"Hello? Mr. Photographer?" Emma called out as she sauntered down the hallway.  "Is anyone here?" Her hands were on her hips, twisting back and forth as she turned to look in one of the rooms to her left.  She walked in, not seeing anyone in the empty room.  "Hello-mmmm!!!!"

From behind the door - and behind her - a strong hand clamped a cloth around her head, over her nose and mouth. "MMMMM!!!!" Emma kicked and swung her legs back and forth desperately fighting to break free but whatever the cloth was soaked with was powerful and fast-acting.  The struggle lasted maybe all of ten seconds as the feisty cheerleader succumbed.  The same powerful hands that had attacked her so unexpectedly now picked her unconscious body up and over the shoulder, carrying the helpless Emma out and down the hall.


"Hello?" Denise called out, in another part of the warehouse a short time later.  "I don't think there's anyone here, nobody's back here!" she added as she walked by a full-length mirror.  "Ooooh," she giggled as she posed in front of it, doing a little dance.  "Mmm mmm mmm! Nobody back here guys, nobody at all-MMMMMM!!!"

The flighty head cheerleader never saw the smaller woman coming behind her, she was too preoccupied with admiring her own reflection in the mirror.  She caught a quick glance at the short haired blonde woman as she was pulled back against the wall.  "MMMMM MMMMMM!!!" Denise gasped as a cloth was shoved over her face.  She bucked her body relentlessly trying to break free as the woman reached around with her other hand and grabbed Denise around the chest for leverage.  "MMMMM MMMMMM!!"

"Shhhh..." the woman whispered as she kept the cloth firmly over the busty cheerleader's face.

Denise fought as hard as Emma had but like her best friend she was no match for the powerful knockout agent in the cloth.  "MMMMM...MMMMM...ohh god...ohh godd..." and Denise started to slide down to the floor, her tennis shoes making a squeaking sound on the concrete floor as the woman kept a strong hold of her.  

"That's it sweetheart.  Go to sleep."

Denise's butt hit the floor, her legs splayed out as her arms dropped limply beside her; she was out cold.  The woman pulled the cloth away and then took the unconscious cheerleader's head in her hands, tossing it from side to side to ensure she was really out.

"Look at you girl! So pretty. Yay!" And she reached down under Denise's arms, pulling her body slowly down the corridor.


"Hello?" Katie shouted.  "Anyone here?"  She was walking down a completely different hallway, looking back and forth as she did.  "Hellooooo...hellooooo..." she sang out.

She kept walking until she was in front of a window in one of the walls as she looked around again.  "Hellooooo-mmmmm!!" she gasped as a hand came through the window from behind her and clamped hard over her face, pulling the tiny blonde back against the wall.  "Mmmmmm mmmmmm!!!" came her high-pitched wails as she struggled.  She tried to reach her arm back to fight off her attacker but it was no use, the hand that wasn't holding the cloth over her face grabbed her arm and pushed it back, pinning it against her front.

Katie struggled but not for long, she was the smallest of the five and in a matter of seconds she slumped back against her attacker, who pulled her easily back through the window and over the shoulder just the same way they had done with Emma.


"Hello?" Ary was climbing up the steps of what looked like a stage.  She was stepping very slowly, ever so cautious of everything around her.  "Where are you photographer?" There was a solid door on the left side of the stage area, she slowly turned the knob and opened it.  It was eerily quiet - too quiet, she thought as she looked through the door, seeing no one.  She closed the door and walked over to her right, where there was another door, this one with a sizable opening where there should have been a window.  Even as she approached she was looking all around her.  She hadn't heard a peep out of any of her friends and was expecting the worst.

Ary walked over to it, her curiosity piqued.  "That's weird.  I wonder why this door doesn't have a window-mmmm!!!" She was interrupted suddenly by the blond woman who popped up from the other side of the door, clamping a soaked cloth over her face before Ary could react.  The two were facing each other through the opening in the door, Ary could see her attacker but was unable to do a thing to stop what was happening as the woman held the cloth firmly against her face.  "Mmmmm...mmmmm..." And Ary started to slide down towards the floor, her legs buckling underneath her, as the woman kept the cloth solidly pushed against her nose and mouth until the brunette was out cold.

"Because it doesn't need a window. Silly girl."  And she pulled the cloth away as Ary slid completely down to the floor.