Alice is shown a new pleasure

Authors note: This story gets deep into the smoking and **** fetish and gets a bit graphic.

The date in the beginning was miss typed is should read 2167 not 2067

2. Giving In

The following morning, Alex handed her a small, metallic object. "This is a key," he said, placing it into her palm. "It's for your room. Now, you have the freedom to move around the house and the courtyard. Just remember, the wall surrounding the property is very high, so don't try to leave. It's for your own safety." If you left the grounds without me, it might kill you.

Alice looked at the key, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth that spread through her at the mention of freedom. She nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of his words. He had given her a precious gift - the ability to choose her own path within the confines of his home.

With the key in her pocket, she ventured out into the unexplored areas of the house. The grandeur of the place was like nothing she had ever seen before, with gleaming surfaces and strange, humming contraptions that seemed to perform miracles at the touch of a button. She walked through the hallways, her bare feet whispering against the cool, smooth floors, feeling like a ghost from the past haunting the corridors of the future.

The courtyard was a sanctuary of green, a slice of nature amidst the forest, way off in the distance she can see what looks like a city of glass and metal, but it is too far to get a real idea of what is there. The smells of flowers and the sound of birdsong filled her with a peace that had eluded her for so long. She sat on a bench, watching the leaves dance in the breeze, and felt a sense of home that she hadn't felt since the village she had left behind.

Her thoughts drifted to the people she had known, the life she had lived, and the choices that had brought her here. She wondered what they would think of her now, a woman of the future, living in a world where the sun could be captured in a box and the stars could be watched from the comfort of a warm bed.

Alex emerged from the house, his eyes searching for her. He saw her sitting there, a vision in the morning light, and felt a swell of pride. This was his Alice, his witch from the past, now a woman of the 22nd century. He approached her, his footsteps echoing through the quiet.

"I've made you some tea," he said, holding out a steaming cup. "It's a little different from what you're used to, but it's good for the nerves."

Alice took the cup, the warmth seeping into her hands. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "This place is... so big, so strange. But I feel safe here."

Alex sat beside her, his eyes scanning the horizon. "It's a new world, Alice," he said. "But you're not alone in it. I'm here with you, and together, we'll explore every corner of it."

You will see new places and have new experiences. You are like a baby who has just entered the world, there is so much to see and so much to do. What I am going to teach to live a hedonistic lifestyle. We will eat at fancy restaurant's we will tour the world, I will show you what has happened in 500 plus years.

Her curiosity piqued, Alice tilted her head to the side. "What is this hedonistic life you speak of?"

Alex's smile grew wider. "A hedonistic lifestyle," he began, his voice a smooth purr, "is one that seeks pleasure and self-indulgence above all else. It's about living in the moment, experiencing the finest things life has to offer."

Her eyes lit up at the thought of such freedom. "Does that include smoking?" she asked, her voice filled with hope. He took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out in a perfect ring. "It most certainly does," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You've taken to it quite naturally, haven't you?" "I do love it," she admitted, her voice thick with want. "Sometimes I feel I can't live without it." “it is funny to think about, I know they had brought back tobacco from the new world but now one in our village had any it was way to expensive.”

You need to understand something Alice. “Smoking has its cost if you keep smoking regularly” “You have to decide if you like feeling enough to do it all the time.”

He took her hand, his thumb tracing the pulse point at her wrist. "The cost is that you will always crave it," he said, his voice a gentle warning. "Your body, your mind, your soul will hunger for the rush of nicotine, the warmth of the embrace of smoke. It's a beautiful prison, Alice. But it's a prison nonetheless."

Her eyes widened as she took in his words, the realization of what he was saying dawning on her. "But the pleasure," she breathed, her voice a whisper of desire. "It's worth it."

Alex nodded solemnly. "It can be," he agreed. "But you must always be aware of the chains that bind you to it." “Health risk wise, there really are none, none that can’t be fixed with a shot or some other therapy.” “That is why smoking become popular again. "The gravity of his words weighed heavily on her, but the allure of the pleasure was too great to resist. She took a deep drag from her cigarette, feeling the smoke fill her lungs, the warmth spreading through her.

"But what if I don't want to give it up?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Then, my dear," he said, leaning in to kiss her, "you never have to. We will explore this world of pleasure together, hand in hand, cigarette in mouth." Her eyes gleaming with excitement, Alice took the plunge. "Teach me, Alex. Show me everything."

