A Weekend With a Superheroine

By Boomer

Prelude-

Obsessed

“Here she comes.” As Mike watched the brunette round the corner and head for his bench, his imagination went into high gear. "What if I waited for just the right moment and then sprang into action. I'd wrap my arm around her slim waist, lift the tiny woman off the ground, while clamping a chloroform soaked pad over her mouth, stifling any protest."

He then imagined the woman's reaction.“MMFFFFHHHH!” She would yell into the wet cloth, inhaling the powerful fumes that rushed past her nostrils, filling her lungs, and then numbing her brain. Those shapely legs would flail wildly in the air, kicking off her black high heels shoes, and revealing two dainty stocking covered feet, while her hands struggled in vain to remove the pad from her face.

“Keep fighting. I love it when you fight.” Mike imagined whispering into her ear, and dragging the beautiful victim into the bushes, so no one could witness his conquest. Holding her tight against his body, he could then feel her every move, and became stimulated.

“MMMmmmmm.” The woman's yells turned to mere whimpers. Her hands flopped to her sides, and her legs dangled loosely towards the ground.

“That's it, breathe deep.” Mike felt the woman go limp in his arms and he slowly lowered her onto the grass. As his mind came back to reality, he watched the cute little woman walk past and continue along the sidewalk until disappearing around the corner. “Maybe someday I'll get the nerve to do it for real.” Mike dreamed of chloroforming almost every woman he saw. It was an obsession. He couldn't help himself.

“You did it again, didn't you?” Pete sat on the bench next to him and opened his lunch bag. “When are you actually going to do it.” His friend said in a taunting tone.

“Ah shut up and eat your peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” Mike saw another woman approaching, and undressed her, seeing nothing but a black bra and panties. Her bare feet were walking on their toes, enhancing the shape of her long legs.

“Give it up pal.” Pete nudged his buddy. “I say we do it for real, both of us.”

“I dunno Pete, it's a big step from daydreaming to reality.” He spotted a tall shapely woman with long curly black hair, and big round breasts that bounced as she walked. “Wow, get a load at that one.”

“Yeah, she's perfect. C'mon.” Pete tossed his lunch bag in the trash can and grabbed Mike's arm.

“Hey, whadya doin'?” Mike protested, but followed along.

“Jus' keep quiet and let's follow her.” Pete was watching the woman swagger along the side walk, occasionally stopping in front of a store window. “I know who she is. That's Bart's secretary.”

Later that same evening, Pete and Mike waited in the company's parking lot for the tall raven haired beauty to appear. “Look, there she is.” Pete pointed to the rear exit.

Mike turned his head to see a vision of loveliness strolling across the lot towards her vehicle. She wore a black dress that had thin straps over her broad round shoulders, and a short pleated flared skirt. Her black high heels clicked on the pavement with every movement of her sensuous hips. His mind slipped into the daydream mode, imagining sneaking unnoticed behind the tall dark beauty, and clamping a damp cloth over her mouth.

“WHAAMMPPHHHH!!” Her body bent backwards as Mike dragged the tall woman towards the van. “MMMMNOOO.” She broke loose from her attacker, and turned to face him, but Mike was quick to cover her face once again with the cloth, forcing her down onto the hood of the car. “MMMPPHHH!” She continued to yell, while trying to yank the cloth away. Her angry eyes stared at Mike, and her knee rose between his legs.

“No, no, that's not nice.” He closed his legs, pinching her knee between them. “Just go to sleep.”

Suddenly Mike's reverie was interrupted as Pete turned on the engine. “OK, let's follow her.” The van jerked and Mike realized he had been dreaming again. They wound through town, being careful not to get too close, and finally ended up at a secluded two story brick house overlooking the Red River. “That's it, buddy.” Pete exited the van to get a better look, and within a few minutes returned to declare that she was living alone. “We'll get the stuff and come back Friday night.”

