Test Subject, Part 7

Author's note:  The following story is satire, and is not intended to, in any
sense, impugn the fine folks at big tobacco companies who, no doubt, put
their customers best interests ahead of their profits.  

The author does not necessarily condone the use of tobacco, by adults or
minors, nor the use of illegal substances, nor masturbation, nor
participation in lesbian sex, nor any other morally questionable practice
depicted in the story.  Later parts of the story contain graphic sexual
language, and are not suitable for underage readers.  
Any resemblance to smoking fetish fiction is purely accidental.  
All other imaginable disclaimers apply.

Test Subject
Part 7: "Rewards"

As Maureen examined her cigar, she had a feeling of anticipation much like
she remembered experiencing before her first cigarette six or seven years
earlier. Looking at it, she could hardly believe that she was about to take
so much smoke into her body.

"Are you ready for eight inches of pure pleasure?" Dr. Monroe asked.

Maureen nodded her head yes, and then Dr. Cynthia Monroe clicked her lighter
and offered the flame to Maureen, who held the cigar between her fore and
middle fingers as she puffed it alight.

When Maureen had seen other people light cigars, it always seemed to take a
few puffs to get it going, but her cigar seemed to light almost immediately.
A rich and very agreeable taste of tobacco greeted her taste buds as she
dragged on her Allure cigar. Her heart palpitated quickly in her chest as
Maureen removed the cigar from her mouth, and brought the delicious smoke
inside.

She smiled broadly as it hit her. Maureen's chest had a sensation of fullness
like she had never experienced before. The smoke was smooth, yet dense,
almost like a liquid. She could actually feel its stickiness as it coated the
deepest parts of her lungs. Maureen held her breath, and the dizzy nicotine
buzz she experienced with each Allure cigarette smacked her with a new
intensity. Her whole body began to quiver visibly.

Dr. Monroe lit her own cigar, and inhaled her own smoke, eager to get the
nicotine it gave into her bloodstream. She placed her hand on Maureen's knee
and rubbed it gently. "Isn't it just wonderful?" she asked, breathily.

Maureen reluctantly exhaled as she again nodded her head in the affirmative.

In the meantime, Maureen's sister Julia was having her own nicotine bonding
session with Dr. Monroe's sister, Emily. With evident relish, Julia kept
taking long drags on her long, freshly lit cigarette before inhaling the
smoke with great enthusiasm. Each time, she held the smoke inside for a few
seconds before exhaling and repeating the process. "This is fantastic," she
said, before adding, almost breathlessly, "each puff seems to just get better
and better."

"I know what you mean," Emily said, taking another aggressive drag. "When I
very first started smoking these, I felt like all I wanted was more. It's
like it's deeply satisfying, yet I can't get enough." 

"That's it, exactly," Julia said, before taking still more of the smoke
inside her body.

Emily put her cigarette in the corner of her mouth before she began to fiddle
with a computer monitor. The whole time, she kept smoking on her cig hands
free. When she was done with whatever she was doing, she spoke again to
Julia.

"Part of this study, as I mentioned before, involves testing your memory and
concentration after using our product. On the computer screen, there are 100
boxes, each with a number from 1 to 50 inside. The numbers will be visible to
you for 5 seconds, and then they will disappear. Your task will be to click
on the boxes with matching numbers. It's like the game of concentration, if
you're familiar with that. I'll demonstrate for you first."

Here, Emily took a double pump on the cigarette, which was still in her
mouth, and then touched a button on the computer console. As she inhaled her
smoke, a bunch of random numbers popped up on the screen, and then
disappeared after 5 seconds. Emily took a mouse pointer, and began clicking
on boxes on the screen. Unerringly, she paired all 50 numbers. She smiled
broadly, and then took a puff as if in celebration of her success.

"Wow. That's amazing," Julia exclaimed, speaking in the middle of an exhale.
"You're really good at that."

"Well, to be honest, I had some help. Our product, as you will see, greatly
improves both short and long term memory. Go ahead and take a turn."

Emily reset the computer program, and Julia took another drag on her
cigarette as she had seen Emily do. When the numbers appeared, she
concentrated on them for a moment before they disappeared. Julia inhaled more
of the smoke greedily before she began matching numbers. After every ten or
so matches, Julia took another puff on her cigarette.

In the other room, Dr. Monroe pointed at Julia with the lit end of her cigar,
and commented, "How interesting. She's rewarding herself with another dose of
nicotine after each success."

Maureen's cigar glowed brightly as she finished her drag and then forcefully
inhaled. "I wasn't paying attention, I was too focused on this delicious
smoke."

"It's easy to get lost in one of these cigars," Dr. Monroe said. She added,
in a hushed tone, "Can I tell you a dirty secret?"

"That's the best kind," Maureen said after exhaling and then taking another
luxuriously long pull on her rapidly diminishing cigar.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but every night, before bed, I enjoy one
of these while I masturbate. When I come off while saturating my lungs with
this smoke, the climaxes are simply overwhelming."

Maureen suddenly felt very wet down under. "I've got to try that sometime,"
she said. She found herself looking forward to getting home.

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