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A render for 's Hostile Witness - Part 3Wyatt headed around the corner, and down the hall into the living room.Peggy was sitting on the couch watching TV, her back to Wyatt.Wyatt silently approached, his heart pounding with the fear and anticipation. If she heard him, if she turned around even for a moment, he could end up with a bullet between his eyes. Wyatt quietly reached into his pocket and pulled out the thick white rag that he had already soaked with chloroform. Peggy turned her head slightly. "Marissa? Did you get the--ghmffhhhh!"Wyatt grabbed Peggy and clamped the rag down over her face. Peggy immediately started to struggle, kicking her legs and grabbing at his arms with her hands."That's right, baby, just breathe it in..." Wyatt's heart was racing as he grabbed Peggy's wrist, forcing her hand away from the holstered gun that lay on the couch beside her. He leaped over the back of the couch and pushed the pretty redhead down into the couch cushions. At the same moment he kicked the holstered gun off the couch and safely out of reach."Hmmmfhhh!" Peggy squirmed and kicked underneath him, her body writhing like a snake. She punched at him with her free hand and kicked at his legs."Just sleep now baby...sleep..." Wyatt leaned over her and pressed his body on top of hers, holding her hands down as her wild struggles began to weaken. "That's a good girl."Peggy gave a muffled scream into the thick white cloth over her face. She slapped Wyatt's arms. Her kicking started to slow, but she continued to move feebly underneath him.Wyatt pushed the wet cloth down over her face as hard as he could. "Breathe it in, baby, breathe it in. It's time to sleep now, sweetheart. Breathe and sleep..."Peggy continued to struggle weakly, but slowly her body went limp underneath him. Her eyes rolled and closed. Her legs flailed aimlessly for a few moments, then grew still.That's when Wyatt realized what Peggy was wearing. She had nothing on but a sports bra and a pair of tight running shorts.Wyatt looked down at the woman's full, round breasts. In the struggle one of her tits had popped free of the bra, and now jiggled naked in all its ripe glory. Wyatt pulled the bra up so that her second breast was also exposed, then squeezed her boobs with his free hand, feeling the soft weight of her tits. Her nipples were already hard and erect, sticking out like little pink bullets from her freckled skin. He wanted so badly to reach down and get his mouth on those soft, sensitive nipples to feel them in his mouth…Peggy's body had finally stopped moving and had become warm and soft underneath Wyatt. Her breathing became slow and regular, and her legs lay still, her thighs slightly spread. Wyatt felt her muscles go loose underneath him, and the last of her will power melted away as her body surrendered completely to his control.Wyatt slowly removed the cloth from the agent's face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open and her face relaxed in sleep.Peggy was down."Sweet dreams, Agent Evans. Enjoy your nap." He gave her a quick kiss on her warm, unresisting lips.Wyatt didn't want to leave the living room unsecured, but he was running out of time. The first Marshal, Marissa LaPlante, would be coming around soon. Upstairs he could hear the sound of the shower turning off.Wyatt quickly flipped Peggy over onto her stomach on the couch. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms tightly together behind her back, then secured them with another zip-tie.Wyatt leaned over Peggy, then pulled a syringe out of his pocket. He grabbed the hem of her shorts and yanked them down to reveal her lovely, plush ass. She wasn't wearing any panties at all. That thought somehow made Wyatt even more aroused then he already was."You've been working hard, babe." He pressed the needle into the top of Peggy's ass cheek. The liquid inside the needle vanished into her skin. "Why don’t you take the rest of the night off?"Wyatt yanked Peggy's shorts back up to cover her ass. He gave it a quick pat as he stood up. He still had work to do.If only he wasn't so aroused right now. The sight of Peggy on the couch, helpless and unresisting, her gorgeous curves on full display, her hands tied behind her back and her gentle breathing and relaxed face as she slept...it was enough to tempt even the most hardened man.Wyatt shook his head. It would have to wait.He moved back into the entryway to check on Marissa. Upstairs he could hear the sound of movement and then the sound of a hair dryer starting up. It seemed that Rebecca was done with her shower. Marissa was moaning softly, her body rolling back and forth on the entryway floor. Her hands were still zip-tied securely behind her back. Wyatt gently turned her over onto her side, then knelt beside her. He gently caressed her soft cheek and smooth neck, then ran his fingers through her long blonde hair. "Hey there, sleepyhead. It's not time for you to wake up yet. Go back to sleep."Wyatt stood up and pulled the second syringe out of his pocket. This was his favorite part of the job. He wanted nothing more than to stay with these two gorgeous women, to hold them, caress them, strip them naked and make love to them until dawn. But Wyatt was a professional. He couldn't give into pleasure right now.He unbuttoned Marissa's jeans and tugged them down, exposing her firm ass cheeks. Unlike Peggy, she wore a black thong. He slid his hand over her round buttocks, feeling their soft warmth as he slid the needle into her ass cheek. He pushed the plunger on the syringe, then carefully withdrew it.Marissa's body began to relax under his touch. Her eyes fluttered, then slowly closed. She sighed, then lay still."Good girl. Time for you to go to sleep now."Wyatt pulled Marissa's jeans back up to cover her bare ass. Upstairs, the hair dryer droned on.Peggy and Marissa were both drugged and bound. They should be out for at least an hour or so.Now it was time to deal with Rebecca.