Story Excerpts
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Here are passages from stories I've found online and in print fiction. This is going to be one long thread that I will add to.
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An Odd Relationship by Birdie
Birdie felt wonderful, Rubeus now had more confidence in her. All of her
sisters were now envious of her. Birdie was assigned a new crystal point,
this time it was a hospital. She would try the same plan she tried on the
fashion show. This time she would disguise herself as a nurse. She went
inside the hospital and walked directly to a nurse. She said "May I help
you?", Birdie said "Yes, I am a college student and have an assignment on
nurses, would you be so kind as to let me ask you some questions?" the
nurse said "Of course", Birdie said "Thank you, but could we go
somewhere private?" The nurse nodded and took Birdie to an empty
laboratory.
After a while Birdie left the laboratory wearing the nurse's uniform, she
noticed that her skirt was extremely short, she wondered why a nurse had to
wear such a short skirt.
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Past Sins by Don Ecker
Chapter 10, page 227
The young-looking blond woman had slipped into a side door of the
hospital and walked to a bank of elevators. She entered floor three at random.
The door closed and the elevator car began to move. In several seconds it
stopped and the door opened. She quickly looked out and the hall was empty.
She exited and turned left and began walking quietly down the hall. She was
looking for a nurse, actually anyone would do. Two doors away a young nurse
stepped out of a patient’s room. The nurse saw the young woman and was
startled for a moment.
“Miss, may I help you? You realize that visiting hours are over?”
The young woman nodded and smiled. “Oh, yes, but I was looking for you.”
The nurse was confused. “You were looking for me?”
The young woman nodded then in a flash backhanded the nurse right into
the room she was exiting. The nurse flew into the room landing in a pile.
The patient, an elderly man opened his eyes. “Wha…what is going on?”
The blond woman walked to his bed and grabbed his head in both hands,
twisted, and snapped his neck. He died with a gurgle. Grabbing the unconscious
nurse, she dragged her into the bathroom where she quickly began stripping off
the nurse’s uniform.
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Excerpt: The Cool Story
Part 10 - Attack of Mystification
By Susan Torre and Andrew Levett
Original Story by Susan Torre
"More beer," Andrew yelled at a nearby waitress, while putting a ten dollar bill
in the panties of a dancing girl sitting on his lap.
The waitress looked at them and nodded her head to say she'll be back with it
in a second. She tried to pour some more beer through the tap at the bar, but
it's dry. So she walked out the back to change the barrels over and as the doors
closed behind her the lights go out and a voice says, "Nobody's gonna spoil us."
Suddenly she is knocked unconscious by that same person. She is then stripped
of her uniform which the other person put on.
"Thanks for the outfit," the other person said, who was woman, "You'd better
stay in here for a long time."
The mystery woman turns the lights and the hose at the barrel of beer back on
and goes out the front. She pours some beer for the guys and when no-one is
looking she puts some sleeping tonic in their beers. Then she walks over to their
table.
"Here are your beers guys," she said placing a tray of beers on the table.
Sam looks at the waitress and recognizes her face, but can't quite put a name
to her face.
"Do I know you?" he asks.
The waitress just turns away and heads back to the bar, leaving Sam pondering
who she is.
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Here are a couple of fantasy stories by someone called FemDoc that I copied from a now defunct yahoo group. I took the liberty of correcting some miss spelled words with my word processor.
Fantasy (1)
Natasha followed a female doctor
into an elevator and then thought
“Just what I need”. She watched
the white coated doctor
step out of the elevator on the
basement floor. She
then followed her discreetly.
Seeing her go into a locker room
she took out of her shoulder bag a
swab and then soaked it with
chloroform. Stepping in she closed
and locked the door.
The doctor was at the wash basins
washing her hands.
Natasha crept silently up behind
her and then pounced encircling her
left arm around the waist of the
doctor. Her right hand was then
free to force the swab over the
doctor's nose and mouth.
The doctor struggled frantically
but Natasha held on tightly
determined to have the doctor's
lab coat.
Within seconds the
powerful stupefying fumes had
overcome the doctor and she became
limp in Natasha's grip. Natasha
using her left hand whilst holding
the swab tightly in place
un-buttoned the doctor's white coat
and eased it off of her. As soon as
she had it she let go of the fool
who dropped to the floor with a
sickening thud.
Natasha eagerly pulled the lab coat
on, and It immediately made her feel
superior to others. She fastened
the detachable clip on buttons up
fully and then took out from her
shoulder bag a 9mm pistol and
fitted a silencer onto it.
She filled the extended magclip to
capacity and dropped the remaining
shells into her lab coat pocket and
then slid the clip back into the
pistol's butt.
She headed the fool on the floor
starting to stir......so she tilted
the gun back and exerted pressure
until the first shell entered the
breach. The effort of which made the
tip of her tongue poke thru her
lips.
As the fool got up off the floor
Natasha leveled the pistol and
shot her repeatedly.
Dull thuds filled the room.
She giggled as she bumped the fool
off.
Now she was the DOCTOR!
Natasha dragged the body of the ex-doctor over to the
laundry disposal chute and dropped her in. Tucking her
silenced pistol down the front of her lab coat she
unlocked the door and thrusting her hands into the
pockets
she strode off confidently along the hospital corridor
her high heels clicking on the tiled floor.
No one stopped her! After all she was a fully
qualified hospital doctor wearing a white coat in a
hospital!
She smiled a smile of complete confidence.
She was about to bump off her next "hit" within this
hospital without noise mess or fuss!
Stopping outside the door to the isolation ward >she
took out her silenced Luger and tipping it back she
****ed it and eased off the safety catch.
She entered a code into the door access system and
stepped in. The door closed silently behind her.
Pausing outside the nurse’s station she peeped around
the door and saw a nurse writing.
In one swift movement she stepped in and closed the
door.
The nurse jumped and turned to see the white coated
doctor.
"Sorry" grinned Natasha (who wasn't at all sorry) as
she shot the nurse repeatedly. The silencer performed
beautifully and allowed her to murder the nurse
without arousing any suspicion from the rest of the
ward.................
Now she could concentrate on her real
quarry..............
Fantasy (2)
The group of four women stepped
into the elevator on the ground
floor of the hospital. Just before
the doors closed two female doctors
stepped in. As soon as the doors
had closed and the elevator started
to move at a pre-arranged signal
the four pounced!
Pre-soaked swabs
dripping with chloroform were
thrust over the doctors mouths and
noses and out-numbered the two were
quickly over-come by the
stupefying fumes. They were
relieved of their clinical white
coats and rudely dropped to the
floor.
Two of the women donned
their lab coats and fastened their
clip on buttons up fully. Just then
however the doors opened and in
stepped two more female doctors
again clad in white coats. They did
not notice the two slumped women
behind the four on the floor. As
soon as the doors closed again
there was frantic activity as the
four used their swabs again to
relieve these next two doctors of
their lab coats!
Now that the four of them were now
clad in lab coats they showed their
true colors and took out their
silenced 9mm pistols and ****ing
them and checking silencers for
tightness they stood across the
elevator (to avoid blood splashing
onto their 'new' lab coats) and
enjoyably bumped the
four ex-doctors' off clinically
without noise mess or fuss!
The chloroform had been necessary
to obtain their disguises without
soiling them with slug holes and
blood stains!
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After All That We've Been Through
by Cat Who
She fairly flew down the stairs, determined to find the porter and at least get his name.
And she had to find out if...if...she gulped and nearly choked at the thought...if he had a
girlfriend already.
But where were the porters? They had been lined up so neartly before, standing in a row,
waiting to escort the guests to their seats, but now there was only empty space. She resisted
the urge to have a tantrum and forced herself to calm down. Of course, they wouldn't stand
there during the entire performance. That would be silly. No doubt there was an employee
lounge someplace where the porters were sitting around making fun of the opera guests.
Now she only had to find such a place.
But she couldn't get in there as she was. The petite girl knew that even without her crown,
her very clothing gave her away. She gazed thoughtfully at the woman's powder room, and
a ridiculous plan formed in her mind. As she walked over to the door, she casually picked up
a vase from a table, and hefted it in her hand.
She didn't have to wait long. Her dark dress allowed her to hide behind the door in the ladies
room without too much risk, and after making sure the powder room was empty, she walloped
the first female porter that looked about her size, and dragged the unconscious girl into a stall,
where she switched clothes. Tucking her blue hair under the cap, and slipping all her jewelry in
her pocket, the young girl made a mental apology and bonked the other girl one more time, to
make sure she stayed out for the entire performance.
Now, disguised and with a plan, the princess went out into the lobby again, to find her. . .prince?
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I don't know the author of this story excerpt. All I remember is that it came from some X-Files fan site.
Spirit Of Friendship
She arrived at her destination. The woman inside was something of a medical mystery, in a coma with no reason for her to be. She'd been instructed to check on her every half hour or so, to make sure everything was Ok. Her sister had been sitting with her for a while, but she'd gone to the cafeteria to get some food. May had warned her about the Lasagna and the coffee. She opened the door and stared in surprise. The woman was up and rooting through the closet. She held up a robe and tossed it aside. May came inside, closing the door behind her. "I think you need to get back into bed." she announced firmly moving towards the woman. The woman turned to face her. "Where are my clothes?" Her tone was angry. "I have to get out of here." May started to lead her back to the bed. "I'll get your clothes in a moment," she said, "Let's get back to bed shall we?" The woman stopped dead; for all her size May couldn't move her. She looked May up and down. "We're the same size." she stated. May started to reply, but the woman's hand suddenly around her throat cut off what she'd been about to say. The hand was hot, far hotter than it should be, almost stove temperature. She looked into the woman's eyes, no more than 4 feet away, and saw a brief flash of red deep inside the calm blue eyes. Fear exploded within her. "I'll take yours," The woman said in the same flat tone. "You won't be needing them."
Nurse Hannah Wray had been looking for her friend May to take their usual coffee break together. Stopping at the nurse’s station, she found out May had been assigned to check in on a new patient, Dana Scully, in room 362. Hoping to still catch her friend in room 362, Hannah hurried upstairs and found a scene that she would not soon forget. May, dressed only in her underwear, lying on the floor with her head at an unnatural angle. A security guard, slumped against the far wall, eyes open and unseeing. Another young woman with reddish hair, crumpled in front of a wheelchair. And an empty hospital bed.
Fools. A lighted doorway called to her. It seemed that some places still remained open, despite the lateness of the hour. Good. There would be sustenance aplenty inside. But she still had to do something about the clothes she wore; appropriate for getting out of the hospital they may have been, but within the... club she would stand out noticeably. And until she was strong enough, the last thing she wanted was to be noticed. She watched as a group of mortals left the club, laughing and joking amongst themselves. If what they were dressed in was normal for such places then the clothes she wore were not suitable for a place like that. She glanced down an alleyway, and saw with her enhanced vision, a girl propped up against one wall, sleeping. Her clothes were not ragged or dirty, and she seemed to be the same size. Waves of alcohol came off her; she doubted the girl would wake up if she exchanged their clothes. She moved forward into the alley.
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marl 109
Rachel was still thinking about the puzzling patient as she left the young man in the lobby and approached the patient's room. She still didn't know what was keeping 'Mary Doe' alive. Nor did she know what London wanted with her. Thus distracted, it took her a few seconds to realize that the bed was empty. The leather restraints that she'd used to strap down the patient's arms and legs were cut.
No, a closer inspection showed that they had been broken. But what --- or who --- could have done it? One of the nurses at their station out in the corridor would have told her if anybody had come in here. In confusion, she looked around the room.
The light came on. There was a soft rustle of cloth as a hand grasped the curtain and started to push it aside. A face quickly followed. A woman's face.
She felt a moment of panic upon seeing the golden hair on the woman's head. What was she to do? She considered going out the window behind her but immediately rejected the idea. The glass breaking would make too much noise, alerting the Velorian. And while she was falling helplessly, the Velorian would be free to use her flight abilities to recapture her. No, she couldn't escape out the window.
Not having been trained in unarmed combat as a Warrior Prime, she normally would not have stood and fought a Velorian Planetary Protector. Not voluntarily. Having no choice however, she did the only thing that she could do.
She would have to rely on the element of surprise and hope that it would give the edge necessary to defeat the Velorian. Even as the Velorian looked around for her, she left her hiding place and struck. Getting her arms around the Velorian from behind, she tried to bear her opponent to the floor. She was surprised at how easily she was able to bear her down to the floor.
It was too easy in fact, but she didn't dare to take the time to think about that. Instead, she tightened her arm around the blonde's throat, at the same time twisting the head. There was a muffled CRACK as the neck snapped.
She had done it! She had killed the Velorian Planetary Protector! Her first confrontation with one of the blonde *****es, and she had emerged victorious!
But was there only one Protector on this planet? Some planets had more. And if any of them came looking for their comrade...
She needed to get out of here. She also needed to try to cover her escape, to try to delay the pursuit as much as possible. With that thought in mind, she picked up the body of the dead Velorian and laid it on the bed.
As she laid the body on the bed, she felt her fingertips tingle. Rolling the body over to determine the cause, she saw a thin metal chain around the woman's neck. So that was why she had been able to defeat the Velorian so easily.
But why had she been wearing gold? Unless...
Of course! The Velorian was so much stronger than were the people around her. The ***** was wearing the gold so that she could avoid killing her sexual partners. She herself had occasionally worn gold in her play with the Betas under her command.
Leaving the chain alone for the time being, she began on the woman's clothes. Fortunately for her, the two of them were close enough in size. She quickly finished stripping the other woman of her clothes, a white coat over a pale blue blouse and a pair of dark blue slacks. Removing her own red uniform --- which she now noticed that they hadn't bothered to take from her --- she put on the other woman's clothes. A bit tight in the chest and a bit loose in the waist, but it was tolerable. The shoes however wouldn't fit, so she retained her own.
Laying the woman on the bed, she pulled the sheets over her. Tightly rolling her uniform into a small bundle, she tucked it into a pocket. As she did so, her fingers brushed across something attached to the outside of the pocket.
Taking it off, a quick examination revealed a small plastic rectangle with the woman's picture on it. Realizing that it was an identification device of some kind, she put it back on with the picture turned in.
As she looked around the room, her eyes fell on the bed and the covered body of the dead Velorian. On impulse she pulled back the sheets and removed the gold chain. Not wanting to touch it any more than was absolutely necessary, she quickly put it into a pocket.
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Dark Soul
Part 1
The nurse entered Laura's room to administer the second round of medication. The doctor had assured her that Ms Caine had been sedated, so she was surprised to see the patient not only awake, but out of her restraints. She barely had time to register her shock before a blur of movement caught her eye and a sharp pain in the back of her neck drew her into darkness.
