The Paramedic

[CBiscuit]

C.Biscuit
The Paramedic


As Sherry pulled up to the red light at the intersection, an old rusted out car suddenly came around the corner and crashed into the right front fender of her station wagon. The hood of her car had popped slightly open, but it looked like just a fender bender so far. The man in the other car got out and raised her hood. She couldn’t see him, as he disconnected a wire. He closed the hood. Sherry got out and looked at the car. There was a dent in the front fender and that was all. She could hear sirens.

A police car and an ambulance pulled up behind her. She got back in her car. The officer asked her what had happened. She explained that she had been hit by the other car, and that she was in a hurry to pick up her children at school. The officer checked her license and told her she was free to go as soon as the paramedics checked her.

Sherry was divorced and had 2 daughters. One was 8 and the other was 6. Sherry was a pretty brunette with large well rounded breasts. She was about five foot two and had a nice shape. She was 35 years old. She waited as the paramedic approached the car. The police had left and so had the other driver that hit her.

The young man came up to her and looked at her through the open car window. She told him she wasn’t hurt anywhere and just had to be checked out so she could leave. She reminded him that her daughters were waiting for her. He said that there would be no problem, and that he would only need a minute. He looked into her eyes and said that she may be in shock, but that was all. He would treat her for that and she could leave. He reached in his kit and pulled out an injection gun. He held it to her neck and pulled the trigger. She heard a burst of air and felt a slight sting on her neck. He said that she should wait about 2 minutes for the sedative to take effect and then she could leave. He went back to his ambulance and waited.

Sherry felt light headed right away. She went to start her car. There was no response. She tried to get out of the car but was too dizzy to stand. She honked the horn and signaled for the paramedic to come back. He came up to her and asked her what was wrong. She said that she couldn’t start her car and that she was too lightheaded to drive anyway. She asked him what he had given her. He said that it was a mild sedative to offset shock, and that she would be fine in a few minutes. Then he opened her car hood and looked around. He fixed the wire and asked her to try the car again. It started right away. He closed the hood and said that she could go as soon as she felt better.

She felt worse however. She was drowsy and light headed and felt like she would pass out. He went to the ambulance and came back with an oxygen tank and a clear mask. He placed the mask over her nose and mouth and strapped it around her head. He turned on the cylinder and told her to breathe normally. It smelled sweet, and as she inhaled she started to relax all over. Her ears started ringing, and her vision became blurred but she didn’t seem to care. Suddenly everything went dark.

The young man watched smiling as her eyes fluttered, and then rolled up into her head and closed. Her pretty head went limp and fell to the side. He left the gas on as he opened the back of the ambulance and took out the stretcher. He wheeled it to her car and opened her door and lifted her out and placed her on the stretcher. He placed the gas on it next to her still running. He took her purse out of the car and then locked the car and put her keys in her purse and brought it along. He loaded the stretcher on the truck and placed her purse inside. As he drove away the mask was still on her face and the gas was still running. He then headed for his house.

He pressed his garage door remote and pulled inside closing the door behind him. He was now out of sight and he opened the back door and lifted Sherry out. He removed her mask and turned off the gas and left the cylinder in the ambulance. Sherry was really out. The shot alone would have done it. It was a powerful cocktail of muscle relaxers, sedatives and a tranquilizer. She would have passed out in another 2 or 3 minutes without the gas and slept for 3-4 hours. But now she’d had 20 minutes of gas as well. He carried her limp body into his den.

The den was made up to look like a hospital room. When women woke up in it, they would think they were safe. Once outside that room it was just an ordinary house however. He kept them sedated or asleep at all times so they would not be able to leave the bed. He placed Sherry on the bed and looked her over. He placed her purse on the table beside the bed. He then removed her high heeled pumps and placed them next to her purse.

He set up an IV stand next to her and set up a line and a sedative, so he would be ready when she woke up. He also had a gas cylinder handy just in case. He was a real medical technician and he drove a real ambulance. He worked at night though. His day work was for his personal enjoyment. All the equipment at his house was stolen from the hospital. He was well trained in how to use it too.

After he was ready he unbuttoned Sherry’s blouse. Then he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He lifted the loose bra away and revealed her large well rounded breasts. He looked at them with awe and began to fondle her. He played with her breasts for about an hour and then looked over her legs. She wore nice sheer pantyhose. He lifted her skirt up. She was wearing black bikini panties that matched her bra. Her feet were nice too, and had had a recent pedicure. For a mom she was pretty hot, and was most likely sexually active, given the underwear she had on.

He turned her over and looked at her butt. He pulled down her pantyhose and panties to have a better look. He was impressed and played with her there for about a half hour as well. Then he pulled her pants and pantyhose back up and turned her over. He fixed her skirt and then he put her bra back on and re-hooked it. Then he fixed her blouse and arranged her on the bed. He rolled up her left sleeve and attached the IV to her arm. He fastened it tightly with tape so she couldn’t pull it loose. He checked the valve and then opened it and established flow. Then he shut it off. All was ready.

Four hours had now passed since Sherry passed out in the car and she was starting to stir. He watched her as she started to awaken. She woke up startled and then when she saw her surroundings, she relaxed. He said “Hello: my name is Jim.” “I’m Sherry, she said, and what happened and how long have I been here?” He told her it had been about 4 hours, and that she had a reaction to the shot he gave her. He tried to revive her with oxygen but she passed out anyway so he had to bring her here. Yes she remembered the oxygen mask. She asked where her purse and shoes were. He pointed to the table next to her. She grabbed her purse and pulled out her cell phone.

He told her that they were using the IV to undo the effects of the drug, and that he had to adjust it before she made her phone call. She held the phone and waited while he turned the valve and released the sedative. Then he told her to call whoever she wanted and left the room.

As she started to press the numbers they looked fuzzy to her. She blinked her eyes, but it didn’t help. They only got fuzzier and she felt dizzy again. She couldn’t find the send button to complete the call. The phone fell from her hands as she fell back onto the bed. Her head was swimming. She looked at the ceiling but could not focus. That’s the last thing she remembered.

Jim watched with excitement as she dropped the phone and fell on the bed. Then he watched as her head fell limp to the side as she went deeply under once again. He really enjoyed watching them helplessly succumb to the drug. She would be his sleepy puppet for a little while longer. When he went to work he would put her back in her car, still out, and she would wake up with her keys in the ignition and her purse beside her and no one would believe her story. There was no police report since the cop was a friend of his. There would be no hospital records either, since she was only at his house. He would have to pay the guy that bumped her with some photos of her though.

He strapped on a gas mask and turned on the valve. Then he removed the IV from her arm. He stripped her totally naked this time and put the clothing on the other side of the room. Then he removed the gas mask and moved it away. She was out and totally naked on the bed now. He started taking pictures. He posed her in many positions. Then he put her panties on and took more pictures. Then he put her bra on and took more shots. His friend would be very pleased. He put the gas mask back on her and dressed her completely this time, even her shoes were back on. He left the gas running as he moved her back to the ambulance.

He drove back to the scene and parked behind her car. The friend that bumped her had fixed the dent nicely. He removed the mask and placed her behind the wheel and put her purse back where it was on the seat. He put the keys in the ignition and put the seat belt around her. He placed her limp head on the headrest so it looked like she was napping. Then he locked the car and closed the door. As he pulled away he smiled and headed for the hospital to begin his shift. After all maybe he’d get paid to rescue the next babe!

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[larrydude]

NICE! Very good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!