Friday Evening-

They finished up their work for the week. “Hurry up Mike, we want to get there before she does.” Pete hopped in the van, turned on the engine, and as soon as Mike climbed onto the passenger seat, sped away towards Margo's house. He parked the van off the road in the woods, and the two of them crept around to the rear entrance. “Uh oh, there's a security sticker on the window. We'll have to go with plan B.” He pushed Mike back to the van to wait for the woman. They didn't have long to wait, as the cream colored BMW convertible pulled into the driveway, and the tall dark haired beauty got out, walked onto the porch and started to unlock the door. “Go now.” Pete shoved his pal out of the vehicle, urging him to race up behind the unsuspecting woman.

Margo opened the door, and entered, but just before closing it, Mike shoved the partially open door against the surprised woman, knocking her backwards over the ottoman to land on the floor. “UUNNFFFF!” She then scrambled to regain her footing, but the young man produced a canister, and sprayed a fine mist into her face. “UUGGHHHH!”

Pete followed his buddy into the house, grabbed the stunned Margo, and thrust a damp rag into her face. “Breathe this.” Pete declared, expecting the woman to be mostly helpless from the pepper spray, but was startled, when she tossed him over her shoulder, and then ran into another room. Both men stood there, stunned by her actions, until confronted by another even more gorgeous woman in a shinny blue skin tight leotard trimmed in gold suddenly appearing in the open doorway.

“What are you two trying to do?” The tall blond with a figure that stretched the flexible leotard to its limit in all the right places grabbed Pete by the throat and lifted him in the air. “You tried to chloroform Margo. Why?” She stared into Pete's eyes, which were bulging from lack of oxygen. “Never mind.” Blue Angel tossed the struggling man across the room, and started to turn towards Mike, when a sharp pain suddenly surged from the back of her skull. “AAGGGHHHH!!” She groaned and slowly turned to see Mike holding a black jack. Her vision blurred as she staggered backwards holding her head. “NOOOOO!” Then her left leg collapsed, sending the heroine falling to the floor.

“You shouldn't have hurt my friend.” Mike placed the black jack in his back pocket and picked up the damp rag still soaked with the powerful anesthetic. Feeling the adrenaline rise, he straddled the gorgeous creature, who was trying to recover from his wicked blow, and forced the rag onto her mouth.

“NOMMMSTOPMMMM!” Her hands reached up to make an ineffective attempt at keeping the rag away, and at the same time she held her breath. However, Mike kneed her in the stomach, causing the struggling beauty to gasp for air, inhaling enough of the fumes to incapacitate the heroine. “UUHMMMMMM” Her eyes took on the look of resignation, since Blue Angel had been chloroformed enough times to know when she was going under. It was only a matter of time. "Can't fight it....uuhhhhhh,"

Mike held the rag in place as the beautiful victim tried to move her head from side to side. “Give it up, lady. You know your finished, so just breathe deep.”

She knew the man was right. These two creeps had beaten her. "How..did..thisss..happp?"

He watched the beautiful deep blue eyes glaze over, roll back and then close. Her struggling legs relaxed and slowly stretched out behind, while her arms flopped onto the rug. Her nicely formed round breasts heaved a long sigh and then rose and fell to a regular rhythm. “She's out. I DID IT!” He stood to look down at his conquest. “I really did it.”

Friday Night-

Pete recovered from his crash against the wall and stood next to Mike, looking down at the beautiful, and very vulnerable Superheroine, who laid at their feet. “I'll get the stuff from the van. Keep an eye on her.” He then left.

Mike reached under the woman's arms to lift the limp body off the carpet and then dragged her over to one of the stuffed chairs. “You're heavier than you look.” As he posed the unconscious beauty in the chair, she twitched, and then her eyes began to flicker. “Uh oh, she's coming to.” The panicky young man looked around to see the cloth lying nearby, so he quickly grabbed it to press the chloroform over Blue Angel's mouth. Unfortunately, the chloroform had mostly evaporated, and the weak vapors merely stimulated the heroine to awaken.