Laura Caine quickly stripped the young nurse and slipped the white uniform on. She knew she only had minutes before the doctor, making his rounds, found the unconscious girl and put two and two together. She had to find Peter and get him out of this horrible place. Patting the uniform pocket, she felt reassuring weight of a set of keys, and smiled wickedly. She moved smoothly to the door and walked out of the room without a soul being the wiser.
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Chris and Eve Cheerleaders [a fan website for some TV soap opera]
Welcome to Chris and Eve Cheerleaders. Please enjoy your stay!!!
The ride to the airport was a short one which Eve greatly appreciated. Her position in the back of the car had been uncomfortable to say the least. After Chris had stepped out of the car, Eve waited a few moments before following him into the terminal. She watched Chris step into the airport with his head held high. She wanted to choke him right about now.
Eve watched the area closely, trying to decide how she might be able to get on board this flight. She watched a flight attendant walk through the airport and into the restroom. Eve knew exactly what she had to do as she followed the flight attendant inside.
Moments later, Eve emerged in the flight attendant's uniform. She crossed the terminal quickly and quietly before making her way through security and all the way to the gate. Once on board the plane, she avoided Chris by a blink of an eye. She saw him seated in first class and did her best to stay as far towards the back of the plane as she could manage.
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Excerpt: Desert Wind
Desert Wind - Chapter Five
By Sharon Best
Kartika shook off the effects of the Phalanx cannon shells as she found herself lying half conscious, huddled on a service deck at the base of the aircraft elevator. The cannon shells had impacted her head and shoulders as she glided toward the ship on her tiny wings, and if not for them being glancing glows, she would have been thrown a hundred yards backward and left floating in the middle of the gulf.
Still, the powerful shells had been enough to stun her. Looking up through the fireworks of her clouded vision, she saw several men guiding an aircraft onto the elevator platform above. Knowing it was going to come down to her level, she struggled to get back to her feet to stagger down the corridor on rubber legs.
The first person she met was a female Petty Officer, and Kartika quickly put her out of her misery with a crunching twist of her neck. Stripping off the dead woman's uniform, Kartika found that it almost fit her. The pants were a bit short; the blouse a bit tight for an Arion, but it was serviceable. Kartika stuffed the woman's body into a locker and bent the lock over itself so that it would take a cutting torch or saw to open it.
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Vampire vs. Nurse
I don't remember this story's title, and its no longer on the net.
Emerging from one of the wards, the blond haired nurse headed toward the elevator. Noticing the lit basement light above the doors, she pressed the button and began patiently waiting for it to reach the second floor.
Glancing back, she heard the doors open and entered, watching the doors close. Feeling the elevator rise and suddenly halt, she headed out as soon as the doors opened, hurrying onto the third floor. Halting halfway along, she got the feeling that someone was behind her. Turning rapidly, she stared at empty hallway.
Dismissing the feeling as paranoia at working in such an empty building, she entered the nurse's lounge. Passing a row of soft chairs, she approached the window, pausing between two potted plants. Glancing at the woods outside, she closed the long black curtains and headed to a row of lockers. Unlocking her locker, she saw a bouquet of flowers inside. Taking a card from the bouquet, she closed the locker and collapsed in one of the chairs. Laughing, she read the inscription, amused by what her boyfriend was planning for her birthday. Suddenly hearing the door close, she looked back and saw nothing. Rising slowly, she approached the door and tried turning the handle, confused that it being locked. Noticing the key was missing, she glanced round, assuming that someone was playing a birthday prank on her.
Seeing the curtain move slightly, she advanced rapidly, smiling with triumph. Opening the curtain, she peered behind it, discovering nothing. Laughing at her gullibility, she backed against the chair, trying to decide where the prankster was hiding. Grasping her throat tightly, Julian savagely ripped open her uniform. Exposing her neck, he brutally tore into her soft flesh, savoring the taste of her blood.
Concealing the naked corpse in the cabinet in the nurse's lounge, Julian folded the uniform, tucking it under his arm. Unlocking the door, he advanced into the empty passage, approaching the open elevator. Entering, he pressed the button for the basement. As the doors closed, he felt the elevator begin descending. Waiting for it to stop and the doors open, he hurried out toward the morgue. Stepping inside, he stared at the corpses, prowling the apparently empty room. Even through he couldn't immediately see her, his senses insisted that she was still here. "Melissa. You can come out."
Nervously emerging from a small storeroom behind him, Melissa tightly covered herself with the sheet, her voice trembling with fear. "I didn't want to hurt anyone."
Approaching her, Julian gave her the uniform. "Put this on."
Hesitantly accepting it, Melissa returned to the storeroom. Halting suddenly, she saw the blood on the collar, terror rising from the pit of her stomach. Slowly facing him, she realized what his answer would be, hoping he would not confirm her fears. "What did you do?"
Ignoring her question, Julian glanced at her calmly. "You need something to wear."
Frightened that it was not bothering him, Melissa looked at the blood, more horrified that she realized she did not care. "You murdered a nurse?"
Dispassionately, Julian approached her gently, wanting her to accept her new life. "It is no different from you slaughtering foxes. You had a craving that could only be satisfied by the death of those animals, there is no point in denying that hunger for the kill."
Dropping the sheet, Melissa hastily dressed, feeling excitement as the blood on the collar touched her flesh. Staring at him, she defiantly tried denying her growing indifference over the deaths. "That's different."
Closing his eyes, Julian paused, frustrated by her reluctance to acknowledge what she was. "No, foxes are inferior to humans and they are inferior to us. They are nothing more than food."
Disgusted by her apathy, Melissa frantically shook her head, focusing on her parents to try to make herself care. "I can't accept that."
Falling silent, Julian noticed the fear in Melissa's eyes as she heard footsteps outside, knowing that her thoughts were being dominated by wanting to kill. "We have to go."
Nervously buttoning the uniform, Melissa saw the door open. Feeling a surge of excitement, she felt her teeth lengthening. Watching the hospital attendant push a trolley into the room, she reacted instantly. Crashing into him brutally, Melissa knocked him savagely to the floor, smashing her clenched fist against his head. Not wanting to deny her desire, she savagely tore open his throat, enjoying the blood gushing into her mouth. Eagerly gulping down the blood, she felt the attendant becoming still, her pleasure fading as she looked at what she had done. Fearfully tearing her teeth out of his flesh, she backed away rapidly, staring at the lifeless body. She realized she no longer felt any remorse, terrified by what she had become.
Grabbing her arm, Julian pulled her toward the door. "We can't stay."
Obsessively wiping the blood from her lips, Melissa slowly turned toward him, trying to feel disgusted that she wanted more. Making the decision, she suddenly ran past him and out through the door, desperately focusing on her family and friends. Following her quickly, Julian hurried along the passage, hoping to stop her from doing something rash. Almost reaching the elevator, he watched the doors close, seeing Melissa fearfully crouched in the corner.
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The Keys to the Star Affair
by M. H. E. Priest
Since leaving U.N.C.L.E.-Cairo to go to the airport, both agents scanned their surroundings for anything or anyone suspicious.
They were once again armed with U.N.C.L.E. Specials and other odds and ends that might prove useful. Napoleon Solo had
already secreted away on his person the various devices he had chosen from the armory. Illya Kuryakin carried his booty in a
small knapsack, along with the materials for a few dressing changes. He was also equipped with a standard U.N.C.L.E. defense
cane, since Napoleon had insisted he use one since he would move faster with it and he would likely have less pain. Begrudgingly,
Illya had consented to its use, knowing Napoleon was right and it was obvious to everyone that even without the cane that he was
physically compromised. Illya had spent some time making a few alterations to it while his tall, dark, and insatiable partner flirted
with the young, nubile, Egyptian woman in charge of weapons inventory.
Both agents were relieved to finally get out of the taxi and enter the airport. Napoleon spotted the correct ticket counter first, got
Illya's attention, and motioned for him to follow. They continued to scan, but noticed nothing unusual. The uniformed woman behind
the counter, to Napoleon's surprise and delight, was Oriental, not Egyptian. She was quite attractive, so he decided to handle the
transaction and let Illya stand watch.
"Good day," the CEA began, "I believe you are holding two tickets on the next flight to Venice, Italy, for me and my companion."
"Names, please?" She spoke English with a British accent. And her dark eyes surveyed the man in front of her counter closely.
"Uh, Solo and Kuryakin, Miss…" he glanced at her name badge, "…Tanaka." He smiled directly into her eyes.
She looked away from him while she leafed through a small stack of papers. Presently, she pulled out a sheaf of papers.
"Here we are. Two tickets, coach, to Venice with a brief lay-over in Rome." With the pretty ticket agent's emphasis on "lay-over,"
Napoleon began to regret he could carry this flirtation just so far. "Do you have any luggage to check?"
"Not this time, Miss Tanaka. Perhaps next time in your wonderful city, I will plan for a longer stay." Without warning, Solo felt a
sharp nudge in his ribs. Instantly, his right hand slid under the left side of his jacket and pulled his gun halfway out while he turned
to identify the threat.
The threat was Illya and his cane. "Get on with it. We'll miss our aeroplane."
The ticket agent smiled sweetly. "He's right, you know, Mr. Solo. Your airplane is boarding now."
Solo slid the gun firmly back into its holster and tugged his suit jacket into place. He glared at Illya, but was smiling seductively
by the time his gaze fell upon Miss Tanaka once more. "It has been a pleasure doing business with, my dear. I hope to see you
again soon."
"I'm sure you will, Mr. Solo," she almost purred as she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. She held out the tickets, which he
took, making sure to let his fingers brush against hers.
Kuryakin prodded his partner with the cane again. "Will you come on! We'll have to run for it as it is."
As Solo sprinted for the gate with Illya limping madly behind him by a few paces, Miss Tanaka watched. Once they were out of sight,
she gave the woman's body that had been crammed underneath the counter one more kick with her pointy-toed shoe, more out of
sheer meanness than reassurance that she - the real ticket agent - was still dead. Miss Tanaka made her way to a telephone booth,
dialed a long series of numbers, and said to the voice that only answered with a "Yes?", "This is Agent 43. The men from U.N.C.L.E.
are on their way to Rome. The skinny one has an injured leg." She hung up without waiting for a reply. She then removed the uniform
jacket, turned it inside out, put it back on, and finally sauntered out of the Cairo airport. She laughed when she saw the growing line
at the ticket counter.
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The Gods Are To Blame
by Alexis Pryce
The young nurse pushed the cart down the tranquilly decorated halls of the second floor of the hospital. She frowned at her outfit: white nursing shoes and a set of scrubs with pastels splattered in the shapes of teddy bears throughout the ensemble.
'Really', she thought to herself, 'did you have to pick the nurse with the worst fashion sense ever?' She continued pushing the cart until she stopped at room 118, Winifred Gunn's room. Taking a quick look around, the blonde nurse pulled up her mask and dropped the powdery white substance into the tall glass of orange juice. She placed the empty vial in her pocket and mixed the drink well before carrying the dinner tray into the room.
"Here we are..." said the pretty nurse as she brought the tray to Fred.
The young mother smiled. "Thanks," she looked up to meet with the woman's sparkling green eyes, a spark of recognition igniting in her memory. "Wait...have we met before?"
The tall nurse stopped for a moment and looked at Wesley, then Fred.
"Yes, I do believe I have seen you somewhere else also." Wesley removed his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt.
Thoughts, no...excuses raced through her head. She tugged at the ill-fitting garments that she wore, which were short in comparison to her immense height. Her mother had always advised her to become a model when she was a child. "Well, I work around the hospital...usually in pediatrics." She smiled, "Maybe I've tended to your other little ones."
Wesley re-placed his glasses upon his nose and blinked. He turned a slight pink color. "Oh...we...this is our first. But maybe on a visit with my nephew Connor."
The nurse grinned and placed the tray in front of Fred. "Well, good luck with this one." She turned around, dropping something into Wesley's bag, which nobody noticed. She gently closed the door behind her as she left with the cart, rolling with a squeaky wheel down the hallway.
Once she was safely out of the room, Wesley took a long look at Fred.
She reached for her orange juice, remembering the doctor's insistence that she drink plenty of healthy fluids.
Wesley reached up and stopped her hand. Fred turned and ****ed an eyebrow in question.
"Wait..."
* * *
The nurse pulled off her uniform and shook her long blonde hair from the ponytail which held it in confinement. She looked down at the unconscious nurse who lay on the sanitary floor of the broom closet.
"Thanks, babes." She grinned and slung her purse over her shoulder as she headed out of the building.
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Loyalty, Liberty, Integrity XI
By FsLtErikaA
As the passengers and crew disembarked from the shuttle they slowly looked
up at the great expanses of 228's docking complex. This was the true power
of 228. There was sufficient airlocks for at least three dozen starships and
numerous smaller craft, Starfleet Proper used a half dozen of the thirty
docking rings with an additional ten in use by Intelligence and three in use
by research and development. The remainder were used by civilian and
commercial traffic. Erika knew that in the Intelligence area, subsections
twenty-one through ninety-seven, was her objective and it was with that in
mind that she followed an intelligence officer she spotted as soon as she
disembarked. When they reached a quiet part of the station she grabbed the
woman from behind, cutting off blood flow to the brain. After a few moments
the woman went limp Erika dragged her into a cargo bay and quickly stripped
off the woman's uniform. She pulled the uniform on and noted that it was a
little big, but she'd get by. She took the science uniform she'd only
recently taken off and tore the sleeves into strips. She bound the woman's
hands and feet before covering her mouth with a piece of the cloth and tying
it behind her head. She left her there in a corner of the cargo bay, they'd
find her the next day or the day after when they came to offload the cargo.
Erika returned to the hallway in the woman's uniform with her comm badge and
her side arm. She retrieved the phaser rifle from near the door on the way
out and began to make her way towards the Intelligence portion of the complex
whistling softly to herself.
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Shadows Are Security
By As I Lay Dying
The Remnants
Chapter Four
The door to Victoria’s room was closed. Obviously the doctors wanted her to have her privacy since she was a girl. Victoria has always been stereotyped like that for as long as she could remember. It really pisses her off when men think she’s too weak to play some sport or too fragile to carry all those heavy books. Even when she started becoming a woman, it got worse. Just because they have a **** they think they have the power of a god.
Victoria did her best to avoid contact with any and all males. She’s been called every name there is for a lesbian which didn’t help much with her current social status. She could care less about her social standing and what other people say! She’s done it this far and nothing bad so far as happened. Then the fact that she’s in the hospital comes up.
Whenever something goes wrong, Victoria always resorts to exercising. In her case, things go badly almost every day. She would start off with sixty to eighty push ups in two minute timeslots. After that she moves on to seventy sit ups and thirty pull ups if there was a strong enough pole in the vicinity. If all girls would resort to exercise to solve their problems instead of self-mutilation, binge eating, or starvation then everything would be fine. People who do that stuff really gets Victoria’s blood boiling. To her the human body is a work of art, especially the body of the nurse who helped her bathe not too long ago.