Alex lights two cigarettes and hands one to Alice. Alice we are gong to experience something different, something that will make you feel intense feelings. I am telling you this, because you will want to touch yourself and me and you will want to be touched and you may feel like you are falling in love with me. So anything you say to me, I am not gong to hold you too it. The other thing, is it makes smoking 10 times better. I think you are going to love this.

He explained that this new experience was something called "ecstasy," a pill that would open her mind and body to an entirely new dimension of pleasure. She swallowed it, the bitter taste lingering on her tongue as she took a giant drag to try anc clear out the tast. Alex hands her a glass of water. “also, i forgot, keep a bottle or a glass of water near you. You are going to get real thirsty and feel warm all over.” “So we just may have to get naked.” Alice blushes.

The world around her began to change, the colors becoming more vivid, the sounds more pronounced. She felt a warmth spread through her, a tingle that grew into a full-body embrace. Her skin felt electrified, every touch a spark that ignited a bonfire of desire within her. Alex's eyes were the only constant in the swirling kaleidoscope of sensation, his touch the only anchor she had in this new realm.

He led her to the bed, the sheets cool and soft beneath her. As the ecstasy began to take hold, she felt herself floating, the weight of her body dissipating into the air. His hands on her skin were like feathers, tickling and teasing her into a frenzy of want. The cigarette between her lips was a like a stick of pleasure. Each inhale better than the last. She couldn’t seem to take a big enough drag, it just felt so good to her lungs. Everything she touched or touched her was magic. She was rolling

Their bodies moved in a dance that defied gravity, their limbs entwined as they sought to become one. The smoke from the cigarette melded with the haze of the room, a visual representation of the union they were creating. The pleasure grew, a crescendo that seemed to have no end, and she knew she had found the ultimate escape. Her eyes met his, a silent question hanging between them. He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered, "This is just the beginning, Alice. We'll explore every high, every sensation, together." And with that, she was lost to the world, her heart and soul bound to him in a way she had never thought possible. The noose was a distant memory, replaced by the warm embrace of his arms and the sweet promise of a future filled with passion and pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

The ecstasy washed over her in waves, each more intense than the last. She had never felt anything so exquisite, so all-consuming. Yet, as the peak approached, she found herself yearning for something more, something to push her over the edge. Her body was a tightly wound spring, coiled and ready to release, but the orgasm itself was like a dull thud rather than the explosion she had hoped for. Alex watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of understanding and mischief. "Sometimes, Alice," he said, "the journey is more important than the destination." He reached for the bong, the water inside glistening with the promise of a new experience. "Would you like to enhance the climax?"

Her eyes lit up with hope, and she nodded eagerly. He loaded the bong with pot and handed it to her. The smoke was cool and smooth as it filled her lungs, the ecstasy amplifying the sensation. She took a hit and it was so easy to inhale the X just made it feel good. And she took another one, and another one, she started to take another and Alex said. "Alice, I want you here for the experience, that should do it.” Alice is quite high and on X and she looks at him with loving eyes and says. “I love you.” And then she starts laughing, “future man” And she continues her laughing. He grabs her smiling and “kisses her deeply”. She melts in his hands the humor gone.

He enters her again and starts moving slowly, she is moaning. She is in love with the feeling more than she is with Alex, and he knows it. But he also knows, he can change that. He takes his time, slowly, fast, hard, easy, he spends 20 min getting her close and then stopping her from coming. She starts to beg him. And he finally lets her have it.

As the pot mixed with the ecstasy, she felt her body begin to respond in a way it never had before. The orgasm grew closer, the sensations more intense. Alex hands her the bong and tells her to take another hit and hold the smoke as long as she can. She does and hands the bong back to Alex and closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of his hands on her body.

The climax hit her like a freight train, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. She cried out, her body arching off the bed, her nails digging into the sheets. The smoke from the bong like a firehose shooting out smoke that hung in the air, a testament to the power of their shared ecstasy. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion, a testament to the depth of their connection. When the world finally stopped spinning, she collapsed against him, her breathing ragged. "That was... incredible," she gasped, her voice thick with emotion. Alex chuckled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "You see, my dear," he said, "this is what I meant when I spoke of living a hedonistic life. We explore, we experiment, we find what brings us the most pleasure. "Alice nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I never knew it could be like this," she murmured. "I never knew I could feel so... alive."

