The Taming Of The Shrew

He woke up in the best of spirits, like every morning of the last weeks. Ever since it all started he felt like a new man.

��� A little exercise, a shower, and then a healthy breakfast of ham and eggs and he felt as ready as he could be for his task of the day. Imagine to get paid to do things he would ever have believed to do in real life! He entered the lab and saw that everything was ready, the other guys in place behind the one-sided mirror. The "chair" was waiting for his occupant with the seat behind it.

��� It all had started a month ago. He had been hanging around in the internet, mainly on those special sites for people like him, with the same fetish: smoking. He never had the courage, and hardly the money, the order some of the videos offered there. Instead he downloaded all of the clips available for free and did his handiwork in front of the computer. He sometimes chatted or exchanged mails with others possessed by the same thoughts like him, never knowing who was on the other end, man, woman or some freak who wanted to make fun of him. Till the day of the contact...

��� They brought her in and strapped her into the "treatment-chair". She seemed slightly dazed and did not oppose any resistance. On the first day this had been different. They had to give her a shot of some drug to

render her unconscious because drugged as she was she still had fought in terror, naturally afraid of that contraption which looked so dangerous. Which incidentally it wasn't. They never had in mind to use violence on her....

��� The first contact was very cautious, naturally, as neither part did know anything about the other. It took some time till he gradually gave away his true identity, anxious to find out more, but afraid to get

caught by some tricksters who would want to extort what little he had left....

��� She was now firmly seated and strapped to her chair, in fact a crossbreed between a hammock and a gynaecologist�s chair. It had a sort of trays for her legs, bent at the knee for a more or less seating

position, prolonged upwards by some rods which held another pair of trays for her arms. Her extremities were firmly fixed by elastic sleeves to those trays, so she couldn't move a limb. Encircling the whole setup was

a horseshoe like main rod that had a ring on the highest point, thru which ran a cable that held the whole scheme up at about one yard from the ground. The cable ran thru a whole in the ceiling and the whole chair

could be lifted or lowered with little effort. Most of her body, mainly her genitals and buttocks but also her back and her breasts were exposed to be touched by him when he started to act as foreseen....

��� They went out of their way to assure him that this was no trickery but they wanted to hire him for a very special but well paid job they thought him fit for. Naturally they were not prepared to tell him all of

it, but they did make a substantial down payment to show good will. In the end the hint to his "special pleasures" convinced him to agree. After all he had little to loose. The life he was leading was disgusting him and he saw no prospects of improving it. So he agreed to meet the guys and hear them out. They first sent him to an appointment at a doctor in another town to check his health. The doctor declared him fit enough for

the "task", so "they" asked him to quit his job and make arrangements that the rent of his apartment be paid for the next year.....

��� After she was in place and they fixed the mask over her face, they used for the treatment, he took from a wooden box on a little table near the chair a slim and long cigar, just a little thicker than a cigarillo,

punched it's end and lit it, using a holder for hygiene. Then he introduced the end of the burning cigar in an orifice of the mask where a tube headed inside and had its end between her teeth. The end of the

cigar touched her tongue. The other guy took a little phial from the table, broke it and held it to another whole of the mask that communicated with her nose. She woke with a start and shuddered a little,

sign of her fighting against the straps, but calming quickly as the effects of the drug cleared from her mind. After two weeks of special treatment she was aware that there was no point in trying to fight what

they were doing to her. She had also learned that while she was forced to do things she had formerly repelled in the utmost ways and would have rather killed herself before doing them, what she was now forced to do

did not really harm her and had so far produced no ill effects on her. On the contrary, it was quite obvious that she was complying more and more. Of course the whole point of the operation was not torturing her, but

turning her into something she had once dreaded, so she would afterwards find pleasure in doing all those things they taught her.....

��� Once he had finished all the preparations, they sent a last mail, establishing a meeting point in another town, instructing him how to get there with minimum danger of being seen by anybody who knew him. Like in

a cloak and dagger novel, they met him at night in a dark alley with a dark van. The windows of the rear part where they ushered him in, were totally blinded. Also as it was so dark inside the van, he could barely

make out their outlines. They were three of them, all men. He never got a chance to notice which way they were heading and also the men started talking to him and covered what little could be heard from the outside

with their voices. He was now to hear for the first time what his job would be. What they told him then made him almost faint, but of pleasure and anticipation. When they finished, he was shaking from emotion, not

able to believe that they were meaning this in earnest. But so it turned out to be...

