Part 1

A peaceful morning at the Sleepy Inn…4 bedrooms each with two beds and each bed occupied by a deep sleeping victim. A victim of immense smell. In bedroom 1 lies a 35-year old man and his wife-both of their faces covered in a silky gray powder that remains most dense between their upper lip and noses. The man’s crotch is soaking wet and his wife lies on her side squeezing her two hands together between her legs as she snoozes. Both victims are naked. Bedroom 2 houses two 66-year old ladies-victims of some unnecessary back-talk which was a clear indication that they needed some sleep. And they received a face full of it last night. Now they both slumber away, a good 15 hours into their visit to dreamland. The third bedroom has two young teenage boys. Each boy started yesterday without a smoking fetish. Last night the smoking fetish was thrust upon them…forever. Today they’ll be given their lifelong sleeping fetish. Finally, bedroom 4 is occupied by a 20-year old couple captured on their wedding night and sent to a different bed from where they started. Proper sleep is required for the treatment they’ll each receive today, a treatment that’s completely appropriate for a two newlyweds. This is the story of 8 people’s visit to Dream World, the small hotel run by 3 sleep inducing woman.
Who are these woman? Ladies of impeccable beauty and irresistible sexual appeal. They use their slinky feminine abilities to firmly overwhelm their victims. Firm yes, but with silken touch and profoundly overwhelming smelly smothering. The ladies are 2 accountants and their manager at a local Mutual Fund office. The manager is Judy (sleep name Miss Mink) and the 2 accountants are Jean (known as Sand Lady) and Elizabeth (Chloroform Liz). The ladies run their small sleep inn two miles into the woods of a small nearby town.
A little about each lady.

Miss Mink

Well, Miss Mink is the most mesmerizing beautiful lady of the bunch. Her hair is rich dirty blonde and rests on her shoulders with such silken thick texture. She sprays a canister of Mink Hairspray into her hair each day. the smell permeates through the office. It’s intoxicating to say the least-but she’s the boss and everyone must tolerate it. Those who complain often end up in bed in a lengthy snooze. There’s a walk-in closet in her office that has a bed that is always occupied by one of the company workers. She makes sure that her sleep is occupying at least one nose at all times. Miss Mink is 41 years old, she has a beautiful body, and such style and grace. For those of you who have not met Miss Mink, she looks very similar to Greta Scachi in Presumed Innocent. Greta played a lawyer in that movie and Miss Mink displays a similar personality and wears the same office clothing: Satin blouses, crushed velvet skirts, white high heels, and of course a BlackGlamma mink coat every day. there are many sleeping dusts, gases, and other methods used by her coworkers but Miss Mink induces sleep to a lucky few with an elegant hair smothering and for the rest…profoundly soft cigarette smoke.

Sand Lady

Sand Lady is a brunette with streaks of gray-white through her hair. Sometimes the streaks are not there. When they are in her hair watch out-the streaks are a special powder she sprays into her hair-a concentrated hair spray that is 50% ether gas and 25% arsine-a deep sleep inducing chemical. Sand Lady wants her victims sent to a coma as quick as possible. The speed of her sleep to the victims brain is incredible. Your eyes are loaded with her silky cigarette smoke and then her gas emitting tool. The smell is like a room full of chloroform gas delivered quickly to the nostril in a beach sand like dust that fills the eyes while the nose is overwhelmed. The gas is considered the best sleep inducing gas in the business. Sand Lady always precedes a squeeze on the handle of her foot-long “tube tool” that emits the gas with a swollen silky smooth blow of cigarette smoke. Her blows are so smooth she can easily mesmerize her victim-make him or her comfortably still and then…Poof! Welcome to Dream World. In the office, Sand Lady almost always wears her classic black silk skirt that wraps her thin body tightly at the hips then the dress flares off to her knees swinging back and forth as she walks just like the white streaked hair bouncing on her shoulders. Sand Lady wears a silvery thick fox fur to work. The fur collar is so thick you can barely see her face unless she’s directly facing you. Sand Lady loves to induce sleep and she also loves to take sleep. She’ll douse herself with her gas and sleep wrapped in her fur at her desk sometimes. Her name should be Sleeping Beauty-I think! So readers can get some sort of a grip on what Sand Lady looks like…Sela Ward would be close.