If you haven’t had figured it out yet, Victoria is really a lesbian. Now don’t be scared or grossed out by this! You’d go running to girls if you were treated the same way as Victoria. And the first time she found out, it was like twenty birthdays topped off by a nice banana sundae covered in thick creamy caramel! It all started when she typed the wrong address for a website one day but let’s don’t go too deep into that rabbit hole.
But then there was that Ryan guy. Even if Victoria hadn’t had known him for so long, she could tell he was different then all of the other guys she had known. Not like that stupid vampire Vincent! He had pervert written all over himself! He was just like the other guys Victoria had the “fortune” of knowing. Then there’s Rene, but he’s too damn quiet to know what his function is.
Best of all, Ryan had the same love for comics just like her! No one would’ve known the most appreciated way of explaining what necromancy was. He must’ve owned a few copies of “Nightfall” and “Gothic Underground”. How cool would that be? A guy who’s nice, loves comics, and is pretty cute to boot.
But Victoria did remember that she liked girls and would never go against her promise. There was always Caitlyn who was checking her out in Drawing and Sketching earlier that day. She had that sweet and innocent look that she had always wanted in a girl. She also had that body that would make the perfect of gentlemen cream their pants at first glance. Even if she was fully dressed! Now she was sounding like a pervert but who cares!? It’s the truth! Besides, she would’ve never settled for being the submissive in a relationship. Victoria was a take charge kind of girl.
Victoria got up from her bed and walked over to the mirror placed next to the door. She undid her hospital gown and let it drop to the floor. The cool air had already gone through her body, making her shiver. She cupped her breasts to keep them warm and looked at her abs. They were forming pretty well after only four months of vigorous exercise. She turned around and examined the black tattoo of a bat in a bizarre tribal design. It was just as she thought. Whatever that psychic girl did, it activated her inner vampire. The bat had already gone from its original black to crimson. She knew she had to feed on someone now.
“Hmm…that cheerleader looks pretty tasty right about now,” whispered Victoria.
“What’s going in here?” asked a nurse who walked inside.
She blushed at the sight of Victoria’s body and was about to leave. Victoria grabbed her and pulled her in. The nurse tried screaming, but her voice was muffled by Victoria’s hand over her mouth.
“You’re about the right size for me,” said Victoria.
The nurse could only scream as Victoria dragged her into the bathroom. You could hear her struggling behind the closed doors. Her screams were still muffled and unanswered. After a few seconds, everything went quiet. Then Victoria walked out in a nurse uniform. The nude woman, covered in bruises, was lying unconscious on the cold tiled floor. With a quick swipe over the nurse’s nametag, the picture and name had changed to Victoria’s. Now it was time for something better than hospital food.
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SIN CITY (Mature) Basin City Adventures
post by mappy
Kirsty reaches the hospital and walks in the rear entrance. A policeman looks at her and immediately reaches for his gun. "Fre.. ooomp."
Kirsty kicks him between the legs and knees his face as he bends over. Seeing that no one else is around, she drags the unconscious cop into a storage room.
As she starts to strip the policeman, she removed a few keys on his belt. "Wait this guy is too fat. I can't fit in that uniform, I can't do anything thing if they all recognize me. I need to find another disguise."
Kirsty walks towards the toilets and sees an old cop emerging from the men's room. She puts her hand under his throat and squeezed. The cop was surprised and tries to struggle, as Kirsty brings him back to the men's room. Kirsty tightens the grip as he paws harmlessly at her and went limp. Kirsty places him in a cuibicle, locks the door and climbs out. "Man this one is too fat too!"
As Kirsty exits the men's room, she sees a nurse that is about her size. She smiles and follows her into the ladies' room.
A nurse walks past an old security guard into the drug storage. In the storage, she got a tray and places a few syringes in it. She gots to the tranquilizer section and fills the syringes up.
"I'll have to see..." Before the guard could finish his sentence, the nurse jabs a syringe in his neck and squeezes. The guard slumps on the table. "Wow this is some strong stuff!"
"Where can I find the first old cop that was sent here for getting beaten up in old town?"
"Room 303" A nurse at the desk looks up and sees Kirsty in a Nurse uniform, "Hey who..." Kirsty jabs the tranqulizers in her neck and puts her out cold.
Room 303, Kirsty enters and sees the old cop asleep on the bed and a fat cop sitting in the chair beside him reading a magazine. "Excuse me officer, can you help me?" Kirsty whispered.
The fat cop gets up and places the magazine on the chair as Kirsty goes behind him covers his mouth and jobs another syringe in his neck. She place him slowly down on the chair again.
Kirsty takes her last syringe and injects it in the old cop. She loads him in a wheelchair and pushes him out of the hospital.
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Delta Green
By kinnygraham
They were just beginning to assess their options, when Hackett received a frantic call from Taylor at the hospital ‘Oh Jeez, you’d better get here – it’s Colm. He’s gone…. I mean he’s dead… I’ve never seen anything like it. I can’t….You’d better get here and see for yourself !’ Hackett took him at his word, hanging up and racing to the hospital with DeVere and O’Connor.
A pale faced security guard was waiting for them outside – and saying very little, he took them up the stairs to the third floor where Colm had been sleeping. Through the door from the stairwell, they were immediately struck by the stench of cooked or burned meat. Taylor stood pale in the doorway to the room with his eyes fixed on the bed. Pushing past him, the three agents saw a male doctor in the corner of the room comforting a nurse who was sobbing in his arms.
The foul stench they’d detected – smoking or burned meat - hung heavy in the air. The air was thick with it. Colm’s body, or what was visible, was a blackened skeleton – the skull a dark red death’s head on to which the plastic of his oxygen mask had clearly melted. Bizarrely, the bedclothes seemed relatively unscathed – though there were some marks on the sheets near where his arms where it looked as if the blackened skin had sloughed off. All of them were shocked by the sight – but managed to maintain an air of professionalism. They asked Taylor what had happened. He reported that the first thing went wrong was when the nurse started screaming in Colm’s room – she’d been in checking on him and she’d flipped out. Taylor has looked in right away and Colm was burning – there was smoke pouring out of him from everywhere and the skin was blistering up. He might not have came round – but his body was squirming all
the same during it. He’d shouted for help and sent the guard right away for a doctor, but there was nothing he could do when he arrived. Colm burned up right there in front of them – but the bedclothes were hardly damaged!
Hackett tried to interview the nurse, but she didn’t seem able to respond and barely acknowledged his questions as she clung to the doctor. Hackett asked Taylor to take her outside and turned to the medical man for his opinion – what did he make of it ? The doctor was at a loss – he’d never seen anything like it. He’d heard about Spontaneous Human Combustion before and there had to be similarities here – but had never given it any serious thought until now. He would have to wait and see a post-mortem he added, passing the buck for such an inexplicable event on to the poor schmuck who would have to deal with this.
While this was going on, DeVere put in a discrete call to Alphonse and left a message with an update. O’Connor closely scrutinized the body – but could see nothing further that shed any light.
Taylor appeared back in the room doorway – holding a cup of coffee. ‘Where’s the nurse?’ he asked. They stared at him, momentarily puzzled. ‘I left her in an office down the hall to get this – she’s not there. I figured she was back here with you guys.’
The three agents spilled out of the room – ‘Find her!’ screamed Hackett. DeVere headed for the stairwell – aiming to get to reception. O’Connor headed upwards – in case she headed in that direction. Hackett
got her name from the baffled doctor and arranged for a message to be sent out to hospital security –
Nurse ‘Anna Kowalsky was to be located immediately and stopped from leaving the building. A search for her was soon under way when DeVere and O’Connor had to report that they couldn’t find her.
Twenty minutes later they got a call from security. Anna Kowalsky’s dead body had been located in a cleaning cupboard in the hospital basement, wearing nothing but her underwear. The strange thing was that the guy who’d found her had said she was cold, like marble, like she’d been dead for at least a couple of hours – or more.
We kicked off the session where we left it last time - with some very confused and confounded agents in a hospital in downtown New York.
Stephen Colm was dead - apparently the victim of Spontaneous Human Combustion. A female nurse, who had been identified as being in his room at the time of his death, had been missing for approximately 30 minutes - but now her body had been found in the basement of the hospital and according to initial reports they were getting from security seemed as if she had been dead for several hours at least. The rest of the Review members were back at the Marriott under the supervision of the remainder of the rookie surveillance team
DeVere and O'Connor decide to leave things at the hospital to Hackett and the rookie Taylor - instead heading out to a police precinct near JFK to check out the report that the body of their unknown assailant from yesterday had been stolen from the coroner's morgue.
An interesting conversation ensued [with some entertainingly good role playing from the two players. Each gap in the conversation was punctuated by the players turning down the car radio to make their point and then turning it up to let the other character digest what had been said]. DeVere had been inducted into the Delta Green conspiracy after his last case - a catalogue of murder and mayhem in the Arizona desert - so at least he knew to expect the unexpected. But O'Connor was out on a limb here. His co-operation in all the
law breaking that had taken place had been at the express request of his Uncle, a senior figure in the DEA and O'Connor's career mentor. He was completely in the dark - and the mysterious events of the last 24 hours were challenging his worldview in ways that he was not expecting.
His first question was about the 'third person' who had been in the disused shop yesterday. There had been Colm. There had been Linz. And after all the 'mumbo-jumbo stuff', he'd heard a new voice. Yet Hackett and DeVere - who'd gone in straight after - had mentioned nothing about any third person. Why? And then there was Colm going up like a firework, the dead nurse - oh and the guy who'd tried to run him down yesterday. Just what in hell was going on?
DeVere countered with a question from left field. Did O'Connor believe in aliens? What the hell did that? Have to do with anything? DeVere responded that it was a good way of assessing whether someone had an open mind. O'Connor fumed for a minute and then allowed that he could believe in the theoretical possibility of other forms of life - but not 'little green men'. Ok, but you've accepted something very strange as a possibility. How about ghosts? 'Because the third voice was a ghost' he said...and let it hang. 'Two months ago, a corpse tried to kill me. Yesterday, I saw a ghost. Welcome to my world. These things happened - you can either accept it, or reject it. But they happened.' The rest of the journey was made in silence.
At the police station they learned that the police captain that O'Connor had dealt with yesterday was over looking at the break in at the coroner's office. O'Connor took the time to go to the car pound and retrieve his concealed bug from Colm's car - which had ended up there after being abandoned by Colm yesterday. The stolen taxi was there as well, and O'Connor checked in with the techs and learned that they had found nothing unusual.
DeVere got a call from Hackett at this point and Hackett was able to confirm that he'd seen the dead nurse and it indeed looked as if she'd been strangled, that she'd been dead a while and that her uniform was missing leaving her just in her underwear. He'd learned that she usually drove in from New Jersey - and that her car was missing from the staff parking area. He'd arranged for an APB to be put out on it.
Right at this time however, Hackett and Taylor were on their way to Colm's partment building. Not to look at Colm's place though - they were going to look for Mrs. Golwyn, his elderly neighbor. Seemed Colm's dog, 'Bernard', had been found dead with its neck broken - stuffed into a waste bin next to the corpse of the dead nurse. The dog's carcass was lying on top of what appeared to be female clothing - the kind of things an old woman would wear. They all recalled that Mrs. Golwyn had shown up with that morning with Bernard - trying to see Colm. Hackett wasn't sure what this meant - but was sure that this didn't bode well.....He'd be back in touch.
Hackett had one final piece of intelligence. He'd reviewed the hospital surveillance tapes and sure enough, Mrs. Golwyn was filmed with Bernard at reception talking to one of the staff - who then made the call that DeVere had received requesting pemission for her to see Colm. The tape showed the receptionist telling her that she's not allowed to go up. Hackett had pieced together what had happened next from the footage and from some calls to the relevant staff. Mrs Golwyn had then asked to see the nurse who was dealing with 'poor Mr Colm' and had had patiently waited on her to come down to reception. This was the nurse who was later found dead. When she met up with Mrs Golwyn, the two conversed briefly and then the old lady, apparently confused, wandered off in the direction of a door leading to the basement - with the nurse behind her trying to call her back as she went through the door. The next time the nurse had been witnessed alive had been when she entered Colm’s room ...And the most baffling thing about all this was that Mrs Golwyn should have been lying dead in her apartment at the time she appeared at reception. A preliminary forensics indicated that she had been strangled about 8 - 12 hours before....
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Koopa Kid Trip to Earth, Episode Two: Italy
From Lemmy's Campfire Tales
One game of One Potato, Two Potato later, the Koopalings and Susan are on a plane with a familiar crate and certain Italian nation in mind. The plane also has one of those neat little lifelike monkey decals
with all the fur on the left wheel.
Roy: Stupid flight attendents... Hey, can I get some service here?
Flight Attendant: Just a moment, sir...
Roy: Gah... This is taking too long!
Roy grabs Iggy and heads for the toilet.
Iggy: Hey!
Roy: Shut up!
Roy shoves Iggy's head in the toilet so that his hair becomes limp and hangs down.
Roy: Wait here...
Iggy: *bubbling noise*
Roy goes outside and and grabs one of the flight attendants, knocks her out, steals her uniform, and hides her in the overhead luggage compartment before going back to Iggy.
Roy: Put these on!
Iggy: No way! They smell like flowers!
Roy: Put them on, or you'll smell like roadkill!
Iggy: Ulp...
A few minutes later, Iggy had put on the jacket, skirt, stupid little hat, and high-heeled shoes of the flight attendant.
Roy: Oh right... The other one didn't have rainbow hair... Oh, I know!
Roy breaks a bottle of black ink over Iggy's head.
Roy: Okay Miss Can-I-Help-You-Sir? Go in there and get me some eats!
Iggy: This will never work...
Roy holds up a fist.
Iggy: Ok, ok!
Roy: Oh, hang on...
Roy squeezes the contents of a helium balloon down Iggy's throat.
Iggy: (squeaky voice) Hey!
Roy: Oh, how could I forget..
Roy pulls a makeup case out of the flight attendant's pocket and puts it on Iggy... badly.
Roy: Ok, that's perfect... erm...
Roy looks at the nametag.
Roy: Yeah Lucy, that's perfect. Now get out there!
Roy shoves Iggy out of the bathroom and towards the flight attendant's area.
Darlean: Hey Lucy- OH my GOSH! What happened to your face?!
Iggy: Um, there was an accident in the bathroom...
Darlean: I must say... I mean your face almost looks like that of a turtle.
Iggy makes a desperate face in Roy's direction but is only met with some fist-making gestures.
Iggy: Uh, maybe I should get the foodstuffs.
Darlean: You can't go out there in that condition. Here, let me help you fix that makeup on your face.
