Animal Magnetism - The Kidnapping, Part 6

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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

6.	Epilogue - Back to Normal.

	Bill and Debbie were relaxing in the living room of their house.
Debbie lazily stretched out and reached for her cigarettes.  With a sly smile,
she slipped one into her lips and clicked her lighter.  She double-pumped as
the cigarette came to life, infusing the smoke into her chest.

	"Oh God, Bill," she sighed happily, releasing smoke from her mouth and
nostrils.  "You can't imagine how good this feels!  It's so great to be able
to smoke again!"

	"No, thankfully, I can't imagine," he replied, lighting up his own.
"I've never been nicotine deprived as long as you were last night and today.
It must've been hell."

	She nodded as she dragged long and hard again.  "It was.  My head was
so confused.  My mind said I didn't want to smoke, but the entire time my
heart was screaming something else!"  She laughed and finally exhaled.  "But
all's well that ends well, I guess.  We're back to normal."

	"So how do you feel about your mom, and everything else?"

	Debbie exhaled, re-inhaled, and exhaled again, this time through her
nose.  "What a dumb question!  Fuckin' great, naturally.  God, I'm so glad we
exorcised the anti-smoking demons my goddamn grandma put in Mom's head.  She
never knew her anti-smoking sentiments were grandma's.  It made Mom feel
better, though she had no choice.  After all, she definitely was going to
smoke after we got done straightening out her warped, anti-smoking thinking!"

	"Was it weird seeing your mom smoke her first cigarette in almost
forty years?"

	Debbie pondered the question.  "Yeah, , but mostly it was gratifying.
I didn't know she smoked as a teenager, or that grandma made her quit.  But
now she's smoking again.  I feel great about that."  She paused to hit on her
Marlboro 100.  "But I feel good about anybody starting to smoke," she laughed
playfully.  "You make sure of that, don't you?"

	He ignored her sarcasm.  "It was great changing your mom's mind.
Andrea really got into it.  I thought she'd never stop once she lit up her
first cigarette."

	Debbie did a mixed mouth and nostril exhale.  Bill sighed wistfully.
God, he never tired seeing the love of his life do that particular maneuver!
"And how about Sarah?"

	She nodded.  "Sarah's a sweetheart.  She'll be a great nicotine
addict.  Your idea to hook her up with Ashley was pure genius.  Now Sarah's
looking for a nursing job here in town.  She and Ashley are both into smoking,
and both into smoking women, so they're perfect for each other."  She giggled.
"They're probably going at it right this second over at Ashley's place!"

	"No doubt," Bill sighed.  That reminded him.  He still hadn't fucked
Ashley, damn it!  He had to do that, sooner rather than later.  "And finally,
Meyers and Rogers, the kidnappers?  I have to hand it to you, Debbie.  You got
them to give your mom her money back, and told them that from now on, each
time they use hypnosis to deprogram a kid in one of the kooky, religious
cults, they'll include a post-hypnotic suggestion to make the kid start
smoking."  He chuckled.  "God, it's so perfect.  We're doing all right
promoting smoking, aren't we?"

	Debbie fired up a second Marlboro 100.  "Yeah, but it's scary how
close my mom came to brainwashing me.  Or unbrainwashing.  Who the hell
cares?"  She laughed.  "Like I said, things are back to normal.  By the way,
I'm glad you got to know Micaela.  She really _is_ the heroine of this story.
I'm glad she and her mom both smoke like champs now."  She hit again on her
Marlboro  "But I can't believe you didn't fuck Micaela as well as Rosemary.  I
bet you wanted to, though.  Don't lie to me, Bill," she teased.  "You wanted
Micaela, too, didn't you?"

	"Well, watching Micaela and Ashley make love was stimulating," he
admitted with a grin.  "But I don't know.  Micaela may be a little young for
my tastes."  He kissed Debbie lightly on the lips.  "After all, I like older
women, you know."

	"Bullshit.  Don't deny it, Bill.  You like _any_ woman who smokes,
young or old," Debbie countered.  "That's why you fucked Micaela's mom.  I
assume she's not exactly a dog?"

	"Oh no, Rosemary's very lovely," he confessed shamelessly.  "You'll
like Rosemary, Debbie.  As a smoker, she's a natural.  She's totally into it.
I'd love to be a fly on the wall the next few days to hear their friends and
family react to the changes taking place in _that_ house."

	His cell phone rang.  He didn't recognize the number.  He frowned.
"Who in hell would call me at nine o'clock at night?"

	"Answer it and see," Debbie shrugged, dragging again on her cigarette.
"Then let's call it a night.  I missed sleeping with you last night.  Tonight
I want to fuck, Bill.  Really."

	"Don't worry," he promised.  "We will."  He clicked his phone.
"Hello?"

	"Bill?  Hi, this is Rosemary Moore," said the voice on the other end.
"Thank God you answered!  Listen, I'm sorry to call so late.  But I really
need to talk again."