Chloroform Liz

Next there’s Chloroform Liz. CL wears heavy thick fur coats so that her many pockets can conceal her chloroform arsenal. CL has fluffy soft reddish hair, stands 5’9” and has a beautiful body. She has very large breasts for someone who is so thin. Her blue lynx fur is worth about $100,000 and believe me when I tell you-the only person who paid for the coat was the store clerk. Here’s her list of sleeping aids which she carries with her when the blue lynx rests on her backside:

1.) Wrist puff: A small pouch of blue chloroform dust latched onto the back of her arm with a small tube extending to the backside of her wrist. If she holds her arm straight out and bends her wrist backward a stream of baby blue powder will extends two feet from her hand. She often greets her victims at doorways with this beautiful but intense chloroform smell.
2.) Fur collar: Her fur collar coat is sprayed with a healthy chloroform mist. Liz is immune-she actually loves the smell. She frequently hugs her victims to sleep in her fur collar, typically younger folks.
3.) Fur muff: In her satin-lined coat there are two deep pockets resting on each side of her hips. The pockets contain a fur muff wrapping a pouch filled with chloroform. The chloroform seeps into the fur making for an excellent silky feeling whiffing tool. The muff is about 6 inches wide and has a hand insert on the back side so Liz can firmly smother her victims. Again…the chloroform is very intense smelling, it takes only a few seconds to knock out a victim.
4.) Chlorotube: An 18-inch baby blue tube that releases a thick cloud of gaseous powder. Liz’s favorite sleeping tool. Thousands have been immersed in her chlorogas clouds-thick intoxicating clouds of blue-gray velvety sand. She can get about 6 squirts of gas per cartridge. The cartridge is inserted in the base of the tube and when the trigger is pressed at the base of the tube a warm sleeping gas is mixed-Liz can feel the warmth in her handle. A second button is pushed to spew the gas out of the tube and into a human face.
5.) Her purse tools: Contains two cigarette holders filled with chloroformed sleeping dust-one white and one baby blue in color. She has a chloroform spray can-5 inches tall and a second 8 inches tall. The smaller container has the most intense smell. And of course several satin handkerchiefs to be doused by the two small bottles of pure chloroform.
6.) Her Compaq: Finally, her most intense tool-one that could kill a person. A chloroformed dust rests in her Compaq that she blows into the face of an unsuspecting victim. The dust sends the victim into a rage and after 10 seconds the unfortunate whiffer falls to a sleep that usually does not end. If Liz blows her soft cigarette smoke across the Compaq the smoke and dust combine to make an instantly fatal smell.

So there you have it-15 chloroform methods to induce everything from a nap to a permanent sleep. Not to mention the sleepy smell of her soft hair and soothing odor of her soft lengthy blows of cigarette smoke. Liz looks a bit like Delores O’Riordan, the lead singer of the Irish rock band The Cranberries, only taller with more hair.
And now more tales of sleep from the 4 bedrooms of Sleepy Inn. Our first victims are Jim and Ally each 35 years old and married to each other for less than one year. Yesterday was Saturday and Jim and Ally completed their shopping and were leaving a department store at a nearby mall. They walked side-by-side and hand-in-hand toward a garaged parking lot. They were 100 feet into the parking garage and approached a woman in a full-length blue fur coat leaning against a silver Lincoln Continental who just completed a long soft blow of cigarette smoke in full view of Jim and Ally.
The never-shy Ally said: “My what a beautiful coat!” And Jim replied, “not on my salary honey”. Chloroform Liz heard the comments and released another silky glorious puff of smoke that struck both Jim and Ally as they came within 5 feet of her. “Do you like the coat Miss?” said Liz. “It’s so silky and warm” she said with a gleam in her eye. “It even smells heavenly-would you like to feel and smell the fur?” Liz sounded like a mother talking to her children. Jim and Ally were stunned by this conversation which began moments ago and so nobody else could here. Jim and Ally had smelled her smoke and been offered a silky touch of a gorgeous woman’s fur-they each became a little excited and approached Liz.
Jim and Ally were within 3 feet of Liz and having a pleasant conversation. “How long have you had the fur?” asked Ally as she reached out and ran her hand along Liz’s arm. Chloroform Liz smiled at Ally and began to inhale deeply on her cigarette-the orange glow of the cigarette seemed to hypnotize Jim. Liz extended her arm toward Ally’s face and touched her cheek and said gently: “Wouldn’t you love to be immersed in fur?” Ally began to answer then Liz turned her extended arm over and bent her wrist backward. Suddenly, blue powder poofed into Ally’s face. Her head bent sharply backwards for a few moments then she seemed to come to her senses and then collapsed forward right into Liz’s chloroformed fur collar. Jim yelled; “what did you do to her!” and as he reached for his wife Liz released her cigarette smoke into Jim’s face blowing a thin but potent soft gray sleep that brought an overwhelming soothing sensation to his nose. He tried to fight it and asked: “What are you…you doing? Who are you?”
Chloroform Liz put each of her hands behind Jim and All’s neck embracing them firmly and then pushed their faces into her chloroformed fur collar. A passerby watched as this beautiful lady leaned against her car with this huge soft fur coat with two people and their heads submerged in the fur collar. Liz finished her cigarette while she held each in the fur. There was no fight. It looked like Jim and Ally went to dreamland without a complaint. After a minute or so Liz said: “let’s get you two to bed”.
She put them both into the back seat of the car to let them snooze away. The back seat was thick white satin and two big pink satin pillows were present each of which Jim and Ally had no trouble finding as they were made desperate to sleep. Liz inhaled deeply on her cigarette and rolled down her window as she backed out of her parking spot. As she pulled away the passerby-a 40 year old man stood and watched in awe of what he just witnessed. Liz stopped the car and smiled at him then released her silky soft smoke into his face. She through her cigarette on the ground, rolled up her window, and drover off. In the rearview mirror he saw the man trying to rub the sleepy time smoke out of his eyes. Liz could see him collapse as she pulled away and turned onto the main road. “I’m taking you to the Sleepy Inn guys!” Chloroform Liz said enthusiastically to her two back seat sleeping victims. “I have wonderful plans for you both!”