***Wyatt moved up the stairs, then to the second floor hallway. The master bedroom was up ahead, the door slightly ajar. From inside came the buzz of the hair dryer.Wyatt slipped into the bedroom and moved quietly towards the open bathroom door. He could glimpse movement inside. He heard the hair dryer shut off.Rebecca stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a white towel. Her long black hair hung loosely down over her shoulders."Peggy, is that you?" Her eyes fell on Wyatt and they widened. "Wha–? Who the hell are you?!" She backed away, her legs bumping against the large bed behind her."No one you need to worry about," Wyatt said. He pulled the cloth out of his pocket. "Time for you to take a little nap, Rebecca. You won't remember anything when you wake up, I promise.""Hey!" Rebecca shook her head, clutching the flimsy towel that barely covered her. "What the hell is this? Peggy! Marissa, where are you?""Shhhhh..." Wyatt approached her. "Your friends are getting some beauty sleep. Time for you to join them."Rebecca turned to flee, but she had already backed herself against the bed. Wyatt lunged at her, grabbing her around the waist and throwing her backwards onto the bed."No! Let go of me, you sonofa--hmmmphhhh!"Wyatt leapt on top of her kicking body and clamped the cloth over her face.Rebecca squirmed underneath him, her screams muffled by the cloth. She fought and struggled like a wildcat.Wyatt grunted as he held the kicking girl. He snarled and pushed her down tighter against the mattress. "Just breathe honey...that's a good girl. Just breathe it in...breathe it in..."Rebecca kicked her legs wildly, but Wyatt had her securely pinned. Her body slowly began to relax. Her screams turned into confused whimpers. Her flailing arms became weaker, until her punches turned into harmless slaps. Her eyes fluttered and grew heavy."Good girl," Wyatt murmured. "That's right. It's all over now...time for beddy-bye...""Hmm." Rebecca's body gave one last jerk underneath Wyatt, then became soft and limp. Her eyes rolled back into her head, then slowly closed."That's it..." Wyatt panted. He ached in a half dozen places where the girl had kicked and punched him, but he hardly felt it. He suddenly realized that Rebecca's towel had come loose in their struggle and fallen off.The girl was now completely naked underneath him, her body still warm and slightly damp from the shower. Her full, heavy breasts were exposed, her nipples stiff and pink. Her smooth skin felt so soft and yielding.Wyatt fought with himself, but his hand slowly reached down and slid up over Rebecca's curvy body, over her hips and waist, and up onto her full, soft breasts. He cupped the heavy globes, feeling them in his hand. They felt so incredibly good…Rebecca moaned softly under his touch. Wyatt froze, his hand still on one of her tits. He had forgotten that he still had the cloth pressed over her face.After a moment Rebecca relaxed again, and Wyatt went back to eagerly caressing her boobs. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the girl's warm neck.The two women downstairs were definitely sexy, but Rebecca was in a different category entirely. She had the body of a centerfold model. Wyatt could definitely see why Napoli had kept her around for so long, and why he was so reluctant to put out a contract on her. Killing a woman like this would be like destroying a work of art."Hmm..." Wyatt ran his fingers across Rebecca's full, sensitive nipples. Her body responded to his touch. Her lips parted and she moaned again. Her breasts pushed up into his hand as her body arched against him."That's a good girl," Wyatt whispered. He moved his lips over to Rebecca's ear. "Go back to sleep now.”Rebecca gave a soft, sweet little sigh, then her naked body relaxed underneath him again. She began to breathe slowly and deeply, her breasts rising and falling gently with each breath."That's it." Wyatt gently pulled Rebecca's arms to her sides. She was completely out of it now, her body lying limply on the bed underneath him. He quickly pulled a zip-tie out of his pocket, then rolled the girl over onto her side and bound her wrists together behind her back.Rebecca sighed again as he secured her hands. Her eyes didn't open. She didn't resist.Wyatt kissed her forehead and squeezed her ripe tits. "Sweet dreams, Rebecca."Rebecca sighed one last time and went quiet.Wyatt stood with a sigh. His cock was rock hard, tenting out his pants and aching to be free. He wanted nothing more than to just have his way with this gorgeous, unconscious woman until morning. But somehow, through a supreme act of willpower, he resisted.He had work to do.