Iggy: No, really, I insist.
Darlean: Oh pish-posh. You're coming with me and that's final.
Darlean drags Iggy by the collar to the back room.
Roy: Hey! What about my drinks?!
Darlean: First, we'll hafta get rid of this first makeup job.
Iggy: I'm not sure if you want to do that...
Darlean: Don't be silly!
Darlean then begins to wash off Iggy's makeup, revealing his face.
Darlean: AHH!!!
Darlean comes rushing out, warning all the passengers and throwing Iggy off of the plane.
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The Zodiac of the PRA - The Prequel
by Jenny Tran
Chapter 33
Family Reunion
“So, is he still breathing?” Hung Gor asked coolly when the two returned.
Ah Gam shook his head “Someone came so we had to run.”
“Reina, this is unlike you to not finish a job.” He said with a tone of disappointment.
She knew what he meant. From the moment she was trained, she had never failed a mission. Reina stiffened her face, she wasn’t about to start then “I’ll finish it.” She said firmly and turned her back to leave the room.
Hung Gor’s lips curled upwards “That’s my girl.” He nodded to Ah Gam “You can learn a thing or two from her. But then again, you’re still new and I like you, kid. Though, you don’t look tough enough.” He waved a hand at Bear “Get him a streak job. Gold streaks.”
Reina pushed through the door and hopped into a cab “Yan Sum Hospital.” When the cab arrived at the entrance, she paid him quickly and got out, her hands inside her coat jacket as she passed the double glass doors. She spotted the policemen taking a coffee break. Taking the freight elevator, she made her way to the top floor where she knew patients were kept in carefully watched rooms by cops.
She got out and found a nurse, who was carrying a tray “Miss, you don’t belong—”
Reina pulled out the gun and pointed to her head. The nurse widened her eyes as she dropped the tray from her fingers, in which Reina caught with the palm of her hand “Go in there.” She pointed to the janitor room. She had no intention of killing the nurse “Strip.” She ordered.
A moment later, Reina emerged from the janitorial room with her new pink uniform. Her hat carefully placed over the bun she hastily tied together. In her hands was the same tray the now unconscious nurse was holding. She saw a container with a liquid medicine, a cup with a pill inside and a needle. She walked by two officers standing guard, they turned to her with skeptical eyes “I’m sorry.” She smiled apologetically “I’m new here, but can you tell me where Cheung Yat Fu’s room is?”
One of the officers was quickly taken with the pretty face “1009. That way.” He pointed down further to the left.
Reina flashed him a brilliant smile “Thank you officer.”
“Call me Denny.” The male responded with the same like smile, which earned a jab from his partner.
Her smile faded as she got closer and the cop standing guard gave her a quick glance up and down “What is that?” he nodded sternly. Before she had a chance to answer, he was already picking through the items on the tray.
“Medicine to relax his tense body and the shot is a pain reliever.”
“Pain reliever?” the cop turned his head suspiciously “They didn’t say a pain reliever was prescribed.”
Reina smiled “The doctor changed his mind at the last minute. I mean, I would want something to relieve my pain if I was shot in each leg.”
Hearing that she knew of the details, he lowered his barrier “Fine. Make it quick.” He opened the locked door and allowed her inside.
She moved with silent footsteps, close enough to see the twitching in his eye. Placing the tray on the table, she picked up the needle and read the directions on the bottle of medicine. Extremely dangerous if injected entire bottle “Perfect.” She snickered and filled the needle with the dose. She followed the IV tube and shot the substance into the water connected directly into his bloodstream “Have a nice sleep.” She whispered before leaving with the tray. Calmly, she entered the elevator and rode down to the bottom floor.
Excerpt: Desert Wind
Desert Wind - Chapter Five
By Sharon Best
Kartika shook off the effects of the Phalanx cannon shells as she found herself lying half conscious, huddled on a service deck at the base of the aircraft elevator. The cannon shells had impacted her head and shoulders as she glided toward the ship on her tiny wings, and if not for them being glancing glows, she would have been thrown a hundred yards backward and left floating in the middle of the gulf.
Still, the powerful shells had been enough to stun her. Looking up through the fireworks of her clouded vision, she saw several men guiding an aircraft onto the elevator platform above. Knowing it was going to come down to her level, she struggled to get back to her feet to stagger down the corridor on rubber legs.
The first person she met was a female Petty Officer, and Kartika quickly put her out of her misery with a crunching twist of her neck. Stripping off the dead woman's uniform, Kartika found that it almost fit her. The pants were a bit short; the blouse a bit tight for an Arion, but it was serviceable. Kartika stuffed the woman's body into a locker and bent the lock over itself so that it would take a cutting torch or saw to open it.
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Vampire vs. Nurse
I don't remember this story's title, and its no longer on the net.
Emerging from one of the wards, the blond haired nurse headed toward the elevator. Noticing the lit basement light above the doors, she pressed the button and began patiently waiting for it to reach the second floor.
Glancing back, she heard the doors open and entered, watching the doors close. Feeling the elevator rise and suddenly halt, she headed out as soon as the doors opened, hurrying onto the third floor. Halting halfway along, she got the feeling that someone was behind her. Turning rapidly, she stared at empty hallway.
Dismissing the feeling as paranoia at working in such an empty building, she entered the nurse's lounge. Passing a row of soft chairs, she approached the window, pausing between two potted plants. Glancing at the woods outside, she closed the long black curtains and headed to a row of lockers. Unlocking her locker, she saw a bouquet of flowers inside. Taking a card from the bouquet, she closed the locker and collapsed in one of the chairs. Laughing, she read the inscription, amused by what her boyfriend was planning for her birthday. Suddenly hearing the door close, she looked back and saw nothing. Rising slowly, she approached the door and tried turning the handle, confused that it being locked. Noticing the key was missing, she glanced round, assuming that someone was playing a birthday prank on her.
Seeing the curtain move slightly, she advanced rapidly, smiling with triumph. Opening the curtain, she peered behind it, discovering nothing. Laughing at her gullibility, she backed against the chair, trying to decide where the prankster was hiding. Grasping her throat tightly, Julian savagely ripped open her uniform. Exposing her neck, he brutally tore into her soft flesh, savoring the taste of her blood.
Concealing the naked corpse in the cabinet in the nurse's lounge, Julian folded the uniform, tucking it under his arm. Unlocking the door, he advanced into the empty passage, approaching the open elevator. Entering, he pressed the button for the basement. As the doors closed, he felt the elevator begin descending. Waiting for it to stop and the doors open, he hurried out toward the morgue. Stepping inside, he stared at the corpses, prowling the apparently empty room. Even through he couldn't immediately see her, his senses insisted that she was still here. "Melissa. You can come out."
Nervously emerging from a small storeroom behind him, Melissa tightly covered herself with the sheet, her voice trembling with fear. "I didn't want to hurt anyone."
Approaching her, Julian gave her the uniform. "Put this on."
Hesitantly accepting it, Melissa returned to the storeroom. Halting suddenly, she saw the blood on the collar, terror rising from the pit of her stomach. Slowly facing him, she realized what his answer would be, hoping he would not confirm her fears. "What did you do?"
Ignoring her question, Julian glanced at her calmly. "You need something to wear."
Frightened that it was not bothering him, Melissa looked at the blood, more horrified that she realized she did not care. "You murdered a nurse?"
Dispassionately, Julian approached her gently, wanting her to accept her new life. "It is no different from you slaughtering foxes. You had a craving that could only be satisfied by the death of those animals, there is no point in denying that hunger for the kill."
Dropping the sheet, Melissa hastily dressed, feeling excitement as the blood on the collar touched her flesh. Staring at him, she defiantly tried denying her growing indifference over the deaths. "That's different."
Closing his eyes, Julian paused, frustrated by her reluctance to acknowledge what she was. "No, foxes are inferior to humans and they are inferior to us. They are nothing more than food."
Disgusted by her apathy, Melissa frantically shook her head, focusing on her parents to try to make herself care. "I can't accept that."
Falling silent, Julian noticed the fear in Melissa's eyes as she heard footsteps outside, knowing that her thoughts were being dominated by wanting to kill. "We have to go."
Nervously buttoning the uniform, Melissa saw the door open. Feeling a surge of excitement, she felt her teeth lengthening. Watching the hospital attendant push a trolley into the room, she reacted instantly. Crashing into him brutally, Melissa knocked him savagely to the floor, smashing her clenched fist against his head. Not wanting to deny her desire, she savagely tore open his throat, enjoying the blood gushing into her mouth. Eagerly gulping down the blood, she felt the attendant becoming still, her pleasure fading as she looked at what she had done. Fearfully tearing her teeth out of his flesh, she backed away rapidly, staring at the lifeless body. She realized she no longer felt any remorse, terrified by what she had become.
Grabbing her arm, Julian pulled her toward the door. "We can't stay."
Obsessively wiping the blood from her lips, Melissa slowly turned toward him, trying to feel disgusted that she wanted more. Making the decision, she suddenly ran past him and out through the door, desperately focusing on her family and friends. Following her quickly, Julian hurried along the passage, hoping to stop her from doing something rash. Almost reaching the elevator, he watched the doors close, seeing Melissa fearfully crouched in the corner.
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The Keys to the Star Affair
by M. H. E. Priest
Since leaving U.N.C.L.E.-Cairo to go to the airport, both agents scanned their surroundings for anything or anyone suspicious.
They were once again armed with U.N.C.L.E. Specials and other odds and ends that might prove useful. Napoleon Solo had
already secreted away on his person the various devices he had chosen from the armory. Illya Kuryakin carried his booty in a
small knapsack, along with the materials for a few dressing changes. He was also equipped with a standard U.N.C.L.E. defense
cane, since Napoleon had insisted he use one since he would move faster with it and he would likely have less pain. Begrudgingly,
Illya had consented to its use, knowing Napoleon was right and it was obvious to everyone that even without the cane that he was
physically compromised. Illya had spent some time making a few alterations to it while his tall, dark, and insatiable partner flirted
with the young, nubile, Egyptian woman in charge of weapons inventory.
Both agents were relieved to finally get out of the taxi and enter the airport. Napoleon spotted the correct ticket counter first, got
Illya's attention, and motioned for him to follow. They continued to scan, but noticed nothing unusual. The uniformed woman behind
the counter, to Napoleon's surprise and delight, was Oriental, not Egyptian. She was quite attractive, so he decided to handle the
transaction and let Illya stand watch.
"Good day," the CEA began, "I believe you are holding two tickets on the next flight to Venice, Italy, for me and my companion."
"Names, please?" She spoke English with a British accent. And her dark eyes surveyed the man in front of her counter closely.
"Uh, Solo and Kuryakin, Miss…" he glanced at her name badge, "…Tanaka." He smiled directly into her eyes.
She looked away from him while she leafed through a small stack of papers. Presently, she pulled out a sheaf of papers.
"Here we are. Two tickets, coach, to Venice with a brief lay-over in Rome." With the pretty ticket agent's emphasis on "lay-over,"
Napoleon began to regret he could carry this flirtation just so far. "Do you have any luggage to check?"
"Not this time, Miss Tanaka. Perhaps next time in your wonderful city, I will plan for a longer stay." Without warning, Solo felt a
sharp nudge in his ribs. Instantly, his right hand slid under the left side of his jacket and pulled his gun halfway out while he turned
to identify the threat.
The threat was Illya and his cane. "Get on with it. We'll miss our aeroplane."
The ticket agent smiled sweetly. "He's right, you know, Mr. Solo. Your airplane is boarding now."
Solo slid the gun firmly back into its holster and tugged his suit jacket into place. He glared at Illya, but was smiling seductively
by the time his gaze fell upon Miss Tanaka once more. "It has been a pleasure doing business with, my dear. I hope to see you
again soon."
"I'm sure you will, Mr. Solo," she almost purred as she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. She held out the tickets, which he
took, making sure to let his fingers brush against hers.
Kuryakin prodded his partner with the cane again. "Will you come on! We'll have to run for it as it is."
As Solo sprinted for the gate with Illya limping madly behind him by a few paces, Miss Tanaka watched. Once they were out of sight,
she gave the woman's body that had been crammed underneath the counter one more kick with her pointy-toed shoe, more out of
sheer meanness than reassurance that she - the real ticket agent - was still dead. Miss Tanaka made her way to a telephone booth,
dialed a long series of numbers, and said to the voice that only answered with a "Yes?", "This is Agent 43. The men from U.N.C.L.E.
are on their way to Rome. The skinny one has an injured leg." She hung up without waiting for a reply. She then removed the uniform
jacket, turned it inside out, put it back on, and finally sauntered out of the Cairo airport. She laughed when she saw the growing line
at the ticket counter.
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The Gods Are To Blame
by Alexis Pryce
The young nurse pushed the cart down the tranquilly decorated halls of the second floor of the hospital. She frowned at her outfit: white nursing shoes and a set of scrubs with pastels splattered in the shapes of teddy bears throughout the ensemble.
'Really', she thought to herself, 'did you have to pick the nurse with the worst fashion sense ever?' She continued pushing the cart until she stopped at room 118, Winifred Gunn's room. Taking a quick look around, the blonde nurse pulled up her mask and dropped the powdery white substance into the tall glass of orange juice. She placed the empty vial in her pocket and mixed the drink well before carrying the dinner tray into the room.
"Here we are..." said the pretty nurse as she brought the tray to Fred.
The young mother smiled. "Thanks," she looked up to meet with the woman's sparkling green eyes, a spark of recognition igniting in her memory. "Wait...have we met before?"
The tall nurse stopped for a moment and looked at Wesley, then Fred.
"Yes, I do believe I have seen you somewhere else also." Wesley removed his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt.
Thoughts, no...excuses raced through her head. She tugged at the ill-fitting garments that she wore, which were short in comparison to her immense height. Her mother had always advised her to become a model when she was a child. "Well, I work around the hospital...usually in pediatrics." She smiled, "Maybe I've tended to your other little ones."
Wesley re-placed his glasses upon his nose and blinked. He turned a slight pink color. "Oh...we...this is our first. But maybe on a visit with my nephew Connor."
The nurse grinned and placed the tray in front of Fred. "Well, good luck with this one." She turned around, dropping something into Wesley's bag, which nobody noticed. She gently closed the door behind her as she left with the cart, rolling with a squeaky wheel down the hallway.
Once she was safely out of the room, Wesley took a long look at Fred.
She reached for her orange juice, remembering the doctor's insistence that she drink plenty of healthy fluids.
Wesley reached up and stopped her hand. Fred turned and ****ed an eyebrow in question.
"Wait..."
* * *
The nurse pulled off her uniform and shook her long blonde hair from the ponytail which held it in confinement. She looked down at the unconscious nurse who lay on the sanitary floor of the broom closet.
"Thanks, babes." She grinned and slung her purse over her shoulder as she headed out of the building.