� ��As soon as the two other men had finished their preparations they had left the room. The one-way mirror opposite the chair had been blinded before she entered, so she would not see anybody except herself in it. He

now took place in his own chair behind her, this one a very simple body shaped hull on four wheels, like a crippled office chair, which could be placed right under her. He had been instructed to wait till all the

"works" they were doing on her, would reach the right point when it was his turn to enter stage. Immediately after the others had left, the treatment started. For one, the mask had some valves that would force her

to inhale the smoke of the cigar, just like a regular smoker would do. They had explained him a little about how it worked. All was of course under computer control. The computer monitored her breath. It would shut

all valves, so she would be forced to breathe in thru the cigar, but only a determined quantity as not to choke her, then it would let in plain air, so she would inhale just like in real life. after that it would open either all valves or only the nose valves, but only after a preset time of a couple of seconds, forcing her to hold back the smoke. She would then exhale by mouse or nose or both, as it pleased the controllers. At

the same time they administered her small doses of bourbon by a little tube that went to the root of her tongue, so she had no choice but to swallow what came out of it. They had started with only droplets at first

and small doses of smoke, but after two weeks she could already handle a fair inhale and a good shot of bourbon. It was also obvious that it didn't bother her as much anymore, if she wasn't enjoying it a bit

already. Certainly she was enjoying the second part of the treatment which involved him. Due to some special drugs and ointments they had applied on her she didn't sensed his contribution as a rape. She had her

orgasm just as he had his, even if she had been a virgin when they had brought her there. They had of course removed her hymen surgically, as well as they had prepared her for the rest. Under sedation they had

applied a vibrator on her and also by massage and drugs had brought her to several orgasms, while feeding her cigar-smoke. They had also administered nicotine in growing doses on her, so her body got used to

the nicotine rush. So without her knowing it, she was fit from the start. All they had to do was to make her consciously do all those things and turning her into an addict to both hard smoking and hard lovemaking. They

didn't have in mind to turn her into an alcoholic too, just teach her that drink and smoke go well together and also are fine companions to lovemaking.

��� He waited till she smoked up one third of the cigar. He also got a signal from the controllers by means of a little green light that she had been fed with enough drink to be "in good spirits". He pushed his chair

directly under her. He could smell her sweat already and feel that she was aroused, knowing what to expect. It had been awkward at first, but he had gotten used to it and now he was stiff already. All he had to do was

wrap his arms around her sides, and slowly lower her, chair and all, directly over his hard cock, pushing it slowly into her whet pussy. He could sense her jolting al little, like always, but unlike the first

times, she also seemed to enjoy it. At last he could feel her relax and her vagina contracted gently around his hard cock. The perfect reaction of a woman enjoying lovemaking. He started rocking her chair slightly up

and down. He didn't really care about the mechanics of the whole setup, it just impressed him how smoothly it all worked. He needn't apply any force. Rocking the chair up and down, up and down, he felt the climax approaching rapidly. She couldn't speak of course, because of the mask, but he could hear her moan softly, also he sensed the she was pumping hard on her cigar. The mask and the controls behind it allowed for that, they had explained him. She had succumbed to the magic of the combined effects of alcohol, nicotine and whatever drugs they were feeding her to enhance her sexual reaction. While the first few times he did have trouble holding his climax back, now he had acquired some expertise in it and was able to hold back

till she had reached the climax, even beyond, as he had been instructed to try getting a multiple orgasm from her. And indeed this time it worked. As much as the fixture of the chair allowed, she was getting frantic,

sweating, shivering and sucking in huge drags from the cigar, groaning ever loader. He finally allowed himself to come to relief, releasing a good quantity of sperm into her. She gave a loud deep groan, her vagina repeatedly contracted hard round his still stiff penis, then she grew limp, sort of relaxing, now taking slow relaxed drags from her almost finished cigar, holding he smoke down for long intervals, clearly enjoying the sensation. He pushed his chair back and stood up, stretching himself, still a little week. He looked at her from the side and saw the cigar was burnt down to the mask, so he took a sort of miniature pliers from the table and started to pull out the stub. To his surprise she did something she never

had before. As much as the straps allowed, she tries to pull back, like she would want to keep the cigar, longing for more smoke. Now he talked to her for the first time. Till then, as instructed, he had performed in total silence. So he asked her:

'You wanna smoke more?' She nodded vigorously, at least as much as the mask and the straps would allow.

