Quickly, Mistress Lung turned down the electric lights to a minimum and lit four candles. She lit a cigarette and opened the door as someone knocked on it.
The four women entered, each one having a lit cigarette in her hand. They were coughing badly all the time, and the whole room was full of rattlings and other, harder, chest sounds. The women were breathing heavily, smoking and coughing without interruption, it seemed. Often, someone coughed up mucus and either swallowed it or coughed it right into their hand. They sat down on their chairs. Mistress Lung had placed Helen on her chair while the others were entering, but now she pulled Helen up and untied her hands. She sat down where Helen had been sitting.

- Now, sweetheart, their poor chests have been coughing for so long without anyone caring. It's time for you to slowly massage Tamara, to the left, for a while, move over to the next one and so on.
Helen acted immediately; she had decided not to hesitate. Tamara was coughing heavily now and suddenly Helen got a genuine feeling of compassion. She carefully put her hand on the woman's chest. Tamara seemed to be around 37, Helen thought. Almost like herself. Poor little chest, she thought, and caressed the warm skin. She felt the woman's hard coughings directly in her hand as she massaged the chest from shoulder to shoulder over and over again.
- Goooood, Mistress Lung smiled and coughed three times, the third one sounding like she was coughing up a lung. - Proceed, she said when she could talk.
Helen almost felt sorry about having to leave Tamara. Meg's cough sounded like her chest tried to force her lungs up and Helen started to massage the chest much more intensively than she had done with Tamara's. The woman's cough subsided but Helen went on. She noticed she actually enjoyed feeling the woman's chest expand a little when she inhaled cigarette smoke down into her bad lungs from her cigarette. Suddenly, Mistress Lung was with her and opened her shirt a bit. She stared at the tall woman and wondered what was going to happen.
- Just go on, she was instructed and she moved over to number three. Betty's sick lungs sounded like they were full of mucus, but it didn't keep her from chain smoking. Betty caressed her light skin carefully, and when the woman had coughed mucus directly in her hand, she put her hand inside Helen's shirt and Helen felt the humid, warm, smoky mucus on her own skin. First, she felt disgusted, but suddenly she relaxed and her heart started to beat harder.
- Do it again, please, she gasped in the woman's ear.
- Go on! , Mistress Lung commanded and Helen had to move to Winnie. Winnie's cough were in a phase where she produced long, sharp sounds. It sounded like it hurt inside her, maybe it did, Helen didn't know. She could feel the sharp sounds in her finger tips when massaging the young, soft chest. She glanced at the girl who chain smoked with deep, long inhales despite her dreadful cough. They exchanged a glance and Winnie gave her a friendly smile and caressed her hand a little.
- Now, come back to me!, Mistress Lung commanded. She deliberately coughed some mucus up and put it on Helen's cheek with the tip of her tongue. Helen just stared at the smoking and coughing women, then at Mistress Lung. Just as Tamara coughed so she almost choked Helen reached her climax. She hadn't understood herself what was happening during the "session" so far. It had so quickly turned into a sort of pleasure, touching this women who were coughing so badly, from feeling almost disgusted in the beginning.
First, not even the Mistress understood what had happened. Then, she realized they had found an equal. However, she couldn't be sure she wasn't pretending only, so she decided to proceed as planned.
- Now, it's really time for you to learn, she said and exhaled the cigarette smoke from her smoky lungs into Helen's face. - Look at them, she said and Helen obeyed. - They need help to cover their mouths while coughing. I haven't taught them that coughing without a hand over the mouth is inpolite, have I?, she smiled. - You must do it for them, she continued and Helen went over to Tamara before Mistress Lung had told her. Tamara was in the middle of a new coughing fit and Helen first glanced at her lips and noticed in detail how the woman's lips and tongue moved during the intensive cough. Slowly, she cupped her right hand and put over Tamara's mouth. She had thought she would keep it a few inches from the mouth, but suddenly she couldn't resist touching her lips with her fingers. She had her hand tightly over the mouth. The cough was intensive, but it was warm and humid. Helen suddenly noticed that every time Tamara inhaled, her nose wings expanded slightly and she changed so she cupped both her hands over the woman's mouth and nose. She caressed the soft nose sides up and down a little, before Mistress Lung commanded her to move on. She looked up and met satisfaction in Mistress Lung's eyes.