“Oh no you don't.” She pushed Mike away and then shoved him against the wall. “What are you trying to do?” How did you know where to find me?” Her paranoia made Blue Angel assume the two men were after her and not Margo. She then removed the lasso of truth from her belt to wrap around Mike's shoulders. “This will make you tell me the OUCH!” A sharp pain struck her neck, and she felt some fluid being pumped into her vein. “WHA....?” Her whole body instantly became warm, as she stumbled backwards into Pete, who was still holding the syringe against her neck. “Wha..did..youuuuhhhhhhh.” Her legs lost their ability to hold her up, causing the stunned beauty to slowly slump towards the floor, where she then lay sprawled out like a puddle of water. “soooo..weak..I..uhhhhh.” Her whole body went limp.

The two young men lifted her onto the chair, where they posed her in a normal seated position. “Whadya want to do with her?” Pete asked, while brushing the blond curls from her face.

“Are you in here, Blue Angel?” A cute petite woman in a gray tight fitting body suit entered the room. “Oh, I didn't realize you had company. Perhaps I should wait back in the cavern?” She quickly retreated without realizing her friends predicament.

“Do you know who that was?” Mike looked at the astonished Pete.

“That was Bat Broad.” He replied. “Where'd she come from?”

“She said something about the cavern. I'll go see if I can find it.” Mike went out to follow the other heroine, leaving Pete to attend to their captive Blue Angel. “I think she went down the hallway towards the kitchen.” Before reaching the back of the house, Mike saw what appeared to be a loose panel in the wall. “It's a secret door.” Sliding it to the side, he saw a stairway leading down into the darkness. “She must have gone this way.” He then carefully soaked a cloth with some fresh chloroform before proceeding any further. “This is even more exciting than my fantasies.” Upon reaching the bottom step, a panel automatically slid open revealing a large open cavern filled with electronic monitoring devices, and computers. There was also a motorboat, a motorcycle, and a sleek sport car. Scanning the large room, Mike spotted Bat Broad seated at one of the computers with her back towards him, so he crept up behind her.

“Who were those men in your den?” The heroine asked without turning around. “I didn't want to interrupt, but I have something very important to discusMMMFFFPPHH!!” Her comment was stifled by the chloroform soaked rag thrust over her mouth, and the sheer surprise caused the costumed heroine to inhale a lethal dose of the drug.

Mike found himself unsatisfied with the chair between him and the struggling superheroine, so he tried to wrench her body out of the seat. Unfortunately, that gave Bat Broad a chance to break his grip, but she had already taken in too much of the chemical, so staggered drunkenly around the cavern. Her blurred vision saw the man approach with the white cloth in his hand, and tried in vain to block him from stuffing the rag onto her face, but once again found herself inhaling some of the pungent deadly vapors. “Breathe deep.” He whispered into her ear, as his body rubbed against hers.

Bat Broad's mind was confused as to what was happening. She was in a safe haven, and Blue Angel was upstairs, so why was she in such danger. Everything began to spin around her, and her shapely petite figure started to relax, feeling the man press their bodies together. “Neeed..tooo..sleeeep..ohhhhh..helllp..meeee.” She felt her consciousness slowly slip away, and her mind fell into the approaching darkness.

“I'm getting' good at this.” Mike thought as he let the limp Bat Broad's body slip down his leg to the ground. He then found some rope to bind the unconscious heroine, and securely tied her wrists and ankles together. “I'll need to get one of the dust masks to keep you quiet.” Leaving Bat Broad lying on the stony floor, unconscious and bound hand and foot, Mike hurried upstairs.

He was about to find a surprise waiting for him, as Blue Angel had recovered more quickly than expected, and was standing over Pete, who was now lying on the floor, cowering beneath the valiant heroine. “I don't know what you injected me with, but you should get your money back. It never put me out completely.” She bent down to grab Pete by the neck, just as Mike re-entered the room.

“What the heck?” Mike ran across the room, rammed the heroine's rear end, sending her tumbling over the floor. He quickly took the black jack and swung it hard against Blue Angel's head, as she struggled to get up.

“UUNNGGHH!!” Seeing nothing but a sudden flash of light, and feeling a searing pain shoot through her brain, the Superheroine was instantly immobilized. “Wha..happened?” After a moment of being paralyzed by the pain, the stunned heroine slowly fell forward onto all fours, where she remained, while trying to clear her head. “OOHHHMMMFFFFF!” A damp rag crossed her face and was pressed hard against her mouth. “NNOOO..NOT AGAIN!” Realizing that one of the men had taken advantage of her plight, Blue Angel tried to shake loose of the chloroform soaked rag, and finally was able to roll over, escaping her attackers grasp.