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Loyalty, Liberty, Integrity XI
By FsLtErikaA
As the passengers and crew disembarked from the shuttle they slowly looked
up at the great expanses of 228's docking complex. This was the true power
of 228. There was sufficient airlocks for at least three dozen starships and
numerous smaller craft, Starfleet Proper used a half dozen of the thirty
docking rings with an additional ten in use by Intelligence and three in use
by research and development. The remainder were used by civilian and
commercial traffic. Erika knew that in the Intelligence area, subsections
twenty-one through ninety-seven, was her objective and it was with that in
mind that she followed an intelligence officer she spotted as soon as she
disembarked. When they reached a quiet part of the station she grabbed the
woman from behind, cutting off blood flow to the brain. After a few moments
the woman went limp Erika dragged her into a cargo bay and quickly stripped
off the woman's uniform. She pulled the uniform on and noted that it was a
little big, but she'd get by. She took the science uniform she'd only
recently taken off and tore the sleeves into strips. She bound the woman's
hands and feet before covering her mouth with a piece of the cloth and tying
it behind her head. She left her there in a corner of the cargo bay, they'd
find her the next day or the day after when they came to offload the cargo.
Erika returned to the hallway in the woman's uniform with her comm badge and
her side arm. She retrieved the phaser rifle from near the door on the way
out and began to make her way towards the Intelligence portion of the complex
whistling softly to herself.
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Shadows Are Security
By As I Lay Dying
The Remnants
Chapter Four
The door to Victoria’s room was closed. Obviously the doctors wanted her to have her privacy since she was a girl. Victoria has always been stereotyped like that for as long as she could remember. It really pisses her off when men think she’s too weak to play some sport or too fragile to carry all those heavy books. Even when she started becoming a woman, it got worse. Just because they have a **** they think they have the power of a god.
Victoria did her best to avoid contact with any and all males. She’s been called every name there is for a lesbian which didn’t help much with her current social status. She could care less about her social standing and what other people say! She’s done it this far and nothing bad so far as happened. Then the fact that she’s in the hospital comes up.
Whenever something goes wrong, Victoria always resorts to exercising. In her case, things go badly almost every day. She would start off with sixty to eighty push ups in two minute timeslots. After that she moves on to seventy sit ups and thirty pull ups if there was a strong enough pole in the vicinity. If all girls would resort to exercise to solve their problems instead of self-mutilation, binge eating, or starvation then everything would be fine. People who do that stuff really gets Victoria’s blood boiling. To her the human body is a work of art, especially the body of the nurse who helped her bathe not too long ago.
If you haven’t had figured it out yet, Victoria is really a lesbian. Now don’t be scared or grossed out by this! You’d go running to girls if you were treated the same way as Victoria. And the first time she found out, it was like twenty birthdays topped off by a nice banana sundae covered in thick creamy caramel! It all started when she typed the wrong address for a website one day but let’s don’t go too deep into that rabbit hole.
But then there was that Ryan guy. Even if Victoria hadn’t had known him for so long, she could tell he was different then all of the other guys she had known. Not like that stupid vampire Vincent! He had pervert written all over himself! He was just like the other guys Victoria had the “fortune” of knowing. Then there’s Rene, but he’s too damn quiet to know what his function is.
Best of all, Ryan had the same love for comics just like her! No one would’ve known the most appreciated way of explaining what necromancy was. He must’ve owned a few copies of “Nightfall” and “Gothic Underground”. How cool would that be? A guy who’s nice, loves comics, and is pretty cute to boot.
But Victoria did remember that she liked girls and would never go against her promise. There was always Caitlyn who was checking her out in Drawing and Sketching earlier that day. She had that sweet and innocent look that she had always wanted in a girl. She also had that body that would make the perfect of gentlemen cream their pants at first glance. Even if she was fully dressed! Now she was sounding like a pervert but who cares!? It’s the truth! Besides, she would’ve never settled for being the submissive in a relationship. Victoria was a take charge kind of girl.
Victoria got up from her bed and walked over to the mirror placed next to the door. She undid her hospital gown and let it drop to the floor. The cool air had already gone through her body, making her shiver. She cupped her breasts to keep them warm and looked at her abs. They were forming pretty well after only four months of vigorous exercise. She turned around and examined the black tattoo of a bat in a bizarre tribal design. It was just as she thought. Whatever that psychic girl did, it activated her inner vampire. The bat had already gone from its original black to crimson. She knew she had to feed on someone now.
“Hmm…that cheerleader looks pretty tasty right about now,” whispered Victoria.
“What’s going in here?” asked a nurse who walked inside.
She blushed at the sight of Victoria’s body and was about to leave. Victoria grabbed her and pulled her in. The nurse tried screaming, but her voice was muffled by Victoria’s hand over her mouth.
“You’re about the right size for me,” said Victoria.
The nurse could only scream as Victoria dragged her into the bathroom. You could hear her struggling behind the closed doors. Her screams were still muffled and unanswered. After a few seconds, everything went quiet. Then Victoria walked out in a nurse uniform. The nude woman, covered in bruises, was lying unconscious on the cold tiled floor. With a quick swipe over the nurse’s nametag, the picture and name had changed to Victoria’s. Now it was time for something better than hospital food.
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SIN CITY (Mature) Basin City Adventures
post by mappy
Kirsty reaches the hospital and walks in the rear entrance. A policeman looks at her and immediately reaches for his gun. "Fre.. ooomp."
Kirsty kicks him between the legs and knees his face as he bends over. Seeing that no one else is around, she drags the unconscious cop into a storage room.
As she starts to strip the policeman, she removed a few keys on his belt. "Wait this guy is too fat. I can't fit in that uniform, I can't do anything thing if they all recognize me. I need to find another disguise."
Kirsty walks towards the toilets and sees an old cop emerging from the men's room. She puts her hand under his throat and squeezed. The cop was surprised and tries to struggle, as Kirsty brings him back to the men's room. Kirsty tightens the grip as he paws harmlessly at her and went limp. Kirsty places him in a cuibicle, locks the door and climbs out. "Man this one is too fat too!"
As Kirsty exits the men's room, she sees a nurse that is about her size. She smiles and follows her into the ladies' room.
A nurse walks past an old security guard into the drug storage. In the storage, she got a tray and places a few syringes in it. She gots to the tranquilizer section and fills the syringes up.
"I'll have to see..." Before the guard could finish his sentence, the nurse jabs a syringe in his neck and squeezes. The guard slumps on the table. "Wow this is some strong stuff!"
"Where can I find the first old cop that was sent here for getting beaten up in old town?"
"Room 303" A nurse at the desk looks up and sees Kirsty in a Nurse uniform, "Hey who..." Kirsty jabs the tranqulizers in her neck and puts her out cold.
Room 303, Kirsty enters and sees the old cop asleep on the bed and a fat cop sitting in the chair beside him reading a magazine. "Excuse me officer, can you help me?" Kirsty whispered.
The fat cop gets up and places the magazine on the chair as Kirsty goes behind him covers his mouth and jobs another syringe in his neck. She place him slowly down on the chair again.
Kirsty takes her last syringe and injects it in the old cop. She loads him in a wheelchair and pushes him out of the hospital.
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Delta Green
By kinnygraham
They were just beginning to assess their options, when Hackett received a frantic call from Taylor at the hospital ‘Oh Jeez, you’d better get here – it’s Colm. He’s gone…. I mean he’s dead… I’ve never seen anything like it. I can’t….You’d better get here and see for yourself !’ Hackett took him at his word, hanging up and racing to the hospital with DeVere and O’Connor.
A pale faced security guard was waiting for them outside – and saying very little, he took them up the stairs to the third floor where Colm had been sleeping. Through the door from the stairwell, they were immediately struck by the stench of cooked or burned meat. Taylor stood pale in the doorway to the room with his eyes fixed on the bed. Pushing past him, the three agents saw a male doctor in the corner of the room comforting a nurse who was sobbing in his arms.
The foul stench they’d detected – smoking or burned meat - hung heavy in the air. The air was thick with it. Colm’s body, or what was visible, was a blackened skeleton – the skull a dark red death’s head on to which the plastic of his oxygen mask had clearly melted. Bizarrely, the bedclothes seemed relatively unscathed – though there were some marks on the sheets near where his arms where it looked as if the blackened skin had sloughed off. All of them were shocked by the sight – but managed to maintain an air of professionalism. They asked Taylor what had happened. He reported that the first thing went wrong was when the nurse started screaming in Colm’s room – she’d been in checking on him and she’d flipped out. Taylor has looked in right away and Colm was burning – there was smoke pouring out of him from everywhere and the skin was blistering up. He might not have came round – but his body was squirming all
the same during it. He’d shouted for help and sent the guard right away for a doctor, but there was nothing he could do when he arrived. Colm burned up right there in front of them – but the bedclothes were hardly damaged!
Hackett tried to interview the nurse, but she didn’t seem able to respond and barely acknowledged his questions as she clung to the doctor. Hackett asked Taylor to take her outside and turned to the medical man for his opinion – what did he make of it ? The doctor was at a loss – he’d never seen anything like it. He’d heard about Spontaneous Human Combustion before and there had to be similarities here – but had never given it any serious thought until now. He would have to wait and see a post-mortem he added, passing the buck for such an inexplicable event on to the poor schmuck who would have to deal with this.
While this was going on, DeVere put in a discrete call to Alphonse and left a message with an update. O’Connor closely scrutinized the body – but could see nothing further that shed any light.
Taylor appeared back in the room doorway – holding a cup of coffee. ‘Where’s the nurse?’ he asked. They stared at him, momentarily puzzled. ‘I left her in an office down the hall to get this – she’s not there. I figured she was back here with you guys.’
The three agents spilled out of the room – ‘Find her!’ screamed Hackett. DeVere headed for the stairwell – aiming to get to reception. O’Connor headed upwards – in case she headed in that direction. Hackett
got her name from the baffled doctor and arranged for a message to be sent out to hospital security –
Nurse ‘Anna Kowalsky was to be located immediately and stopped from leaving the building. A search for her was soon under way when DeVere and O’Connor had to report that they couldn’t find her.
Twenty minutes later they got a call from security. Anna Kowalsky’s dead body had been located in a cleaning cupboard in the hospital basement, wearing nothing but her underwear. The strange thing was that the guy who’d found her had said she was cold, like marble, like she’d been dead for at least a couple of hours – or more.
We kicked off the session where we left it last time - with some very confused and confounded agents in a hospital in downtown New York.
Stephen Colm was dead - apparently the victim of Spontaneous Human Combustion. A female nurse, who had been identified as being in his room at the time of his death, had been missing for approximately 30 minutes - but now her body had been found in the basement of the hospital and according to initial reports they were getting from security seemed as if she had been dead for several hours at least. The rest of the Review members were back at the Marriott under the supervision of the remainder of the rookie surveillance team
DeVere and O'Connor decide to leave things at the hospital to Hackett and the rookie Taylor - instead heading out to a police precinct near JFK to check out the report that the body of their unknown assailant from yesterday had been stolen from the coroner's morgue.
An interesting conversation ensued [with some entertainingly good role playing from the two players. Each gap in the conversation was punctuated by the players turning down the car radio to make their point and then turning it up to let the other character digest what had been said]. DeVere had been inducted into the Delta Green conspiracy after his last case - a catalogue of murder and mayhem in the Arizona desert - so at least he knew to expect the unexpected. But O'Connor was out on a limb here. His co-operation in all the
law breaking that had taken place had been at the express request of his Uncle, a senior figure in the DEA and O'Connor's career mentor. He was completely in the dark - and the mysterious events of the last 24 hours were challenging his worldview in ways that he was not expecting.
His first question was about the 'third person' who had been in the disused shop yesterday. There had been Colm. There had been Linz. And after all the 'mumbo-jumbo stuff', he'd heard a new voice. Yet Hackett and DeVere - who'd gone in straight after - had mentioned nothing about any third person. Why? And then there was Colm going up like a firework, the dead nurse - oh and the guy who'd tried to run him down yesterday. Just what in hell was going on?
DeVere countered with a question from left field. Did O'Connor believe in aliens? What the hell did that? Have to do with anything? DeVere responded that it was a good way of assessing whether someone had an open mind. O'Connor fumed for a minute and then allowed that he could believe in the theoretical possibility of other forms of life - but not 'little green men'. Ok, but you've accepted something very strange as a possibility. How about ghosts? 'Because the third voice was a ghost' he said...and let it hang. 'Two months ago, a corpse tried to kill me. Yesterday, I saw a ghost. Welcome to my world. These things happened - you can either accept it, or reject it. But they happened.' The rest of the journey was made in silence.
At the police station they learned that the police captain that O'Connor had dealt with yesterday was over looking at the break in at the coroner's office. O'Connor took the time to go to the car pound and retrieve his concealed bug from Colm's car - which had ended up there after being abandoned by Colm yesterday. The stolen taxi was there as well, and O'Connor checked in with the techs and learned that they had found nothing unusual.
DeVere got a call from Hackett at this point and Hackett was able to confirm that he'd seen the dead nurse and it indeed looked as if she'd been strangled, that she'd been dead a while and that her uniform was missing leaving her just in her underwear. He'd learned that she usually drove in from New Jersey - and that her car was missing from the staff parking area. He'd arranged for an APB to be put out on it.
Right at this time however, Hackett and Taylor were on their way to Colm's partment building. Not to look at Colm's place though - they were going to look for Mrs. Golwyn, his elderly neighbor. Seemed Colm's dog, 'Bernard', had been found dead with its neck broken - stuffed into a waste bin next to the corpse of the dead nurse. The dog's carcass was lying on top of what appeared to be female clothing - the kind of things an old woman would wear. They all recalled that Mrs. Golwyn had shown up with that morning with Bernard - trying to see Colm. Hackett wasn't sure what this meant - but was sure that this didn't bode well.....He'd be back in touch.
Hackett had one final piece of intelligence. He'd reviewed the hospital surveillance tapes and sure enough, Mrs. Golwyn was filmed with Bernard at reception talking to one of the staff - who then made the call that DeVere had received requesting pemission for her to see Colm. The tape showed the receptionist telling her that she's not allowed to go up. Hackett had pieced together what had happened next from the footage and from some calls to the relevant staff. Mrs Golwyn had then asked to see the nurse who was dealing with 'poor Mr Colm' and had had patiently waited on her to come down to reception. This was the nurse who was later found dead. When she met up with Mrs Golwyn, the two conversed briefly and then the old lady, apparently confused, wandered off in the direction of a door leading to the basement - with the nurse behind her trying to call her back as she went through the door. The next time the nurse had been witnessed alive had been when she entered Colm’s room ...And the most baffling thing about all this was that Mrs Golwyn should have been lying dead in her apartment at the time she appeared at reception. A preliminary forensics indicated that she had been strangled about 8 - 12 hours before....
