Alec and Brianna (8 of 9) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [Coughing/Choking] [Imprisonment] [voy] [cuck] [reluc] [prost] [Roleplay]

ALEC

Two hours later I appear with a tray. "Apparently you have frightened our Mrs. Jeong. I will have to bring the food now. I don't think you will have much luck overpowering me."

"Alec, please, I'm begging, what does it take?"

I take a cigarette from a case in my jacket. You lunge for it, but the chain brings you up short.

"Repeat after me 'I am a nicotine jonsing whore.'"

"WHAT??" You begin screaming and throw everything on the tray at me. I calmly return the cigarette to its case and leave you.

The next time I bring a tray, I find you weeping. "Please Alec, don't make me…"

I wait. Finally, you look up "I… I am a nicotine… jonsing whore."

I go on "'Who will do anything and everything necessary for my fix'."

You repeat "Who will do anything and everything necessary for my fix."

I toss you the cigarette and you are greedily puffing it within seconds. The rush is intense. It has never been like this before. It is like a drug.

When it is gone you look are me expectantly.

"Oh no, that was just to make a point. To win your freedom will require something rather more… sincere."

"You fucking bastard!"

"Yes, yes of course."

Another sleepless night. Too terrible to tell.

Then at breakfast, "Alec…"

"Yes?"

"What do I…?"

"Tonight dear one."

"No, I can't take it."

"Eat up, you'll need your strength."

That night I bring you clothing and instruct you to put it on. You obey dully, hardly noticing it is lingerie.

"What is going to happen?"

"It seems Quinn has taken a liking to you. Being a gentleman, I have made him a gracious offer."

"Do you– do you mean?"

"He's in the next room. I have given him sole authority to decide as to whether you will be let free."

You are stunned and can think of nothing to say.

I leave immediately and head to my study. Your twin is there waiting for me.

And in her boudoir, Mistress Ember also watches the video feed I have supplied to her.

The spider observing her flies.

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BRIANNA

My heart pounds in my chest, and all I can think about is how desperately – more than ever before – I need a cigarette to calm my nerves. Of course, I try to be rational, telling myself that smoking got me into this mess in the first place, but it is no use. My chest tightens, and I begin to fidget and sob…a few light coughs interspersed within.

“Don’t cry, Mrs. Knight. You look stunning in that satin and lace corselet. Is it Vollers?”

I look up. Quinn has entered the bedroom and is standing near the daybed. He has a thick build, kind eyes, and salty blonde hair. He is wearing a dark green polo shirt and khaki pants. I watch him as he takes a seat and puffs on a stout cigar.

“May I…?” The words leap from my lips before I can stop them.

Quinn smiles sympathetically. “I’m sure your husband would have me torment you first, but you do know how I love to watch you smoke…” Quinn gives me a quick wink and moves toward the bed. I grab the cigar greedily from his hand.

The unfiltered smoke is thick and heavy in my lungs. I cough several times as I rush to take in the much needed nicotine. Quinn has moved his hand to his pants, but I try not to notice. I want to enjoy my smoke without thinking about what comes next.

“Brianna, Brianna. You are such a gorgeous woman…and such a slave to your smokes,” he mumbles to himself, eyes half closed.

Tonight I am too raw for such comments. I immediately burst into tears. Quinn stops rubbing himself and rushes to the bed to comfort me. “There, there,” he calms, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. “I didn’t mean it like that. So you like to smoke? There is no harm in that.” He brushes my hair aside and kisses my forehead. He grabs my trembling hands and places the cigar in a nearby ashtray.

I want to shrink away from him. He is not my husband, and I know I shouldn’t be doing this. But truthfully, life with you has become wretched. I don’t know that I still love you, and sex has become an unsatisfying chore. As I have these thoughts, Quinn looks at me with affection and concern. I allow him to kiss my cheek…my lips. He brings the cigar back to my mouth. I suck gingerly, smiling apprehensively as I exhale.

Quinn beams back and then rises from the bed. He goes to the hall and returns with a tray of lobster-stuffed mushroom caps, a bottle of Rothbury Estate Shiraz, a sparkly pink vibrator, and three packs of cigarettes. I immediately swap the cigar for a beloved Newport, and Quinn pours us each a glass of wine. We eat, drink, smoke, and chat, and I begin to feel much more at ease.

