Chloro Club Pt3

By Boomer

In a secluded spot across the street from Athena's, Mike sat on his used Harley, and watched the trio entered his silver haired beauty's house. “They'll find her tied up in the bedroom." He mused. "I Wonder what she'll tell them?” The young college student didn't have very long to wait, when the small group came back out, with his amorous friend clothed in a very short green silk dress that had two long slits up the sides, which revealed her long shapely legs up to her thighs as she walked between the two men. “Hey, her hands are tied behind her.” He noted.

Ivan pushed the remote button, opening the trunk. “We'll put her in there.” He nodded to Zelda, who was walking behind Athena. The tall muscular red head then reached in her purse to withdraw a small solid object. The startled Mike watched the woman swing it in an arc, connecting with the back of Athena's skull.

“UUNNGGHH!!” There was the dull thud of the black jack landing against soft flesh and the loud groan of pain, as the Director's head flew backwards, her legs buckled, and her body sagged. Each of the men grabbed an arm and placed a hand under a thigh to lift the limp figure into the open trunk. After closing the lid on the unconscious silver haired beauty, the trio entered the sedan and drove away.

“Wow, what just happened?” Mike's eyes were wide open. “I'd better follow these people.” He stayed far enough behind so they wouldn't notice him, and trailed the big black sedan into the country side, down a dirt road through the woods, and finally stopping at a large cabin. He hid the bike amongst the thick shrubbery and watched.

Ivan went inside, while the other two opened the trunk. Zelda stood back as Wiley lifted the lid in preparation to pull the woman from the trunk. However, when he bent over to grab one of Athena's arms, she bashed him in the head with the tire iron.

“AARRGGHH!!” The man staggered back, holding his head, and then fell to the ground.

Zelda was stunned for the moment, but quickly recovered to reach in her purse for the automatic pistol she carried. “Hold it right there...” She fumbled at trying to get it out and aimed, as the Director tried desperately to pull herself from the trunk in time to stop her. It looked like a tie, until a burly arm wrapped around Zelda's throat and squeezed the breath from her.

“GGRRRGGGG!” The muscular red head released her hold on the pistol, letting it drop to the ground. Her emerald green eyes bulged wide, and she tried to pull the strong arm away. “C..Can't..breeeethe.” She gasped, as her lungs screamed for more air. Her hands fell loosely towards the ground, and the pert shapely body went limp in Mikes arms. He quickly lifted the unconscious woman and tossed her lifeless body in the trunk.

Ever been on a motorcycle?” He looked at the silver haired beauty, and motioned towards his hidden Harley.

Ivan ran from the cabin, when the motorcycle started up, and spotted the Director's long shapely legs bent backwards as she sat behind Mike on the escaping vehicle. “Dammit..What happened?”

Mike felt the soft breasts rubbing against his back, and was once again stimulated by the older woman's touch. “We're going to the Frat house. I think it'll be safer.” He yelled to Athena. After parking the bike in the rear of the building, the young man led Athena through the back door. “How about something to eat?” He asked, and pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer.

“Why did you break into my house and chloroform me?” Athena asked the young man. “You didn't molest me, nor did you steal anything.”

“Well..We formed a club, and the purpose was to select a woman we liked, make sure she lived alone, and then copy her house key.” Mike tried to explain, but the more he said, the more ridiculous the scheme sounded. “I guess you think it was kinda dumb.”

“You selected me?” The silver haired beauty stared at the young man across the table. “Why?”

“You're the most desirable woman I have ever laid eyes on.” Mike stuttered with embarrassment. “Who were those people who took you?” Mike asked.

“They go back a long ways.” Athena replied as she recalled the first time she met Ivan....


