Animal Magnetism - The Kidnapping, Part 4

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This story is a second sequel to "Animal Magnetism" and "Animal Magnetism -
The Sequel" posted elsewhere on this story page.  You may find it helpful to
read them first before this one.

ANIMAL MAGNETISM - THE KIDNAPPING

4.	Debbie in Deep Trouble; Micaela and Her Mom Get In Even Deeper.

	Debbie was tired; tired, but relieved.  The tape over her mouth was
gone, and it felt good to be free from it.  She rubbed her face, continuing to
pull off bits of the adhesive left behind.

	Sarah walked in the room.  "I see they took the tape off your mouth so
you can talk now.  I guess that means your mother is satisfied those video
tapes did the job?"

	Debbie nodded.  "Yeah, and God it feels good to talk.  You were here.
You know how the videos played all night.  Even when I slept, or almost slept,
I heard my voice droning on and on about the evils of smoking and how and why
I should quit."

	"And it worked?"

	"Yep, it sure did!  Mom was right, thank God.  I can't believe I
thought smoking was good."  She shuddered involuntarily.  "It's that bastard
Bill's fault.  He did it to me.  I'd like to give him a piece of my mind!  But
I can't, or he'll use his power on me again.  I guess it doesn't matter.  The
important thing is, I'm mostly back to normal.  Thankfully!"

	"That's great," Sarah smiled wistfully.  "How'd you convince your mom
to let you talk?"

	"I gave Mom and Mr. Meyers the names of some convenience stores and
gas stations where we sent underage kids because they can get cigarettes
without hassle or carding.  Mom's calling the authorities to tip them off.
They'll get fined for selling tobacco to minors.  It convinced her I'd changed
back, because I'm willing to sell my old accomplices down the river."

	Sarah nodded.  "So you're cured?"

	"Not completely.  I still feel the tug of that cigarette habit.  But
the important thing is, now I want to get better.  I want to return to normal.
I told Mom I want to listen to the first tape in the SmokeStopperz series
several more times.  It explains why people ought to quit.  It's the
motivational speech.  I was damn good at it, too," she laughed.

	"Yeah, I bet you were."  Sarah examined her face.  "Let me get some
rubbing alcohol for you, Debbie, and I'll get rid of the remaining adhesive
from your face."

	As she left, Debbie sighed.  She was relieved.  She wasn't completely
back to normal, not yet, but she was getting there as far as smoking was
concerned.  But the lovely Sarah kept coming to mind.  She was so pretty, she
mused, with her silky, strawberry blond hair, her soft, exquisite skin, and
her incredibly sweet face.  Yes, the SmokeStopperz video tapes were erasing
her desire to smoke, but they had no effect on the other inclination she
picked up from Bill.

	Sarah returned with a bottle of alcohol.  "Close your eyes," she
instructed in a professional tone.  "Let me swab your face.  I'll get rid of
the remnants of the adhesive tape."

	Sarah rubbed Debbie's face.  The feeling was electric.  She felt
herself getting horny.  Yeah, the beautiful blond member of her kidnapping
team was sexy as hell.  She almost laughed upon realizing she used the same
phrase Bill always did - sexy as hell!  But it didn't matter.  She felt
herself getting wet between the legs.  She wanted to have Sarah.  She wanted
her right away.  And with her power, she knew she could get what she wanted!

	When Sarah finished, Debbie opened her eyes.  "Thanks, Sarah," she
cooed.  "You know, I never noticed, but you're incredibly beautiful.  Do you
realize that?"

	The strawberry blond blushed.  "Gosh, thanks, Debbie.  This isn't my
most attractive look, though."  She brushed her hands up and down her hospital
scrubs.  "It's functional, but not exactly becoming."

	"Nonsense," Debbie laughed merrily.  "Sarah, you'd look damn good in
anything.  I mean it.  But then I bet you find me attractive, too, don't you?"

	The other girl looked at Debbie, but she said nothing.  She just
stared.

	"We're both desirable women, Sarah," she went on.  "Anyone would be
delighted to have the opportunity to make love to us.  Right?"