After our meal, Quinn pushes the tray aside and trails his finger along the lace panel of my corselet. I tremble slightly and take several needy puffs on my cigarette. “We shouldn’t…” I whisper, inaudibly. He grabs my chin and brings his lips back to mine, but this time I shy away.

I see the first hint of impatience in Quinn’s soft features, and I immediately begin to feel guilty. “I’m sorry…” I start, looking down at the bedspread underneath us. “…this just feels…wrong.” I bring the smoke back to my lips, but Quinn stops my hand before it reaches its destination. My heart skips a beat as I am taken by the forcefulness of his grip. My eyes widen with fear.

Quinn takes a deep breath. “Brianna,” he begins in a patronizing tone, “Alec brought me here – to spend this night with you. He wants this. And he wants you to want it.” Quinn stops as tears well up in my eyes.

“I don’t understand,” I mutter, more to myself than anyone. Why does my husband want me to have sex with another man? A tear slides silently down my cheek. Maybe Alec doesn’t love me anymore?

Quinn removes the smoldering butt from my hand and begins to massage my palm…wrists…and forearm. He motions for me to lie back in the bed and then rubs my feet and unshackled ankle. I feel his girthy fingers walking slowly up my legs. I take several deep breaths, trying to contain the arousal budding within. He lights a fresh cigarette and passes it to me. He begins to time his movements to my inhales, causing me to suck the smoke deep into my sooty lungs.

What I don’t know is that Quinn has laced this, and several of the other cigarettes, with adenosine, a bronchoconstrictor. Soon I begin to cough, lightly at first, and then more violently. Quinn watches with delight as my face becomes red from the exertion. And even though my infection has mostly cleared, there is a hint of phlegm and fluid in my cough. I struggle to smoke the rest of the cigarette, and by the time I reach the filter, I am winded and wheezy.

Quinn rubs my back as I struggle to breathe. The corselet feels tight around my burdened chest. “Can you help…me take…this…off” I gasp. Quinn happily obliges, taking an unadulterated cigarette from his pack and handing it to me. Still breathing heavily from the last cigarette, I foolishly take more smoke into my crippled lungs. Quinn kisses my neck and shoulders between coughs. He rubs his hands up and down my sides, creeping slowly toward my heaving breasts.

I gasp as Quinn’s fingers reach my nipples. I pull heavily on the poisoned white tube between my lips. I gag and cough out a thick cloud of gray smoke. Still struggling for air, I reluctantly place the Newport in the ashtray.

Quinn continues to rub and massage my tight skin, growing evermore aroused as I wheeze and choke. Although the moment feels somewhat fake to him, knowing that he artificially induced this attack, he fantasies about a time in the future when no such intervention is needed. After several minutes, I feel my lungs start to relax as the adenosine breaks down. “Whew,” I sigh, reaching my hand to the ashtray and taking another drag just as I have finally caught my breath.

“Feeling better, love?” Quinn asks tenderly. I turn to face him. My pussy throbs as I look into his warm, crow-footed eyes. We fall into a kiss. Quinn pulls back to remove his shirt and then presses me against his softly padded chest. He relights his cigar and holds it to my lips. I smoke on it while still holding a Newport between my fingers. The rush of nicotine and lack of oxygen has left my head spinning. Quinn lays me back on the pillow while he removes his clothing and gets the vibrator from the cart.

Quinn returns to the bed and kisses me gently. He takes my free hand and places it in the middle of his chest. I begin to twirl his chest hair around my finger.

“I want to pamper and spoil you tonight,” Quinn whispers, pulling me in for another kiss. His erect penis presses against my leg. I let his tongue slide past my lips. My heart pounds painfully as excitement bursts from my bosom. He cups one hand around my breast and begins to rub his thumb lightly across my nipple. I inhale deeply and bite my lip.

I remember back to the first nights of our honeymoon. The way you spoiled me, delicately loving every inch of my body. I recall those first days after I started smoking. We were both so horny we barely left the bedroom. I take a long drag on my cigarette and exhale slowly. Now, I am nothing to you. My habit no longer excites you. I inhale again and reach across the bed to crush out my bittersweet vice.