' Then wait a second, I'll give you another one, this one is finished' He could see a thankful smile in her eyes, the rest of her face being concealed by the mask. As they had anticipated this and had also adjusted

the nightly "treatment", to reduce the extra nicotine supplied over night, she was now at a point where her body craved for it and she wanted more. Again, as instructed he asked her:

'If I allow you to smoke this one without the mask, and free your arms, will you be a good girl and just smoke the cigar? You won�t try anything foolish, won�t you?' Again she nodded as well as she could, now with a pleading look in her eyes.He started to take off the mask and open the straps that held her arms and her head. A low husky 'Thank You' came from her. Her chest was still heaving a little, from her past sexual explosion. He took a cigar from the box, punched it and handed to her. She looked at him and said:

'I'm not sure I can light it properly'

'Just� go ahead and try, I'll help you'

She just nodded and placed the cigar deep into her mouth. He took the lighter from the table, lit it and held the flame to the tip of the cigar. At first she almost choked, sucking in too hard, but she got it quickly and puffed on it, till it had a nice glow on it's end.

'See, it's quite easy' She nodded, looking down on the cigar. She took a deep drag on it, inhaling deeply, holding the smoke back for a couple of seconds, then releasing a perfect big plume of dense smoke thru her half opened lips. Like she had done this all of her life, he thought. A natural talent. She took a couple of more deep inhales, sometimes exhaling twice or more. Then she cleared her throat gently and started to speak again.

'Could I have something to drink. Please?'

'What would you like?'

'Don't know,something good.'

Incredible how her voice had changed in the past two weeks. At first it had been shrill and had unnatural high pitch in it, sort of priggish, when she was not shouting or screaming. Now it had a more natural timbre, much lower and husky, very, very, sexy, he thought to himself. The controllers had obviously heard her plea for a drink. A little trapdoor opened in the wall, revealing a bottle of red wine and a glass. They had intentionally supplied the wine in the original bottle, so she could see what it was. He carried it to the table and poured some wine into the glass. She took it from his hand and drank it down.

'Want some more?' She nodded

'Be careful, it's not strong, but you�ll get sick if you drink it too fast'

'OK' she was almost whispering, which made her tone all the more sexy.She accepted the refilled glass from him and sipped slowly from it, while taking slow but deep drags from her cigar in between. She had learned to

smoke very well, it seemed. Slow but powerful drags, deep inhales, long holds and rich exhales, mostly mouth and nose combined. She clearly enjoyed smoking now.

'May I touch you?' She asked. He nodded. She placed the cigar in her mouth and extended her right hand and started caressing his upper arm gently.

' You have been very gentle to me'

This again they had anticipated. It was the so called Stockholm syndrome. The hostage gets emotionally attached to her guard.

'You are an attractive woman. I wouldn't want to hurt you'

A feeble but warm smile to him was her answer. She continued to eagerly smoke her cigar with obvious pleasure. The second glass of wine of was finished till she was halfway thru her cigar. He noticed that she didn't enjoy the second half of the cigar as much. He told her she was allowed to put it out.

'You can have a smoke anytime you want. We will put some in your cell. You wanna rest now?' A firm nod was her answer.

The attendants who had brought her in earlier, entered the room, unstrapped her completely and helped her to her feet. Surprisingly she leaned over to him and gave him a peck on his cheek and a smile. This made him almost blush. After all, he was by nature a rather shy man and if it wouldn�t have been for the fact that at the beginning the woman had been half drugged, willingless and unable to speak, he probably wouldn't have had the courage to make love to her. Even thou the others had prepared her well, so that she not only did not oppose any resistance, but seemed to respond bodily from the start, he was aware that technically he had raped her repeatedly, as in her mind, she certainly had no wish to be made love to, especially by a complete stranger. Besides he certainly wasn't the womanizer type. He wasn't the virile type of man, who would impress women by sight. The few times he had been successfully impressing women, it was more by his talk, by smartassing and maybe a little by the quality of his voice, or by his reasonably handsome face. After she left for her cell, the three men who had hired him and were in control of it all, entered the room.

'You did a fine job, Mat' Said the one who called himself John. The night they had met him and taken him with them, they had introduced themselves as John, Mark and Luke and had also given him the name Mat. John seemed to be the oldest of the bunch, in his seventies maybe, but like all of them in good shape.

