How Many Tires Does it Take

They arrived at the club, its midnight, a pulsing neon beacon in the heart of the city. The bass vibrated through the soles of their shoes, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Alice felt a thrill of excitement run through her, her body already humming with the residual effects of the crack. She took a deep breath, feeling the buzz of anticipation meld with the warm embrace of the marijuana.

They go to the door there is a long line, but Alex walks up to the door man and he sees him and immediately moves the barrier and lets them in. He says, “nice to see you Mr. Black.” He nods. Another man comes up to him and says, "It is nice to see you Alex, it has been a while. We have your table ready, please follow me." "Thanks Howie, it's good to be back. This is my faience, Alice”; Howie takes her and kisses it and says "You have made this country more beautiful just by being her." He bows and steps away. She blushes, Alex says, "Somethings never change" "thanks Howie."

Inside, the lights were low, and the people were dressed to impress. She felt a little self-conscious in the dress Alex had chosen for her, but the vapor from the vapor pen in her hand made her feel more at ease. She took a deep hit, watching the clouds of vapor billow from her mouth. It was a strange sensation, not quite the same as smoking, but it had its own allure.

At the table in a corner, and he handed her the baggie of cocaine with a wink. "Just a little," he said, "to keep the edge off."

She says, “What do I do.” He says, “scoop some out in your fingernail and bring it up to your nose and take a hard sniff. Do it with both nostrils. \“ “As soon as you do, take a drink of your drink and drag off you’re vape. It will help with the taste.” “Your throat is going to get numb, but it is like crack, not as big a bang.” “It lasts a little longer than crack but not much. “ “You should have no issues with this considering what you are use too....But the taste is horrid...”

She took a pinch of the white powder and inhaled sharply, feeling the burn in her nose and the rush in her veins. She hits the other nostril. The world around her grew brighter, more alive. She took another hit and leaned back in the chair, watching the dance floor with newfound interest. The bodies moved in a sensual ballet, each person a study in pleasure. She forgets to take a drink, and the coke slides down her throat. she makes a face of total disgust and dives for her drink and drinks it down. She grabs the vape pen and takes a big inhale. As she releases the vape, she says, "Oh god that was horrible, I can still taste it.”: He gives her is drink. That helps take some of the taste away. She hits the vape pen a few times to also help. She then starts to really feel it. She says, "I want to dance, but I don't know how to dance like that," pointing to the dance floor. He says,” take 6 deep hits of the THC pen, hold the hits 30 seconds each.” She does this, and has no problem holding the vape, one, its vape not smoke. two, the coke has numbed her throat, 3 the coke high makes it easier to hold her breath, why she has no idea. She releases the 6 th hit. She sorts of chokes on it and sputters out her mouth and nose which causes her to laugh. She is running on the coke and high on the THC she is having fun. She looks at him and says, “Why 6 hits and hold them for 30 seconds.” He looks at her and says, “I figured body weight, what your current metabolism rate is and how high I wanted to get you subtracted that information from the amount calories you took in today and that is where I came up with the number.” He looks at her with her mouth open in shock. “You figured all that out in your head.”. He looks at her and says. “As far as you know.” She looks confused. He starts laughing. “I just picked a number.” She looks at him. “You are such and ass.” She laughs.

He tells her, "Give me that pen and let me take a few hits and let's go dance.” “Just move on the dance floor it isn't hard." They go to the dance floor, and she is giddy and embarrassed, but she is feeling alive, and she starts to move to the music, and it isn't bad, she has rhythm she can grove a little. They dance and then the music changes and it is a slow song. He grabs her and pulls her close, her head resting on his chest. Him being 6' 3" and her being 5' 5' it is easy for her. They start to kiss and make out on the floor. As the song ends, they head back to the to the table. She notices that everyone is looking at them. As they get to the table, she says, why is everyone looking at us. He says "It isn't us; it is you. You are gorgeous". What he doesn't tell her is that he is known here as he owns the club. He has never brought a woman in with him before; he has always come in by himself. Sometimes not leaving by himself but never has he brought someone here. He looks at her and says. "They all want to know who you are."

As the night progressed, she grew more comfortable, her inhibitions slipping away with every beat, every snort and every inhale of vape and THC. He knew that she was his, but had she chosen this life of excess and passion with him or had it been **** on her. And as they moved together, lost in the sea of bodies, he pushes the thought out of his mind, he knows at least, that there was nowhere else he'd rather be.

