Mistress Lung felt irritated and restless. Her sharp blue eyes was almost sending out flashes of energy and she smoked cigarette after cigarette, nose exhaling thick streams all the time which made her look like a dragon. She had lost the contact with all her old friends, those she had enjoyed so much to be together with to hear and watch them cough. During her six months in prison for her kidnapping, her companions had gone their separate ways and the few of them that she had managed to get in touch with refused to have anything to do with her. She never found out exactly who of them had told the police about her. Maybe Helen? She had suddenly just disappeared, it seemed. She had stopped calling Mistress Lung, and she never answered the sad Mistress' messages on the answering machine.
During the night, she had had the same dream over again: Two blonde twin girls, looking like around 18 or maybe 20 years, had been having dinner with Mistress Lung. The Mistress had been chain smoking more than eating, and the later in the evening, the deeper had the girls been coughing. All the time, she had wanted to touch them; massage their shaking chests, cupping her hand over their mouths to really get a tight contact with their coughings. But, she had been almost like paralyzed by the sound and just stared at the two coughing girls. Right after the dinner, she had been about to try make the girls smoke to get them to cough even more, but suddenly they had been gone and the Mistress had waken up, sweating and with her heart beating like a drum. Every time, after waking up, she had thought about leaving the bed and have a cigarette, but she had fallen asleep again. The night had went on like this, over and over again and now she was so hungry for a coughing woman that her brain didn't have any place over for anything else.
She took the car and drove out on the country, to that sweet little cottage she had bought years ago. During her time in prison, she had decided to sell it, to prevent herself from using the cottage for what she had intended, but had never used that way so far. However, before selling, she must first remove the little specialities she had spent so many weekends on putting together and she hadn't had any time yet for removing it. Now, instead of removing anything she went there, cleaned the house and the installations. Noone could guess that the basement had two two-times-two square meters prison cells, without any windows and with a special wall isolation which made any acustic communication between the two cells impossible.
She checked that the lamps in the cells worked and suddenly remembered that she had been about to install electric sockets in the cells but had never had the time. The plastic pipeline between the cells was still there, but there was no cable in it yet. "Doesn't matter now", she thought to herself before leaving the place. She drove back to town in her van and parked it in a small backstreet close to the popular night-club district. In the back of the car, she sat down to wait.
It wasn't until the late hours that the first guests started to leave their favourite clubs. Mistress Lung knew that there were always some who would take a short-cut through the dark backstreet. However, she was a fastidious woman. First, two giggling young women around 20 came walking, smoking. Mistress Lung looked out through the dark, very small window and her heart started to beat faster when the blonde girl removed a cigarette from her lips and coughed with three irritated hacks, talking at the same time. Actually, the girl was like in that dream! But, again the Mistress was of the fastidious sort and normally young women wasn't her favourite if she could choose. "Come on, she's just a kid, almost", she suddenly whispered to herself and an unusually bad conscience swept in over her. She calmed down and sat down on the floor in the back of the car and lit a cigarette. She suddenly felt a bit sad, and started to doubt. Maybe she should learn from those months in jail instead of sitting here, waiting for a coughing woman to pass? She decided to drive home and got up from the floor, but almost instinctively she looked out through the window. Two women between 35 and 40 years of age was walking in the direction of the car. One of them was tall and had almost black hair, the other one was more of normal length and was more of a standard brunette. As they came closer, the Mistress noticed that the tall one had a foreign look; her black hair, dark eyes and her long, curved nose gave the impression that her origin was somewhere in the Middle-East of Asia. Mistress Lung was surprised by herself; normally she wouldn't have noticed so many details when watching a person cough. The tall, foreign-looking woman was laughing and coughing all the time. Finally, she bent her body forward quickly with her long, slim fingers over her mouth. The other one laughed and pattered her friend on the back at the same time as she produced a long, extended rattling herself and coughed three times. "Sounds like a genuine smoker's cough", Mistress Lung moaned to herself. She wasn't sure about the taller woman's cough. Anyway, any thoughts about giving up were gone and as the slightly drunk women were about to pass the car, they were suddenly inside it. Mistress Lung's technique was absolutely fantastic - it was like nothing for her to lift two drunk, giggling women up and inside the van. She had grabbed the shorter one, which looked a little lighter, by her legs, lift her up and put her over her own shoulder while grabbing the tall one by the arm. She locked the car and drove away, and she had no idea why she suddenly had got foolhardy enough to try to take two instead of one. Anyway, it was perfect of course, since she had two cells. She just hoped that the shock wouldn't reduce their coughing. But, if it did, she was prepared for that situation, too...
After arriving, she rushed into the car, grabbed the smaller woman, closed the car and carried
her down and into the left cell, locked the door and repeated it with the tall one.
They seemed to be less drunk now, probably the shock had waken them up,
Mistress Lung thought. After parking the car, she went down to the small place
outside the cells and started to talk to her guests.
- I've invited you because you are so good at coughing, she said after
opening the small, metal opening in the doors. The more you cough, the sooner
you will get out from here. I guess you are smokers, both of you?
- NO I'M NOT, the tall one shouted angrily. Mistress Lung first got
surprised by her explosive temper, but quickly got over it and lost her
own temper.
- You'll soon be, she shouted back and closed the opening.
- And you, start smoking and go on until I tell you to stop, she wheezed
angrily in the other cell door's opening. - You do have a smoker's cough,
don't you?
- Well, not very... the brunette stuttered ... not very...
Mistress Lung shut the opening hardly and felt like she was going to explode.
One non-smoker and one smoker without any real smoker's cough. What a mistake.