' The heavier part is still to follow, you know. Till now we have used all sorts of chemicals to stimulate her and induce responses she wouldn't have naturally. From now on however we want to gradually fade out the drugs and turn her around completely'....

�� They had set up a place to achieve to goals at once. They would pick women who needed punishment for their wrongdoings and at the same time indulge in their fetish. They had chosen him, Rob to do the sexual part, as

while smoke fetishists like him, they were of the voyeur variety and had no wish to take the active part. Their plan was simple. The woman to be punished would be turned into a hopelessly nicotine addicted nymphomaniac. The first "case" was a woman who had worked in an orphanage. She wasn't a nun, but had acted almost like one. Her crime had been that she had mistreated many children, punishing them in sometimes atrocious ways, enforcing her concepts of "decency" on them. She had mutilated a number of boys caught while masturbating to the point that some of them would never be able to make love to a woman, had circumcised a girl who was masturbating, by cutting of her clitoris and finally she had forced a boy to eat up two cigarettes, who had been caught smoking, which of course had killed the poor boy. She had als nearly killed a teen, caught with beer smell on his breath, by forcing a quart of gin into him. That was when they, the "evangelists" as he called them in his mind, had started their first operation. They had long before bought a sort of hideaway, an old army facility with some special underground labs for who knows what creepy

activities. So they brought her there and had started their treatment on her...

' Till now you have simply fucked a woman who was completely deprived of her willpower. Now you will have to seduce her and educate her. She has made the first step, but it will take time and patience till she will be

turned around completely. Our goal will be that after we'll turn her free, she will go on smoking and fuck with any man interested in her.'

'You will visit her in her cell, pretending that you are a prisoner also. You will not press yourself on her. Let her beg for a fuck. If we aren't completely off track, she will be horny as hell and on her knees to be

fucked soon enough. If she complains about being hooked on smoking or drinking, you will smooth her, by repeating how smoking isn't half as harmful as it is looked upon and that smoking is fun. Of course you can

tell her how sexy smoking makes her, how it arouses you and so on. You're not stupid, you�ll know what to do and we will of course watch over you and we will interfere if necessary. Now go take a shower, eat lunch and have a nap. In the afternoon you will go to her cell and see what comes out of it. Tell her, that she no longer will be coming to the chair. It is very important that she smokes because of her growing addiction and not because she is forced to. You will take her a box with 10 cigars in it. She will already be craving for a smoke when you arrive.'And so he did. It was in mid afternoon when he was directed to her cell which turned out to be not very far from his own carters and just another room, more like in a mental facility. Except the whole complex seemed to be underground, no windows anywhere, only artificial light. He was ushered in,

to keep up the pretence that he was a prisoner, just like her. It was the first time he could have a real close look at her. He had seen her naked body everyday, but he hadn't looked at her face too much. He could see now that she had attractive features, in a slightly exotic way. Her face was oval and slightly elongated. She had deep-set big eyes, wide apart, almond shaped and dark. A straight nose, high cheekbones, a generous mouth, maybe a trifle bigger than it needed but still nice to look at and a high forehead round up the picture. All in all her features were a bit severe, just enough to make her look remotely vampy. She had natural blond hair, a bit on the darker side, golden, rich and silky, which she wore shoulder-length, so that it curled slightly inwards. He could see that a bit of cosmetic would make her into a real head-turner. He felt strongly attracted to her beauty. She was close to 6' high, maybe an inch below, neither heavy nor trim, just what he used to call by himself a full-blooded woman. Her long legs were nicely shaped and firm, she had generous hips, a trim waist and slightly rounded shoulders. Her breasts were middle-sized, enough to fill a hand and of perfect shape. Her skin had the pale bronze tint real blondes sometimes have. In a nutshell, she was perfect. When he entered the room she was sitting at the little table in the room with a nervous air around her. She looked up and said:

'So now they are sending you to torment me'

'What makes you think that?' he replied

'Isn't that what you always do?' Obviously her former self peeped up thru the drug-induced blanket that was now thinning away.

'Look, I'm a prisoner myself, just as you are. Believe me, I had no choice but to follow orders. I hope you�ll never find out what they can do to you, if you're insubordinate.'

'Oh, really? Well never mind. What you're here for?'

' I've brought you these, in case want them.' He could see the fight going on inside her. The old self was revolted, but the addiction and the treatment" were clearly gaining on her.