“Oh no you don't.” Mike said as he tried to reapply the rag. “WHOOAA!” He suddenly found himself being flung sideways, and caught sight of the tall beautiful blond figure getting up off the floor. “I'm in trouble now.”

Blue Angel took in a deep breath from her exertion of energy, and inadvertently inhaled a massive dose of the chloroform fumes that had been left on her face. “UUHHHHHHH!” She staggered a few steps and then collapsed to her knees, where she held her head between her hands, trying to clear out the dizziness.

“You've been exercising too much, so why don't you relax and go to sleep.” The familiar voice of Mike rang in her ears, as the chloroform once again invaded her nostrils, filled her lungs, and dulled her senses. Both hands fell loosely to her sides, while her whole body went limp, supported merely by Mikes grip on the beautiful head.

Saturday-

Even though it was morning and the sun was already high in the sky, Blue Angel awoke to darkness. Her hands were bound together, stretched above her bowed head, and secured to a metal pole that her back leaned against. Sitting on the cold stony floor, with her legs bound together at the thighs, below the knees, and at the ankles, she felt chilled, and then realized her only clothes were her flesh colored pantyhose. It was difficult to raise her head up, so for the moment it stayed lowered with her chin resting just above her noticeable cleavage. “Ohhh..where am I” Her mind wandered for a bit, but soon the clicking of the electronic gear, and the many familiar pilot lights of red, yellow and green, gave her the answer. “It's the cavern...but how?” Her thoughts were interrupted by a moan that came out of the darkness.

“Uuuuhhhh...what..happened?” The moan and voice belonged to her long time friend and crime fighting colleague, Bat Broad. “Is there someone in here?”

“It's me, Blue Angel. What are you doing here?” The puzzled heroine asked.

“I came over to tell you about the Baron, and someone grabbed me and knocked me out.” Bat Broad slowly became aware of her condition, and rolled across the hard floor towards her friend's voice.

“Two young creeps surprised me, and knocked me out too.” Blue Angel continued. “I guess they got what they wanted and left us here.” She squirmed, trying to loosen her ropes, but without her power belt could make no headway. “If you can back up to the pole, perhaps you can free my wrists.”

Within a few moments Bat Broad had untied her colleagues wrist restraints, which allowed Blue Angel to then unfurl the ropes around her thighs, knees, and ankles. “Quick, untie me.” Bat Broad pleaded. After that was accomplished, the two heroines stood up. “Let's put some light on the situation.”

“Great idea.” A voice spoke from across the cavern, just as the lights came on. “You got free quicker than we expected, right Mike.” Pete sat in one of the swivel chairs, while his pal sat on one of the tables.

“Sure did. You gals are good.” Mike held a small object in his hand.

“What is it you two want?” Blue Angel inquired, as she slowly moved towards the men.

“We want you.” Mike raised the tranquilizer pistol and fired, hitting the heroine in her left breast.

“Ouch” Blue Angel was completely caught off guard, as the small projectile punctured her skin. She stopped, looked down at her breast, and then her head tilted backwards, as her legs bent, sending the shapely figure descending in slow motion towards the floor.

Bat Broad quickly sprang into action, and raced at Mike, who was now entranced at the sight of Blue Angel, naked except for her panty hose, slowly spinning as she fell, causing her long curvy legs to cross. It seemed like an eternity before the heroine collapsed onto the cold hard stone floor, lying sprawled on her side. “You'll pay for that.” Bat Broad had almost reached Mike, but was tripped up by Pete.

“Where do you think you're going?” Pete watched the stunned heroine fall face forward onto her large well padded breasts. “Here, let me give you a hand.” He bent over, as the woman tried to get back on her feet, and placed his stun gun behind her right ear.

