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 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