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He was the easy part. Lady D knocked heavily on the door and waited patiently.  She was dressed in tight jeans, a black corset top and black boots.  Her sunglasses shaded her eyes and there was no purse to be seen.  Behind her stood her bother boys dressed in their white uniforms. I called them her Ice Cream Men, which she found amusing. They had no opinion on the subject that she did not give them.  We heard him shuffling and I poured the chemical on the cloth and handed it to her as I put the bottle in my coat pocket.  The door opened and a sleepy eyed man in his boxers and a white tshirt stepped out.

“Hey?” He said sleepily, his eyes getting used to the light.

“Remember our conversation from the other night?” She asked.

“Uhm…” he still looked confused when she brought the cloth up to his face and I moved in to pin his arms.

“Shhhh” She said to him as one gloved hand held his head and the other the white cloth. His eyes grew wide and he began to struggle.

“Shhhh” She said again as his body grew weaker and his whimpers more pathetic.

“Shhhh” She said one last time as he slipped down to the floor.  She removed the cloth and the Ice Cream Men bundled him up and took him away.  I stepped in closer and kissed her. I could smell her arousal.

“Enjoy.” She said, handing me the rag.

“You too.” I watched her go and stepped into the apartment.

I closed and locked the door and looked around.  They were roomies and occasional lovers but the place looked like the worse cross between college dude and green pagan goth girl I had ever seen.  Posters of Lestat were side by side with a Yankees pennant, both of which were over a recycling bin with old pizza on top of it.  It was not dirty, not too dirty, but it was very cluttered.

I cleared a space on their couch and walked into her room.  I took my time picking out her sizes, grabbing a few of the things she might need over the next day or two.  I checked the trashcans and laundry and saw no detritus of her period. Satisfied, I removed the two pair of flip-flops she had. I hated the things and she would not be wearing them again while she was with me.  Into the trash they went.

Checking my watch, I walked back to the living room.  Just in time I heard her unlock the door.  I poured more chloroform, put the bottle in my pocket, and waited.  She came through the door and closed it behind her.  She was wearing her green work shirt, black capris, and a pair of sneakers without socks.  She dropped her keys on the table and looked about.

“Hey loser!” She yelled, expecting ‘Loser’ to answer her.

Instead it was my voice that answered.

“He’s not here. Lady D came to visit.” She squealed and turned around to face me.  She smiled briefly before realizing what I was there for.

“Today’s totally…” is all she got out before I was on her. Calmly, forcefully the cloth went over her face and my arm around her body. I pulled her close so she could not kick and held her there.  Unlike Lady D I made no sound but my new angel did. She squealed, cried, pleaded, and pushed all with decreasing strength.  In the end she was flaccid and completely out.  I checked her pulse and satisfied, grabbed her keys and the bag. I hoisted her to my side, a refreshed cloth keeping her drugged as we walked to my car.  We were in and on our way back to my place.  Before she came around I had her blindfolded and handcuffed.

We got back to the house and I hustled her into her new room. She whimpered and said ‘no’ a lot but I knew that was the drugged state talking. She was still scared.  It would all be over soon.  I dropped her to the bed, chained her there and went to check on Lady D.  The Ice Cream Men were doing dishes like the good boys she had made them.  I peeked in on her and her new playtoy and smiled as I saw him licking her toes as she massaged his genitals. He was already hers and he probably did not even realize it.

Going back to my girl I forced her face down on the bed and stripped off her shoes and pants and panties.  The work shirt I pushed up and her bra I cut away.  I would replace it.

“Now,” I said, speaking for the first time, “where shall we begin… oh yea… have I told you how much I hate fli-flops…” I reached for the nearest flogger and brought it down heavily on the bed. She jumped. I smiled.