	She knew how to manipulate her captor.  Sarah nodded.

	"Yeah, you're really nice looking, Debbie," Sarah said slowly.
"You're gorgeous."

	"Yeah, you're right," Debbie smirked.  "I am gorgeous.  And gorgeous
women like us, we deserve to get whatever we want sexually.  I bet you agree
with that, too, don't you?"

	Again, Sarah nodded.

	"Girls like us, Sarah, we can't be restricted to men when it comes to
sex, can we?  I mean, if you found another woman attractive, sexually
desirable, there'd be nothing at all wrong with having sex with her, now would
there?"

	Sarah cocked her head.  "Are you coming on to me, Debbie?"

	The brunette woman laughed out loud.  "Yeah, Sarah, I am.  And you're
flattered.  You haven't had enough sex recently, I bet, and you'd love to have
someone in your arms, someone to pleasure you and make you feel damn good.
Someone like me.  Right?"

	Sarah giggled.  "I don't know, Debbie.  I've never done it with
another woman."

	"Yeah, but you could.  And you'd like to.  God, you really want it.
And there's no time like the present to expand your sexual horizons, now is
there?"

	"What about Mr. Meyers and the others?  What if they came in and found
us ? doing it together?"

	"I tell you what, Sarah.  Go outside, and tell Mr. Meyers and my mom
that you need to help me in the bathroom.  You helped me pee yesterday, and
though I'm off the IV, tell 'em I'm a little weak.  Tell 'em you're going to
lock the door because I need help getting undressed.  And then tell them
you're going to stay in the room with me while I take a shower, just in case I
fall or need help because I'm so tired."  She reached out and touched Sarah's
arm.  "We'll have half an hour to pleasure each other, Sarah, dear.  You want
it.  You need it.  I know you do.  And you can have it, too.  That's all you
need to do to get it.  Are you game?"

	Sarah groaned with desire.  "Yeah, you're right.  I do want it.  And I
think it might work, Debbie."  She walked to the door and giggled.  "Okay.
I'll be right back."

	As she waited, Debbie began masturbating.  She was done smoking, but
had no intention of giving up beautiful women.  The power made it _so_ easy.
For a moment, she felt sad.  Without Bill boosting her power, soon she'd no
longer be able to sweet-talk someone like Sarah into making love.  No matter.
The power was still strong enough, and at the moment, that was all that
mattered.

	Sarah returned and locked the door.  Again, she giggled.  "God,
Debbie.  This is so cool.  I've never done this."

	Debbie walked up to her and put her arms around her waist.  "Don't
worry, Sarah," she whispered.  She kissed the strawberry blond girl full on
the mouth.  After a moment of hesitation, she felt Sarah's tongue push its way
into her mouth in return.

	"Oh yeah, that's right.  Don't worry, baby," Debbie repeated softly,
moving her hands up inside Sarah's blouse.  She fondled her captor's breasts,
and in response Sarah groaned with pent-up desire.  "Don't worry, honey.  I'll
show you exactly what to do."

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	"So that's it, ladies.  Micaela and Rosemary, you both love to smoke,
and that's good.  You find it incredibly sexy, and that's good, too.  Smoking
makes you feel great, and you love to see other women smoke.  To be blunt,
other women have become quite sexually attractive to you, especially smokers,
and nothing's wrong with that.  It's good.  But you'll never feel that way
about each other, because you're mother and daughter.  That'd be too weird.
Get it?"

	Micaela nodded eagerly.  "Yeah, we get it, Bill.  God, thanks so much.
I was feeling real funny inside whenever I watched Mom smoke.  But I don't
feel that way now.  Now I think it'll just make me happy when she smokes.  How
about you, Mom?"

	"Yeah, me too," Rosemary smiled.  "I'm fine now.  Thanks, Bill.  You
know, it's so nice to talk to you.  You make things so clear, so
understandable.  If you hadn't shared with us yesterday, we might have never
discovered how great smoking cigarettes is.  Really, I can't thank you enough
for all you've done."

