The Night of the Peeper

Johnny was a familiar site, riding around the neighborhood on his bicycle nearly every day. He waved at all the people working in their yards, and pet all the dogs taking their daily stroll. However, when night fell he put away his bike to sneak around, peering into all the windows.

“Henry, someones peeking in our window again. You ought to call the police.” Mabel wanted her husband to chase after the culprit, but he was too busy watching the news on TV.

Johnny drifted from house to house nearly every night, making sure he was not seen by the routine police patrols. Most of what he managed to see was dull and routine, since much of the more interesting stuff was done behind closed curtains. However, one particular night's peeking circuit changed his routine forever.

Diana Duke came home late one night exhausted from the days travail at the Agency. Normally she closed the blinds before changing her clothes, but this particular time, she forgot. The stress at work probably was the reason for her mind to be on a thousand other things and not on the blinds. That mistake just happened to coincide with Johny's passing through the area, and the light in her unprotected window caught his attention.

“Hmmm, she always closes those darn blinds, but not tonight. I wonder why.” Moving closer, the neighborhood peeping Tom was rewarded by seeing a beautiful woman in nothing but her panties and bra. She crossed the room to the dressing table, sat down and started brushing her long wavy brunette tresses, and then her cell phone buzzed. Johnny couldn't hear what was being said, but was so startled by what happened next, he stumbled backwards, falling on his tush. “I can't believe what I just saw, Holy Cow.”

He abruptly ceased his nightly prowling to concentrate on the lady known to him as Diana Duke. Unfortunately, she never forgot to close the blinds again, which really frustrated Johnny, who felt he had to somehow confirm what he had seen that one night. “This can't be real, I must have imagined what I saw.” He decided to do a lot of research on the Internet, and as a result gathered a lot of equipment to obtain his new goal in life.

It was a drizzly night, when the Peeping Tom escalated his activity to one of breaking and entering. The row house, where Diana Duke resided was dark. “She must be working late again.” Johnny had observed her working habits the previous couple weeks, so finding the house empty late at night was not unusual. Using his newly gained skills, he picked the lock and entered the foyer, and then locked the door behind him.

About an hour later, the front door opened, and Diana entered, shook out her umbrella, and placed it upright in a corner of the tiled foyer. “I'm really beat tonight. TGIF” She then hastily removed her high heels, and tossed them across the living room, turned on the light, and then flopped in her favorite easy chair to turn on the TV. “What's on tonight?” As she picked up the TV guide, she heard the phone ringing in the kitchen. “Who can that be?” Rising from the chair< Diana intended to answer the phone, but the Peeping Tom had another idea.

Johnny came out of his hiding place from behind the sofa with a pre-soaked pad in his hand, and approached the woman from behind. “This should disable her quickly.” He assured himself as his hand reached over the woman's shoulder.

“WHATHMMPPHHH!!” Diana was caught completely by surprise, and inhaled a large dose of the drug before realizing what was happening. “NNMMSTPPMM!” She felt a man's body press against hers, and an arm wrap around her waist. Knowing she had already breathed in too much of the vile chemical, it was imperative to act now. Johnny was surprised by the woman's resilience, and when she suddenly threw an elbow into his mid-section he lost his grip. They both staggered backwards, and Diana turned around to face the attacker, wearing a black ski-mask. “You'll pay for this.” She threatened.

“NO you don't.” Johnny charged the woman, pressing the cloth against her face once again, and forcing her back to the wall.

“UUMMPPHHH!” Diana let out a gasp, when she hit the wall, and inhaled more of the drug. This time she kneed the man in the crotch, causing him to back up and bend over. Seeing this as an opportunity to flee the danger she ran forward, but tripped and sprawled out on the carpet. “UUFFFF! Got to get up.” The athletic woman made a hasty attempt at regaining her footing, but was weakened from the chloroform and stumbled forward to wind up frantically crawling on the floor.

Johnny recovered and lunged at the woman, straddled her, and thrust the rag over her face a third time. “You're more resistant to this stuff than I was led to believe.” He held the cloth firmly in place, and Diana was eventually for--d to breathe in the foul smelling fumes.

“Have to do something now or it's all over.” She decided on a desperate ploy, so held her breath and completely relaxed her body.

Thinking the woman had finally succumbed to the chloroform, Johnny rose to his feet almost exhausted from the tussle, and then peered down at his conquest. “Whew, you were tougher than I expect....whooaa.” Suddenly the woman jumped to her feet and ran into the other room. “I don't believe that.” He then saw the tell flash of light. “Aha, I didn't imagine it.” Then taking the pre loaded syringe from his pocket, her removed the plastic safety cap covering the needle, and waited.

“What exactly do you want from Ms. Duke.” Standing in the doorway to the living room was the most magnificent figure of a woman he had ever seen, wearing practically nothing, but a skimpy Halloween costume. She strode confidently towards the stunned intruder and reached out to pull off his mask.

Johnny's arm moved swiftly, jabbing the needle in the side of the heroine's neck and quickly injecting the fluid. “I really don't want you to do that.” He smiled as the woman's hand stopped just before reaching the mask, and she staggered backwards.

“Wha..hab..yooo..done?” Wonder Lady felt her forehead, as she suddenly felt very warm. “C..can't..stan..uup.” Her legs became wobbly, so she reached out for support, but fell to her knees.

Johnny was transfixed at the sight of this beautiful superheroine now helpless before him. “I never thought you actually existed. You were just a legend, a comic book character.” He went to where she was struggling for control of her muscles, and placed the cloth under her nose.

Her eyes pleaded with him to stop, but all she could do was to weakly raise one arm in a feeble attempt to push his hand away, and then it loosely dropped back to her side. “I'm getting weaker...c..can't..resist.” Even the Amazon's indomitable will power could not save her. She felt the powerful chemical oozing it's way into her brain.

Johnny watched her head begin to tilt back, and placed his hand behind to stop it, and then pressed the cloth gently over her nose and mouth. He heard the muffled moans as the beautiful blue pupils rolled back, and her long black lashes flutter a couple times then slowly close. He had finally done it, she was completely out. Lifting the gorgeous limp shape he carried her into the bedroom, laid her gently on the mattress, and then closed the blinds.

To be cont.......

Sleep Master

Nice story needs to be continued.