Suddenly she realized how her own eagerness had ruined the whole idea. She had
simply grabbed the first, not too young female persons with any sign of coughing,
without really knowing anything about their coughings.
The hard woman felt like she was going to weep but when she suddenly heard that
rattling cough again from the brunette, she calmed down and remembered her own
plans if they didn't cough enough. When building the cells, she had prepared
two plastic pipelines leading to a hole in each cell. Now, she lit a
cigarette, filled her lungs and blew the smoke into the tall, dark woman's cell.
She guessed that the non-smoker's throat would get more irritated by cigarette
smoke that the smoker's. She smoked and smoked and after the third cigarette,
SHE started to cough instead. It was late in the night, and she often got a
smoker's cough at that time. She coughed and smoked, but realized that she had
to work hard to fill the cell with enough smoke to make the woman in it to cough.
After her sixth cigarette, she had to stop inhaling the smoke into her lungs, she
tried to fill her mouth simply before blowing it into the pipeline but she
understood that her mouth could keep only a small portion of smoke compared to
her long, smoky lungs. So, she again started to inhale, now even deeper.
She constantly took a triple drag in her lungs, exhaled it, turned her head to
the side to cough with from two wheezing hacks to real coughing fits which got
deeper and deeper, until she heard the sound. The tall woman started to cough
a little in there. Mistress Lung intensified her smoking and soon the woman in there
started to shout again.
- Will you stop that, I hate smoke, I hate YOU!
- What a way to talk to your mistress, Mistress Lung said quietly after
opening the door. She lit a new cigarette, grabbed the tall, beautiful woman's
neck and exhaled her smoke right into the face. She repeated it time after time,
and the woman coughed, and coughed, and coughed. When Mistress Lung put one hand
on the coughing woman's chest to really feel how her lungs were fighting, at the
same time as she got a coughing fit herself and coughed in the woman's face,
at the same time as she felt the other one's cough in her own face, she reached
her climax with an enormous intensity.
She locked the cell behind her and went up from the basement to calm down and decide on the best way to get rid of her prisoners. The tall beauty, Sabira, tried to calm down and think. All the time, she felt the urge to cough, and she sat down on the floor, pressing both her hands over her mouth like if to try to force her coughing reflex back. Every time her body tried to cough, she tried to keep it back, and her body was shaking at those supressed hacks. She tried to cup both her hands up over that long, long nose to collect her own, humid exhaled air in her hands. This made the inhaled air more warm and humid too, which calmed her cough down. After a long while, breathing calmly and deeply like that, she slowly dared to let her long fingers slide down over her nose before releasing them. She got up and started to knock on the wall. No reply. She knocked and knocked until her knuckles started to hurt. Either Brenda was asleep, or... or... almost like in panic, she started to shout. No effect, other than a new coughing fit. She put her hands back over her nose and managed to stop the coughing fit after 30 seconds. The air was still too smoky for her. She started to hammer on the door with her hands, but noone heard it. Not even Mistress Lung, because she had made sure it was impossible to use Sabira's technique to communicate between the cells through any sort of signalling. Sabira immediately heard that it was impossible for her to produce any sound loud enough to be heard from Brenda's cell. Then, she noticed the pipeline.
The pipeline that Mistress Lung had been about to use for the electric socket. Sabira first tried to shout in it, but realized it was too small. Then, she saw the two packets of Marlboro red plus the plastic lighter that Mistress Lung had left in the cell after having reached her goal. Sabira had never before smoked a cigarette. Never. Sabira took a cigarette, and tried to remember how Brenda did when lighting a cigarette. She put it between her big, red lips and lit, then removed the cigarette from her lips and watched the ember go out. She tried to suck, but it was too late. She repeated the mistake once more, before understanding that she had to suck earlier. The smoke filled her mouth before she blew it out, into that plastic pipeline near the floor. Before taking the next drag, she realized that she was holding the cigarette between two fingers, just like a real smoker. Another drag, more smoke into the pipeline. It took her a long while to finish the cigarette, but in the other cell, Brenda's lungs had got more and more hungry, and her fear combined with her crave for smoke was quite a dreadful mix. She had been walking around in the small cell, but now she wondered where the smoke came from. She sniffed around in the cell and found that it was from somewhere close to the door. But no, not from under the door, not from the edge. Sabira had to smoke half of the next cigarette before Brenda found the other end of the pipeline. She put her nostrils right over the pipeline and inhaled. No doubt, cigarette smoke. She inhaled time after time, wondering why that sadistic woman was doing this. Maybe to make her cough? She didn't care, because she needed the smoke. Sabira's trials to get her friend's attention just ended in Brenda's lungs. Sabira smoked cigarette after cigarette, and when starting on the last one of the first packet, she was so tired of doing it so after pulling on it, she was going to sigh and took a deep breath. All the smoke went to down to the bottom of her fresh lungs before it was coughed out in a violent coughing fit. Not until she had whooped three times, she managed to stop coughing. If only Mistress Lung had heard it...
Meanwhile, Mistress Lung had started to fear another six months, well probably more this time, in prison and decided to get rid of her guests as quickly as possible. She had chain smoked for more than two hours and it was now early in the morning. Tired and "chain-coughing", she quickly brought the also very tired Brenda and Sabira back into the van, without a word. They heard her coughing constantly before she stopped the car somewhere in a suburb and opened the doors. Brenda noticed that the car had no registration signs when Mistress Lung left them. Needless to say, the case was so similar to the Mistress' last so the police never hesitated about who it was. Poor Mistress Lung wondered how hungry she would be the next time she was free again. If ever...