Quinn smiles warmly, eager to kiss my smoky lips. I take several puffs on his cigar without inhaling. I even try to make a couple smoke rings, which I had never done before. Soon I feel his fingers dancing softly over my mound. My nipples tingle as my pussy leaks and throbs. Quinn pushes my back to the bedspread and turns on the vibrator. I shudder with anticipation as I hear the motor purr.

He runs the vibrator slowly over my clit and along my opening. He can see my wetness coating the silicone toy. I take several deep breaths. I can’t believe I am letting this happen. I squirm slightly as my arousal continues to build. I can hear the slapping of my skin against the vibrator. I long to feel it inside me, but Quinn continues to tease.

“Do you like that?” he asks. I am too preoccupied to muster a proper reply, so I nod my head. Still rubbing my clit with the vibrator, Quinn takes his free hand and inserts one…then two thick fingers into my delicate hole. “Oohhh…” I moan as my eyes flutter closed. Quinn thrusts forcefully, and I am quickly overtaken by lust. I reach my hand down and place it over his, begging him to push deeper inside me.

His cock throbs as he watches my supple body arch under his dexterous handling. I don’t look the part of a smoker – I never did. My healthy skin still stretches over the toned body of an athlete. My face and hair are soft and vibrant. With these thoughts, Quinn unceremoniously removes his soaked fingers from my hole and reaches for a full pack of More 120s.

As I puff away on the slender, brown rod, Quinn pushes the vibrator slowly inside me. I am in ecstasy. My body trembles as I am overcome with pleasure. Quinn strokes himself while working the lucky vibrator. “You sexy smoker, you,” he growls. This time I don’t care. I respond with a series of quick double pumps that nearly send him over the edge.

He removes the vibrator and begins to lap up my sweet juices. His tongue circles my clit and darts quickly in and out of my throbbing hole. I can’t hold back. Grabbing his hair with my free hand, I press his face into my crotch. My legs quiver and tense as my vaginal muscles spasm violently. “Oh. God,” I cry out as waves of sweet release wash over me.

Forgetting my cigarette for a moment, I pant heavily. Quinn watches my chest rise and fall. He leans in once more to lick the cum still dribbling out of me. A short, wet cough escapes my lips as I return to my smoke. Quinn kisses my legs and then rubs his member across my mound. My eyes widen, and I drag heavily on my cigarette. I suppose I knew this was coming, but somehow I still am not ready for it.

Quinn hovers his massive body over me, softly kissing my lips between drags. He traces the outline of my areolas until each nipple is standing at perfect attention. He kisses my navel and lightly pulls the hair of my neatly trimmed bush. As I finish my cigarette he quickly lights me another. I feel his cock inching closer and closer to my opening as he kisses my neck and chest. My heart races with fear and anticipation. Even though I know I shouldn’t, there is no denying I want this. His head and shaft bathe in my growing wetness.

He kisses my lips tenderly as he penetrates. I gasp and am quickly seized by a small coughing fit. Quinn thrusts hard, his eyes closed as he focuses intently on the sounds of my breathing. The cigarette pops and crinkles as I take a long drag. He hears the air whistle as it force its way into my constricting airway. There is a slight choking sound, then more coughing – violent, labored coughing. I try to sit up, but Quinn places a hand firmly between my breasts and forces me back to the pillow. He continues to pound without interruption. In my mind, I am begging him to stop, but I have no air to utter the words.

The cough is horse and hollow at first, but as tar is forced up from the depths of my lungs, it becomes thick and wet. My lungs feel full, like there is no room for any air. I cough and gasp, pulling frantically at his hand with both of my own. Quinn opens his eyes to watch, noting that, even as I struggle, I am careful not to crush the cigarette still resting between my fingers.

“Stop…I can’t…” I manage to utter, but Quinn continues to ram himself against my tormented body. I wheeze as air finally finds it way in and out of my lungs. My chest swells dramatically as I struggle for oxygen.