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Koopa Kid Trip to Earth, Episode Two: Italy
From Lemmy's Campfire Tales
One game of One Potato, Two Potato later, the Koopalings and Susan are on a plane with a familiar crate and certain Italian nation in mind. The plane also has one of those neat little lifelike monkey decals
with all the fur on the left wheel.
Roy: Stupid flight attendents... Hey, can I get some service here?
Flight Attendant: Just a moment, sir...
Roy: Gah... This is taking too long!
Roy grabs Iggy and heads for the toilet.
Iggy: Hey!
Roy: Shut up!
Roy shoves Iggy's head in the toilet so that his hair becomes limp and hangs down.
Roy: Wait here...
Iggy: *bubbling noise*
Roy goes outside and and grabs one of the flight attendants, knocks her out, steals her uniform, and hides her in the overhead luggage compartment before going back to Iggy.
Roy: Put these on!
Iggy: No way! They smell like flowers!
Roy: Put them on, or you'll smell like roadkill!
Iggy: Ulp...
A few minutes later, Iggy had put on the jacket, skirt, stupid little hat, and high-heeled shoes of the flight attendant.
Roy: Oh right... The other one didn't have rainbow hair... Oh, I know!
Roy breaks a bottle of black ink over Iggy's head.
Roy: Okay Miss Can-I-Help-You-Sir? Go in there and get me some eats!
Iggy: This will never work...
Roy holds up a fist.
Iggy: Ok, ok!
Roy: Oh, hang on...
Roy squeezes the contents of a helium balloon down Iggy's throat.
Iggy: (squeaky voice) Hey!
Roy: Oh, how could I forget..
Roy pulls a makeup case out of the flight attendant's pocket and puts it on Iggy... badly.
Roy: Ok, that's perfect... erm...
Roy looks at the nametag.
Roy: Yeah Lucy, that's perfect. Now get out there!
Roy shoves Iggy out of the bathroom and towards the flight attendant's area.
Darlean: Hey Lucy- OH my GOSH! What happened to your face?!
Iggy: Um, there was an accident in the bathroom...
Darlean: I must say... I mean your face almost looks like that of a turtle.
Iggy makes a desperate face in Roy's direction but is only met with some fist-making gestures.
Iggy: Uh, maybe I should get the foodstuffs.
Darlean: You can't go out there in that condition. Here, let me help you fix that makeup on your face.
Iggy: No, really, I insist.
Darlean: Oh pish-posh. You're coming with me and that's final.
Darlean drags Iggy by the collar to the back room.
Roy: Hey! What about my drinks?!
Darlean: First, we'll hafta get rid of this first makeup job.
Iggy: I'm not sure if you want to do that...
Darlean: Don't be silly!
Darlean then begins to wash off Iggy's makeup, revealing his face.
Darlean: AHH!!!
Darlean comes rushing out, warning all the passengers and throwing Iggy off of the plane.
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The Zodiac of the PRA - The Prequel
by Jenny Tran
Chapter 33
Family Reunion
“So, is he still breathing?” Hung Gor asked coolly when the two returned.
Ah Gam shook his head “Someone came so we had to run.”
“Reina, this is unlike you to not finish a job.” He said with a tone of disappointment.
She knew what he meant. From the moment she was trained, she had never failed a mission. Reina stiffened her face, she wasn’t about to start then “I’ll finish it.” She said firmly and turned her back to leave the room.
Hung Gor’s lips curled upwards “That’s my girl.” He nodded to Ah Gam “You can learn a thing or two from her. But then again, you’re still new and I like you, kid. Though, you don’t look tough enough.” He waved a hand at Bear “Get him a streak job. Gold streaks.”
Reina pushed through the door and hopped into a cab “Yan Sum Hospital.” When the cab arrived at the entrance, she paid him quickly and got out, her hands inside her coat jacket as she passed the double glass doors. She spotted the policemen taking a coffee break. Taking the freight elevator, she made her way to the top floor where she knew patients were kept in carefully watched rooms by cops.
She got out and found a nurse, who was carrying a tray “Miss, you don’t belong—”
Reina pulled out the gun and pointed to her head. The nurse widened her eyes as she dropped the tray from her fingers, in which Reina caught with the palm of her hand “Go in there.” She pointed to the janitor room. She had no intention of killing the nurse “Strip.” She ordered.
A moment later, Reina emerged from the janitorial room with her new pink uniform. Her hat carefully placed over the bun she hastily tied together. In her hands was the same tray the now unconscious nurse was holding. She saw a container with a liquid medicine, a cup with a pill inside and a needle. She walked by two officers standing guard, they turned to her with skeptical eyes “I’m sorry.” She smiled apologetically “I’m new here, but can you tell me where Cheung Yat Fu’s room is?”
One of the officers was quickly taken with the pretty face “1009. That way.” He pointed down further to the left.
Reina flashed him a brilliant smile “Thank you officer.”
“Call me Denny.” The male responded with the same like smile, which earned a jab from his partner.
Her smile faded as she got closer and the cop standing guard gave her a quick glance up and down “What is that?” he nodded sternly. Before she had a chance to answer, he was already picking through the items on the tray.
“Medicine to relax his tense body and the shot is a pain reliever.”
“Pain reliever?” the cop turned his head suspiciously “They didn’t say a pain reliever was prescribed.”
Reina smiled “The doctor changed his mind at the last minute. I mean, I would want something to relieve my pain if I was shot in each leg.”
Hearing that she knew of the details, he lowered his barrier “Fine. Make it quick.” He opened the locked door and allowed her inside.
She moved with silent footsteps, close enough to see the twitching in his eye. Placing the tray on the table, she picked up the needle and read the directions on the bottle of medicine. Extremely dangerous if injected entire bottle “Perfect.” She snickered and filled the needle with the dose. She followed the IV tube and shot the substance into the water connected directly into his bloodstream “Have a nice sleep.” She whispered before leaving with the tray. Calmly, she entered the elevator and rode down to the bottom floor.
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Objection Overruled
by SmkinBabe
Michelle Marbury slid on her black cowboy boots and lit up a Marlboro Light,
flinging her long auburn hair out of her face so she could read the file. Sitting on the
couch in a ritzy Beverly Hills hotel suite, she looked over the details of her assignment as
her partner and lover Catherine Wellington walked over. Both ladies were about the same
size--5’7” and 135 pounds--but Catherine’s hair was brown and just a bit longer. Both
ladies were also unapologetic smokers and more than had the looks to get away with it.
Catherine sat next to Michelle, lighting a cigarette and looking over the pictures in the file
as Michelle crossed her long legs and blew out smoke. “This one should be a snap, don’t
you think?” asked the sexy Texan with a twang.
“Maybe,” replied Catherine in her sultry British accent. “You bring the gas?”
“Right here,” Michelle answered, holding up a small silver-gray canister.
“When’s she due to arrive?”
“Not ‘til seven-thirty. Her itinerary says she lands at LAX, then limos over here. I
think the uniforms we acquired should complete the illusion quite nicely,” Michelle
smiled. “Don’t you think so, girls?”
The agents looked across the room at two utterly helpless women, the hotel maids
who had come to clean their room. Mich and Cath had sprayed atomized chloroform in
their faces when they entered the room, and the two surprised women had crumpled to
the floor almost instantly. The maids were quickly stripped naked and put face down on
the floor as their captors skillfully cuffed their wrists behind their backs, cuffed their
ankles, then wrapped duct tape around their elbows and thighs. The sleeping ladies didn’t
make a sound as their ankles were brought up towards their backs and linked to their
wrists with another set of cuffs, effectively hogtying them. Then Mich and Cat slid
pantyhose over the maids’ heads to add to their humiliation when they woke up, adding
ball gags to keep them quiet and leather blindfolds to keep them in the dark. The maids
didn’t have so much as a second to register the faces of the agents before the chloroform
put them to sleep, and thus their identities would remain secret.
Catherine looked over to Michelle and smiled. “We are a wicked pair, aren’t we?”
Michelle blew another puff of smoke. “Just a couple of bad-ass *****es,” she agreed.
“Not to mention the best team the IFO has, which is why they pay us the big bucks.”
Glancing at her watch, her smile became sly. “Say, we have some time to kill before we
have to go to work. Why don’t we make love? I’m sure Heidi and Rebbecca won’t mind.
They have far more important things to worry about right now!” she laughed, enjoying
the muffled whimpers of her hogtied maids.
Catherine’s musical laughter rang out as she crushed out her cigarette. “Why didn’t I
think of that?
CONTINUED BELOW:
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At approximately 8:15 that morning, a black stretch limousine pulled up outside the
Beverly Hills Hotel. The doorman walked over and opened the door and out popped
Mary Beth Seymour. At the age of thirty she was already on the verge of becoming a full
partner at the Chicago law firm in which she worked, and her talent in the legal arena was
matched only by her dazzling looks. Her shoulder-length blond hair and sparkling blue
eyes drew the attention of every man with in sight of her; up close, a light sprinkling of pale
freckles were apparent on her cheeks, but they did nothing to soften the attitude she
projected. Mary Beth Seymour, the soon-to-be-partner, was a high-toned *****.
She was in Los Angeles to represent one of the firm’s most important clients, a rich
***** named Tonya Andrews. Well-known and respected in LA high society, Andrews
secretly had a nice little smuggling operation going. But she had gotten a little careless,
and a small sample of heroin from a recent shipment had been found in her possession. It
was an open-and-shut case for the district attorney - at least until the arresting officer
suddenly, mysteriously, disappeared. Mary Beth was there to slam dunk the case into
dismissal.
In fact, Andrews’ smuggling operation was responsible for the bulk of the illicit drugs
polluting the city, and the IFO wanted it shut down. Mich and Cath were there to block
Seymour’s shot.
No sooner had Mary Beth emerged from the limo than she barked, “Get my bags and
hurry, I have important work to do.”
The doorman stammered a “Yes, ma’am,” barely avoiding being knocked off his feet
as she brushed past him and walked briskly into the lobby. Her *****y reputation was
secure.
Upstairs in her room and now wearing the maids’ uniforms, Michelle and Catherine,
were getting into character by cleaning, dusting, straightening the bathroom, everything
to give the appearance of preparing a room for a special guest; Seymour would expect no
less than top-of-the-line service. When they heard a key card slide into the lock, they
stopped cleaning and shared a quick glance and a nod. They were ready.
The door was flung open and in blew Mary Beth, followed by the porter with her
bags. She waved a black leather-gloved hand, indicating where she wanted the suitcases
put and dismissing the porter in the same motion. Then she noticed the two “maids” and
fixed them with a withering look. “If you stayed to collect a tip, you’re barking up the
wrong tree. Finish up and get out.”
Michelle and Catherine shared another silent glance, a look that said paybacks were
hell. Mary Beth lit a Marlboro Light and opened her cell phone, already acting as though
they weren’t there. As she dialed the phone, the agents took a moment to admire their
target’s choice in clothes. She was wearing a long red blazer with leather lapels, collar and
cuffs, black leather gloves, a black scarf over a white Victoria’s Secret puffy blouse, long
black skirt and Aigner riding boots. Sexy. Very sexy.
“Ms. Cavanaugh?” It’s me. Yes, I’m at the hotel. I got all the files from Donovan at the
airport so I can get to work immediately. Yes, ma’am. Right. Talk to you tomorrow.”
She hung up and put the phone away. Now it was just the three of them, much to
Mich and Cath’s delight.
“Are you still here?” asked Mary Beth irritably.
“Just a few minutes more, ma’am,” Michelle told her.
“Well, hurry up.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison.
Mary Beth turned away from them to get her briefcase, and the agents made their
move. Michelle had the gas ready, and Catherine came up to subdue the sexy lawyer.
They had done it so many times, they acted as one. Catherine got in behind Mary Beth
and put her in a full nelson, bringing her arms tightly over her head and pinned perfectly.
“WHAT THE **** DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
Michelle smiled evilly. “Oh, nothing to worry your pretty little head over! My, my,
Miss Seymour, you look tired. Why don’t you go to sleep?”
“SLEEP? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE?”
Catherine purred in her ear. “Why, yes; yes it is. And it’s on you!”
With that, Michelle sprayed the gas in her face. The greenish mist filled her nostrils
and within a few seconds, poor little Mary Beth was out. They carried the limp lady
lawyer over to their cart and stuffed her inside. Minutes later they were back in their
room, unloading the unconscious woman and making preparations for her interrogation.
They stripped her down to her bra and , to their surprise and delight, black velvet thong
panties with a garter belt. Since both had an extreme boot fetish, the boots stayed on. The
gloves were also left because the leather appealed strongly to both of them as well. If the
garter belt and thong were indication, Mary Beth had plans fro later. To bad for her,
the IFO’s plans took care of that.
A muffled thump from the large walk-closet announced that the real maids were
trying to get some attention. Catherine took the chloroform-filled atomizer from her
pocket and gave them both a squirt to put them out again. The hose covering the maids’
faces was dampened sufficiently by the spritzing to insure that they’d be asleep for quite a
while.
Michelle had Mary Beth spread-eagled face down on the bed and was in the process
of cuffing her wrists and ankles to the posts. Stretched out and taut, the lady wouldn’t be
capable of moving an inch when she awoke. As with their previous victims, Catherine slid
a pantyhose over the lawyer’s face, then applied the ball gag and leather blindfold, buckling
them tightly into place. Satisfied that their captive was secure, the lady agents began to
strip off the stolen maids’ uniforms.
CONTINUED BELOW:
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“I wanted to tell you, you looked so hot in that outfit,” Michelle told her lover. “As
soon as this mission is over I’ll have to get you one so I can hog tie you in it like the little
filly you are!”
Catherine grinned. “Well now, I wouldn’t be so sure, Miss Michelle. Remember the
last time you tried that. I got you into your knickers and who cuffed who?”
“Yeah, right, whatever. Next time, though…”
The two girls laughed as they got out of their maid uniforms and into their dominatrix
outfits. Both had on leather push-up bras to accent their 36C breasts, leather thong
panties and garter belts, opera-length black leather gloves and thigh-high black leather
boots with five inch heels. This was the part of the job they loved.
When Mary Beth groggily shook her head and moaned lightly into the red ball gag, the
two women crushed out their cigarettes, rose from the couch and walked over to her.
“Wakey-wakey, Miss Seymour,” Catherine purred, stroking a riding crop over her legs.
Michelle added to her humiliation. “Well, well, well, Mary Beth. Looks like you are in
a world of **** now. I trust you will cooperate.”
Mary Beth located the voice and turned to it. “MMMRRRGGRRRRR,” she squealed,
shaking her head no in defiance. She obviously had no idea of what was going, why
they did this to her, or what they wanted. But she was afraid they were about to make
their reasons painfully clear.
