More Sleepy Adventures - Part One
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Sauna Situation)
Since the defeat of the insidious villain known as The Confectioner, a
period of calm had descended over Crescent City. Of course, nature
abhors a vacuum and it was only a matter of time before a new super
villain moved into the neighbourhood. Unfortunately for the good people
of Crescent City, where one evil genius held sway, now a nefarious
triplet of wrong-doers sort to make the city their own.....
Chandra Singh was a slender asian woman who worked tirelessly to bring
the guilty to justice. As an investigative reporter, she used both her
keen mind and her vitriolic prose in equal measure. Her most recent
scoop had tarnished the reputation of many of Crescent City's richest
and most corrupt citizens. More than a few had ended up serving prison
sentences, despite the efforts of "the best lawyers money could
buy".
It came as no surprise to the villain whose "nom de guerre" was The
Anaesthetist, when he was contacted through several back channels and
offered a truly obscene amount of money to make the pretty journalist
"disappear". He had no interest in which of the many possible
culprits might have made the offer, the amount of money on offer, and
the fact that he could easily make half as much again by selling the
troublesome reporter to some friends in the far east, effectively
bought his disinterest.
It wasn't difficult to trace Ms. Singh, despite her best attempts to
remain anonymous. The paper trail led the villain inexorably to her,
and indeed to the small private health club where she spent most of her
free time. Although she was a cautious woman, who had survived in the
cut-throat world of investigative journalism, she was of course no
match for the evil genius of the super villain.
Two days after the job-offer, The Anaesthetist approached the select
club. It was late at night, and had anyone been looking, they
wouldn't have given the worker in his faded overalls, even a second
glance. The villain paused slightly, adjusting the controls on a small
box. Then, satisfied that any local surveillance cameras were no longer
going to trouble him, he moved with practiced ease to the service
entrance, hidden from the street down a set of worn concrete steps.
In a matter of moments, the alarm system had been defeated and the lock
picked. Effortlessly the villain slipped inside, an evil smile on his
thin lips. Exactly one hour later, he re-emerged. His work completed,
he quickly locked the door, reset the alarm and made his way back to
his waiting van. No-one had any inkling that anything untoward had
occurred at all. But a certain young reporter was going to get the most
rude surprise. The Anaesthetist laughed quietly to himself imagining
what would happen next and then carefully strolled back to his
vehicle....
Chandra always started her day with the same routine, she rose early,
and immediately headed to her club. She'd swim a few laps and then
spend 15 minutes in the sauna. After that, she'd grab a juice and a
coffee, leaving her set up nicely for whatever the day held for her.
Unfortunately, no amount of caffeine would set her up for the events of
this particular day.
She liked to arrive early at the club, that way she could luxuriate in
private. The streets were almost empty as she reached the member's
entrance. She didn't pay any attention to the white panel van which
was parked almost opposite. Of course, inside the van, The Anaesthetist
paid great attention to his quarry. A wall of monitors revealed the
inside of the health club, and he was able to trace her passage towards
the changing room.
As soon as the young woman had used her keycard and was "safely"
inside, the villain entered a short code on his keyboard, effectively
sealing the building. No-one would be able to gain access now, in the
unlikely event that anyone chose such an early hour to use the
facilities. Now they were free from outside interference, The
Anaesthetist sat back and enjoyed the spectacle as Chandra began to
change into her swimsuit.
Oblivious to the fact that she was giving a private show, the young
woman peeled off her clothing, revealing a taut, olive-coloured body.
Unselfconsciously, she bound her long dark hair into a single long
ponytail, reaching almost down to her buttocks. Then she climbed into a
single-piece swimsuit, the gold material contrasting against her skin.
Once dressed, she placed her belonging into her locker, and clipped the
key to her costume.
The Anaesthetist checked the recordings of his pretty target, he was
sure that his buyer would be interested in the complete tape. Then, he
entered another code into his computer. This caused a small canister
inside Chandra's locker to activate. In moments, the entire contents
had been dissolved into nothing. No evidence would remain that she had
ever been there.
He watched the monitors long enough to confirm she was entering the
pool, and then the villain stepped out of his van, and walked
cautiously back to the service entrance. Quickly checking that no-one
was paying him any attention, he slipped through the door, before
locking it after him. Pulling out a small monitor, he noted that
Chandra was about half way through her swim, plenty of time to get to
where he needed to be.
5 minutes later, Chandra was heading towards the sauna. She had
towelled herself off briefly after she left the pool, having once been
told off for leaving wet footprints throughout the select spa. The
sauna had already been prepared, and Chandra mouthed a silent "thank
you" to whoever had done so. Avoiding 10 minutes of just sitting
around was an unexpected blessing. Of course, had she known who her
mysterious benefactor was, she might have thought twice before entering
the room....
The Anaesthetist watched happily as Ms. Singh hung up her towel and
stepped into the sauna. The door closed silently behind her, its lock
sealing as the villain tapped an icon on his monitor. The trap was now
primed and his victim had obligingly stepped inside. She could not know
it of course, but from the moment that door closed, she was his.
Chandra carefully ladled two scoops of water onto the hot coals.