It was her first assignment with the NIA, and it was suppose to be routine. One of the State Senators was suspected of selling his influence to the highest bidder, so the company had their newest agent hack into the Senator's computer to monitor his Emails. Everything appeared routine and above board, until she discovered the communiques were in code. It took several days for the young agent to break the code, and when she did....The routine assignment turned very dangerous. One of the Emails mentioned a secret meeting aboard a yacht in the harbor. It seemed like the Senator was going to solidify a secret deal with someone called Ivan the Terrible. “Obviously a code name.” She thought. Little did she realize at the time that Ivan would turn out to be a continuing menace in her long career.

Athena drove her silent Yamaha to the dock area, parking it behind a large warehouse, and walking to the main pier. The tall shapely agent had long natural black curls that cascaded over her bare shoulders. She wore a skin tight black Lycra swim suit with a vee neckline and a thong style bottom. “There's the yacht.” Her eyes fell on a huge white boat anchored in the middle of the harbor. “I'll have to swim for it.” Her Seal training came in handy, as the beautiful agent slipped into the water, then swam to the side of the big yacht, climbed up the anchor rope, and sneaked along the deck to the lighted cabin. “Looks like the meeting has started.”

“When can I expect delivery?” The Senator asked, and then poured a drink from the crystal decanter.

“I've arranged for the drugs to be at the nursery day after tomorrow.” The big handsome dark haired man with a bushy mustache replied.

Athena's eyes widened when she heard them mention drugs. “This is bigger than I thought.” The young agent removed her cell phone from the gold belt, and dialed her lead agent. “Hello Harry I....” She was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder.

“Hang it up Babe.” A big thug in a grease spattered shirt held a gun to her head. “Toss it overboard.” Athena did as he commanded, but then threw a vicious punch at his groin. “UUNNGG!” He fell to his knees, and then received a punch to the jaw.

“I'd better get out of h..AAGGHHHH!!” her escape was cut short by a wicked blow to her skull, sending a severe pain through her brain, paralyzing the young beauty. Her face stared up at the night sky as her legs turned to rubber, sending the stunned female agent onto her knees, where she remained motionless for a moment, holding her aching head between her hands. “UUUHHHHH!!”

A man stood, holding a wooden peg behind the strickened woman. “And who might ye be, Lassie?” He waited a moment then swung the wooden peg once again, smashing it against Athena's skull. There was a sickening thud, and then the raven haired beauty slumped forward onto the deck, where she slowly stretched out and went limp.

There was no telling how long she was unconscious, but finally the agent stirred. “Oh my head.” Her head lifted off the all weather carpet, but that was all she could move. Her arms were drawn behind her back and rope bound the forearms together, with a rope tightly extended to her ankles. “Dammit..untie me.” She demanded from the white deck shoes that were close to her nose.

“Feisty little critter, aren't we?” A voice commented from above, and then one of the shoes kicked Athenas ribs. “Who are you?” The man asked as the shoes walked away.

“Who wants to know?” She answered defiantly, and then watched the shoes return. A second later there was a hand rubbing her upper arm and then the sharp prick of a needle puncturing her skin. “Owww..what was thaaaa..ooohhhhh.” Her mind started to swim, not permitting her to think for herself.

“Who are you?” A deep voice echoed through the mist that had formed in front of her.

She had no will to resist and found herself telling the voice everything. After telling it that she was alone the questioning ceased, and she smelled the familiar scent of chloroform. “Mmmmpphhhh!” Athena sensed herself moaning into the soft cloth over her mouth, and the mist turned into darkness, then there was nothing.

She was surprised to find herself waking again, but this time she was bound with her wrists together behind her back and her ankles bound together. It was a smaller boat and it was bouncing up and down as it sped forward. The tall man with the mustache was piloting the craft alone. Apparently the man wanted to demonstrate how he earned his nickname..Ivan the Terrible. After a few minutes the boat slowed to a stop. “Here's where we part company, sweetie.” Athena was lifted off the floor of the boat and tossed over the side. When her body hit the cold water her head cleared immediately, as the lead weight passed by and suddenly jerked her downward. “OHHH NOOOO!!”