Josie stood in the door way as her boyfriend walked up the drive. She had a large smile on her face and plans for the night. "Hello" she said to Tom as he came up the steps. "Howdy. Say where's your parents car?" Tom asked looking back towards the empty drive way. "Come on in and I'll tell you." she coaxed. They enter the house and strolled into the living room. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked. "Sure, how about some of that tea you make." he replied. "You still haven't said where your parents car is at." he reminded her as she wandered off to the kitchen. "Oh, yeah. I wanted to surprise you. My parents went to visit my sister out of town. They'll be gone until monday. I have the house to myself all weekend." she said as she came out with a cup of hot tea for him. "Here, have a seat and drink your tea." she said patting her dads recliner. "Thank you." he said sitting down in the chair and taking the tea from her. "All weekend, huh? So what are you going to do? Any plans?" he asked between careful sips of the hot tea. "I have an idea or two." she responded sitting on the couch yet keeping an attentive eye on him. "I was think along the lines of you and me doing some things together." she said with a smile. "Good tea." he said finishing it off. "What sort of things did you have in mind." he said as he tried to put the cup aside on the side table. He found it a bit difficult, but managed with little concern. "I dunno. Maybe we can play house." she said standing up and approaching him. "I think we're a little to old to play house." he said holding up a hand to her. She took it and he pulled her to his lap. She on it and he held her around the waist. His pupils were dilating a bit more then they would normally. "Not at all. I could be the momma and you could be the daddy." she responded, hinting at possible sexual interactions. "I think I could play that game." he said. He took a peck on her cheek. "I feel kind of fuzzy. I wonder why." he commented. "Its the tea. It had a little something in it to relax you. My mom gives it to my dad once in a while. I think all dads get it sometimes." she lied. "Ummm. It makes you feel all soft and fluffy. I like this. You can call me daddy all you want tonight." he warmed to her deception. "Then to be the daddy, you need your pipe." She said leaning over and selecting one of her fathers pipes from a rack. "I don't think so." he responded slowly, brushing her hand away gently. "Please. For me." she said gently plodding at his lips with the stem. "Okay." he gave in and accepted it by clamping around the stem. She smiled from ear to ear at this. "Now you look like the perfect daddy." she said as she slipped her arm around behind him and hugged him strongly. She suddenly stood up and tugged at his hand. "Come on, I want to show you something." "Now what?" he said aloud around the pipe. She helped him up as he found it a little harder then usual in his 'relaxed' state. The slipped arms around each other and walked around the house and down into the basement. She lead him across a semi darkened room and opened the door into another. They entered this room and she closed the door behind herself. In the center of the floor was a low standing box. It had lear sides and metal ends. It center was a large padded affair and it had a clear panel for a top. It was large as a queen size bed and as tall as a chest of drawers. On one of the ends was a panel of dials and buttons and few flashing lights. Tom extracted the pipe from his lips and used it to point at the box shaped item. "What is that?" he asked with amazement. "Its an Auto-Crib. " she began. "My parents bought when they had my sister. I got it when I was born." she continued. "What's it do?" he asked tapping on it with the stem of the pipe. "You put your toddler in it at night, and it takes care of them, from changing diapers to feeding. It even administers medicine if your sick." she said opening the top. "Come on in. It's relay comfortable." she said as she climbed over the side and sat down on the padded floor. He climbed over the side and sat down beside her. "Your right. Its very soft." She gently patted his hand and lifted it suggesting he put the pipe back in his mouth. He complied with no resistance. "It looks like a strong kid could get out with little problem though." he commented. "oh, you'd think so. But the top here locks down." she said tapping on the clear cover panel. She stood up and climbed over the top. "Here, I'll show you some of the things it can do." she said. She closed the top over him. "See, it locks nice an tightly." she began. He tested it and found it quite secure. "On the panel here I can turn on some music, and a vibration system." she punched the appropriate buttons, making music come on. The floor of the crib gently began to humm, massaging his legs as he sat there. "Umm, thats nice." he said around the pipe. "What else can it do?" he asked. "Well the best part is when it nap time for the kid. You dial in their age on this panel and then press this button." she pointed to a button hidden from his view. "Then the crib releases a special dose of a gas that makes the child take a light nap. It last about an hour and they wake up all refreshed. It used to work wonders on me when I was cranky, or so my mom says." "Sounds a bit like foul play. Knocking out your child." he said uncommitedly. "Kind of, I guess. There's two modes. The nap mode which only puts them out for an hour. Then there's the night mode, which puts them out and if during the night they should wake up and start to cry, it rocks them back to sleep with a hefty dose of the gas." she responded. "I don't think I would like that. Sounds kind of uncomfortable." he said, taking the pipe from his lips. "I think you will like it. I always found it enjoyable." She said ominously. "Here, I'll set it at the highest age, a six year old, and just tap this button." She said adjusting the dial and pressing the button. "At best this will only put you to sleep for twenty minutes. Sweet Dreams." she chirped as the hiss of gas filling the crib could be heard. He looked up at her and then slowly slid onto his side. His eyes closed as he sank into the drug induced nap. "It's kind of cold down here, I better get you a blanket." She said as she hurried up stairs to fetch one. She returned ten minutes later with a soft blanket in her arms. Blindly she pushed