	"You're welcome.  But of course, you're not indifferent to men
smoking.  Not at all.  No, it makes you happy to see anyone smoke.  And from
now on, whether it's a boyfriend, a girlfriend, or just an ordinary friend,
you want all your important relationships to be with committed smokers, people
just like you.  Smoking's an important part of your life now, and you want all
your significant relationships to be with other smokers.  All your close
friends must be smokers.  And as for existing friends and family who don't
smoke, from now on you'll do your damnedest to convince them to start.  Don't
you agree?"

	Both woman nodded.  They'd listened attentively to Bill for twenty
minutes.  Neither Rosemary nor Micaela smoked during his lecture.  Now,
however, Micaela spoke up.

	"Bill, that's so smart!  Being with people who don't smoke is dumb.
Why spend time with any asshole who doesn't smoke?  And now, Bill, I want to
smoke for you.  I want to show off, to show you how much better I've gotten at
smoking since yesterday.  Will you watch me?  Please?  I'd like that."

	Bill grinned.  "Sure, I'd love to watch you smoke, Micaela.  You're a
very pretty young woman.  And smoking a cigarette will make you look at least
twice as lovely."

	The youngster blushed.  "Thanks, Bill.  It means a lot to hear you say
that."

	Of course it does, he said to himself.  You'll do anything for my
approval.  Anything.

	Rosemary handed Micaela her pack of Marlboro 100's.  The youngster
shook out a cigarette.  With a smile, she slid it between her lips.  She
clicked a disposable lighter and expertly lit up.  Her cheeks hollowed for
several seconds, and she pulled a large deposit of smoke down into her teenage
lungs.  She grinned while holding it in.  "How's that?"

	"Very nice," Bill nodded approvingly as the youngster began a strong
exhale.  "Perfect.  What do _you_ think, Ashley?  Don't you agree that Micaela
should be damn proud of herself?"

	The female detective listened silently but attentively to the
interchange with Bill and the Moore women.  His words effected her as much as
their primary recipients, Micaela and Rosemary.  Ashley nodded
enthusiastically and leered at the teenager.

	"Micaela, you look stunning!  I mean it.  I can't believe how
sophisticated and elegant you look smoking that cigarette!  God, it makes me
jealous.  You're so clearly enjoying it, and that itself makes you even more
seductive.  Bill's right.  You should be damn proud."

	Rosemary also reached for a cigarette.  Eager to get in on the action,
she lit up a Marlboro 100.  Like her daughter, she did a several second, cheek
hollowing drag and inhaled smoke deep into her chest.

	Bill nodded.  "Rosemary, you look just as good as Micaela when you
smoke.  It suits you.  Both of you matured your approach to smoking since last
night.  You've been working on it, haven't you?"

	Rosemary nodded as she exhaled a torrential flood of smoke from her
mouth and lips.  "We're still getting used to it, to the nicotine, I mean.
But we want to be polished smokers as soon as possible, like you, Bill."  She
hit again on her cigarette.  "Like you said, it makes me feel so good having
smoke deep inside my lungs.  I love it."  She exhaled again, releasing another
heavy stream through her smiling mouth.

	Bill reached for his pack and lit up with them.  "You know, girls,
Ashley and I've been talking about smoking," he went on.  "She wants to get in
on the fun.  Isn't that right, Ash?"

	The detective nodded impatiently.  "Yeah, I'm so ready!  I used to
smoke when I was about your age, Micaela.  Damn, I can't believe I ever gave
it up.  I want to get started smoking again, just as soon as possible."

	Bill handed the brunette a cigarette.  "Well, if that's what you want,
Ashley, by all means you should do it right this minute.  Your body isn't used
to nicotine, but it won't matter.  This cigarette won't be too strong or too
harsh.  It'll taste really good to you.  I guarantee it."

	She smiled at him.  "And by telling me that, you just made it so.  Am
I right?"

	"Exactly," he confirmed.  "If I say you'll like it, you'll like it.
That's all it takes."

	"Great," she sighed.  "Because I really want to like it.  I want to be
a smoker, too!"