Well considering you are over 600 years old. How could you. She looks at him and realizes the joke and starts to laugh of course the pot makes her laugh more, causing him to laugh at her and she laughs at him. They are on a pot x high and having fun.

4. New Heights Reached

The days passed by in a blur of laughter and learning. Alice found solace in the gentle embrace of marijuana, exploring the vast mansion that was now her home. The modern conveniences fascinated her - the magic of lights that flickered on with a simple touch, the cold box that kept food fresh without ice, and the speaking box that played music from the heavens. Yet, her thoughts often drifted back to the weekend and the promise of a new high that was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Alex had told her that crack cocaine was like a hammer, and she was both intrigued and apprehensive. The anticipation grew with each passing hour, a thrill that mixed with the lingering ache between her legs. She found herself touching herself, remembering the intensity of their previous encounters, and the thought of something even more potent was intoxicating.

On the final day of the week, she approached Alex with a spark in her eyes, the excitement palpable. "What will this weekend bring?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of the seductive purr she had discovered within herself. Alex's smile grew mischievous as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bag filled with white crystals. "This, my love, is the gateway to a new world," he said, holding the bag up to the light so that the crystals gleamed like stars. "We'll use this with the bong, and it will take us to heights that neither pot nor X ever could."

The attachment for the bong was a strange contraption, a glass pipe that curled and twisted in a way that seemed almost organic. Alice watched as Alex demonstrated how to pack the pipe with the crystals, the flame from the lighter making them sizzle and crackle as they transformed into a thick white smoke. The anticipation was a living thing, coiled in her stomach like a serpent waiting to strike.

When the moment of truth arrived, she took a deep breath and leaned over the pipe, her heart racing. She inhaled deeply, feeling the smoke fill her lungs and expand within her. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of her own breathing, the taste of the smoke on her tongue. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit her. Her body convulsed, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head as Alex held her tightly, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. The world around her shattered into a million pieces, and she was floating among the stars. The high was immediate, a rush of euphoria that seemed to fill every cell with energy and light.

Their bodies moved in a frenzied dance, the crack cocaine fueling their passion. Alice felt like she was made of pure sensation, every touch a symphony of pleasure. The cigarette between her lips was a reminder of the fire that burned within her, a constant companion to the smoke that filled the room.

As the high began to wane, she looked into Alex's eyes, the love and lust swirling together in a heady mix. "More," she whispered, her voice a hoarse plea. "I need more. "Alex's smile grew predatory, and he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You can have more," he murmured, "but you have to do what I tell you." He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a sleek, silver vibrator. It was unlike anything Alice had ever seen, a tool of pleasure that hummed with the promise of untold sensations.

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't protest as he gently slid it inside her, the coolness of the metal a stark contrast to the heat of her body. She lit a cigarette with trembling hands, taking a deep drag as he turned the vibrator on. The sensation was overwhelming, a pulsing wave of pleasure that made her arch her back and moan.

Alex knelt between her thighs, the vibrator still buzzing inside her. "Now, when you start to come," he instructed, his voice a velvety command, "you take a hit of the crack, as deep and as long as you can while you're coming. "Alice nodded, the anticipation making her heart race. She took a deep breath, feeling the cigarette smoke mingle with the crack in her lungs, creating a symphony of sensation that built and built.

The moment she felt the orgasm begin to crest, Alex took the pipe to her lips, the flame dancing in the darkness. She took a hit, the smoke mixing with the intense pleasure that was building inside her. She held it in, her eyes watering with the effort, as he began to suck on her clit, his mouth sending bolts of pleasure shooting through her body. The cigarette fell from her hand, forgotten, as the climax hit her like a tidal wave. She screamed “aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhh ooohhh mmmy godddddd!, the smoke rushing from her lungs in a plume that filled the room. Her body bucked and trembled as the crack and the vibrations worked in tandem, pushing her to a new height of ecstasy.

She reaches over and brings the bong back to her mouth and sucks with everything she has. She is spasming as she inhales the smoke, her orgasm still rolling, she sucks for more than 30 seconds arching her back brining the smoke as deep as she can.