She heard that Meg's cough was in a "fluid" phase right now, her rattlings were thick and heavy. Almost immediately, the woman quickly bent her body forward and coughed her mucus up in Helen's palm. Helen put both hands up over the woman's long nose so that the mucus she had received came on the nose. Meg didn't react, but Mistress Lung started to moan.
- Next... she moaned. - Quickly...
Helen looked up to find Mistress Lung massaging herself between her legs. Helen left Meg's sick lungs and went over to Betty, who's lungs were fighting to get all the mucus away. She directly cupped both her hands over the woman's mouth and expected to get her fingers full of her stuff, but Betty failed to get it up. She coughed harder and harder and her face got red. - Pleeease, get it up, Helen moaned but had to give up. Without being commanded, she went over to Winnie, who was smoking but was between two coughing fits. Winnie was so young and nice and looked a little like a school girl. Helen put her hands over the girl's nose and mouth just as she had inhaled cigarette smoke in her rattling lungs and felt the girl's exhale in her hands. She pressed her cupped hands harder to the girl's soft face so that she would inhale her exhaled smoke again.
- Please, start to cough, please, Helen almost cried, but she again reached her climax and massaged the nose up and down, moaning. Suddenly, she was embraced by two arms from behind. Mistress Lung was moaning loudly thanks to her overwhelming orgasm. She looked Helen deeply in her eyes after a while, breathing heavily and rattling. She told the others to leave, and they left the room, still coughing. Before she shut the door behind her, young Winnie, who had been so kind and warm, coughed so Helen thought her lungs would collapse. Helen looked at the closed door.
- You're free to go, Helen. Mistress Lung seemed to have calmed down and Helen didn't recognise the wild, almost a bit mean woman that had commanded her to do all this. - We'll leave first, give us five minutes after we have left before you leave this room. Even if we didn't rent that car ourselves, it's unnecessary for you to see the number. We'll never meet again. Helen felt reliefed, but unhappy.
- Oh, no, it's not that easy, Helen said, suddenly breathing heavily. - Time for me to pay back.
- Come on, noone would believe you, Mistress Lung started, - so stay away from the police...
- Who's talking about that, Helen wheezed and started to lick the big, naked chest. - Come on, she moaned, - what's the matter with you.
Finally, Mistress Lung understood what was happening and started to massage Helen's chest intensively. Helen got completely wild, took one of the Mistress' cigarettes, lit it and blew a cloud of cigarette smoke in her face. The tall woman took the cigarette and did the same thing back. Helen, who had never smoked in her life, took the cigarette again, took the deepest drag she could and deliberately pulled the smoke down in her lungs. She immediately got an intensive coughing fit and lost her air already after the first sequence of fast, irritated hacks. She forced herself to inhale deeply and coughed the hardest the could in the Mistress' face and the Mistress reached her second climax this day. Helen felt so satisfied when seing the happy woman under her, and feeling her own, hard cough in her own hand gave her another one, too.

Needless to say, Mistress Lung and her mates didn't ever have to find another target for a similar session. And if it wasn't for that the other four women got so excited by Mistress Lung's wheezing, smoky voice, they would probably had let Helen be their commander at least for once, but even if they had managed to make the 35 year old woman to start smoking, she would have too many years before she would sound like their beloved, chain-smoking, raspy Mistress. It never helped how much Helen begged to play the Mistress role, and it didn't help that she went from being a non-smoker to a 1.5-2 ppd smoker within two months. The "club" had one and only one Mistress Lung forever. And, the worse Winnie's lungs got, the more popular she got. Mistress Lung and Helen could sit together whole nights and just talk about the other four, about how much they wanted them to develop lung emphysemia, how they wanted to collect their mucus, mix it with exclusive vodka and get pissed.