1. SOUND ADVICE--Part 1


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Romance, Torture, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 89.9, Source: sexstories.com

    glassine envelope and poured the contents into my cup. She served it with a smile and a kiss to my cheek before telling me she wanted to change the bed linens. I’m a pharmacist so I deal with drugs every day and I’m familiar with how many of them smell. Moreover, I’m a compounding pharmacist. Unlike Walgreens, CVS or Rite-Aid I actually make medications from raw materials. Other than the normal aroma of the coffee I thought I picked up the odor of a strong opiate. I poured two thirds of the coffee down the drain then turned to the cabinet over the refrigerator and removed my pistol, a Sig Sauer P229, .40 cal. automatic with a twelve-round magazine. I often had large sums of cash that had to go to the bank so I had a concealed weapon carry permit. Gail hated guns so I always stored it in the high cabinet where it would be out of reach. I tucked it into the waistband under my sweatshirt, placed my head on the table and pretended to be unconscious. I wasn’t surprised to hear Gail tip toe back into the kitchen. She felt my pulse and pulled back my eyelid. It was all I could do to stare blindly—playing dead—throughout this drama. She took the cordless phone from the wall and placed a call. “Hi! It worked. I put it into his coffee like you suggested. He’s out cold. No…I had to do it twice. He said the coffee was cold by the time he got out of the shower so I made another. When can you be here? Oh, okay…I’ll see you soon.” I wondered who she was talking to—obviously someone who ...
    had access to drugs. That meant either someone with criminal connections or another pharmacist. I doubted she knew the former so that only left a pharmacist. Even a doctor wouldn’t have as much ready access to opiates as a pharmacist. Sure enough, my questions were answered when the doorbell rang. I could hear Gail speaking and, unfortunately, I recognized the man who responded. It was my employee, Paul Sheridan—the man who had tried to buy the store out from under me. I had wondered how he could afford to pay the millions the business was worth. I found out less than a minute later. “Just think, Gail, in another hour all our months of planning will come to an end. We’ll get a hundred grand for him from the Africans and I’ll be able to pay you five million for the pharmacy. It’s the perfect way to launder the money I’ve been getting for the illicit drugs I make and sell. It’s kind of ironic, don’t you think—laundering drug money in a drug store.” “Michael had a dream last night. He dreamed that I tried to make him my slave.” “Gee…maybe he’s psychic.” “He told me that I used urethral sounds and a tuning fork to break him and I was going to put a collar onto his scrotum that would shock him.” “Fuck! He MUST be psychic! They will use those sounds and a tuning fork to torture him, but the shocking collar will go onto his neck. His cock will be caged permanently in a stainless steel chastity device.” They had walked into the kitchen where Paul examined me just as Gail had done ...
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