The second orgasm, or maybe it was the continuation of the first she had no idea she just didn't think this kind of pleasure is possible. She holds the smoke for over a min, self-suffocating herself. The orgasm won't stop. finally it subsides and she exhales the smoke. Alex is there immediately as she starts to take a hard fast deep breath. He puts the bong to her mouth, and she inhales only crack smoke. Her mid explodes as she falls back on bed and the smoke leaves her.

When it was over, she collapsed against the bed, her breathing ragged. Alex took the cigarette from the ashtray and placed it between her lips, his thumb brushing against her swollen bottom lip. "Inhale," he urged, his voice a gentle command. "Let the smoke fill you up."

Her eyes still glazed with pleasure, Alice took a deep drag, the nicotine mixing with the aftertaste of crack on her tongue. The world around her was a swirl of color and sound, a kaleidoscope of sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She exhales immediately; she can't hold the smoke. she starts coughing. she reaches for some water. Alex's gentle touch was a lifeline in the storm, grounding her as he leaned in for a kiss that was as soft as a feather, his lips caressing hers with a tenderness that seemed to contradict the ferocity of their earlier passion. Yet, she felt it, the hunger in him, the need to possess her fully.

As he broke away, she watched, dizzy with desire, as he packed the bong with fresh pot. "Take a hit," he instructed, his voice a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves. "This will help you come down." She nodded, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. He lit the pot, and she inhaled deeply, the smoke a cool embrace that seemed to wash over her, calming the chaos within.

Her hand shaking, she offered the cigarette to him, and he took a drag, his eyes never leaving hers. The intimacy of the moment was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic passion of their earlier encounter. He passed the cigarette back, his thumb lingering on her hand, sending a shiver up her arm.

The pot took the edge off the crack, but the desire for more remained, a gnawing hunger that grew with every passing second. She could feel her body begging for another taste of that incredible high, the need a living entity that demanded to be fed.

As if reading her mind, Alex leaned down, his eyes filled with a knowing smile. "You want more?" he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. She nodded, unable to find the words to voice her need. "Very well," he said, his voice a dark promise. "But first, let's see how much you can handle."

He kissed her again, the softness of his lips a stark contrast to the firmness of his grip as he pushed her down onto the bed. The bong remained in her hand, the smoke coiling around them like a living thing. She took another hit, the pot mingling with the lingering crack, creating a heady mix that sent her senses reeling. He began to kiss her neck, his teeth scraping lightly against her skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her. She could feel his arousal against her thigh, a hard pressure that made her ache for more. The cigarette dangled from her fingers, forgotten in the face of the new sensations that were building within her.

As he entered her, she gasped, her body tightening around him. The pot had made her sensitive, every touch a new sensation to be explored and savored. Yet, the memory of the crack was a siren's call, beckoning her to the edge of oblivion.

With each stroke, she could feel herself slipping away, the desire for more crack becoming a chant in her mind. "More," she whispered, her voice a **** plea. "I need more." He pulled away, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and power. "You want more?" he asked, his voice a low growl. She nodded, the need an all-consuming fire in her veins. He reached for the bag of white crystals, a glint in his eyes. "Then you shall have it," he said, and the room spun as he offered her another taste of the forbidden fruit.

Her heart racing, she took the pipe, the smoke filling her lungs with a sweet, sharp burn that seemed to cut through the fog of pot. The crack hit her like a bolt of lightning, the pleasure so intense she couldn't help but scream. Her body convulsed as he began to fuck her with a ferocity that matched the storm within her. The combination of pot and crack was a tornado, spinning her into a maelstrom of ecstasy that seemed to have no end. She felt herself rising, reaching for something just out of reach, a high so intense it was almost unbearable. She smokes with a ferocity yet a sensualness that drives him crazy. She has learned how to control him a little, she realizes.

The cigarette had burned down to the filter But as she took another hit from the bong, the world grew still, the chaos within her stilled by the potent mix of pot and crack. She looked into Alex's eyes, a silent question hanging between them. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek, and whispered, "I'll never let you go."