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Liz had more chloroform plans. The Sleepy Inn had another empty bedroom that needed to be filled. Who would be her next victim. She passed by a playground on her way to the Sleepy Inn and slowed down to see if anyone had drifted from the crowd. Liz would chloroform anyone who was left alone to her mesmerizing ways. A smile came to her pretty face when she noticed two older ladies, probably grandmothers, sitting on a park bench watching the kids play in the distance. Chloroform Liz stopped her car and looked into her back seat. She could squeeze one more into the back seat and put another sleeper in passengers side of the front seat. She stepped out of the car, the engine still running (this won’t take long), and started to walk toward the two woman. She pulled out her chlorotube and depressed the button that mixed the warm chlorogas. She loved how the handle warmed and the gas hissed inside the base of the tube. She walked in front of the two ladies and said: “Hello girls! Having a nice day at the park?” One of the ladies responded: “Yes! Oh, you are so beautiful! That’s a lovely coat.” Liz walked to within five feet of the lady and pointed her chlorotube at the ladies face. The lady looked at it like it was gun-she was scared. Liz pushed the gas release and in a split second the woman’s face was powdery blue, her eyelids dripping with sleepy powder, her eyebrows now velvety blue, her hair was even frosted by the blue powder. She exhaled once and fell backward sound asleep. The other lady was to weak to stand up and run and Liz caressed her neck tightly pointing the tube upward toward her nose and quickly powdered her eyes, lips, forehead. The second woman collapsed immediately backward against the bench. Liz looked around to make sure nobody observed the gassing then backed her car to the bench and helped each woman stagger into the car. Liz drove away with 4 sleepyheads. She lit a sleepy time cigarette and blew long streams of smooth knock out smoke as she drove. “I’m so happy you could all join me today. Freshly made up beds are waiting for each of you.”

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Mike and Shawn are two 13-year old boys standing outside a convenient store. they each are drinking a coke are about ready to hop on their bikes and take off. Across the street is a parked silver-blue Lincoln Continental. Sand Lady sits in the drivers seat and watches the two boys patiently as she exhales another long stream of mesmerizing sandy cigarette smoke. There’s enough sleep in this smoke to anesthetize Manhattan and she’s just found her next two victims. The two boys.
She pulls away from the curb and parks the car in the convenient store parking lot right in front of the two boys. The kids notice the car, shiny, big. Who would drive such a car? They look at Sand Lady. She has a Cover Girl face, beuatiful creamy skin and a wide pretty smile with deep soft brown eyes. Her hair is dark and silky rich resting to her shoulders. They walk toward the car and Shawn says to Mike “Hey she’s wearing pajamas under that fur!” Yup!…as Sand Lady opens the car door each boy sees that she has white baggy satin pajamas on with a thick silky silver fox fur coat cascading off her shoulders as she begins to rise out of the car. “Hi boys!” she says to Mike and Shawn. The boys are mesmerized by her beauty and silken attire not to mention the unusually relaxing perfume she’s wearing. As the boys stare at her she slowly raises her cigarette and places it between her ultra-smooth lips and begins to inhale. She releases the cigarette and lets the two boys briefly see the heavy white smoke in her mouth and then sweeps a dreamy blow across each of their faces. Each boy grabs their face, briefly stunned, and then they rub their eyes trying to get the sandy smoke out. Sand Lady planted her fury smoke in their eyes, now they each need one super whiff. The boys are starting to succumb to the Sand Lady’s sleepy ways when she releases another heavy gray shaded sandy blow into Shawn’s face. His face disappears in the smoke that spreads smoothly across his facial skin frosting his nose and eyebrows light gray. Sand Lady glares at Shawn-knowing what he’s going through-and then she smiles sweetly as Shawn drops his head and stands frozen in sleep. “And now it’s your turn” Sand Lady says softly to Mike. Kerplunk! His face is sanded-very smoothly. Mesmerize, sand the eyes, anesthetize the nose-The Sand Lady way of sleep.
Sand Lady walks up behind Shawn and Mike and reaches her fury arms out clasping their foreheads then pulling them back into her fur. “Let’s take a sleep walk” she says to them. They walk with Sand Lady-their heads asleep in a $100,000 fur collar-15 feet to the passenger side doorway. Sand Lady opens the door and pushes each boy into the front seat. One boy just falls to the floor while the other falls face first into the seat. A pile of sleepy boys. Sand Lady shuts the door and takes the last drag on her sleepy time cigarette and blows it off into the wind which sweeps the sleepy smoke cloud to some distant land. She tosses her cigarette on the ground gets in her car and takes off to the Sleepy Inn.

