Mommy Said So, Part 2

        It's been a long time coming, but here it is, the second part.  At 
least part 0f it.  It's not quite what I wanted it to be - well, hell, the 
only reason it's taken so long is that I've had a serious case of writer's 
block.  I was this far when I mailed the first part.  This is all there is, 
I'm afraid.  I keep getting mail from those of you who are chomping at the 
bit to see more, so I thought I'd at least post this much.  Don't give up on 
me - keep checking back for more.  There are no promises as to when I'll be 
able to post it, though.  I hope this can tide you over 'till then.


Mommy Said So, part 2


   Every day, it continued.  Once a day Nicole would tie a screaming Shannon 
to the chair, and masturbate while watching Kara share a cigarette with her. 
   Happily, she noticed that Shannon's inhales became easier as the days 
passed, and more smoke seemed to be coming out of her mouth as she exhaled.  
The young girl stopped fighting quickly, and within a week begged her mother 
not to be tie her up.  She was becoming used to the cigarettes, and that 
made her mother very happy.
   Nicole agreed not to tie her, but only if she would smoke two cigarettes a 
day, and let her watch while she did.  Hearing this, Kara rolled her eyes 
with humor as she drew deeply on her cigarette, but didn't say anything.  
Shannon agreed, with only minimal whining and crying.  Nicole noted this and 
smiled; she was sure her daughter was enjoying it now.
   Perhaps she was, but Shannon was too scared to notice.  She had been 
frightened half to death that first time.  Why did her Mommy do that?  She 
didn't mind it when Mommy masturbated; her and Kara did that all the time.   
Why had she made her smoke, though?  It tasted so gross at first.  It wasn't 
so bad anymore, but she was still mad at her mommy for making her do it in 
the first place.  She was really scared of what the TV said would happen to 
her lungs.  Were they already all gross and black?  How long would it be 
before she started dying?  Her young mind just didn't understand.
   The next morning, as Shannon sat watching television, Nicole called her 
into the kitchen.  Kara and Nicole sat around the kitchen table, smoking 
freshly lit cigarettes.  Kara was masturbating, and seemed oblivious to 
everything around her.
   "It's time for your cigarette, Shannon," said Nicole.  Kara pinched at her 
still-forming young breasts; she took a double pump, then exhaled from her 
nose without removing the cigarette from her lips.
   "Aw, Mommy, already?"  whined little Shannon.  "Do I have to?"
   Nicole looked her daughter in the eye.  "We made a deal, Shannon."
   Shannon hung her head, then reached for the cigarette Nicole had left in 
the ashtray.  Kara moaned.  "Are we sharing this one, Mommy?" Shannon asked.
   "Sharing?  We're not sharing.  You have to smoke your own cigarettes now, 
Hon."  Nicole held her pack out to Shannon, giving it a slight shake so that 
a few protruded.
   Shannon had never smoked a whole cigarette by herself before.  She didn't 
know if she could do it all by herself.  She wanted to throw a tantrum, but 
she knew her Mommy would just tie her up again.  Kara continued to grope at 
her own chest, her right hand cupping a breast and pinching her nipple while 
her left flicked at the other nipple in random intervals.  She was taking 
long, deep inhales that were rapidly shrinking her cigarette.  "Okay, 
Mommy," Shannon meekly replied, resigned. She reached out, and took the 
proffered cigarette.
   Shannon slowly placed the cigarette between her young little lips, just 
like she had seen her mom and sister do thousands of times.  She was so 
afraid she was trembling.  Kara had always lit the cigarettes, because 
Shannon's hands were tied down.  She had never even held one before.    It 
felt… strange.
   Nicole smiled, inhaling.  "That's my little girl!"  she said, speaking 
through her exhale, "Here, let me light it for you." Kara grumbled 
obscenities in the background, not wanting to stop playing with herself, but 
realizing that her cigarette was down to the filter.  She unwillingly 
removed a hand from her breasts, pulling another cigarette from her pack, 
and lit it from the butt, not wanting to waste time with lighters.
   Shannon stood still, to afraid to move.  She watched with dread as the 
flame came towards her face; her mother brushed aside a loose blonde curl, 
smiling affectionately at her cute little smoker.  "Come on, honey.  You'll 
like it.  I promise."
Eyes downcast, cigarette bobbing as she spoke, Shannon whined quietly, "But 
I don't wanna smoke."
   "DAMN IT, SHANNON, JUST DO IT!" Nicole thundered, her patients thin.  Kara 
looked up, startled, stopping mid-inhale to figure out what was going on.  
"Now suck!" Nicole yelled, holding the flame to the cigarette.
   Tears beginning to stream down her face, the frightened six-year-old pulled 
at the cigarette as hard as she dared, not wanting to anger her mother any 
more than she had.  She held the poisonous smoke in her tiny, trembling body 
as long as she could, tiny little puffs escaping as she shook, then exhaled 
the remainder in one forceful huff.
   Nicole watched eagerly, taking another greedy pull at her own cigarette.  
She was smiling broadly.  "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"  Shannon just 
stood there now, the cigarette awkwardly protruding from her hand.  "Why 
don't you do it again?"

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