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A render for 's Hostile Witness - Part 3Wyatt headed around the corner, and down the hall into the living room.Peggy was sitting on the couch watching TV, her back to Wyatt.Wyatt silently approached, his heart pounding with the fear and anticipation. If she heard him, if she turned around even for a moment, he could end up with a bullet between his eyes. Wyatt quietly reached into his pocket and pulled out the thick white rag that he had already soaked with chloroform. Peggy turned her head slightly. "Marissa? Did you get the--ghmffhhhh!"Wyatt grabbed Peggy and clamped the rag down over her face. Peggy immediately started to struggle, kicking her legs and grabbing at his arms with her hands."That's right, baby, just breathe it in..." Wyatt's heart was racing as he grabbed Peggy's wrist, forcing her hand away from the holstered gun that lay on the couch beside her. He leaped over the back of the couch and pushed the pretty redhead down into the couch cushions. At the same moment he kicked the holstered gun off the couch and safely out of reach."Hmmmfhhh!" Peggy squirmed and kicked underneath him, her body writhing like a snake. She punched at him with her free hand and kicked at his legs."Just sleep now baby...sleep..." Wyatt leaned over her and pressed his body on top of hers, holding her hands down as her wild struggles began to weaken. "That's a good girl."Peggy gave a muffled scream into the thick white cloth over her face. She slapped Wyatt's arms. Her kicking started to slow, but she continued to move feebly underneath him.Wyatt pushed the wet cloth down over her face as hard as he could. "Breathe it in, baby, breathe it in. It's time to sleep now, sweetheart. Breathe and sleep..."Peggy continued to struggle weakly, but slowly her body went limp underneath him. Her eyes rolled and closed. Her legs flailed aimlessly for a few moments, then grew still.That's when Wyatt realized what Peggy was wearing. She had nothing on but a sports bra and a pair of tight running shorts.Wyatt looked down at the woman's full, round breasts. In the struggle one of her tits had popped free of the bra, and now jiggled naked in all its ripe glory. Wyatt pulled the bra up so that her second breast was also exposed, then squeezed her boobs with his free hand, feeling the soft weight of her tits. Her nipples were already hard and erect, sticking out like little pink bullets from her freckled skin. He wanted so badly to reach down and get his mouth on those soft, sensitive nipples to feel them in his mouth…Peggy's body had finally stopped moving and had become warm and soft underneath Wyatt. Her breathing became slow and regular, and her legs lay still, her thighs slightly spread. Wyatt felt her muscles go loose underneath him, and the last of her will power melted away as her body surrendered completely to his control.Wyatt slowly removed the cloth from the agent's face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open and her face relaxed in sleep.Peggy was down."Sweet dreams, Agent Evans. Enjoy your nap." He gave her a quick kiss on her warm, unresisting lips.Wyatt didn't want to leave the living room unsecured, but he was running out of time. The first Marshal, Marissa LaPlante, would be coming around soon. Upstairs he could hear the sound of the shower turning off.Wyatt quickly flipped Peggy over onto her stomach on the couch. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms tightly together behind her back, then secured them with another zip-tie.Wyatt leaned over Peggy, then pulled a syringe out of his pocket. He grabbed the hem of her shorts and yanked them down to reveal her lovely, plush ass. She wasn't wearing any panties at all. That thought somehow made Wyatt even more aroused then he already was."You've been working hard, babe." He pressed the needle into the top of Peggy's ass cheek. The liquid inside the needle vanished into her skin. "Why don’t you take the rest of the night off?"Wyatt yanked Peggy's shorts back up to cover her ass. He gave it a quick pat as he stood up. He still had work to do.If only he wasn't so aroused right now. The sight of Peggy on the couch, helpless and unresisting, her gorgeous curves on full display, her hands tied behind her back and her gentle breathing and relaxed face as she slept...it was enough to tempt even the most hardened man.Wyatt shook his head. It would have to wait.He moved back into the entryway to check on Marissa. Upstairs he could hear the sound of movement and then the sound of a hair dryer starting up. It seemed that Rebecca was done with her shower. Marissa was moaning softly, her body rolling back and forth on the entryway floor. Her hands were still zip-tied securely behind her back. Wyatt gently turned her over onto her side, then knelt beside her. He gently caressed her soft cheek and smooth neck, then ran his fingers through her long blonde hair. "Hey there, sleepyhead. It's not time for you to wake up yet. Go back to sleep."Wyatt stood up and pulled the second syringe out of his pocket. This was his favorite part of the job. He wanted nothing more than to stay with these two gorgeous women, to hold them, caress them, strip them naked and make love to them until dawn. But Wyatt was a professional. He couldn't give into pleasure right now.He unbuttoned Marissa's jeans and tugged them down, exposing her firm ass cheeks. Unlike Peggy, she wore a black thong. He slid his hand over her round buttocks, feeling their soft warmth as he slid the needle into her ass cheek. He pushed the plunger on the syringe, then carefully withdrew it.Marissa's body began to relax under his touch. Her eyes fluttered, then slowly closed. She sighed, then lay still."Good girl. Time for you to go to sleep now."Wyatt pulled Marissa's jeans back up to cover her bare ass. Upstairs, the hair dryer droned on.Peggy and Marissa were both drugged and bound. They should be out for at least an hour or so.Now it was time to deal with Rebecca.