Obligingly, steam billowed, momentarily obscuring her vision. With an
audible sigh, she sat herself down on the wooden bench, closed her eyes
and let the stress flow out of her. The heat was wonderful, not
stifling but gentle. Already there was a thin sheen of perspiration
coating her limbs. Not for the first time, she considered removing her
swimsuit, but once again dismissed the idea, with no locks on the door,
she didn't want anyone barging in to find her naked.
Despite the steam, on the villain's monitor the picture was crystal
clear, courtesy of technology he didn't quite understand. Smiling at
her relaxed expression and contented sigh, The Anaesthetist almost
lovingly tapped another icon. Another small canister burst silently,
its contents lost amid the steam.
"Rest easy my dear", whispered the villain as he watched avidly.
The thin vapour was subtle in its effects. It came on so slowly that
Chandra didn't really notice what was happening. She breathed it in
and at the same time it entered through her pores. Once he was sure she
had received a full dose, the villain tapped another icon.
"Let me help you out of those wet things", he hissed.
The drowsy reporter was suddenly aware of a soft pop almost directly
overhead. She tried to look up, but to her consternation discovered
that he muscles seemed to have turned to jelly. She was so relaxed, it
almost felt as though she were melting. Her thoughts seemed as hard to
control as her body, everything was so weak and sluggish. Then
abruptly, she felt a cool dampness falling onto her, like drizzle.
The final canister, hidden against a light fitting, had exploded,
dropping a thin rain of chemicals onto Chandra. The instant it
contacted her swimsuit, a reaction took place. The material began to
rot, melting away but leaving her skin untouched. The effect lasted for
only seconds, but it was enough, the flimsy costume was gone, leaving
her naked and helpless.
Chandra didn't know what was happening to her. It was like a
nightmare, but somehow the terror of her situation wasn't there.
Futilely she tried to move again, but her body betrayed her, drugged
into submission. Another sound drew her attention, dimly she realised
that someone had opened the door. Emotions conflicted within her,
damped by the drugs coursing through her veins. The horror of her
imaginings being realised, to be discovered nude, warred with the
relief of someone coming to help her from whatever was happening.
The Anaesthetist stood at the threshold, enjoying the spectacle.
Chandra sat, slumped on the wooden bench. Muscles twitched as she tried
to raise her head, but it was obvious that she was fighting a losing
battle. Every moment she sat in the steam, more drugs were being taken
into her body. Of course, The Anaesthetist himself was immune to the
drug, he merely waited long enough for the material-rotting chemical to
oxidise before entering the small room.
"Here my dear", he said in an amused voice, "let me help you slip
into something more comfortable"....
Chandra blinked slowly, it was such an effort to open her eyes again,
but she knew that she must fight to stay away. She realised that
whoever this intruder was, they didn't seem the least bit concerned
at her predicament. She felt a strong hand gently take hold of her
chin, and lift her head. Her vision blurred, both from the drug and the
steam, but she could see a tall man dressed in surgical greens and
wearing a surgical mask. Was she ill? Had this person come to help her?
She was startled out of her reverie by a sharp click. The strange man
had expertly flicked something about her throat. It snapped shut, and
had she been able to see, she would have noticed a thin wisp of smoke
rise from the clasp as it locked irrevocably in place. Chandra now wore
a thin plastic collar, clear but studded with numerous coloured lights.
"There", said the Anaesthetist, "isn't that much more
comfortable?"
Chandra looked up at the villain, her head still held and tried to
speak, to demand what was happening.
"Whuuuuu", was all the girl could manage, her mouth and tongue
seemed as weak as the rest of her body.
"Oh how silly of me", said the villain with mock concern.
She could see the man was holding some sort of device in his hand, he
seemed to touch a control and immediately the series of green lights in
her collar began to pulse in sequence. A soft groan escaped her lips as
a new drug was injected. Suddenly Chandra felt really good, her worries
seemed to evaporate and to all intents and purposes she stopped
thinking.
"Ah yes", said the Anaesthetist as he watched his captive's eyes
glaze over, "isn't that so much more comfortable my beauty?"....
A little later, and a man dressed in a drab overall wheeled a trolley
filled with towels back to the laundry truck. No-one spared him a
second glance, and even if they had, no-one would have considered that
a famous reporter might be buried under those towels. The villain had
chosen to bind Chandra's wrists and ankles with shackles made from a
similar plastic to the collar she wore. He had also taken the liberty
of effectively gagging her with a small ball of golden rubber.
Although she was chemically restrained, both by the residual effects of
her special sauna and the steady green pulse of her collar, The
Anaesthetist liked to keep his victims bound and gagged. There was
something about the aesthetic which pleased him greatly. He would
justify it perhaps by noted that one should never be too careful, but
the simple matter was that he liked his women both drugged and tied
helplessly. Not many people have a job which is also their hobby, and
the villain truly loved his work.
Once he had deposited Chandra in the back of his van, now cunningly
disguised as a laundry truck, the villain entered a final code into his
computer. Moments later all evidence of his tampering had been removed.
He drove slowly away, smiling happily and wondering idly if his two
minions had enjoyed their jobs as much as he had enjoyed his own....