	He held out his lighter.  Ashley's fingers trembled, not from anxiety
but with eager anticipation.  The flame touched the cigarette she held in her
mouth.  She sucked and drew a modest amount of smoke in.  Her inhale wasn't as
pronounced as Micaela's or Rosemary's, but it wasn't bad for someone who
hadn't smoked in years.

	Micaela watched her like a hawk.  "How is it, Ashley?  Good?"

	Ashley nodded as she exhaled.  "Oh, it's really good.  God, Bill,
you're right.  This cigarette tastes divine!  I love it."  She put it her lips
and dragged again.  "Why on earth did I ever stop doing this?" she asked
rhetorically.  "It makes me feel so good when I smoke!"

	"And you _look_ good, too," Rosemary leered.  "Bill's right.  Smoking
makes every woman look really beautiful and sexy.  You're pretty anyway, but I
love watching you smoke!"

	Bill sat back and sighed.  He fixed Rosemary and Micaela's problem and
Ashley's wavering.  Now all three of them were drooling over each other.
There were strong sensual and sexual insinuations underneath their expressions
of mutual admiration.  His cock was getting hard seeing and hearing them fall
all over each other, sharing compliments for smoking so sexily.  He glanced at
his watch.  He wanted to get back to poor Debbie's situation, especially to
find out from Ashley what additional information she had.  But it wouldn't
hurt to wait a little, and the present situation cried out for moving his
female companions to the next level.  He decided to go for it.

	"I must say, ladies, the sexual tension in this room is intense.  Can
you feel it?  I'm getting horny watching the three of you smoke.  I mean, my
God, you're all so beautiful, so incredibly sexy, smoking your cigarettes.  I
hope no one's offended by what I'm about to say.  But being here, watching you
all smoke, it makes me want to fuck someone.  Do any of you feel the same way
I do?"

	Rosemary replied first.  "I know what you mean, Bill," she said,
giggling nervously.  "Except for the fact that Micaela's here, I'd love to
make love with either you or Ashley."  She giggled again.  "God, that's so
weird.  I was never attracted to women till I started smoking."

	Micaela seemed offended by the remark.  "Mom, I'm sixteen, for God's
sake.  I have sexual needs, too, you know."  She flashed a smile at Ashley
while dragging on her Marlboro.

	Bill smiled.  "Micaela's right, Rosemary.  There's no reason to leave
her out.  For example, you wouldn't be offended if Micaela were make love with
a gorgeous smoker like Ashley here, now would you?  I can't imagine you
would!"

	"No, I guess not," Rosemary slowly answered.

	"That's what I thought.  And Micaela, I suspect you're not completely
innocent when it comes to sex, now are you?  I bet you've been fucked before,
a beautiful teenager like you?"

	The sixteen year old blushed.  "I'd rather not admit anything in front
of Mom."

	"Don't be shy, Micaela," Bill winked.  "Your mom has developed a
tolerant attitude regarding lots of things now.  Take smoking.  Till
yesterday, she never let you smoke.  Now she's cool with it.  In fact, she's
delighted you're a smoker.  She wants you to smoke more.  So if you want to be
sexually active, she'll be supportive, whether with another woman or a guy.
As long, that is, as it's with another smoker."

	"Bill's right," Rosemary nodded.  "I used to be too uptight.  But I've
changed.  I realize I mustn't put boundaries on you anymore.  So if you want
sex, from now on, you should have it.  Bill says we should be more open,
liberal, and I intend to mend my old ways.  God, I feel so excited right now,
I might have an orgasm just sitting here thinking about it!"

	"Mother!"

	"Relax, Micaela," Bill soothingly interrupted.  "Nothing's wrong if
your mom talks about sex, or indulges her sexual passions.  She's a beautiful
woman with strong sexual needs and desires that deserve satisfaction.  You
have to support each other from now on.  You're a sexual person, Micaela, and
so is Rosemary.  You each should be glad when the other one wants sex.  It's
the most natural thing in the world; you _need_ to indulge your sexual needs
and fantasies.  There's nothing wrong with that.  Here's an example, Micaela.
I've been watching you watch Ashley.  I believe you'd love to kiss Ashley
right now, now wouldn't you?"