'Oh, all right. I doesn't matter anyway' She almost tore the box out of his hands, flipped the lid open, took a cigar out and placed it in her mouth, the tip deep down on her tongue.

'Wait, you have to punch a hole in it.' He pointed to the little tool clipped to the inside of the lid. So she took the cigar out and punched the hole in it's end, a little clumsy, but good enough and put it back in her mouth. She grabbed for the lighter he had laid on the table, lit the cigar, pumping till it glowed steadily and then took a very long drag, almost a direct inhale, held it down for more than ten seconds and released it steadily thru mouth and nose to a gigantic plume, enveloping them both in a cloud of aromatic cigar smoke.

'Oh my god, what did they do to me?' She moaned. 'I can't believe I'm enjoying this so fucking much!' She exclaimed half angry, half satisfied with the rush of sudden nicotine. She took another throat deep drag and

again held it down very long. This time she exhaled the smoke only partly, took another deep drag, while she still exhaled thru the nose. This stunt almost drove him crazy, but a lifelong experience as a lurker had hardened him against this and he didn�t show any of his boiling emotions.

�'Jeesus Christ, is this good!' She exclaimed again, while puffs of smoke came out of her mouth. Then she released the rest of the smoke in a smaller but still rich plume.

' Do you smoke?' She asked him.

'I used to, but I quit some time ago.' This wasn't the whole truth. He had simply found that after he had started the "exercise" on her, he lost his urge to smoke himself. He had taken up smoking in his youth as a means to dampen his arousal at the sight of a sexy smoker. It was easier to bear when he could light up himself and imagine how a woman felt when she was smoking. He had also brought a small bottle of Bourbon, which he unscrewed and handed to her. She hesitated a little, but then took it and swallowed quite a bit of it.

'Dammit, that's good too. I've avoided alcohol all my life, but now I can see what I've missed. Why don't you share it with me? Or are you a non-drinker too?'

'Oh no, I'll gladly join in, if you don't mind'. He didn't intend to drink, but he had to pretend he was drinking, to establish a closer link between them. This too had been explained to him. He took the bottle from her and sipped just a little from it.

'Tell me, is smoking really such an ecstatic experience, or are they drugging me to feel like that? Is this tobacco or a kind of drug?' She asked.

'Well, I have smoked mostly cigarettes, but yes smoking can make you feel great and sometimes lighting up can be heaven, especially after you haven't a whie. As far as I can tell by the smell, those really are cigars and nothing else.'

' Don't you want to try one and tell me if they seem Ok to you?'

'I'll take a puff from yours.'

She handed her cigar over to him. He took a drag without inhaling and gave it back to her. Tasting a womans saliva on her smoke had been allways been a huge turn on for him.

'Nothing but good ol' tobacco, ma'm' He replied, in a mocked John Wayne way.

'Wow. I had always hated smoking and fought it as best as I could and look at me now! Enjoying a cigar, like I've been smoking them all my life!' She shook her head. 'Besides it smells good actually. I used to hate smoke and cigar smell would make me puke, but these here smell real nice.'

'As far as I can tell, these are sweet cigars. But you will find that if you are smoking yourself even the smoke from others won�t bother you any more.' He replied.

'Well then, I'll enjoy till I'm out of here, Then I'll stop again.' You'll have a big surprise then, he chuckled inwardly. The amount of nicotine you're on now, it'll be one hell of a fight and pretty sure you'll loose it.

'Sure, no problem.' He told her instead. He noticed that while they were talking and she smoking and drinking, she grew restless and blushed. She even placed her free hand between her loins. Obviously her cunt had started itching. She was getting horny, just as intended. In her subconscious smoking and sex were now tied to one another now.

'Do you mind if I touch you a bit?' she asked.

'Of course not, go ahead'

'And you don't mind that I'm smoking?' good question, he said to himself. He never had been so close to a cigar smoker before. Even while she was in the "chair" and he behind her, he could hardly smell the smoke. But he didn't tell her that, of course.

'No. Actually I like it' which wasn't a lie either. He'd allways wanted it. So she laid a hand on his leg and stroked it gently.

'Look, I'd like to feel more of you, but I really don't know how it's done. Somehow I feel so hot, I'd want you to make love to me. Can you, please?

And may I smoke thru it? Won�t you mind?' She had crossed a line and now she was now gaining courage. The treatment had worked well, it seemed.

