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SOUND ADVICE--Part 1

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

earlier. “Once I get this into him he’ll be completely helpless. Our worries will be over.” “Will that keep him unconscious?” “Better…he’ll be conscious, but unable to move for at least twenty-four hours. He’ll see and know what is happening, but he’ll be powerless to stop it.” I knew then what he was using—a synthetic derivative of curare that we had discussed last week. It was primarily intended for use on livestock or wild animals and was illegal for human use in the United States. I waited until he had turned his back, placing his equipment on the counter when I made my move. My hand went to the pistol as I jumped up from the chair. Less than a second later I brought the barrel down forcefully onto his head. Contrary to the movies, TV, and popular literature it’s not all that easy to knock someone out with a blow to the head. I had to strike him two more times before he went down like a rock. Gail had been screaming the entire time, but she went silent in a second when I turned the gun to her. She was terrified of guns, and seeing the large diameter barrel staring straight at her caused her to faint to the floor. I moved to the syringe on the counter, pulled four milliliters of the liquid into the device and plunged it into a vein in Paul’s arm, not bothering to clean the skin with an alcohol swab. Why would I care if he developed an infection? Once I was done with him I used the syringe on my wonderful loving wife. Then I dragged them to the living room floor and ... waited. Sure enough, about forty minutes later the doorbell rang and I opened the door to two men wearing uniforms for a delivery service. “C’mon in,” I told them, my pistol hidden in my hand behind my back. “What’s this?” “Think of it as a bonus—two for the price of one.” The leader pulled a photo from his pocket then looked at me. I knew this was the time to show my pistol. “Yes…even the best laid plans sometimes backfire. I assume the money is in that briefcase.” “Yeah, but….” “There are no buts. You have two choices…Plan A or Plan B. In Plan A you count out the money on the coffee table, take these two with you and go.” “What’s Plan B?” “That’s where I shoot you, keep the money, and give them an overdose that will certainly kill them. Then I call the cops and tell them that you forced your way into the house and had drugged them when I came in and stopped you. Two other things…first, don’t think that I won’t or can’t kill you. I’ve already killed one asshole while I was in the army. Second, if one of you comes within ten feet of me Plan B will automatically be invoked. Any questions?” “No…just don’t shoot us. We don’t want any trouble. We’ll stay over here.” “Good; now show me the money.” He did, placing twenty wrapped packets of hundred dollar bills on the table. “Okay…get them out of here.” “We got a big box in the truck. I think both of them will fit.” “Fine, but don’t try anything stupid like bringing in a gun. You’ll both be dead in less than ten seconds.” Pointing to one ...