	Micaela slowly nodded.  "Yeah, that's right, I sure would," she
blushed.  "I almost can't stand how sexy Ashley looks smoking that cigarette.
She's _so_ beautiful!"

	"She sure is," Bill agreed.  "How about you, Ashley?  I bet you're
interested in Micaela?  Sexually, I mean?"

	Ashley blushed.  She hit on her cigarette and inhaled.  "You know I
am, Bill.  But my God, Rosemary's right.  Micaela's sixteen.  I can't have sex
with a sixteen year old!"  She exhaled a thick stream of smoke into the air.

	"And why not?" Bill went on.  "I bet you had sex when you were her
age, or at least wanted to!  So why shouldn't Micaela?  You want her, Ashley.
And Micaela wants you."

	Ashley sighed.  "Bill, you have no shame."

	He grinned.  "I refuse to be ashamed of sexual fantasies.  Look, we
love to watch each other smoke.  Right?  It's making us all extraordinarily
horny.  Ashley, right now Micaela wants to kiss you, and you want her to.  No
one gets hurt.  You girls should just do it.  Plus, Rosemary and I want to
watch.  Don't we, Rosemary?  I think you'd like that."

	"I'd like to see Micaela kiss you, Ashley," Rosemary eagerly agreed.
"Bill's right."

	Ashley groaned.  "Bill's always right.  God damn it!  I _do_ want to,
but I can't believe you're not at least a little upset, Rosemary.  I mean, my
God, she's your daughter!"

	She gave a serene smile.  "Ashley, I love to see Micaela do things
that make her happy.  Smoking makes her happy, so I'm totally supportive.  And
if kissing you will please Micaela, then I want her to do that, too.  I don't
mind.  Like Bill said, I'd like to see it."

	Micaela could stand it no longer.  She walked over to Ashley and put
her hands on her shoulders.  She leaned in and planted a big, wet kiss on the
female detective.  Ashley tried to resist, but couldn't.  Despite her
reservations, she wanted it as badly as did the youngster.  Soon the two women
were involved in a passionate embrace.

	"There!  Doesn't that please you, Rosemary?  Aren't you glad your
daughter's experiencing exquisite pleasure with Ashley?"

	Rosemary hit on her cigarette.  "Yeah, it makes me happy, and a little
excited," she admitted with a sigh, exhaling smoke.  "Don't stop, Micaela.
God, go for it, girl," she laughed lasciviously.  "But Bill, the thing is, it
also makes me insanely jealous.  I wish I was doing that with Ashley."

	"Well, how about this instead?  Let's you and me leave these two girls
here to do whatever the hell they want with each other.  You and I can go to
your bedroom and fuck.  You'd really like to fuck me, Rosemary, wouldn't you?"

	Rosemary's bright blue eyes grew wide.  "Oh my God!  Are you serious?
Could we?"

	"Like I said, you should always do what you feel like doing.  We like
smoking, so we smoke.  If we feel like fucking, then we should fuck.  I'd like
to fuck you, Rosemary.  I admit it.  You're very beautiful.  We'd both get
tons of pleasure from a quick one.  Don't you agree?"

	"Oh God, yes," she gasped.  "I just never thought ?."

	"You never thought you'd get to?  Relax, Rosemary.  You, Micaela and
Ashley are all my girls now.  I always take good care of all of my girls."

	Ashley and Micaela were busy disrobing each other.  Bill stopped to
admire the beautiful detective's ample breasts, on display after being freed
from her blouse.  "You know what?  Later, Ashley, I'll take care of you, too,"
he laughed.  "I think I need to fuck you as well."

	Ashley stopped kissing Micaela's naked shoulder and chuckled.  "God, I
hope so, Bill.  I'd love to have you fuck me.  I'm counting on it!"

	"But what about me, Bill?" Micaela pouted.  "Will you 'take care' of
me later?"

