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knockedoutsleeping · 3 months
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Sleep…..sleeeep. A little extra chloroform to ensure he’s sleeping deeply.
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oliversrarebooks · 4 months
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you have chosen: chloroform rag
from the sedation vending machine poll
TW: kidnapping, chloroform rag ofc
You push the button for a chloroform rag. There's a soft whirring from the machine.
You reach into the slot to retrieve your purchase, but there doesn't seem to be anything in there. You wave your hand around -- a chloroform rag would be flat and hard to find, wouldn't it? Maybe it got caught on something inside the machine. You crouch down, trying to see inside the door. There doesn't seem to be anything there.
Just as you're standing up, you're roughly grabbed around the waist by a strong arm. Another arm clamps a chemical-smelling cloth firmly over your mouth and nose. "Just breathe it in," they whisper in your ear. "Isn't that nice and sweet? And so sleepy. Just let it put you to sleep..."
Your eyes widen. You try to hold your breath and struggle with both hands against the arm holding the cloth to your face. They're strong, superhumanly so. Their arm isn't budging at all, and they're not reacting to your struggles and kicks in the slightest. You try not to panic, knowing that wild flailing will only make you breathe in more of the drug, spread it around your system faster. But if you don't escape soon...
"Don't fight it," says your kidnapper. "You're just going to have a nice sleep. A refreshing little nap..."
Your struggles are growing more desperate, and you can't help but gulp down a few chemical-laden breaths. There's something like a tingle at the base of your skull, a strange numbing feeling, and you're starting to feel a bit woozy. It's starting to kick in. Your time is running out.
"It's working, isn't it? Don't worry. You're going to relax, and your body will feel warm and heavy, and you're going to feel very, very sleepy."
No! You have to get free before it's too late. But you can't budge the hand with the cloth an inch, can't get any fresh air in your system. Everything smells like chemicals, and as you pull on your kidnapper's arm, you can feel your limbs starting to get numb and heavy. Your head is spinning.
"It feels good, doesn't it? So soothing, so relaxing. You're starting to get sleepy, aren't you? You're getting so, so drowsy."
Your eyelids droop. You've been so focused on trying to escape that you didn't even notice the drowsiness stealing up on you, but now that it has, it's impossible to ignore. Your legs stopped kicking a while ago; you can't stop your arms from losing their grip on your assailant, effectively sealing your fate.
"Good, that's it, stop fighting. Just keep taking nice deep breaths, get real sleepy. Very, very sleepy."
You can feel your muscles relax as your body goes limp in your kidnapper's hold. Your eyelids feel heavy now, like they could close down all by themselves. You can't let them shut. You have to stay awake.
"You're so tired now, aren't you? Why don't you just rest your eyes?" your kidnapper coaxes. "Just let those drowsy eyes close down tight and rest them for a minute. Just shut your eyes..."
Your eyelids are fluttering. You're trying everything you can to keep yourself awake, but you're losing that battle. The chemical on the rag is slowly but surely putting you to sleep.
"Your eyes are very, very heavy, aren't they? Just close your eyes, close your eyes and go to sleep..."
Your head nods forward as your eyes close all by themselves. You're slipping in and out of consciousness now, fighting the urge to sleep with the last scrap of your lucidity.
"Good, good," says the oddly soothing voice at your ear. Your kidnapper has loosened their grip on you, to hold you up more than restrain you. "Shut your eyes and take nice, deep breaths. The drug's going to put you to sleep now. It's gonna put you fast asleep..."
Your heavy, drowsy eyes crack open only briefly. You're so incredibly tired. Sleep is calling for you, and you can't resist. You're utterly helpless in the grip of the drugged cloth.
"Go to sleep," your kidnapper whispers. "Sleep... sleep..."
It's the last thing you hear before going under.
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nastybats · 8 months
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Brainrotting thinking about drugged rags and breathplay...
The sub trying to hold their breath so so desperately, trying to fend off the fumes that are snaking their way through their nose. It won’t matter, of course, because they have to breathe in eventually. They get a budget of breaths before the drugs slowly drag them down into unconsciousness~
The dom can caress and touch them in some sensitive bit of their body and force a little inhale. Oops! There goes one of the few breaths they get. Their head gets lighter and they start panicking. It’s complete fucking overstimulation as they’re lightheaded from holding their breath, turned on from being groped, and being actively drugged out
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bloodybosom · 25 days
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Thanks @monicasheart62
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chloro1998 · 2 months
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Shhhhhhhh
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slasherboy-brainrot · 4 months
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I wonder what chloroform smells like. Will someone come show me?
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choke2sleep · 9 months
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Sleepy sleep. Chloroformed to sleep then triangle choke to sleep.
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whumperofworlds · 8 months
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Whumpee needs a goddamn nap. But they refuse to do so.
So the team sedates/chloroforms them to force them to take a nap.
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they all got chloroformed
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knockedoutsleeping · 8 months
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Sleep deeply…..sleeeep.
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chris0610 · 2 months
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Well I hope wishes can come true. Feel free to tell me yours
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blake078 · 4 months
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Take a deep breath
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wonder-vixen · 7 months
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chloro1998 · 14 days
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POV (left): “Don’t worry, buddy! You get some sleep, and let me worry about the bad guys.”
POV (right): 45 minutes later, you wake up to the sound of loud snoring and discover your hands and legs are tied and a cloth is wrapped around your mouth.
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bizarreauhavre · 10 months
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Richard Tennant Cooper representing the effects of chloroform, ca. 1912.
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