	"No problem, Rosemary," he said, winking at Debbie.  Her eyebrows
raised with amusement as soon as she heard Bill say her name.

	"Rosemary, it's good to hear from you," he went on.  "By the way, I
loved our interlude this morning.  You're gorgeous, Rosemary, and smoking
makes you even sexier," he added, reinforcing the message already inextricably
imprinted in her brain.  "What can I do for you?"

	"Thanks for the compliment, Bill.  I must say, I _loved_ fucking you.
It was so hot!  And Micaela loved her time with Detective Moore.  Thanks for
giving my daughter the chance to expand sexually.  God, Micaela's grown up the
last couple days, hasn't she?"

	"Yeah, she sure has," he sighed, looking again at Debbie.  "Yes,
Micaela is definitely a sexy little fox.  You must be very proud of her,
Rosemary.  Now, what can I do for you?"

	"Oh God," she said with an embarrassed giggle.  "I almost forgot why I
called.  It's just so nice to hear your voice.  I always feel sexy as hell
just talking to you."  She paused, and he heard the telltale click of a
lighter.

	"I see you're still smoking, Rosemary," he quipped.  "Still enjoying
it?"

	"Oh yeah, absolutely," she replied, exhaling into the phone.  "Of
course I am.  Micaela and I've both been smoking all day.  It's funny.  The
more we smoke, the more we want to.  It's like we can't get enough nicotine.
We love it."

	"No surprise, Rosemary.  Now that you're smokers, that's how it works.
Neither of you will be satisfied unless you smoke a pack a day, at least.
Does that sound right?"

	He heard her exhaling into the receiver.  "That's exactly right.  I
already smoked twenty cigarettes today, but I just keep going.  I love it,"
she giggled.  "Anyway, that's why we need to talk.  See, my younger daughter
Annie is having a hissy fit about her sister and me smoking."

	"Oh?  I didn't know you had another daughter?"

	"Annie's fifteen, a year younger than Micaela.  When Micaela met with
the police yesterday after school and everything was so nuts, I sent Annie to
a friend's house to spend the night, so she didn't have to be here in all the
craziness.  You know?"

	"That was probably smart," Bill said absent-mindedly.

	"But when Annie got home from school today, and saw her sister and me
smoking?  God, she completely freaked!  We tried to explain, but it's been,
like, total failure.  For some reason, she doesn't get it, Bill.  I don't
understand.  It seemed so obvious to Micaela and me after you explained why
people smoke and how great it is.  We both want to be smokers, but Annie's got
a big problem with it.  Tonight she even made noises about going to live with
her dad.  I don't know what to do.  But one thing I _am_ sure of, I won't stop
smoking.  No way.  Micaela either.  We don't want to quit, Bill.  But I don't
know what to do with Annie."

	Bill smiled at Debbie, who was busy chaining into her third successive
Marlboro 100.  "Tell me, Rosemary.  Is Annie home now?"

	"Yeah, up in her room doing homework," Rosemary said bitterly.  "She
won't come downstairs.  She doesn't want to be around all our smoke."  She
giggled.  "I must admit, it _is_ smoky in here.  But she's so pissed about it,
Bill.  I wondered if ?."

	"You want me to talk to Annie?"

	"Yeah, maybe just for a minute.  I can get her to talk to you on the
phone right now."

	He hesitated.  "Rosemary, I probably should come over.  I can come
right now, and I can bring Debbie."

	"Oh my God!  Debbie's back?  You found her?"

	"Oh, no one told you?  Yeah, Ashley and I rescued Debbie this
afternoon.  It turns out her mom kidnapped her, to try to force her to stop
smoking."

	"Oh, that's terrible," Rosemary lamented.  "But she's okay?  And she's
still smoking?"

	"Oh yeah, she's still smoking," he laughed, watching Debbie puff
furiously while she chain-smoked.  "She's just fine.  Like I said, I can bring
her along if I come to talk to Annie."

	"God, I'm _so_ relieved Debbie's okay!  Micaela told me so much about
her.  She simply adores Debbie.  She must be quite a woman!"

	"Yeah, she definitely is.  Debbie's a gorgeous smoker, Rosemary.
You'll like her, and she'll like you, too, if you know what I mean," he
teased.  "I told Debbie what a beautiful, sexy smoker you are.  Debbie will
love seeing that first hand."

	"Wow, that'd be fun," Rosemary sighed.  "I'm getting excited just
thinking about it."

	"But I assume you want me to do more than just change Annie's mind
about smoking?  I suspect you also want me to help Annie understand the
reasons why you and Micaela now find women who smoke so sexually desirable?
Perhaps I can loosen her up a bit sexually?  You'd like that, too, wouldn't
you?"

	"I didn't tell Annie what happened with Micaela and Detective Carey
this morning, or with you and me, either.  I knew she wouldn't understand.
But if you can help with that, too, Bill, yeah, that'd be great."  She paused.
"And Bill?"

