building. He opened the back, unstrapped the sleeping Wunder Gal, covered her with a white sheet, and tossed her over his shoulder. When the elevator doors parted, an old man exited, and walked past Carl. “Hey whadya have there, a dead body?” The man laughed as he continued out the door into the alley.

It was a fairly large apartment that Carl entered with his beautiful burden slung over his shoulder. He went to the smaller of the two bedrooms, where he threw the limp body onto the double bed. “I’ll have to get back to the D.A.’s office, so it’ll be necessary to make sure you can’t get away. He started to wrap a rope around the woman’s booted ankles, when she began to moan. “Uh oh, I can’t let you wake up.” Quickly the intern went to the medicine cabinet, grabbed a brown bottle and poured most of its contents onto a washcloth.

“Where..am..I?” Wunder Gal’s head moved back and forth on the pillow. Her eyelids were so heavy she could only flutter them in an attempt to focus on the surroundings. Then there was the noise of someone entering the room. “Who’s there?” Rising onto her elbows, she managed to open her eyes to get a blurry vision of a man walking towards her.

“Heavens, she’s nearly awake.” Carl moved to the side of the bed and poised the wet washcloth just above the woman’s face.

“OH NO!” Wunder Gal caught a whiff of the sickly sweet smell and saw the yellow rag coming towards her. “Not again.” Her hands flew up to block the washcloth, but she was still too weak to be effective.

Carl pushed harder, forcing the rag over the woman’s nose and mouth. “Don’t fight it, you can’t win.” Carl boasted.

Wunder Gal knew he was right, as the fumes entered her system. “Sooo weak, I have no resistance.” Her face tried to move away from the cloth, but the man’s other hand took hold of her black tresses to steady her head, so it wouldn’t move. “Have to hold my breath.” She knew it was a useless gesture at this point, but something had to be done to avoid going under.

“Come on Lady, stop resisting it.” He plopped down on top of her stomach.

“WWUUUFFFF!!” A huge amount of the vile vapors were sucked past her nostrils, and into her lungs. The Amazon quickly realized it was over, as darkness overwhelmed her senses. “Uuuhhhhhhh” There was a long deep sigh and then silence.

Carl fastened the rag over her face, and then finished hog-tying her. “Don’t go away. Fred and I will be right back.” He then drove the ambulance back to the office building.

TBC