With a firm grip, he turned her over, and she found herself on all fours, her ass in the air. The coolness of the marble floor sent shivers down her spine, the contrast to the heat that was building within her. He slammed into her from behind, and she gasped, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He handed her the bong, his voice a command, "Smoke, baby. Keep smoking." Alice's eyes locked onto the mirror, watching as her body moved in time with his, the smoke from the crack swirling around them like a mist. She took a deep drag, the smoke billowing from her lungs as she exhaled. She lit another cigarette, her hand shaking with the effort, and took a long, slow drag, the ember glowing like a beacon in the darkness. Her movements grew more exaggerated, the smoke curling around her body as she arched her back, the pressure building with each thrust. She knew he was holding back, teasing her, drawing out the pleasure until she was begging for release. Yet, she couldn't help but play along, her eyes never leaving the mirror, watching the erotic dance they performed together.

Her moans grew louder, the smoke from the cigarette mixing with the smoke from the crack pipe. She could feel him getting closer, his breath hot on her neck. "Please," she begged, the word barely a whisper. "Please let me come." He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Not yet," he said, his grip on her hips tightening. "First, show me how much you want it."

Her hand slipped between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, her movements frantic. She rubbed herself, her eyes never leaving the mirror, watching as the pleasure built, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to consume her. The cigarette dangled from her mouth, the smoke coiling around her as she took hit after hit from the bong, holding the smoke deep within her lungs, her eyes watering with the effort. Alex reaches around, his hand finds the cigarette, pressing down on the cigarette to make her inhale deeper, the smoke mixing with the crack in her lungs. She felt the pressure building, the orgasm so close she could almost taste it. And yet, he remained in control, his strokes measured and precise, keeping her on the edge.

The room was a whirlwind of smoke and passion, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself. The crack whispered sweet nothings in her ear, promising a high that would never end. She knew she was his, that she would do anything to feel this way again. The cigarette fell to the floor, forgotten in the haze of desire.

He reached for the bong, placing it in front of her. "Take a hit," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Take it all in." She complied, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. The smoke filled her lungs, the pressure in her core building with every inhale. He began to fuck her harder, faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. Her hand moved in time with his strokes, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. And yet, she craved more, her body begging for the release that hovered just out of reach. She took another hit, the smoke billowing from her nose and mouth, a plume of pure white that seemed to hang in the air like a living, breathing thing.

"Look at yourself," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Look at how beautiful you are, how much you want this." And she did, watching her own reflection as she approached the brink of ecstasy. The room spun around her, the smoke and the passion a blur that threatened to consume her.

Finally, with a roar of triumph, he allowed her to come, the orgasm ripping through her like a tornado, shattering the last remnants of her control, she screams or maybe it is a howl or maybe a better description is a volcano erupting. She sees herself in the mirror. He sees her, He is pumping her hard she is coming. Her eyes are wide in absolute shock, her mouth is open the smoke is coming out, not fast, not slow but like a volcano. She is shaking and all the sudden she hitches and sucks the smoke back in. She screams out, mooooooore, he knows what she is asking for, he pushes the bong to her face and she takes another monstrous hit, it sends the orgasm into orbit, hell it sends her into orbit, she holds the smoke, tremors are happening all over her body as she slowly falls forward on her arms not able to hold herself up. She sees the smoke escaping her mouth only making the orgasm go on longer. She screams again. And he explodes in her. She collapsed on the floor, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure and the high of the crack. She can't stop shaking, it like she is having a seizer. But it feels so good, the smoke from the bong still lingering in the air like a ghost of the passion that had just been shared. she whispers very quietly, "cigarette. Alex pulled out, the sound of their bodies separating echoing through the room. He took the cigarette from the ashtray, placing it between her trembling lips. She takes a deep drag and coughs it out. She tries again and is more successful.

He holds her as she shakes. She tells him, she can't stop shaking and the aftermaths of the orgasm, keep shocking her.

He hands her a pre rolled joint and tells her to smoke it, it will help calm her down.

The smoke the joint in silence as he holds her shaking body. She looks at him and says that "that was, that was, I can't describe it. It is like I was torn down and remade. It was amazing but I am not feeling so good right now. He tells her, "Remember what I said, to achieve our highest pleasure there is always some pain that goes with it. Crack is very strong and takes control of your body. She says, "I know, and I love it." I want to do it again. He tells her, "They will but not for a while. He sees the disappointment in her eyes. He tells her, "Believe it or not there are more things you are going to get to experience, and they may be even more intense than what you just felt. She, frankly, doesn't believe it is possible.