Chapter 1: Knight's Capture

The short flight from Brussels had David Knight into Barrajas by late morning. He shaded his eyes as he waited impatiently for his pick-up. He was eager to start his new assignment. The North Atlantic Security Office had sent him to Madrid to investigate a wave of kidnapping of prominent anti-feminist men. The victims were not held for ransom, only detained several weeks, then released unharmed with no memory of their captivity. What attracted NASO's attention was that after release, the ex-captives had totally changed opinions about the role of women. They all became strong supporters of women's issues, especially of Women's Power International (WOPI). Several gave up careers to stay home with new babies their wives gladly provided them. NASO suspected that WOPI was behind the abductions and was worried that the group may have developed a new brainwashing technique to control the minds of its opponents.

A car of the correct make and number plate pulled up to meet him. The driver who stowed his bags in the boot hardly seemed to take notice. Now his eyes had to make the opposite adjustment as he settled back into the obscurity of the back seat.

"Good afternoon, Captain Knight," a tinkling feminine voice greeted him. Instinctively Knight threw his weight against the door and groped for the handle. "The door is quite secure. And don't bother pointing your sidearm at me. The one that came out of the X-ray machine isn't loaded. Don't waste your effort trying to get away from me, Captain Knight. We've made it impossible. You are my prisoner, but don't worry. When WOPI sends someone kidnap a man and 'accompany' him on a trip, they chose someone who will make sure his short spell of captivity will be very enjoyable."

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"Perdon, Captain Knight. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Carmen and WOPI has sent me to escort you to your destination. Your assignment from NASO, IS to find and infiltrate the headquarters of WOPI, is it not?"

This was disastrous. Not only had he been abducted, but his captors knew what his mission was. Even as he continued to try to force the lock, Knight was making note of the direction and speed of the automobile. He intended to know where he was going, at least.

Carmen looked at him and smiled. "I'm sure your powers of observation are very good, but don't waste your time. If WOPI wanted you to know where our headquarters is, we would have printed it on an invitation. We are going to put you to sleep for most of the trip so that it's location will remain secret. That and other reasons," she added with a smile. Don't you recognize the gas that is slowly filling the compartment?"

David sniffed briefly and nodded. "NO2," he said. "An anesthetic. It will knock up both out." As his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed the big knockers of the pretty, dark-haired young woman in an astoundingly daring mini-skirt.

"Indeed, It will, but before they put you to sleep, they want you to have some fun. Why else would they send you a curvy girl like me to sleep with?" she giggled.

"What do you mean? We'll be unconscious, but that doesn't make it 'fun, '" he growled.

Carmen smiled indulgently. "Don't be so sure, Captain Knight. NO2, besides being an anaesthetic and euphoric is also a very effective aphrodisiac. Before you drift off to dreamland, you're going to be a very horny man. You'll be screwing like a bunny before I put you to sleep. Haven't you heard how disreputable dentists use NO2 on their patients they want to fuck?

Knight looked skeptical, but Carmen continued, happy to keep her captive distracted while the gas took effect. Quite against his will, David was already starting to like the idea of having a woman with tits and thighs like Carmen's climb all over him. A woman with her boobies and her hips could probably get into his pants any day, with or without gassing him. "No, what doyou mean?" he asked.

"Sounds like you're asking for a sexy bedtime story. But I doubt you need one. I think you must know the feeling?

"I think I do," David grinned, feeling quite amorous and unconsciously moving closer to Carmen.

"I thought you would, but let's make sure," she said, placing her hand between his legs and starting to massage his prick. "Isn't this better?"

"Oh, yes," he sighed.

"Good. My bosses are women who understand men. They knew I could make you enjoy the trip. I feel your cock starting to get hard, just the way it should be. When it gets hard enough, you're going to put it in my pussy and let her make it soft for you. How does that sound?"

"Nice," he murmured.

"It will be. Now be quiet and let me play with you." David couldn't suppress a giggle. "I guess you'd like the storyteller to put you to bed?" He sighed and snuggled closer and slipped a hand inside her blouse.

"There will be time for that later if you're a good little bad boy," she said and removed his hand. "Naughty, naughty. Don't play with the storyteller's tits, yet. Just behave and listen. I'll decide when it's time to put you down for your nap. Now, would you like to hear about Madam and the Dr. Hands?"

"Sounds like a dreadful breech of professional ethics!" David replied in mock horror.

"Yes. Unsportsmanlike, but effective. A little gas can get the horny doctor into any woman's blouse. And fondling her bobbies does the rest. If done well, feeling up the tits of even the coldest bitch will make her open her legs and beg for your cock."