	"We'll see, Micaela.  But right now I need to fuck your mom.  You want
me to fuck her, don't you?  Yeah, I thought so.  Because you want your mom to
feel good.  And right now, Micaela, you get to have Ashley, and that's not
bad, is it?"  He turned to her mom.  "Rosemary, we need our cigarettes.  I
want to watch you smoke in bed, and you want to smoke for me while we fuck,
don't you?"

	"Yeah, sure," Rosemary laughed.  "After all, smoking makes me look and
feel sexy.  And I want to look my absolute sexiest for you, Bill, honey.  God,
I'm so excited!"

	Before leaving, Bill took a last lustful look at Micaela and Ashley
going at it fast and furious on the couch.  From now on they'd both be
actively bi-sexual.  He could hardly tear his eyes away from the two women
kissing and fondling each other.  And Rosemary didn't seem the least bit
troubled watching her teenage daughter make love to Ashley, the lovely thirty
year old detective.  Yeah, his animal magnetism was certainly amazing!

	Rosemary tugged his shirt.  "Come one, Bill," she whined.  "I know you
like watching Micaela and Ashley.  I do, too, to be honest."  She giggled.
"But you said we'd fuck, and I want you right now, baby.  I can't wait any
longer!"

	He laughed and kissed Rosemary on the mouth.  He tasted the familiar
aroma and flavor of tobacco on her breath.  His cock stiffened.  "Right,
Rosemary.  Let's go to your room and do it.  I guarantee, you'll enjoy this
fuck more than any other you've ever had!"

	"Bill, you've changed my life, and Micaela's, too.  Thank you!"

	He looked at the lovely blond woman begging him to make love to her.
"You're welcome, Rosemary.  It was, and will continue to be, my pleasure!"

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	Debbie felt invigorated by her brief but passionate lovemaking with
Sarah.  She was a neophyte when it came to lesbian sex, but she was sure as
hell a quick study!  They both came repeatedly while pleasuring each other in
the bathroom.  It was great.  Her power still worked.  Being separated from
Bill hadn't yet made it deteriorate to the point where she couldn't manipulate
someone like Sarah.

	She still felt wobbly from all the sedatives she'd been given.  She
lay on the bed to rest.  It wasn't a complete crock when she said she needed
Sarah's help in the bathroom.  From time to time, without warning her legs and
ankles periodically gave way.  Sarah assured her she'd be better soon.  But
right now, she had no energy or stamina to do anything but lie down to rest
and watch her old SmokeStopperz tapes on the TV.

	The tapes played all night, so she hadn't slept much.  But her mom
thought it important to inundate her with her anti-smoking teaching, and it
was a good idea.  Her head felt clearer.  She had to keep paying attention to
the teaching she heard herself give on the tapes, let it sink in and change
her perceptions and opinions at the deepest levels.  Sometime in the middle of
the night she first felt her thinking shifting back.  Now it was almost back
all the way.  At least, that's what she surmised.

	But the incident with Sarah demonstrated that other parts of Bill's
influence hadn't been countermanded.  And she didn't want them to be.  She
intended to continue seeking out female lovers, and didn't want to lose her
new promiscuity.  She still liked that.

	The question was, how would she react the first time she saw another
woman smoking?  The tapes were slowly restoring her old views about the evils
of tobacco, and that was good.  But they didn't address the separate issue of
her strong, lingering sexual attraction to female smokers.  She couldn't tell
her mother about that!

	She popped the first SmokerStopperz tape back in the VCR.  Soon she
heard her voice mouthing the familiar words she'd spoken so many times in the
old days:  "Welcome to SmokeStopperz.  This series of video cassettes helps
you learn the hows and the whys of quitting smoking, for good:  for the good
of your health; for the good of your loved ones; and for the good of your
entire life.  In eight lectures, I'll explain why quitting smoking is one of
the most important decision you'll ever make ?."

	She sighed.  She wished there was a place on the tape that explained
smoking isn't sexy, and doesn't make woman look fuckin' great!  Well, the more
the basic anti-smoking message sank in, the less she'd have to worry about
feeling attracted to female smokers ?.

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