SMACK! came the riding crop down hard on her rear.
“MMMRGRGRGR!” The girl moaned in pain.
“Now that was an attention getter,” Catherine smiled. “I do trust you will be more
cooperative in the future. Now, we need to know a few things. Detective Cindy Walker --
you know, the arresting officer and key witness against your client? Where may we find
her?”
Mary Beth struggled in vain in the cuffs, she was pinned down firm to the mattress.
“MMMGRGRRRRR!!!” she moaned into the gag.
SMACK!
“My, my do we have a problem communicating here, Miss Seymour?” Catherine smiled.
Michelle then grabbed Mary Beth’s hair and pulled back. The girl grunted in pain.
“Now you understand we don’t like doing this sort of thing, so please tell us what we
want to know.”
Again, she shook her head.
SMACK!
The girl moaned in pain.
SMACK!
“MMMRGRGRGGRGR!!!!!” The poor girl jerked on the bed, her squeals less
defiant and more pleading now.
“Do me a favor, bring me the KY and an ice cube from the bar,” Catherine smiled.
Michelle smiled back and walked over to a suitcase, then to the bar. Mary Beth was
trying to figure out just what was about to happen to her, and when she did she tried
her best to jerk free, moaning as loudly as into the gag as she could, but to no avail.
“MMGGRGRRRRR!!!!!”
Catherine leaned down close to her, “Objection overruled, counselor.”
Michelle returned with the items, removed her glove and opened the lid, “What her
covered thickly?”
“Oh yes, don’t want the ***** to be in to much pain, ha, ha,” Catherine giggled.
Mary Beth thrashed on the bed, moaning up a storm as Michelle greased up her rear.
Finally she looked to where she thought Catherine was and nodded her head vigorously.
“Glad you finally came around,” Cath, said as she leaned down to her. “Now you will
cooperate, no screaming, or its curtains for you.” She then slowly unbuckled the ball gag,
leaving the blindfold on. “Now, where are you hold Detective Waller?”
Mary Beth spoke through the pantyhose hood. She was breathing heavily from the torture.
“Ahhh, um, we have her at a deserted factory…the old Foster building.”
“Good,” Catherine replied. “Now, which, if any, of the jurors are paid off?”
“Smith, Ferguson, and Taylor. They were paid twenty-five grand apiece to sway the jury.”
“What about the judge?”
“No, she’s clean.”
“Excellent. Now, where might we find the password to your computer?” You understand
we have to know everything.”
The bound, blindfolded ***** pleaded, “Please, not that! I’ll be fired!”
Michelle looked over to her and laughed. “Fired? You’re looking at twenty-to-life in a
federal prison, and all you’re worried about is loosing your job?” She leaned in close to
Mary Beth’s face. “Get real!” she screamed, causing the helpless woman to recoil.
Michelle sat up, satisfied at her reaction. “Now either give us the password, or we’ll see
just how much you like a polar enema!”
Mary Beth paused for a second, jerked around, then spoke. “Ok, you win! It’s 9 West.”
“Very cute! I have a few pairs of 9 West shoes myself!” Michelle said. “All right, now you
just sit tight and we’ll check out your story.”
Mary Beth objected. “No wait, let me-” Catherine shoved the ball gag deep into her mouth,
stiffing any further outbursts.
Sure enough, Mary Beth was telling the truth. Keeping guard at the hotel, Michelle and
Catherine called to get help. An hour later, their fellow agents had rescued Cindy Waller.
Then another set grabbed Smith, Taylor, and Ferguson. All three women were
chloroformed and cuffed for safe keeping. There was no way Tonya Andrews would go
free now.
“Looks like your story panned out, Mary Beth. Good girl,” Michelle cooed in her ear.
Just when the lawyer though she’d be released, she was surprised. Catherine got on the
bed
behind her and pushed the ice cube against her greasy opening. “Didn’t want a perfectly
good lube job to go to waste now, Mary Beth!” With that she slid the ice cube inside her.
Mary Beth moaned in pain, thrashing around and helpless to do anything about it.
“Throw me that duct tape,” Cath asked Michelle.
She caught it, ripped off a piece, and taped the lady lawyer’s ass checks together, sealing
the cube inside so it couldn’t escape. Livid, Mary Beth flopped around like an epileptic
in the throes of a grand mal seizure.
“I love it when you do that,” Michelle told Catherine. “Let’s enjoy the moment.”
The two grabbed chairs and sat in front of their victim, getting very wet watching. Soon
Catherine crawled onto Michelle’s chair and the two made out, their love play enhanced
by the muffled sounds of a pissed-off, ball gagged woman.
When the pair got confirmation the mission was over they packed their gear and made
ready to leave. They had changed into travel clothes, putting their wild leather outfits
away for safe keeping. Michelle looked stunning in a black mesh camisole, long black
blazer and black leather mini with black leather high heel boots. Catherine was in a gray
business suit with very high mini, black tights and black four-inch heeled ankle boots.
Both put on gloves and were ready to roll.
“So shall we finish this party?” Catherine looked over to her Texas lover.
“Why, are!”
Once the ice cube was melted and the fun was over, Michelle sprayed chloroform into
Mary Beth’s face so she’d sleep, then helped Catherine drag out the maid’s from the
closet. The baffled ladies were each given yet another chloro-spritz , while they were
sleeping, they were untied and given back their uniforms. Then they were left lying on
the bed.
“Think they’ll ever figure out what happened to them?” Michelle whispered to Catherine.
“Probably not. But we may have given them a few ideas. Could make their breaks more
interesting,” smiled Catherine.
“Let’s hope so,” agreed Michelle. “Why should we be the only ones having fun?”
The agents dressed Mary Beth and put her in a wheelchair, sleeping off the chloroform,
she looked like any other invalid. Michelle pushed her outside and headed for the service
elevator. Catherine gave the room one final check before closing the door.
Descending together in the elevator, Michelle glanced at her watch. “You didn’t tell the
others when we’d be bringing her in, did you?” she asked.
“Come to think of it, I didn’t,” replied the lovely Brit, a smile slowly spreading across
her face. “What did you have in mind?”
“Nothing…but I’m sure I’ll think of something.” They shared a wicked laugh. Mary Beth
groggily raised head at the sound, and Catherine quickly clamped a chloroform-soaked
pad over her face.
“Not so fast, Miss Seymour. It looks as though you’ll be in our custody for a while longer,”
Michelle said sweetly. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.”
May Beth, aware only that she was in some serious trouble, moaned softly into the damp
cloth once before the sweet smell took her over. As her head sagged in Catherine’s hands,
the agents looked at each other. Oh yes…they would think of something.
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URL for this screenplay (which is pretty good btw) is:
http://www.somewhere-inbetween.co.uk/se ... b2x051.htm
Somewhere In between
by Lee A. Chrimes
16 INT. PEPPERMINT RANCH - FOYER - CONTINUOUS. 16
There's a reception desk, a cloakroom, a cashpoint and two
more doors leading outside. There's no-one around, so the duo
can speak freely.
JULIE
Well? Was that her?
DANYAEL
That was her. She said Warwick's
got a pack of vampires in his
pocket, feeds them clients and some
of the girls so they'll do what he
wants.
JULIE
What are we going to do?
DANYAEL
We need to find Chris and let him
know, maybe he can-
CHRIS (O.S.)
Maybe I can what?
They turn round to see Chris has stepped inside the foyer. He
looks their unusual outfits up and down, curious.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Dare I ask?
DANYAEL
Chris! Man, good timing, we-
(beat)
Wait, what are you doing here?
Chris holds up a flyer for the club.
CHRIS
Twist left me this back at the
motel, along with a note saying to
meet her back here because she was
on to something.
JULIE
Did she say what?
TWIST (O.S.)
Give me a second and I will.
The trio turn round - and Twist has stepped into the foyer,
but she's also in disguise! She's wearing a wig that gives
her straight, black hair, and with a pair of thick-lensed
glasses and a waitresses uniform, you wouldn't even know it
was her.
TWIST (cont'd)
What's with the outfit, Spook? Did
I start off a new fancy dress craze
or something?
CHRIS
What are you doing here?
TWIST
Yeah, good to see you too.
CHRIS
(beat)
Twist.
TWIST
Didn't any of you guys see me? I
walked past you, like, three times?
Danyael and Julie shake their heads, and Twist sighs as she
walks over to them.
TWIST (cont'd)
Never mind that. We need to get out
back and talk. There's this side
entrance to the room where they
keep all the beer we can use,
nobody ever goes in there.
DANYAEL
Wait, wait, back up. How'd you know
all this? And where'd you get the
uniform?
TWIST
There's an unconscious waitress out
back who'd love to answer that for
you.
Chris and Julie don't look too pleased by this.
TWIST (cont'd)
(shrugs)
What? I had to go all Machiavelli,
it was the only way to get inside!
Come on, before somebody sees us.
CHRIS
So why did you want us to meet you
here? Have you found something out?
TWIST
Oh, I found something all right.
(beat)
Truh. Buh. Ul.
The group exchange looks before we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE TWIST (O.S.)
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GI Joe fan fiction
author unknown
At 9:00 in the morning the next day, a female Viper was making a daily
round of the building and back alleys for anything out of the ordinary.
Tsuneo: Hoping that nobody noticed a heavily-armed trooper walking around in
a red and blue uniform and helmet.
Rick: Maybe it's just the latest theme gang.
Rebecca: And remember, Cobra is an equal-opportunity army of terror.
As the Viper walked by a back alley, Sylia came out of her hiding place and
attacked her.
Rick: So that's her plan? Wouldn't she feel like a burke if there weren't
any female Vipers in there.
Dan: What's your name, trooper?
Rebecca [Sylia, trying to be butch]: Bob, sir!
After a brief struggle, Sylia dragged the female Viper into an abandoned
building. Where she traded clothes with the Viper,
Dan: Can I watch? [Rebecca hits him with a cushion] Hey! it's a BGC fic!
It's fair!
sticking her regular clothes into a gym bag; she walked over to her car and
put the gym bag in there.
Tsuneo: And what, just left the Viper there?
Dan: Hmm, there's a half-naked girl lying unconscious in a back alley with a
gym bag full of clothes. Score!
Placing the helmet on her head, she was surprised that the chrome faceplate
acted like a two way mirror.
Rebecca: It'd be pretty stupid if it didn't.
It was also fortunate that the Viper's uniform was in her size.
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Objection Overruled
by SmkinBabe
Michelle Marbury slid on her black cowboy boots and lit up a Marlboro Light,
flinging her long auburn hair out of her face so she could read the file. Sitting on the
couch in a ritzy Beverly Hills hotel suite, she looked over the details of her assignment as
her partner and lover Catherine Wellington walked over. Both ladies were about the same
size--5’7” and 135 pounds--but Catherine’s hair was brown and just a bit longer. Both
ladies were also unapologetic smokers and more than had the looks to get away with it.
Catherine sat next to Michelle, lighting a cigarette and looking over the pictures in the file
as Michelle crossed her long legs and blew out smoke. “This one should be a snap, don’t
you think?” asked the sexy Texan with a twang.
“Maybe,” replied Catherine in her sultry British accent. “You bring the gas?”
“Right here,” Michelle answered, holding up a small silver-gray canister.
“When’s she due to arrive?”
“Not ‘til seven-thirty. Her itinerary says she lands at LAX, then limos over here. I
think the uniforms we acquired should complete the illusion quite nicely,” Michelle
smiled. “Don’t you think so, girls?”
The agents looked across the room at two utterly helpless women, the hotel maids
who had come to clean their room. Mich and Cath had sprayed atomized chloroform in
their faces when they entered the room, and the two surprised women had crumpled to
the floor almost instantly. The maids were quickly stripped naked and put face down on
the floor as their captors skillfully cuffed their wrists behind their backs, cuffed their
ankles, then wrapped duct tape around their elbows and thighs. The sleeping ladies didn’t
make a sound as their ankles were brought up towards their backs and linked to their
wrists with another set of cuffs, effectively hogtying them. Then Mich and Cat slid
pantyhose over the maids’ heads to add to their humiliation when they woke up, adding
ball gags to keep them quiet and leather blindfolds to keep them in the dark. The maids
didn’t have so much as a second to register the faces of the agents before the chloroform
put them to sleep, and thus their identities would remain secret.
Catherine looked over to Michelle and smiled. “We are a wicked pair, aren’t we?”
Michelle blew another puff of smoke. “Just a couple of bad-ass *****es,” she agreed.
“Not to mention the best team the IFO has, which is why they pay us the big bucks.”
Glancing at her watch, her smile became sly. “Say, we have some time to kill before we
have to go to work. Why don’t we make love? I’m sure Heidi and Rebbecca won’t mind.
They have far more important things to worry about right now!” she laughed, enjoying
the muffled whimpers of her hogtied maids.
Catherine’s musical laughter rang out as she crushed out her cigarette. “Why didn’t I
think of that?
CONTINUED BELOW:
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At approximately 8:15 that morning, a black stretch limousine pulled up outside the
Beverly Hills Hotel. The doorman walked over and opened the door and out popped
Mary Beth Seymour. At the age of thirty she was already on the verge of becoming a full
partner at the Chicago law firm in which she worked, and her talent in the legal arena was
matched only by her dazzling looks. Her shoulder-length blond hair and sparkling blue
eyes drew the attention of every man with in sight of her; up close, a light sprinkling of pale
freckles were apparent on her cheeks, but they did nothing to soften the attitude she
projected. Mary Beth Seymour, the soon-to-be-partner, was a high-toned *****.
She was in Los Angeles to represent one of the firm’s most important clients, a rich
***** named Tonya Andrews. Well-known and respected in LA high society, Andrews
secretly had a nice little smuggling operation going. But she had gotten a little careless,
and a small sample of heroin from a recent shipment had been found in her possession. It
was an open-and-shut case for the district attorney - at least until the arresting officer
suddenly, mysteriously, disappeared. Mary Beth was there to slam dunk the case into
dismissal.
In fact, Andrews’ smuggling operation was responsible for the bulk of the illicit drugs
polluting the city, and the IFO wanted it shut down. Mich and Cath were there to block
Seymour’s shot.
No sooner had Mary Beth emerged from the limo than she barked, “Get my bags and
hurry, I have important work to do.”
The doorman stammered a “Yes, ma’am,” barely avoiding being knocked off his feet
as she brushed past him and walked briskly into the lobby. Her *****y reputation was
secure.
Upstairs in her room and now wearing the maids’ uniforms, Michelle and Catherine,
were getting into character by cleaning, dusting, straightening the bathroom, everything
to give the appearance of preparing a room for a special guest; Seymour would expect no
less than top-of-the-line service. When they heard a key card slide into the lock, they
stopped cleaning and shared a quick glance and a nod. They were ready.