“AARRRHHHHH!!” Bat Broad let out an ear piercing scream, when the electric charge entered her neck. “UUNNNNNNN” She lay on the floor, stunned, dazed, confused, completely disoriented and at the mercy of Pete, who wrapped his arm under those magnificent boobs to lift the petite figure off the ground. “Uuuhhh..noooo..please..let me go.” In her weakened state, Bat Broad could do nothing to prevent the deadly cloth from covering her mouth, and she no longer had any will to fight off the fumes that seeped into her nostrils.

Pete felt the woman's breasts heaving uncontrollably, as they inhaled the unwanted vapors. “That's it, just relax and breathe deep.” Bat Broad wanted so much to resist, but it was too late, and she hung helplessly in Pete's strong arm with her feet dangling off the floor. It didn't take long for her to succumb to the fumes, and then Pete flung the limp rag doll into a chair.

Mike was surprised at how stimulated he felt watching his victim heroine trying desperately to crawl away from the danger, but unable to do anything but weakly move her hands along the stone floor, until finally the tranquilizer prevailed, sending the helpless Blue Angel into dreamland.

While each of the men were busy with their individual conquests, they hadn't noticed the arrival of a new guest. “What is going on here.” A voice emanated from the interior entrance to the cavern, and both men looked up from their captives to see a vision of loveliness like nothing they had ever seen before. She was tall with long auburn hair tresses that draped over her shoulders, and she wore a green dress that had a deep cut vee neck that curved over her broad round firm breasts, barely covering her nipples. The vee converged just above the wide gold belt, which circled her slender waist, while the hem of her flared, pleated skirt just covered the gold thong panties beneath it, and two long curvy legs completed the picture of the ideal woman. “My name is Emerald, and who might you be?” The long shapely legs covered in black mesh stockings took a few steps into the cavern, towards the two young men. “How did two creeps like you defeat my friends so easily?” She asked, while removing a small pistol from her belt.

“Pretty much like this.” Pete replied, and then yanked on the rope that dangled from a rafter above his head. Suddenly the heroine called Emerald was encased in a net that sprung up from beneath her green high heels. “Grab hold Mike.” Both men put all their weight into pulling on the rope, which was looped over a rafter and attached to the net.

“YEOWWW!!” Lifted off her feet the heroine released the pistol in an attempt to use both hands to steady herself, as the net rose off the floor. “WHA..PUT ME DOWN!” Her demand was in vain, since the two men had no intention of putting her down until she was properly subdued.

After the end of the rope was securely tied to one of the support poles, Pete grabbed an aerosol can from the table and ran over to the trapped female, who was desperately pulling at the netting. “This is how we so easily accomplish your defeat.” He then raised the can and pointed it towards the pretty face.

Emerald watched the man approach, unable to free herself from the diabolical trap that had been laid to recapture Blue Angel in case she got free. “Nooo..don't do that..please.” She knew the contents of the can was some sort of anesthetic, so she prepared to hold her breath.

“That will do you no good.” Pete shot a cloud of mist directly into the beautiful face, and then stood back to watch.

Emerald held her breath, knowing that she was doomed if any of the mist was inhaled. However, her body started to tingle, and then a strange warmth crept over her. “I feel weak, but how...?”

“You seem puzzled.” Mike approached to also observe the result of the chemical “This stuff is absorbed through your pores, so it doesn't matter if you inhale or don't.”

Emerald's green eyes widened, as she realized her muscles were relaxing, and she could no longer hold up her arms. “Why..are..you..doing..this?” Her words became slurred.

“Because we can.” Pete smiled, noticing the beautiful trapped captive was weakening, and her once sharp bright eyes were now dulled, dazed and staring at nothingness. “She's going under.”

Emerald could no longer see anything, and all her other senses were becoming numb. “Howww..could...this...hapuuuhhhhh?” Her whole body went limp as those emerald green eyes rolled back and then slowly closed.

“We have another one, Bud.” Pete looked over at Mike, who was savoring every delicious moment.

Saturday afternoon

Pete and Mike struggled to carry the unconscious and limp heroines upstairs to the dinning room, where each was placed in one of the chairs, their arms tied behind and each ankle tied to a separate chair leg. It looked like they were saying grace before the meal, sitting around the dinning table with their heads bowed low. “I can't believe I did it.” Mike said.

