When The Sandman Calls, Even Heroes Must Answer

PART TWO: as the van continued down the bumpy city street, both officers were now in a deep chloroform induced sleep for the long ride ahead. Officer TJ’s head jostled for a while but came to rest in a position the kidnappers deemed “comfortable for transport.”

As the van stopped at a red light, Officer TJ could see the flashing lights of a police car next to them. He desperately tried to kick and mmmph through the gag but his muffled pleas for help weren’t loud enough for the officers just outside to hear. The kidnappers had already put his partner down for a long chloroform induced nap before stripping him to his underwear so they could use his uniform.

“You’re next,” said one of the kidnappers as he slowly and methodically moistened a handkerchief with chloroform.” Officer TJ protested and mmphed for help as the kidnapper said, “Just relax, kid. They can’t hear you.” Officer TJ watched with dread as the kidnapper extended his hand with the handkerchief, pressing it firmly into Officer TJ’s face.

He could feel the van start to slowly pull away as he watched the driver cheerfully wave to the cops in the ca next to him. Alas, Officer TJ was out of their view and gagged sufficiently so they could not hear his desperate pleas for rescue.

Officer TJ started to feel lightheaded after a few whiffs. “Shhhh. That’s it,” whispered the kidnapper. “Almost there. Just breathe.”

In one more futile attempt for help, Officer TJ shook his partner, but got no response. The kidnapper whispered, “Oh he’s having a nice nap. And you’re about to join him. Shhhhh. There you go.”

The kidnapper withdrew the handkerchief and whispered, “Nighty night,” as Officer TJ could no fight the chloroform…his head rolling back and then faceplanting into his partner’s backside.

Officer TJ’s head jostled as the van navigated turns and the bumpy city streets. CONTINUED IN PART TWO

When dad’s ringer drowns out your muffled hollers for help.

“Nah. All quiet here. I just locked up the house, so no prowlers are getting in here tonight. I’m headed to bed.”

The burglars removed the officers’ pants to avoid the trouble of removing their weapons, mace and handcuffs individually. Their eyes were now only lightly dosed and the chloroform was beginning to wear off, so one of the burglars wet the handkerchiefs more thoroughly before pressing them into the lightly snoozing officers’ faces.

“Shhhhh,” he whispered, “You’re in for a nice long nap now.”

Officer Holloway quickly went under, his head rested gently against some boxes.

His partner, Chance, resisted, but was no match for the chloroform soaked cloth.

His eyes fluttered and the last thing he remembered was the scent of chloroform changing to salty, sweaty man musk, as he face planted into his partner, trading the white cotton of the handkerchief for the white cotton of his partner’s briefs. Chance tried to lift his head, but it was useless. As the hit a bump, his head jostled, causing his nose to plunge deep into Holloway’s white cotton covered hole. A position he’d remain in for the remainder of the hour ride.