'Oh well, yes I think that would be nice. You are attractive, you know that, don't you? But let's take it easy. If that's what you want, then I'll try to lead you thru the whole thing. Just leave it to me and I'll do my best. I'll sit here on the bed and you seat yourself on my lap.' So she did. He laid one hand around her, drawing her to his chest. Then he kissed her gently on the neck. His lips moved slowly to the back of her ear, then on her ear-lobe. He worked his way carefully down her cheek to the corner of her mouth and timed it so that he caught her exactly after she had inhaled another huge drag, then sealed her lips with his. She gave a start at first, obviously unfamiliar with smoky kisses, but she softened up immediately. She parted her lips somewhat, clumsily but eager to get to his tongue. So his tongue started the old tongue over tongue game. She was growing more and more aroused and was learning fast about French kisses. He felt the strong taste of the cigar in her mouth, but it wasn't bad at all. In fact he found it to be delicious. Sharp but sweetish too. I'm gonna miss this, when it's over, he thought. She still had her lungs full of smoke and

while they were still sucking on each other, she slowly released it thru her nose, all over his face. His cock had been erected before, but now it grew steel-hard. He was getting aroused to the point to be afraid of a spontaneous ejaculation. So he parted his mouth from her.

'How was this, he asked her?' She had to catch her breath a little, spreading little puffs of smoke. Then she took another thirsty drag and talked the smoke into his face.

'Great, I think. But I feel like I need more. My thing down here,' she pointed to her cunt, not able yet to name horse and carriage. 'It's so hot and whet. I'd really like to feel you inside me.'

So he said to himself, no more playing around, she's ready as she can be. I'll give her what she's longing for.

'Then take off this gown and lay down on your back'

She still held her half smoked cigar, so he placed the ashtray near her side. He slipped out of his shirt and shorts and lowered himself gently over her. She was now in frantic shivering and sweating so he came direct

to the point, ramming his rod into her whet cunt, pumping as fast as he could. Almost on the spot her orgasm set in, sweeping over her in waves. She struggled to pump on her cigar, munching up it's end, hardly aware of

what she was doing, finally dropping it in the ashtray. She cried out in ecstasy, totally out of control, her arms all over his back crushing him to her breast, her legs wrapped around his lower body, hitting him rhythmically with her heels. Her pelvis was jumping up and down making his cock almost slip out of her. He fought to keep on track till he could hold back now more and erupted in an explosion that almost knocked him out. He collapsed over her and they bought fought for air, panting and incapable to say anything. Finally he rolled off her, cradling her and caressed her gently till she recovered.

'My god!' She exclaimed. 'Is sex always like this?'

''Well, at least it should be, but given time, I'll teach you how to have good sex in different ways.' he replied, still struggling to catch his breath.

'Will they allow us to have this more often?'

'I dunno, but I think so. All they told me was that it is my task to teach you all I can about sex.'

'You're very good at it.' what do you know, baby, he thought, in real life you'd never give one like me a second glance.

'You just needed it badly, babe.' he said instead. You've been prepared for this, he thought, but that's what this is all about. You will fuck as often as you can from now on, in the futile search of the next fuck of your life. Without the stuff they've fed you you'll never really get there, so you'll fall for any guy� who wants to lay you, till you're to old and ugly to get anyone into your bed. She grabbed another cigar, tried to light it, then remembered it needed a hole, did that and finally got it burning and like before, dragged endlessly on it, inhaled, held and exhaled, fogging the room once again with smoke. It thrilled him to watch how she would not just inhale, but suck deeply, expanding her lungs as much as she could, to let the smoke reach the depth of her lungs. It was also a nice sight to see her breasts rise when she did so.

'I think I'll have another drink now.' she said. 'Have one too, she said handing him the bottle. He could taste a bit of her saliva mingled with the delicious cigar aroma on the neck of the bottle, while he took a sip from it. He allowed himself to drink a little more, but just to relax. Most of the drink was meant for her. He entered the little cubicle on the side that held for a bathroom and washed himself briefly after he urinated, like he always needed to after ejaculation. It had been a good workout he admitted to himself, but I must take care not to fall for her, as they've warned me. Always remember, she's to be turned into a slut, she deserves no better, after what she did. I'm to fuck her as good as I can and try to coach her into being an expert lover, but no more. She was working her way thru her cigar quite fast, so it was time for another lesson.