“You mean we, don't you buddy?” Pete corrected him. “I wonder how many more will drop by?” He pondered while lifting each of the heroine's chins and letting it flop back onto their chest. “Would we dare to get intimate?”

Mike hadn't thought about that, since he got his kicks from putting women to sleep, or at least in his fantasies. He had undressed Blue Angel, so she sat there bare chested in her flesh colored pantyhose. His hands groped each of her firm round breasts, but jerked back when there was a moan from her seductive lips. “She's coming to.” His brow began to sweat, and he headed towards the living room.

Pete noticed his reaction and chuckled. “Afraid to touch her, when she's awake?” He then reached his hand under Emerald's neckline to fondle one of her firm round breasts. “I like this one.”

“Hmmmmmm..wha?” Blue Angel lifted her head to see her friends seated around the dining table, unconscious and bound to a chair, just like she was. “Let me go you creeps. What do you think you're doing?” She wriggled furiously, trying to break free.

“Not until we have a little fun first.” Pete laughed. “What do you intend to do about it?”

The heroine kept trying to twist her wrists free from the ropes, and felt them give a little. “Looks like you have the upper hand. Are you going to sell us to the highest bidder?” One more twist and then a pull. She was free. “How brave are you, when I'm not helplessly tied to a chair?” Standing up the heroine taunted the young man, but Pete decided to flee instead.

Passing Mike in the living room he said. “She's all yours. Have fun.”

Blue Angel quickly untied her ankles, and then went behind Bat Broad to release her. “Once you two are free, I'll teach those thugs not to fool with us.” She seemed to be having difficulty. “They did a much better job tying you than they did meMMRRPPHHH!”

“Yes we did.” Mike had sneaked behind Blue Angel to thrust a chloroform soaked cloth over her beautiful face, pressing it hard against that sultry mouth.

Even with all her experience and training, the heroine never expected this, and gasped with surprise, gulping in a large dose of the deadly chloroform. “MMGGHHHFFFF!” Her anger caused Blue Angel to lose control, yelling into the wet rag, and inhaling more of the powerful fumes. “JUST WAIT...” At first her thoughts were about thrashing the young thug, who had the audacity to rub his extended member against her, but the first wave of dizziness brought the heroine back to reality. “I..c..can't..stay..awake.” Her hands slipped to her sides, and the tenseness in those long shapely legs disappeared.

“That's it dearie, just breathe it in. You can't fight it.”

She heard the man's whispered words and knew he was right. There was no more resistance, as her breasts moved rhythmically inhaling more and more of the anesthetic. “I'm losing conscious....uhhhhh.” A long sigh signaled the end of the struggle, and her mostly naked body sagged in Mike's arms.

“Even my wildest fantasy was not this good.” He lifted the heroine into a cradle carry, and went up the oak stairway to the bedroom. Blue Angel's head swayed, while her legs bounced, until she was tossed onto the soft mattress, where she laid very still. Once again Mike caressed her large firm mounds. “Perhaps there's more to life than mere fantasy.” He rolled the unconscious Blue Angel onto her back and began tying her arms and legs to each of the bedposts.

While Mike took care of Blue Angel, Pete was untying Emerald. “I can't let Mike have all the fun.” As soon as the heroine was completely free of her restraints, she sprang into action by tossing the young man across the table.

“You took me by surprise the last time, but that's over.” Emerald leaped to her feet, and sped to where Pete had landed. “Get up, you need to answer some questions.” She grabbed him by the throat and lifted the young man off the floor. “Tell me who you're working for.”

Pete was having too much trouble breathing, so didn't answer the question. However he remembered the syringe he used on Blue Angel. “Maybe it'll work on this one.” His hand searched along his pants, removed the syringe from his pocket, popped off the cap and then jabbed Emerald in her outstretched arm.

“OWW! What was that?” She released Pete, who then collapsed onto the floor. Emerald yanked out the needle that dangled from her arm, and held it up. “What's in this?” A sudden wave of dizziness overwhelmed her, causing the heroine to stagger backwards, and then bend over to try clearing her head. “Whew..feel weak.” She then went down on one knee, holding her forehead. She began seeing two separate images as her green eyes crossed and uncrossed. “Have to lay down, feeling sick...sooo dizzy.”

