I stroke a strand of hair from her forehead. I almost came to orgasm, right then and there. I took a few deep breaths and started thrusting again. A quicky. I could smell the strong chemical fumes of the chloroform myself. She was trying to regain consciousness. Some faint protests, the poor girl didn’t even know what she was protesting. Only a quicky, then I would transfer her to the clinic, then I could live out any and all fantasies I wanted. Well she could try. While my lightheadedness faded I saw her eyes, confused looking around, barely aware anymore. Begging me, pleading me to let her go. Muffled protest came from behind the rag. I stroke a strand of hair from her forehead. Her eyes looking up at me in fear. She was lying on the couch.