“Keep smoking, my dear. Don’t stop,” Quinn warns, pressing down on my achy chest and locking his now-stern eyes with mine. Panicked, I oblige, sucking thick smoke into my wheezy lungs. Quinn is overtaken by climax as I am burdened with another coughing attack. His growls of release mix with my desperate gasps for life. As I choke for air, I feel his cock lurch and spasm inside me.

He takes several deep breaths and slowly removes his placid member from my warmth. He casually wipes his brow and seeing that I still cannot breathe, rings the bell on the nightstand.

Mrs. Jeong rushes in. “Yes, Mr. Morgan?” she asks. There is not the least hint of surprise as she looks upon her mistress, choking and naked, in bed with another man.

“Do you have your inhaler?”

Mrs. Jeong snickers softly and places the inhaler in Quinn’s hand. “Breathe on this, Brie. It will help,” he coaxes.

I take the inhale and release a puff of medicine into my disabled lungs. I continue to gasp while Quinn and Mrs. Jeong watch with matching looks of mild concern. Quinn whispers something to Mrs. Jeong. She breaks into a hardly laugh which ushers her to a small coughing fit of her own. Coming toward the bed, Mrs. Jeong grabs the tainted cigarette from my hand and puts it out. “Enough of these for you,” she scolds. She then snatches her inhaler and glides into the hall.

Mrs. Jeong’s reprimand is comical, and I smile a little as I start to catch my breath. Quinn’s eyes are kind again, and (not knowing the cigarettes were doctored) I immediately begin to forgive him for not stopping when I asked. He sits behind me on the bed, massaging my shoulders. “I had a good time tonight,” he whispers, nuzzling my ear.

“Me too,” I reply faintly.

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ALEC

I watch as Quinn begins romancing my poor little puppet. She will no doubt be mortified to have to be unfaithful in order to fulfill her habit. It was originally Ember's idea, but I didn't take much convincing.

I watch as he touches her "Come on, be rough with her! Make her pay for it!"

But he doesn't, he is gentle, saying sweet things in her ear. He soothes her with tobacco and then kisses her. I am irritated and I don't know why.

Ember's voice comes through on the audio link "Is something wrong my dear? You seem distraught."

"It's nothing. Your girl isn't servicing me properly."

She addresses Brianna's twin who is lazily handling my cock. "Now do a good job on Mr. Knight dear. We wouldn't want him to be distracted." She laughs throatily.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I look back to the screen and see Quinn press a vibrator against my wife's snatch. I flair with unreasonable anger.

"Oh my, look how wet she is."

"Shut up."

On the screen he is fingering my wife and getting quite a response from you. Where is her remorse? I look away.

Ember addresses the girl again "Don't give him anything unless he watches dear."

Needing the stimulation, my eyes slide back to the screen. Quinn is pumping the vibrator in and out of you. You are responding like a hussy. I hear you scream "Oh God!" and your twin clamps down on me to rub it in.

I see Quinn crawl across you and realize what is about to happen. I hadn't expected things to go this far. "I'm putting a stop to this right now!"

Ember shouts "Girl!" and your twin bites down on my cock. I freeze out of fear, watching as Quinn penetrates you.

"Settle down", says Ember, "there's a good boy."

I relax hopelessly, the deed is already done. I watch Quinn ram himself into my wife over and over. I watch you respond to it.

I see you choke for air. I am gasping too. The girl between my legs watches carefully and when Quinn begins to spasm she brings me off in her mouth. I am horrified, but the pleasure is intense. I hear Ember laughing and then she switches off.

When I can stand. I walk down the hall and hide outside the bedroom. I hear tender talk and then the clink of him unlocking her chain. More talk then he takes his leave. He doesn't see me hiding behind the door.

I storm into the room.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Alec! I–"

"You little slut! Dirty whore! Do anything for it won't you?"

"But you, you're the one…"

"YOU ENJOYED IT!"

You face turns red and you look down.

"Let's see you enjoy this!"

I grab your wrist and flip you ass up over my lap. You scream guessing what is to come. I bring my hand down on your naked ass over and over until it is as red as your face. You are writhing and begging me to stop, apologizing, crying.

Finally, my hand is sore and I thrust you away from me.

Your sobs die away and things are quiet in the room, with only the sound of you lighting up yet another cigarette.

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