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Miss Mink was scanning some financial records at her plush home last night. She was interested in this one particular set of circumstances…John Jericho and Donald Smith, their son and daughter to be married Saturday (tomorrow), newlyweds to receive $1 million upon marriage. Miss Mink smiled as she pondered the opportunity. She walked out of her in-home “office” (there were 2 desks and 4 beds with 13 satin pillows in this work space) to pore a glass of wine then walked through her living room (or should I say sleeping room-three family members in z-land stretched out on each couch) back into her office. As she walked she disturbed the gray streak of smoke that stretched across her living room about 4 feet above the floor-a result of three hours of smothering blows for her husband and two teenage boys.
Miss Mink was a multi-millionaire herself. She manipulated wealthy people who she knew through her access to classified financial information. She would spend months or maybe a day planning ways to take money from these people who spent a lifetime working hard to earn their millions. The only difficult task was the security these millionaires had. Miss Mink had a reputation-people with a lot of money knew she’d come after them eventually. It was clear that Jericho and Smith had sufficient security to make Miss Mink’s task to difficult. However, Jericho’s 20-year old son and Smith’s 20-year old daughter who become millionaires over the weekend did not have security, at least not yet. The record she was reading stated the two newlyweds would visit The Cayman Islands on their honeymoon. “Perfect! They’ll be a long way from home with no help!” Miss Mink said as she released a soft mink blow of smoke onto her desk while her smooth mink-sprayed hair smoothly deflected the room lighting off the brown boarded walls.
Miss Mink called an Airline and reserved a two-way ticket to Cayman Brac-she would leave in the morning. She turned the light out and went upstairs into her satin sheeted bed with mink blankets and fell asleep.
The next morning came quickly. Not soon enough for Miss Mink. What to wear for her long trip? She opened her “dreamland closet” and pulled out a light gray silk blouse, short gray skin-tight velvet skirt, silky gray panty hose and white high heel shoes. Her hair was brushed 100 times still loaded with the sleep from the smoke she blew last night. The smell of her hair could make a person wonder off to sleep for days. She grabbed a brown full-length mink coat, heavily sprayed with a mink oil combined with chloroform. She had two packs (40) of heavy sleep tipped mink cigarettes and she went downstairs. Oh yes…her family. Miss Mink would be gone for 24 hours. She leaned over to her husband and said “Good morning cherub!” He wakened and lifted his head to say hi to his ultra sexy wife. She clasped the back of his neck and pulled his face into her silken hair. “Good morning and good night” Miss Mink said confidently. He collapsed back to sleepy town. The two boys were still sound asleep. Miss Mink smothered them anyway. “Into my smoothness,” she’d say softly to each boy. She’d leave each of them to sleep and dream…eventually a wet dream after that silky hair hug.
Miss Mink arrived at the airport in her teal Lincoln Continental and parked in the 24-hour parking zone. It was Saturday morning so the airport was fairly quiet. She pranced softly to the ticket counter, bought her ticket, and proceeded to Gate 12. In that time span probably 12 people watched her walk by and everyone of them was mesmerized. Sleepy perfume, sexy mink coat, beautiful rich ash blonde hair. Even the woman loved to watch her. She could catch the eyes of anyone, no matter how serious they might be. Relax your victim, may him or her feel special, then blow their faces to dreamland-for Miss Mink it was easy.
Can you imagine what the person sitting next to her on this plane is going to go through?

End of Part 1