Pete was amused at the heroine's struggles, as he watched her lay down on the carpet. Her breathing became labored, and she moaned constantly. “I don't know what that stuff is, but it doesn't knock these women out.” He went over to his black satchel, removed the bottle of chloroform and a sponge. “This will work.” Kneeling down next to the ailing Superheroine, Pete turned her over, so she was looking at him. “This will make you feel better.”

Emerald was alerted by the acrid sickly sweet aroma, and tried to block the sponge from reaching her nose. “Noooo..don't..do thammrrffhhh!” She made a weak protest that was immediately muffled by the sponge pressed over her mouth. Her muscles just wouldn't respond, so the heroine simply laid on the floor and accepted her fate.

Pete watched the beautiful round firm breasts rise and fall, drawing the evil fumes into the heroine's lungs, so he placed his hand inside her dress and squeezed the left one. “Those are really big.” It took a few minutes more until the green eyes rolled back and then closed. After making certain his captive was completely out, he lifted the limp body into his arms to carry her into one of the bedrooms, and spread eagle the helpless woman onto the large four poster bed.

Pete slowly removed the gorgeous red head's boots, fondling each dainty foot. After lifting the green dress, the young man rolled down the flesh colored panty hose, and then mounted the sleeping beauty. She moaned softly as his penis penetrated. Pete was so excited he ejaculated prematurely, but when he pulled out, there was a smile on Emerald's face. "I'll be back." He promised.

Sunday

Mike met Pete as he was coming from the bedroom. “Which one did you do?” He smiled.

“Emerald, how about you?” Pete headed for the stairs.

“Blue Angel.” Mike lied, since all he had done was to sleep next to the unconscious heroine. “Let's fix some breakfast.” He followed Pete to the kitchen.

“Be careful which cups you use.” Pete reminded his buddy, and then went into the dining room. “Uh oh, Bat Broad isn't here.”

“I'm over here, gentlemen” Bat Broad stood at the foot of the staircase along with the fully costumed Blue Angel and Emerald. “Both of you move over to the wall and sit down on the floor.” Pete and Mike had no desire to fight all three of these heroines, so they did as Bat Broad instructed.

“That coffee smells inviting. After the night I've had I could use a good cup of Java.” Emerald went to the cupboard and took out three coffee cups. “Cream? Sugar?” She asked while pouring the fine smelling brew.

“ I take mine black.” Blue Angel took her seat at the table.

“Two lumps of sugar for me.” Bat Broad responded as she also sat down. After Emerald fixed her cup, all three heroines were poised to ask the two thugs some questions.

“Who sent you?” Blue Angel started the questioning.

“I think we should simply turn them over to Admin. She's more capable in handling this type of thing.” Bat Broad insisted as she yawned. “I called her and she'll be here shortly.”

“I'm going to leave as soon as I have some blakefest.” Emerald stated, and poured herself another cup.

“Wash did yoush say?” Blue Angel chuckled at Emerald's mistake.

“Something's wrong.” Bat Broad started to rise from her chair and fell to one knee. “I feel weak all of a sudden.” Using the table as a brace she pushed herself back into the chair. “Getting a little dizzy.”

“Now that you mention it, my vision's a little hazy.” Emerald picked up the cup and instead of drinking from it, she poured the coffee down the front of her dress. “OH DARN IT!” Dropping the cup, she then jumped to her feet to brush the staining liquid off her costume, when a wave of dizziness hit her. “Uuuhhhhh.” With a sigh the heroine slid to the floor.

Blue Angel tried to get up, but her legs were too weak. “We've been drugged, but how?” Her eyes crossed and she began to see double. Looking over at the two intruders, the heroine realized they had drugged the coffee somehow, but it was too late to do anything. “C..can't..stay..awake..sooo...sleeeepy.” Her forehead slumped forward hitting the table.

“Have to escape.” Bat Broad stood on her shaky legs, took two steps and then fell forward to the rug. “Tooo weak to move.” She lay there until her eyes rolled back and her body went completely limp.