'Look I have to tell you some more about smoking' he started. She gave him an inquisitive look. 'It's no good to smoke too much. Even if you feel that the smoke you have just finished wasn't enough it's better to hold back a bit. Like with everything you eat or drink, more could be too much. You'll have to find the right balance.'

'So how much is too much?'

'Well, it's hard to tell. Some people smoke 2 packs a day and are in best health, others feel ill when they smoke more then five a day.' This again was far from the truth. But he wouldn't tell her that. The goal was to make her believe she could work her way thru at least 15 cigars a day without remorse. Blood tests had revealed that her system could tolerate this, but it sure wouldn't be healthy. She probably had been such a fervent antismoker because she had always been attracted to smoking secretly. Given the fact that she could have landed in the gas chamber for what she had done, a couple of years in freedom as cigar-chain-smoker wasn't the worst alternative .

' The best thing is to find it out somehow. Try not to chain smoke, that is, make a pause in-between two smokes. You will see that it'll give you more satisfaction that way. Just don't wait too long, or you'll smoke too greedily and not be able to savour it properly. When you had drink or too you'll have greater appetite for smoking, but don't given in too easily. You can smoke more thou when drinking, you'll love it. I've allways loved to drink and msoke at occasions. It's like the drink tastes better and the smoking is better when you combine them. You just have to find out yourself. They said they will provide you also with different kinds of smoking stuff, so you can try them out and choose what you like best. For the lovemaking part I'll suggest tipped cigars. You can hold them better between your teeth and have wonderfull smoky orgasms.'

'Sounds good.' she said. 'If I'm to smoke, why not try different stuff.' No trace of her old teetotaller self. She was thinking like a real tobacco-lover. Let's see if it holds, he said to himself. As instructed he left her. He gave her a last kiss on her lips, holding back not to go over all it again, as much as he'd liked to do it. But that wouldn't do. She would have to wait for the next day, so her apprehension would grow. Also he couldn't allow himself to squander all his strength. He'd need it for the next day and the days to come.

And so he spent the next days, trying different positions with her, gradually teach her how to prolong the act and get the most out of it, introducing her into oral sex, anal sex, 69s and smoky BJs. She would always get her share of Bourbon or Scotch or wine. She was provided with different brands of cigarettes, cigars and even pipes. She tried them out one by one, on one occasion chaining thru a pack of Marlboro Reds, another

day Pall Malls or Fantasias. But it was obvious she was set on cigars. She could smoke now even the real hand rolled stuff with it's strong smell, small or big. She told him she really enjoyed working thru a Jeroboam and they even had sex while she smoked one, but in the end she always turned back to middle-sized tipped cigars. She had turned to like the stronger ones, dumping the sweets. Even thou they smelt much stronger, she liked the "tickle" in her throat as she called it. She would also enjoy a pipe, but it wouldn't last long enough and she found it too troublesome to clean it and stuff it and all the "fuss" of it as she called it. She found that while she would always come to a satisfying orgasm in any position, she would prefer the missionary position with a pillow behind her had, to have a better position for smoking. Another position, even thou more awkward than the missionary one, would be with him sitting one a chair and her riding him with her face towards him. This way she could smoke best, without disturbing him and her hard nipples could rub against his chest, which gave both of them extra pleasure. Of course riding him while he laid on his back was also favourable for smoking, but somehow she wanted to feel more of his skin. She had now completely given in and was smoking her 15 cigars every day with pleasure. They had sex with her in different states of inebriation, from practically sober to stone drunk and discussed it afterwards. The one time she had been really drunk had been a nice experience for both, but they agreed it wasn't worth it. While he would love to have her drunk, it was clear that she wasn't aware of much what happened to her in that state and her hangover next day would ruin a "workday". Finally they found that about half a tumbler to a full one of