	"Yeah?"

	"After you left this morning, Micaela talked all day about how you
intended to 'take care' of her, like you 'took care' of me.  I don't know how
it could work with Annie here, but Micaela really, really wants you to fuck
her.  I'd like that, too, actually.  It'd be so good for Micaela, Bill.  It'd
really help her self esteem as a woman.  I just want you to know she's
counting on it."

	Bill looked at Debbie.  "Rosemary, that's flattering and enticing.  I
like Micaela, and I bet I'll like Annie, too.  Tell you what.  Debbie and I
will get Annie interested in smoking.  Then she'll be just like you and
Micaela, wanting to, needing to, smoke all the time.  We can also arouse her
sexual interests, open her up a bit.  Then if you want, and if Annie's
amenable, which she will be after we talk, perhaps I can fuck both Micaela and
Annie tonight.  Meanwhile, you and Debbie can pleasure each other.  I know
Debbie'd like that.  What do you think?"

	He heard Rosemary giggle.  "Oh God!  That sounds fuckin' great!  Bill,
I really want Annie to learn to enjoy all the things Micaela and I have.
Whether I should or not, I really want you to convince Annie to smoke.  That'd
be wonderful.  But I'd also love for you to fuck both my girls.  Every mother
wants good things for her daughters, and you're such a great fuck, Bill."  She
giggled again.  "Micaela will be absolutely thrilled.  And if Debbie's as
pretty as you say, and she smokes, God, I'd love to get to know her.  You know
what _I_ mean?"

	"Oh, yes.  I know exactly what you mean, Rosemary.  Great.  It's
settled.  Debbie and I will come right over."

	He hung up.  Debbie grinned lasciviously.  "So you're not interested
in younger women?  Bill, those girls are teenagers, for God's sake.  You're
talking about teaching fifteen year old Annie to smoke, and then fucking her
and her sister the same night.  I must admit, even I'm surprised and
scandalized."

	"Oh come on, Deb.  I'm only 24, for God's sake.  I'm not really too
old for them.  I'm nowhere near as old as you," he teased his thirty-something
girlfriend.  "Remember, you're the one who wanted to work with high school
girls in the first place.  'Get 'em while they're young,' you said.  That's
the reason you started meeting with Micaela's high school group.  Don't tell
me you didn't intend to have sex with 'em after you got 'em smoking!"

	"Well, yeah, maybe I did," she blushed.  "But you told me you still
have some morals."

	"Morals?  Me?" he laughed.  "Well, I lied.  Come on, let's go.  I
can't wait to talk to fifteen year old Annie.  It'll take no time at all to
corrupt her.  Then, like her mom and sister, Annie will want to smoke, and
she'll also want me to fuck her.  Once we reprogram poor Annie, you and
Rosemary can get naked.  Like Micaela earlier, Annie will _want_ a beautiful
smoking woman like you to make love to her mom.  Meanwhile, I'll fuck Micaela
and then Annie, and they'll love it.  It'll be good for the girls, and fun,
too.  Don't you think?"

	Debbie laughed.  She dropped a pack of Marlboro 100's in her purse as
she stood up.  "God, you're bad, Bill.  But then, so am I.  I'm just glad we
get to be bad together!"

	He gave her a passionate kiss.  "I like you best, Debbie, but this'll
be fun.  There's just something exhilarating about corrupting not only mature
women like Rosemary, but innocent teens like Micaela and Annie, and quickly
turning them all into hopelessly addicted smokers.  But the trouble is, once
that's done, I always want to fuck all of them!"

	"Yeah, I know, Bill," she giggled..  "Young or old, it doesn't matter
to you, as long as they're pretty and love to smoke.  Let's go.  I'm tired,
but this will be too great to miss!"

	Fifteen minutes later, Bill and Debbie stood at the Moore's front
door.  They rang the bell.  Micaela answered, dressed in a tight tee shirt and
short shorts.  In her hand she held a fresh Marlboro 100.  "Hi, Bill, hi
Debbie!"  Beaming with excitement, the teenager spontaneously hugged Debbie.
"God, I'm so glad you're free!  Mom says you're gonna talk to Annie tonight,
to help her understand smoking and stuff."  She giggled mischievously.  "Then
Mom says we'll have some real fun!  I'm so excited, Bill.  I've been looking
forward to this!"

	Bill smiled at the eager teenager.  He loved her blond hair, blue eyes
and taut, pubescent body.  Funny, he mused.  Debbie's kidnapping opened up a
new world of opportunities to increase female smoking.  It'd been a productive
24 hours.  Micaela looked marvelous with that cigarette in her hand!  Soon her
pretty little sister would be just as alluring smoking a cigarette of her own.
He sighed.  "Oh yes, Micaela," he nodded, touching her cheek.  He gave the
pretty teenager an especially affectionate smile.  "We most definitely will
have fun tonight!"  And he and Debbie together walked inside with Micaela.

THE END

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