The door was flung open and in blew Mary Beth, followed by the porter with her
bags. She waved a black leather-gloved hand, indicating where she wanted the suitcases
put and dismissing the porter in the same motion. Then she noticed the two “maids” and
fixed them with a withering look. “If you stayed to collect a tip, you’re barking up the
wrong tree. Finish up and get out.”
Michelle and Catherine shared another silent glance, a look that said paybacks were
hell. Mary Beth lit a Marlboro Light and opened her cell phone, already acting as though
they weren’t there. As she dialed the phone, the agents took a moment to admire their
target’s choice in clothes. She was wearing a long red blazer with leather lapels, collar and
cuffs, black leather gloves, a black scarf over a white Victoria’s Secret puffy blouse, long
black skirt and Aigner riding boots. Sexy. Very sexy.
“Ms. Cavanaugh?” It’s me. Yes, I’m at the hotel. I got all the files from Donovan at the
airport so I can get to work immediately. Yes, ma’am. Right. Talk to you tomorrow.”
She hung up and put the phone away. Now it was just the three of them, much to
Mich and Cath’s delight.
“Are you still here?” asked Mary Beth irritably.
“Just a few minutes more, ma’am,” Michelle told her.
“Well, hurry up.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison.
Mary Beth turned away from them to get her briefcase, and the agents made their
move. Michelle had the gas ready, and Catherine came up to subdue the sexy lawyer.
They had done it so many times, they acted as one. Catherine got in behind Mary Beth
and put her in a full nelson, bringing her arms tightly over her head and pinned perfectly.
“WHAT THE **** DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
Michelle smiled evilly. “Oh, nothing to worry your pretty little head over! My, my,
Miss Seymour, you look tired. Why don’t you go to sleep?”
“SLEEP? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE?”
Catherine purred in her ear. “Why, yes; yes it is. And it’s on you!”
With that, Michelle sprayed the gas in her face. The greenish mist filled her nostrils
and within a few seconds, poor little Mary Beth was out. They carried the limp lady
lawyer over to their cart and stuffed her inside. Minutes later they were back in their
room, unloading the unconscious woman and making preparations for her interrogation.
They stripped her down to her bra and , to their surprise and delight, black velvet thong
panties with a garter belt. Since both had an extreme boot fetish, the boots stayed on. The
gloves were also left because the leather appealed strongly to both of them as well. If the
garter belt and thong were indication, Mary Beth had plans fro later. To bad for her,
the IFO’s plans took care of that.
A muffled thump from the large walk-closet announced that the real maids were
trying to get some attention. Catherine took the chloroform-filled atomizer from her
pocket and gave them both a squirt to put them out again. The hose covering the maids’
faces was dampened sufficiently by the spritzing to insure that they’d be asleep for quite a
while.
Michelle had Mary Beth spread-eagled face down on the bed and was in the process
of cuffing her wrists and ankles to the posts. Stretched out and taut, the lady wouldn’t be
capable of moving an inch when she awoke. As with their previous victims, Catherine slid
a pantyhose over the lawyer’s face, then applied the ball gag and leather blindfold, buckling
them tightly into place. Satisfied that their captive was secure, the lady agents began to
strip off the stolen maids’ uniforms.
CONTINUED BELOW:
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“I wanted to tell you, you looked so hot in that outfit,” Michelle told her lover. “As
soon as this mission is over I’ll have to get you one so I can hog tie you in it like the little
filly you are!”
Catherine grinned. “Well now, I wouldn’t be so sure, Miss Michelle. Remember the
last time you tried that. I got you into your knickers and who cuffed who?”
“Yeah, right, whatever. Next time, though…”
The two girls laughed as they got out of their maid uniforms and into their dominatrix
outfits. Both had on leather push-up bras to accent their 36C breasts, leather thong
panties and garter belts, opera-length black leather gloves and thigh-high black leather
boots with five inch heels. This was the part of the job they loved.
When Mary Beth groggily shook her head and moaned lightly into the red ball gag, the
two women crushed out their cigarettes, rose from the couch and walked over to her.
“Wakey-wakey, Miss Seymour,” Catherine purred, stroking a riding crop over her legs.
Michelle added to her humiliation. “Well, well, well, Mary Beth. Looks like you are in
a world of **** now. I trust you will cooperate.”
Mary Beth located the voice and turned to it. “MMMRRRGGRRRRR,” she squealed,
shaking her head no in defiance. She obviously had no idea of what was going, why
they did this to her, or what they wanted. But she was afraid they were about to make
their reasons painfully clear.
SMACK! came the riding crop down hard on her rear.
“MMMRGRGRGR!” The girl moaned in pain.
“Now that was an attention getter,” Catherine smiled. “I do trust you will be more
cooperative in the future. Now, we need to know a few things. Detective Cindy Walker --
you know, the arresting officer and key witness against your client? Where may we find
her?”
Mary Beth struggled in vain in the cuffs, she was pinned down firm to the mattress.
“MMMGRGRRRRR!!!” she moaned into the gag.
SMACK!
“My, my do we have a problem communicating here, Miss Seymour?” Catherine smiled.
Michelle then grabbed Mary Beth’s hair and pulled back. The girl grunted in pain.
“Now you understand we don’t like doing this sort of thing, so please tell us what we
want to know.”
Again, she shook her head.
SMACK!
The girl moaned in pain.
SMACK!
“MMMRGRGRGGRGR!!!!!” The poor girl jerked on the bed, her squeals less
defiant and more pleading now.
“Do me a favor, bring me the KY and an ice cube from the bar,” Catherine smiled.
Michelle smiled back and walked over to a suitcase, then to the bar. Mary Beth was
trying to figure out just what was about to happen to her, and when she did she tried
her best to jerk free, moaning as loudly as into the gag as she could, but to no avail.
“MMGGRGRRRRR!!!!!”
Catherine leaned down close to her, “Objection overruled, counselor.”
Michelle returned with the items, removed her glove and opened the lid, “What her
covered thickly?”
“Oh yes, don’t want the ***** to be in to much pain, ha, ha,” Catherine giggled.
Mary Beth thrashed on the bed, moaning up a storm as Michelle greased up her rear.
Finally she looked to where she thought Catherine was and nodded her head vigorously.
“Glad you finally came around,” Cath, said as she leaned down to her. “Now you will
cooperate, no screaming, or its curtains for you.” She then slowly unbuckled the ball gag,
leaving the blindfold on. “Now, where are you hold Detective Waller?”
Mary Beth spoke through the pantyhose hood. She was breathing heavily from the torture.
“Ahhh, um, we have her at a deserted factory…the old Foster building.”
“Good,” Catherine replied. “Now, which, if any, of the jurors are paid off?”
“Smith, Ferguson, and Taylor. They were paid twenty-five grand apiece to sway the jury.”
“What about the judge?”
“No, she’s clean.”
“Excellent. Now, where might we find the password to your computer?” You understand
we have to know everything.”
The bound, blindfolded ***** pleaded, “Please, not that! I’ll be fired!”
Michelle looked over to her and laughed. “Fired? You’re looking at twenty-to-life in a
federal prison, and all you’re worried about is loosing your job?” She leaned in close to
Mary Beth’s face. “Get real!” she screamed, causing the helpless woman to recoil.
Michelle sat up, satisfied at her reaction. “Now either give us the password, or we’ll see
just how much you like a polar enema!”
Mary Beth paused for a second, jerked around, then spoke. “Ok, you win! It’s 9 West.”
“Very cute! I have a few pairs of 9 West shoes myself!” Michelle said. “All right, now you
just sit tight and we’ll check out your story.”
Mary Beth objected. “No wait, let me-” Catherine shoved the ball gag deep into her mouth,
stiffing any further outbursts.
Sure enough, Mary Beth was telling the truth. Keeping guard at the hotel, Michelle and
Catherine called to get help. An hour later, their fellow agents had rescued Cindy Waller.
Then another set grabbed Smith, Taylor, and Ferguson. All three women were
chloroformed and cuffed for safe keeping. There was no way Tonya Andrews would go
free now.
“Looks like your story panned out, Mary Beth. Good girl,” Michelle cooed in her ear.
Just when the lawyer though she’d be released, she was surprised. Catherine got on the
bed
behind her and pushed the ice cube against her greasy opening. “Didn’t want a perfectly
good lube job to go to waste now, Mary Beth!” With that she slid the ice cube inside her.
Mary Beth moaned in pain, thrashing around and helpless to do anything about it.
“Throw me that duct tape,” Cath asked Michelle.
She caught it, ripped off a piece, and taped the lady lawyer’s ass checks together, sealing
the cube inside so it couldn’t escape. Livid, Mary Beth flopped around like an epileptic
in the throes of a grand mal seizure.
“I love it when you do that,” Michelle told Catherine. “Let’s enjoy the moment.”
The two grabbed chairs and sat in front of their victim, getting very wet watching. Soon
Catherine crawled onto Michelle’s chair and the two made out, their love play enhanced
by the muffled sounds of a pissed-off, ball gagged woman.
When the pair got confirmation the mission was over they packed their gear and made
ready to leave. They had changed into travel clothes, putting their wild leather outfits
away for safe keeping. Michelle looked stunning in a black mesh camisole, long black
blazer and black leather mini with black leather high heel boots. Catherine was in a gray
business suit with very high mini, black tights and black four-inch heeled ankle boots.
Both put on gloves and were ready to roll.
“So shall we finish this party?” Catherine looked over to her Texas lover.
“Why, are!”
Once the ice cube was melted and the fun was over, Michelle sprayed chloroform into
Mary Beth’s face so she’d sleep, then helped Catherine drag out the maid’s from the
closet. The baffled ladies were each given yet another chloro-spritz , while they were
sleeping, they were untied and given back their uniforms. Then they were left lying on
the bed.
“Think they’ll ever figure out what happened to them?” Michelle whispered to Catherine.
“Probably not. But we may have given them a few ideas. Could make their breaks more
interesting,” smiled Catherine.
“Let’s hope so,” agreed Michelle. “Why should we be the only ones having fun?”
The agents dressed Mary Beth and put her in a wheelchair, sleeping off the chloroform,
she looked like any other invalid. Michelle pushed her outside and headed for the service
elevator. Catherine gave the room one final check before closing the door.
Descending together in the elevator, Michelle glanced at her watch. “You didn’t tell the
others when we’d be bringing her in, did you?” she asked.
“Come to think of it, I didn’t,” replied the lovely Brit, a smile slowly spreading across
her face. “What did you have in mind?”
“Nothing…but I’m sure I’ll think of something.” They shared a wicked laugh. Mary Beth
groggily raised head at the sound, and Catherine quickly clamped a chloroform-soaked
pad over her face.
“Not so fast, Miss Seymour. It looks as though you’ll be in our custody for a while longer,”
Michelle said sweetly. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.”
May Beth, aware only that she was in some serious trouble, moaned softly into the damp
cloth once before the sweet smell took her over. As her head sagged in Catherine’s hands,
the agents looked at each other. Oh yes…they would think of something.
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URL for this screenplay (which is pretty good btw) is:
http://www.somewhere-inbetween.co.uk/se ... b2x051.htm
Somewhere In between
by Lee A. Chrimes
16 INT. PEPPERMINT RANCH - FOYER - CONTINUOUS. 16
There's a reception desk, a cloakroom, a cashpoint and two
more doors leading outside. There's no-one around, so the duo
can speak freely.
JULIE
Well? Was that her?
DANYAEL
That was her. She said Warwick's
got a pack of vampires in his
pocket, feeds them clients and some
of the girls so they'll do what he
wants.
JULIE
What are we going to do?
DANYAEL
We need to find Chris and let him
know, maybe he can-
CHRIS (O.S.)
Maybe I can what?
They turn round to see Chris has stepped inside the foyer. He
looks their unusual outfits up and down, curious.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Dare I ask?
DANYAEL
Chris! Man, good timing, we-
(beat)
Wait, what are you doing here?
Chris holds up a flyer for the club.
CHRIS
Twist left me this back at the
motel, along with a note saying to
meet her back here because she was
on to something.
JULIE
Did she say what?
TWIST (O.S.)
Give me a second and I will.
The trio turn round - and Twist has stepped into the foyer,
but she's also in disguise! She's wearing a wig that gives
her straight, black hair, and with a pair of thick-lensed
glasses and a waitresses uniform, you wouldn't even know it
was her.
TWIST (cont'd)
What's with the outfit, Spook? Did
I start off a new fancy dress craze
or something?
CHRIS
What are you doing here?
TWIST
Yeah, good to see you too.
CHRIS
(beat)
Twist.
TWIST
Didn't any of you guys see me? I
walked past you, like, three times?
Danyael and Julie shake their heads, and Twist sighs as she
walks over to them.
TWIST (cont'd)
Never mind that. We need to get out
back and talk. There's this side
entrance to the room where they
keep all the beer we can use,
nobody ever goes in there.
DANYAEL
Wait, wait, back up. How'd you know
all this? And where'd you get the
uniform?
TWIST
There's an unconscious waitress out
back who'd love to answer that for
you.
Chris and Julie don't look too pleased by this.
TWIST (cont'd)
(shrugs)
What? I had to go all Machiavelli,
it was the only way to get inside!
Come on, before somebody sees us.
CHRIS
So why did you want us to meet you
here? Have you found something out?
TWIST
Oh, I found something all right.
(beat)
Truh. Buh. Ul.
The group exchange looks before we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE TWIST (O.S.)
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GI Joe fan fiction
author unknown
At 9:00 in the morning the next day, a female Viper was making a daily
round of the building and back alleys for anything out of the ordinary.
Tsuneo: Hoping that nobody noticed a heavily-armed trooper walking around in
a red and blue uniform and helmet.
Rick: Maybe it's just the latest theme gang.
Rebecca: And remember, Cobra is an equal-opportunity army of terror.
As the Viper walked by a back alley, Sylia came out of her hiding place and
attacked her.
Rick: So that's her plan? Wouldn't she feel like a burke if there weren't
any female Vipers in there.
Dan: What's your name, trooper?
Rebecca [Sylia, trying to be butch]: Bob, sir!
After a brief struggle, Sylia dragged the female Viper into an abandoned
building. Where she traded clothes with the Viper,
Dan: Can I watch? [Rebecca hits him with a cushion] Hey! it's a BGC fic!
It's fair!
sticking her regular clothes into a gym bag; she walked over to her car and
put the gym bag in there.
Tsuneo: And what, just left the Viper there?
Dan: Hmm, there's a half-naked girl lying unconscious in a back alley with a
gym bag full of clothes. Score!
Placing the helmet on her head, she was surprised that the chrome faceplate
acted like a two way mirror.
Rebecca: It'd be pretty stupid if it didn't.
It was also fortunate that the Viper's uniform was in her size.
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