bourbon or scotch, sipped slowly, would just make her go to heaven and back, without knocking her out. A good mug of strong coffee in the morning and a cigar would cure whatever was left over from the last day and she was fit as fiddle again, for a round of sex before lunch, soft and gentle, without alcohol and sometimes even without a smoke. After healthy dinner and a nap, she would get up, smoke a couple of cigars and drink her dose of� bourbon or on other days vodka or gin, even a bottle of red wine. They would just exercise foreplay till she would finish whatever she drank, with exhausting smoky French kisses in which she was an expert now or sometimes he would do some tongue work on her so she had a smaller orgasm as a starter. After such a tongue work he would always ask her to lick his face clean, inebriated by the smell of her breath, the aroma of the cigar smoke, the tar on her tongue, the taste of bourbon and the already accumulating aroma of the long-time smoker which was now always on her breath, even if she wasn't smoking. For him as smoke fetishist, this was incredibly arousing. He could sniff on her breath endlessly. He would put his nose into her mouth and would synchronise his breath to her, so as to breath in thru his nose, while she was exhaling. Of course he had to explain her that he did this because he was a smoke fetishist and tried to describe his feelings as best as he could. The best proof of how she had changed was that she didn�t recoil but was happy to help him indulge, gladly adjusting her smoking to it. She would sometimes smoke a whole cigar in between French kisses, deep lung bursting inhales, a long French kiss while she held the smoke down till her ears tingled, than slowly engulfing him with the smoke she released thru nose and partly into his mouth, than all over

again till the cigar was finished. Sometimes she would inhale, then fill her mouth with another loud of smoke and press her lips on his, letting him share to smoke in her mouth with her, while slowly exhaling thru her nose and then inhaling again. On other occasions they kissed while she held a big cigar in the corner of her mouth, smoking it while he had his tongue wrapped around hers, till it'S glow burnt his cheek. They played all the games that came across their minds, with or without smoke, always ending in exhausting lovemaking. There were days when he persuaded her not to smoke while she was with him. He was doing that according to instructions of course. Lovemaking wasn�t that good for neither of them without the smoke, but it worked nevertheless. Clearly �they� wanted to find out if she could have sex with someone who didn�t like her to smoke. But time passed and one day they, the head of it all, summoned him to a little meeting. As always it was John who was leading the conversation.

�It�s about time she returns to real life. Before we can do that however, we have to test her in a fake social environment, to see how she behaves in some situations. We�ll set up a room to look like a bar and see how she will react in public. You will have to watch the scene on the monitor, but you�ll have to stay away.� He grew a little sad.

�Don�t worry, you�re not done yet. We have another one coming for you. Your skills are still needed here. We hope you�ll find this one attractive too. She is a little different from this one, you know.�

He didn�t say anything. There was nothing to add.

The day of the �bar scene� came and went. She had performed naturally there, ordering a couple of drinks, smoking cigars, having casual conversations with other �customers� there and finally leaving with one of

them to her room, where she made love to that man, just as she had done to him. He felt a little bitter about it, but hell, that was the job and he knew that once she would be on her own somewhere, she would fuck with other man as often as she could. That what she was meant to do. He had to remember what she had been before, how she had tormented many innocent children, killing one of them. She may have changed her habits, but she

still wasn�t the nice gal from next door.

The next day, he had a day off for a change. He wondered to her room, but it was empty. Even the furniture had been removed. She was gone.

Than after another day passed without much happening, he was called to the control room with it�s monitors. They showed him �the new one�. She lay on a bed, knocked out by some chemicals or maybe just sleeping. It was a small brunette, with rich curly dark hair and the perfect hourglass figure, in her early thirties. Trim waist, but generous hips with perfectly round and big buttocks, crying for a �doggie style� invasion from behind. Her shoulders were round and her breasts were big and heavy. She was naked, so he could admire her breasts in their full beauty. Even thou they were huge, they didn�t sag, but protruded into the air like small mountains. They didn�t slip off into her armpit, but stayed on top of her breast. He could feel his cock growing, just by watching that pair of breasts.

� Quite a sexy piece of flesh� Luke said.

�This may be more difficult than the one before� John added. �She had been smoking in her youth, but has quit some years ago. Also she is no virgin.�

�She is some bitch. We know of at least one man she has driven into suicide, she has murdered a lover and she never made a single man happy. She would fuck with somebody now and then, but mostly to make fun of the

man. She acted like she�d have a vendetta going an with the male half of humanity, but as far as we know, she has never been done wrong by any man. Certainly the one she killed and also the one that killed himself weren�t guilty of anything. So we will turn her into a nymphomaniac who never can get enough and will do anything to please her sexual partners. This one we plan to also turn into an alcoholic. Rightfully she should be shot for all the wrong she did.�

Mat went to his room full of anticipation. He could hardly wait to stick his rod into those delicious buttocks, kneading those superb breasts. The smoky kisses he would get from her. His cock was so hard even from thinking about it, that he had to go to his room and seek relief in a good piece of handiwork�.

THE END