[What you are about to read is a work of fiction. Sexual coercion of any kind is a crime; sexual contact of any kind without consent is a crime; a sleeping person cannot give consent; sedatives don't work this way and are dangerous; Wonder Casey doesn't really exist. Please do not confuse fiction with reality.]
I watched Wonder Casey on the closed circuit TV as she snuck around one corner after another, subduing my guards one by one. The TV was black and white, and prevented me from seeing her white and blue panties and her red corset with any satisfying detail. I could, however, see ever defined line and curve of her tone thighs and large breasts. I looked forward to the moment when she'd complete my labyrinth and enter my liar.
She choked out another guard, quickly and quietly, then kicked open the door, emerging at the far end of the room in which I stood watching the TV screens.
I turned and there she stood: large breasts heaving out of her corset as she caught her breath. Her shapely hips, tight and soft body, and tight spandex blue and white stared panties which promised so much joy and pleasure to whomever could subdue her. Her curvy, long dark hair held back by a gold tiara, which matched her golden belt and lasso which hung from it across a hip.
Her eyes were angry and defiant as she ran toward me with clinched fists. She had crossed about half of the distance when I raised my tranquilizer gun, pointed it at the center mass, and squeezed the trigger.
The gun hissed the dart toward her. She tried to dodge it but failed. The dart impaled her in the neck, breaking her stride and sending her stumbling into my arms.
She looked up into my eyes as her strength failed. Her eyes were already sleepy and her knees were week as she said, "What...no...no fair...you...you can't..."
I took her weight into my embrace as her eye lids became heavy. I leaned in and kissed her, sweetly and passionately on the lips. She moaned and lightly quivered as she returned my kiss in an absent minded, far off way.
