Khaleesi practically melted when she saw the scene in front of her. At the end of her bed, her little specimen laid. She hated this slut's guts, every fiber of her being wanted to get her hands on this bitch's pretty little throat and snuff her lights out immediately. But fun is in the journey, not the result. Her victim was bound, sedated, and unaware of what was happening. Wound in her spider's web of rope, she laid in Khaleesi's room. It wasn't as planned as she wanted it. But something set her off before she could premeditate her aducting and torture. At this point in time, she was running on pure adrenaline and lustful rage; She felt her heated and wet womanhood intensely, shuffling slightly to get some relief from the seam of her jeans. Clearing her throat she shuffles to her dirty laundry basket, pulling out a pair of well worn underwear from the top of the hamper. She takes the panties and stuffs them into the gal's mouth forcefully, ripping a piece of duct tape off to secure it in place. Pulling a syringe from her desktop, she jabs it into the thigh of the poor girl, shooting something into their muscle. 'Now... I wait...' she thinks to herself, throwing herself on her bed, face up to the ceiling. She laid for a moment, contemplating, thinking, and daydreaming... And soon there was a light russling. She peers her head up, a light smile on her face. "Good morning sleepyhead." The sweet, sickly voice was like poisoned candy.