at the unlock button and opened the top. She climbed over the side and sat down beside his sleeping form. "Here you go sleepy head." she mumbled placing the blanket over him. She gently extracted the pipe from his limp hand. Standing up she bumped her head on the panel and sat down abruptly. "Ouch!" she yelled as the panel dropped down with a thunk. A look of surprise crossed her face as the floor began a gentle vibration and the crib played a gently lullaby. "Oh, no." she muttered. She could here the gas begin sprayed into the crib. She realized that she must have accidently pressed the night mode button at some point. Now she would be locked in here until seven the next day. The gas would put her out for a couple of hours. BUt if she didn't make any noise when she awoke, she could try to break out. Moving gently she curled up behind him, in a spoon fashion, and lay her arm across his chest. She hugged him close to her, pipe in her hand up against his chest. Her mind became fuzzy as the gas grew in concentration. It was only designed to sedate a six year old, and since she wasn't pre-sedated like he had been it was taking longer to affect her. Already she could barely keep her eyes open. The last thing she did was bury her nose in the back of his neck. The rocking kept up for another half hour before turning itself off. Two more hours went by before she began to wake up. She slowly came to and remembered where she was. She lay still, listening to his breathing. Shortly it became deeper and deeper as he too began to wake up. She braced her self for what she had to do, as he rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. "Hey, mmmffff..." he began as she clamped over his mouth quickly with her hand. "Shhh.. Don't make a sound. Don't even move." she whispered in his ear. She slowly removed her hand, trusting him. "Why?" he said quietly at her. "We got locked in the crib. It's set to make us sleep until morning." she responded over her breath. "Sounds like bull to me." he said aloud. "I think you drugged me, just so you can sleep with me." he said with a bit of anger. She tried to stop him, but he pushed away her hand. They both felt the crib begin to vibrate gently back and forth. A soft tune issued from somewhere at their feet. "What's that?" he asked with a start. "I told you so. When the crib detects the baby making noise at night, it puts baby back to sleep." she informed him. "Now comes the gas. I think you'll enjoy it. Just lay back and let it take you away." she advised. "But, I don't want to..." he began. She sat up and caught him as he began to slump. Gently she laid him back down and collapsed as his side in a hazy fog that slowly gave way to slumber. An hour later a panel on the crib opened and a robot arm gently pulled them apart. It began a long slow process of stripping them of their clothes. Another hour passed as it attended to its task. It raised their legs one at a time and powdered their behinds. The effects of the gas began to were off and they both subconsciously resisted the arm with more and more vigorous twitches. Unable to control their twitches, the crib opened another panel above their heads and another arm came out. This arm had a large cotton ball pad in its grip that it placed first over his nose and mouth and then other hers. Gageing their reflexes with the other arm, it used the soporific powers of chloroform to bring them back into a medium level of sedation. The crib continued its chore and fitted them with appropriately sized diapers. Then it covered each of them with their own blanket. Folding up its arms it left them to sleep off the drug in peace and quiet. Several hours passed as their drifted in and out of sedation quietly. They both slowly came around just after three in the morning. They were facing each other and they lay there just staring at each other blankly from beneath their blankets. He sat up first and she sat up beside him, each of them leaning back against the crib wall. "I'm sorry." she whispered. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." "It's okay. I know you didn't." he replied quietly. "I kind of enjoy your game." he said. "Here, you go daddy." She said grasping the pipe beside her and handing it to him. He put it in his lips and smiled around the stem at her. Raising and arm, he hugged her to him in a warm embrace. "Your so nice to me." She whispered. "I try." he said over his breath. "Do you know what time it ?" he asked. "I am not sure but I guess around two or three." she replied. "Well, I can't just sit here all night. So I guess that means that is Nap Time!" he said aloud. The floor beneath began to rock again. "I think I like this. " he said taking the pipe from his lips momentarily. She smiled at this comment and noticed him begin to sway. He seemed to be an easy patient with this gas. It could knock him out with no problem. She found herself blacking out fairly quickly. Soon she realized that she was only sleepy. She was still fairly awake. The gas was no longer effective on her. She turned to see his innocent face, with the pipe dangling from his limp lips. She felt dizzy and passed out briefly twice more. Regaining some of her senses, she found the rocking had stopped. She sat quietly as a panel opened at her feet. A small arm moved forth and pulled at his ankle, dragging him out into a laying position. It moved to her leg, but she kicked it away. "ha, you can't touch me anymore, you have no control over me!" she said softly as the arm made another attempt to grasp her leg. She kicked this away too. She continued to dodge the arm at her feet, not noticing the panel open near her head. From it emerged an arm like that at her feet, with a small hose in its grip. She caught sight of it as it came in front of her face. The tip of the hose pointed at her face and began to emit a hazy white cloud. She detected a strong scent like that of pipe smoke, masking the distinct smell of chloroform in the mist. She was totally ignorant of the arm now clamped on her leg, as head was encompassed on a billowing white cloud. The crib had selected a masking spray designed to smell most like her father as to distract her long enough for the drug to take effect. Suddenly she felt like she was falling, and the last words from her lips were "daddy?". The knock out gas, and the newer dose of chloroform spray combined to drag her into a drug induced dream world.