The online collector

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The online collector

The Collector

I pressed the cloth into her cute little face. My thumb stung, yesterday I had bitten of a little bit of skin next to my nail and now the chloroform was pricking me. She wasn’t out yet. She was still struggling, although not with her full force anymore. Muffled protest came from behind the rag. Her eyes looking up at me in fear. Begging me, pleading me to let her go.

I stroke a strand of hair from her forehead. ‘Don’t be scared, honey,’ I said. ‘Just breath. Take a another few deep breaths. I know chloroform doesn’t work as magically and as quickly as it does in the movies, but if you keep breathing eventually it’ll knock you out.’

Apparently I shouldn’t have said that, because she started struggling and screaming a whole lot more.

‘It’s all I’ve got for now, hon.’ I said. I inspected the cloth and made sure the entirety of her nose and mouth were covered, then I carefully counted the another five drops as I let them fall onto the fabric.

Her eyes were glassy and she was getting weaker and weaker. Her struggling stopped and I let her have some fresh air to breath. She didn’t need to be knocked-out completely. With this ancient drug that would be quite dangerous actually. All I needed to do was subdue her and keep her complacent until I’ve managed to transfer her back to my private clinic.

She was lying on the couch. Complacent and will-less. Mindless staring up at me.

‘Good girl,’ I told her. ‘I put the cloth in her face for another ten count.’ She didn’t seem to mind or even notice.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said to her numb face, her eyes rolling in their sockets, her head slumping to the side. I removed the cloth and gave her a little peck on the mouth. ‘You’re just too cute honey, I needed to have you for my collection.’

I’ve met her on an online dating side. She’d didn’t completely fit the profile. Normally I picked somewhat older woman, lonely and desperate for a boyfriend, for a male counterpart that would swipe them away and solve all their problems, kind of pathetic woman actually, that wouldn’t be missed and that would be easily breakable, once they realized their new life would be way better than their sorry little lives from before.

But this girl was different. For starters she was only 23, she was quite a successful business woman, but she had the cutest face, curly red hair, rosey cheeks full of freckles and a very athletic slim figure, she would be best described as petite. I’d stalked her for weeks, going back and forth on whether to take her or not.

On the one hand I had a good operation going. I had some high profile friends that enjoyed my collection as much as I did, and that provided me with immunity. Taking this one, would be a risk, especially taking her with something as old fashioned as chloroform. It was just, when I saw her coming home tonight, wearing that gray coat, those shiny sheer panties, those high heels, her curly red hear twisted into two little buns. Maybe it were the buns that convinced me, or maybe it was just the fact that she’d left the window open and then fell asleep on the couch. I could see her lying there, helplessly far away in dreamland. It was a breeze to force the window and enter her house. The chloroform rag somewhat in front of her face at first, having her breath in the fumes while sleeping. When she woke up I pushed the cloth into her face, forcing her to inhale more and more. She was quite dazed by that moment already.

And now she was mine. Almost at least. I cupped her face and pushed my lips against her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. The chemical fumes of the chloroform still lingered around her skin. I slid my hand under her top, I pulled her bra aside and played with her small breasts. Her nipple hardening.

‘Well, well,’ I said.

She mumbled something incoherent. Her head rolling from left to right. She was trying to regain consciousness. Well she could try. I would keep her groggy until we got home. I should’ve hoisted her over my shoulder and put her into my car, but she was just intoxicatedly cute. O, the fantasies I had about her, the things I would be able to do to her. She would be mine, completely. I wouldn’t share this one with any of my friends. I would keep her separate from the rest, no one would know she was part of my collection.

My hand was now feeling up her thighs, the sheer pantyhose smooth and soft surrounding her legs. My fingers crawling upwards until I found a little moist spot in between her legs.

‘What’s that?’ I said. ‘Is my little sweety horny?’

‘Nnnnoooo.’ She said. Her eyes blinking, her arms were limply trying to fight me off. ‘Waazzzz gooinn onnn?’ She slurred, she tried to understand. Poor thing.

I grabbed the cloth that had slipped onto the floor and placed it over her nose and mouth again. Carefully counting the drops of chloroform that left my little bottle. Five, no more than five. I crawled on top of her. My knees on either side of her slim athletic body. I bend over her, my mouth close to her ears. I could smell the strong chemical fumes of the chloroform myself.

‘You’re feeling dizzy, so dizzy and dreamy and sleepy. Just breath in, feel the chloroform crawl into your longs and bedazzle your brain. Give in, doesn’t it feel good to give in, to relax, to let go.’

I sat up straight. I needed to get some fresh air myself, yet it was worth it. While my lightheadedness faded I saw her eyes, confused looking around, barely aware anymore. A seed of doubt was planted. My loins were throbbing, while kneeling over her I rubbed myself in between her legs.

A quicky. I said myself. Only a quicky, then I would transfer her to the clinic, then I could live out any and all fantasies I wanted. I pushed up her skirt, pulled her panties and pantyhose aside and with my fingers I felt her up. Her little moist labia, rubbing, finding the entrance. Then I unzipped myself, I put the tip of my cock against the little opening of her vulva and trusted myself inside. She was tight and warm. I almost came to orgasm, right then and there. I took a few deep breaths and started thrusting again. Some faint protests, the poor girl didn’t even know what she was protesting. Her entire body limply moved up and down with me pounding her. She was getting horny, wasn’t she? It might be just wishful thinking. I might be my imagination, her moans were difficult to differentiate, but I would’ve sworn she moaned in pleasure. That she opened up her legs some more to make room for me, that she tilted her hips to invite me in.

My hands surrounding her tiny bottom. I pulled her tiny limp body over my cock. An orgasm building up. It came from deep. It was past the point of no return, a wave of pleasure starting in my toes, moving up, all the way up through my spine, my chest, my hearth beating so full of love, it entangled my brain. And then I pumped her little pussy full of my seed.

It took me a few moments before I regained my breath, my clarity of thought. Now the overwhelming horniness was gone, I realized the pressing situation we were in. She needed to be brought home.

I helped her up from the couch and supported her. We walked a few steps, she resisted me, but she couldn’t really fight me off. Someone accidentally seeing us might just think she was a drunk defiant girl and I her dutiful boyfriend. Or you know maybe father, because of the age difference. It didn’t matter. It was dark outside, and I could barely see the house of the next door neighbors. I walked her to my car, slumped her into the passenger seat and had her breath in some more chloroform, then I started the two hour drive to get her home.

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