Pete and Mike watched the whole scenario, before getting up. “Hey Pete, Emerald is still conscious.” Mike looked down at the two emerald green eyes staring up at him. She seemed so helpless and vulnerable, as she lay there unable to move, and knowing she would soon lose consciousness. Then a ray of hope struck the hapless heroine as the door bell rang.

“Quick, get the chloroform.” Pete whispered over to Mike, who then poured some of the anesthetic onto a gauze pad.

“Who's at the door? They both went to the window and peered out to see a brown delivery truck. “There's a package on the porch.” Mike observed. “Should we see what it is?”

“I wouldn't bother, since it was just a diversion.” A voice behind them declared. It belonged to a tall raven haired beauty wearing a white blouse, tan jodhpurs, and brown boots. “What have you boys been up to?” She slapped a whip in front of her.

“Who are you?” Pete whirled around to see the astonishing site standing in the dining room doorway. “How did you get in here?” He made a move forward, but was stopped when the end of the whip curled around his neck.

“I wouldn't come any closer, or things could get rather nasty.” She spoke the warning in a British accent. “I suggest that your friend drop the cloth on the floor.” She then pulled out a revolver. “Both of you sit on the divan and stay put.”

“This must be the Admin that Bat Broad mentioned.” Pete whispered.

“Yea, she must have gotten in through the cavern.” Mike was becoming very uneasy until the woman decided to call the police.

Picking up the phone, the Admin moved her long straight hair to the side, placed the phone to her ear and dialed 911, but got no response. “What's wrong with the phone?” She then noticed a faint familiar odor emanating from it. “Ohh..noo..tell me I didn't fall for that one.” Her hand released the phone, which fell to the floor, and then she reached out for something to brace herself. However the small table tilted with the weight, sending the beautiful figure of a woman tumbling to the floor. “UUNNFFF! Getting weak.”

Mike went over to the cloth, but was stopped by Pete. “This one is mine.” He retrieved the bottle and re soaked the gauze pad.

“C..can't..let these thugs get the best of me.” The Admin climbed to all fours and began to crawl towards a chair that could be used for support. “NNOOOMMMFFFDDONMM!!” Pete straddled the woman, leaned over and thrust the pad against her mouth, bending her pretty head back. She rolled over, causing her attacker to release his grip. However, the British heroine was too weak already to take advantage of her maneuver.

“You're a tricky one, aren't you?” Pete sat on her stomach, which caused her to exhale and when the pad was reapplied to her face, she inhaled a lethal dose of the chloroform.

“I..caunt..believe..I've..losssst..uhhhhhhh.” Her hands pressed against the man's chest, but she was not able to push him away, and soon her arms fell loosely to the floor. “Pleeezze..don..do...thish.” Her silent plea went unheeded, as Pete kept the pad in place until her eyes rolled back, her body went limp beneath him, and her head tilted to the side.

Then suddenly the scene changed. “Hey Mike, wake up she's here.” Pete shook his buddy, grabbed the black bag and raced towards the house.

“Wha..oh no. That was just another fantasy?” His eyes focused on the gorgeous woman dressed in the short black dress exiting her car and walking towards her front porch. “Got to do this.” He sprung from the seat, ran across the road, and reached the front door just as the woman was closing it. Shoving it open, Mike also pushed Margo backwards, causing her to trip over the ottoman. Pete hurried inside behind his friend, and sprayed a fine mist into the struggling Margo's face.

“OOHHHHHELLPP!” She managed a scream before Mike could silence her, but the house was too remote for anyone to hear her. “HELMMPPFFMMM” A damp cloth muffled further protests, as Mike knelt beside the fallen victim, and pressed the chloroform soaked cloth firmly over her mouth. Margo managed to roll enough to knee Mike in the back of his head.

“OWW!” He released the cloth from the woman's face, allowing her to get up and stagger into another room. “AHA, this is when Blue Angel appears.” He got up to follow her, but when he reached the other room.

“Hello, I've been attacked by two intruders, send the police.” She stared menacingly at Mike. “You'd better leave.”

The End

The Boomer