***Wyatt moved up the stairs, then to the second floor hallway. The master bedroom was up ahead, the door slightly ajar. From inside came the buzz of the hair dryer.Wyatt slipped into the bedroom and moved quietly towards the open bathroom door. He could glimpse movement inside. He heard the hair dryer shut off.Rebecca stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a white towel. Her long black hair hung loosely down over her shoulders."Peggy, is that you?" Her eyes fell on Wyatt and they widened. "Wha–? Who the hell are you?!" She backed away, her legs bumping against the large bed behind her."No one you need to worry about," Wyatt said. He pulled the cloth out of his pocket. "Time for you to take a little nap, Rebecca. You won't remember anything when you wake up, I promise.""Hey!" Rebecca shook her head, clutching the flimsy towel that barely covered her. "What the hell is this? Peggy! Marissa, where are you?""Shhhhh..." Wyatt approached her. "Your friends are getting some beauty sleep. Time for you to join them."Rebecca turned to flee, but she had already backed herself against the bed. Wyatt lunged at her, grabbing her around the waist and throwing her backwards onto the bed."No! Let go of me, you sonofa--hmmmphhhh!"Wyatt leapt on top of her kicking body and clamped the cloth over her face.Rebecca squirmed underneath him, her screams muffled by the cloth. She fought and struggled like a wildcat.Wyatt grunted as he held the kicking girl. He snarled and pushed her down tighter against the mattress. "Just breathe honey...that's a good girl. Just breathe it in...breathe it in..."Rebecca kicked her legs wildly, but Wyatt had her securely pinned. Her body slowly began to relax. Her screams turned into confused whimpers. Her flailing arms became weaker, until her punches turned into harmless slaps. Her eyes fluttered and grew heavy."Good girl," Wyatt murmured. "That's right. It's all over now...time for beddy-bye...""Hmm." Rebecca's body gave one last jerk underneath Wyatt, then became soft and limp. Her eyes rolled back into her head, then slowly closed."That's it..." Wyatt panted. He ached in a half dozen places where the girl had kicked and punched him, but he hardly felt it. He suddenly realized that Rebecca's towel had come loose in their struggle and fallen off.The girl was now completely naked underneath him, her body still warm and slightly damp from the shower. Her full, heavy breasts were exposed, her nipples stiff and pink. Her smooth skin felt so soft and yielding.Wyatt fought with himself, but his hand slowly reached down and slid up over Rebecca's curvy body, over her hips and waist, and up onto her full, soft breasts. He cupped the heavy globes, feeling them in his hand. They felt so incredibly good…Rebecca moaned softly under his touch. Wyatt froze, his hand still on one of her tits. He had forgotten that he still had the cloth pressed over her face.After a moment Rebecca relaxed again, and Wyatt went back to eagerly caressing her boobs. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the girl's warm neck.The two women downstairs were definitely sexy, but Rebecca was in a different category entirely. She had the body of a centerfold model. Wyatt could definitely see why Napoli had kept her around for so long, and why he was so reluctant to put out a contract on her. Killing a woman like this would be like destroying a work of art."Hmm..." Wyatt ran his fingers across Rebecca's full, sensitive nipples. Her body responded to his touch. Her lips parted and she moaned again. Her breasts pushed up into his hand as her body arched against him."That's a good girl," Wyatt whispered. He moved his lips over to Rebecca's ear. "Go back to sleep now.”Rebecca gave a soft, sweet little sigh, then her naked body relaxed underneath him again. She began to breathe slowly and deeply, her breasts rising and falling gently with each breath."That's it." Wyatt gently pulled Rebecca's arms to her sides. She was completely out of it now, her body lying limply on the bed underneath him. He quickly pulled a zip-tie out of his pocket, then rolled the girl over onto her side and bound her wrists together behind her back.Rebecca sighed again as he secured her hands. Her eyes didn't open. She didn't resist.Wyatt kissed her forehead and squeezed her ripe tits. "Sweet dreams, Rebecca."Rebecca sighed one last time and went quiet.Wyatt stood with a sigh. His cock was rock hard, tenting out his pants and aching to be free. He wanted nothing more than to just have his way with this gorgeous, unconscious woman until morning. But somehow, through a supreme act of willpower, he resisted.He had work to do.