Postby supacabbage » Wed Apr 29, 2009 8:27 am
Thanks MS.
Dave's daydreaming had been abruptly ended to be replaced by a sweet sickly smelling pad being held tightly over his mouth and nose by a black leather gloved hand. As hard as Dave tried he could not dislodge the chloroform from his face and the room was spinning away along with a roaring in his ears.
Dave slumped in the chair and the nurse kept the pad in place for a moment longer to make sure he was fully unconscious. She smiled at his sleeping face as she pulled the pad away and also admired the chair which was going to be perfect for the next phase of the plan. She went to her leather medical bag again and removed several lengths of rope, some handcuffs and a few other items. Moving swiftly and efficiently she tied Dave's ankles together with several loops and then tied them in turn to a cross strut between the chair legs.
Each of Dave's arm was bound tightly to an arm of the sturdy wooden kitchen chair and she then proceeded to loop rope over his chest criss-crossed - tying him securely to the chair back. Standing back to admire her work the nurse smiled and then went on a quick survey of the house to locate her target.
A little while later Dave started to come round, not sure at first whether he had dreamt what had happened; but as he came back to full consciousness he became acutely aware of his predicament. As if to reinforce this he found his head being tilted up to find himself looking at the nurse, her tight leather gloved fingers gripping his chin and deep brown soleful eyes watching him carefully.
"Welcome back Dave, as you are now aware you are bound to the chair and can not get away. I need certain information from you and I hope I can count on your co-operation?"
"W-w-w-what do you want?"
"Do you always stutter or is it a stress thing or a sexual hangup?", asked the nurse in a quizical tone her head tilted to one side studying him. She smiled.
"Please, why did you use that stuff on me?"
"It's called chloroform Dave. Now I want to get in to your father's computer to access certain files that my client wants sight of. You Dave are going to give me the password and logon information."
"I don't know it..."
"I do not believe you, because my inteliigence is that you often logon to check out certain sites that involve amongst other things leather gloves, nurses and something called T.U.Gs..."
Dave was mortified, if being bound tightly by this medical-fantasy-come-true was not bad enough, he could have maybe told his father he had been overpowered by a gang of hoodlums but the fact that his interests had led him to being overpowered like this was horrendous...
The nurse smiled grimly, "It isn't as bad as all that Dave, tell me the logon information and I will be out of here very quickly. Play yor cards right, I will make a quick escape and I will telephone Sarah from down the street to come and rescue you..."
Dave's cheeks burned bright, my God was there nothing this chloroform wielding woman did not know!
The sound of footsteps on the street brought a rapid application of a leather gloved hand over his mouth. Once the sound receded the hand was relaxed, but not before the nurse's other hand gave him a little caress on the cheek.
"The logon Dave..."
Dave babbled out the information she needed, the ropes were tight and he could not see a way out of this situation. The nurse wrote down the information and then picked up a thick cotton wad...
Dave's shame and angst were jerked once more to the present as the nurse jammed the cotton wad in to his mouth, to be followed by a silk scarf tied tightly over the top keeping it in place.
"Now, I am going to try this logon and you are going to be a good boy down here..."
The nurse kissed his forehead and left the kitchen with a swish of uniform skirt.
Dave tried in vain to loosen the ropes but it was no good and the gag was stopping him making any attempt to call for help, he had often dreamed of Sarah from number 47 doing this to him but that was besides the point he tried to tell himself...
The clip of high heels on the kitchen floor announced the return of the nurse and a soft cool leather clad hand confirmed it. The nurse came in front of him and looked down on the helpless, bound and gagged young man. She tightened her gloves and her suspicions were confirmed when she saw Dave shift a little to give his trousers more freedom...
She reached down with one hand and rested it gently on the tent in his crotch area and the other patted his cheek over the gag.
"You've been very helpful and tempting as it is," she pressed a little firmer with her hand on his trousers, "I have to say goodbye..."
She stood and straigtened her uniform dress before putting her mac back on. A swift tying of the belt and she closed her medical bag and retrieved her umbrella from the hallway.
"Looks like the rain has stopped Dave, it's been a pleasure and I am sure you have enjoyed it in your own way. You can keep the ropes and gag, you never know Sarah may decide to make your dreams come true..."
Dave could only attempt a glare, at which the nurse laughed softly and left the house as calmly as she had entered leaving a bound and gagged young man to contemplate how he would explain all of this to his parents.
The nurse got to the corner and looked back at the house, the cellphone in her gloved hand chimed quietly as the text message arrived to confirm the client's receipt of the computer files. The nurse hesitated and then grinned as her leather fingers tapped out a number.
"Hello...? Sarah...? You do not know me, but something of interest to you is wrapped up in the kitchen of number 41. The front door is unlocked..."
The nurse ended the call and dumped the cell phone down a drain. If Dave had still been at his window he would have seen the nurse walk quickly and quietly away as the rain started to fall again in a faint drizzle, the sound of her footsteps soon fading away to silence...