They stumbled out of the club at 3 am, .

Alice was still riding the high, her eyes wide with wonder. Alex wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her as they made their way to the car. The world was a blur of color and sound, but she didn't care. She had never felt so alive, so free. There driver Sam, opens the door for them and welcomes them on board. She laughs and say, "Sam, do you ever sleep." He laughs and say "Miss Alice, probably too much." She giggles as he shuts the door.

Back at the house, she collapsed onto the bed, her body spent. He kissed her forehead, whispering sweet nothings as she drifted off to sleep. As he watched her, his heart swelled with love. She was his witch, his muse, his everything. And he would protect her, cherish her, and introduce her to every pleasure that the future had to offer.

They fall asleep on the bed. She wakes up at 1030 am and he is gone. She smells food. She is hungry and a bit hung over. She looks at the bong and says to herself what the hell. She packs the bong with some pot and takes two bong hits. The pot makes the hangover go away. She heads out for breakfast by the pool. as she lights a cigarette. He sees here and says "It is about time you got up; this is the last day of your weekend." He looks at her and smells the air, and he says, “Wake and Bake.” She says “What?” He says you woke up and took a bong hit.” “Getting high is sometimes called getting baked” “So wake and bake.” She laughs,” I like that, wake and bake.” She looks at him and takes deep drag, "This is just a warmup for next weekend. Looser." He smiles and shakes his head. Sit and eat. She takes a drag of her cigarette and puts it out, exhaling into the light breeze. The eat and talk.

She says, "Alex can I ask you something." He says, "Anything". “The other day you picked me up with one hand like i was a pride of paper." He looks at her and says, “I am sorry did i hurt you.", She says " no that isn't it, my family were farmers, and my brother and father were big men very strong. You are a big man, and you are very muscular, but your strength seems to be more than it should be, does that make sense." He laughs, “I understand the question. The answer is yes; I am stronger than most men of my size and even most men bigger than me.” “It is part of what happened to me, I don't know why. I am also faster and much quicker than normal men." "Trust me it has its advantages". She says, "I know, I remember how fast you moved when they were hanging me.". “That brings me to another question, you shot light that killed the men that were hanging me. He says that was what we call a stun ray. I didn't kill them though I would have liked too and I did once before. The first time they you hung, and I couldn't save you." She looks at him and shakes her head. "I don't understand any of this." “How could I have died one time but not the other time." “It is like there were two of me, one died, and one didn't. But I only remember me." “Yet you say you were there, and I remember seeing you as they took me out of the jail.” “So, I know you were there, but you were there on the gallows as well.” “This is so confusing. months ago, I would have sworn you were a witch and probably killed myself trying to get away." He looks at her, with longing in his eyes and a knowledge that she is right.” He says, “Time is a very complicated subject, some say that time is like a river it flows and as it flows things happen, decisions are made. Those decisions cause the river to flow a certain direction.” “The idea in time travel is that if I go somewhere and i make someone turn left instead of right, like he did in my past.” “My future could be totally different.” “What happens is the river branches off into two different realities and each has its own timeline.” “They move through the same time, but things are different in each and the further the time goes the more different each timeline is.” “So, in other works there are duplicates of everything as soon as it branches but then results change based off of the different choices that may happen in each branch. So, in one time like Alice, you are dead, in this timeline you are not.” He thinks knowingly to himself. Let's say in another branch maybe you chose to run from me and maybe you escaped. I honestly don't know, it is all theory.” “What i did is built a way to make new branches in a river of time.” “But I also know the consequences. If I do something wrong in the past, I may kill myself off by accident.” “That is why I have shut the system down. I have you, I need nothing else from the past.” He kisses her.

She contemplates, "Can you make me like you Alex?". He says, “Yes I believe I can.” She says, “When?” He says “I am not sure it is more than a year out; I am pretty sure on everything; I have to do more testing. But truthfully i am not rushing it.” She looks at him, sort of hurt. "Why".

He says “Alice you are 18 years old.” She says, No I am 19, my birthday was 3 weeks ago.” He looks at her in astonishment and says, "Why did you not tell me.” She says, "It's just a day to know I am older." He says, "hat isn't the way we do it here". "We celebrate those occasions.” “We will talk about that later." :"back to your questions." “I am permanently 28/29 years old.” “I would like you to be a little older, closer to my permanent age. Say 22/23." “I also want you to have a few years with me as you are." " Living for ever is lonely" “You must understand it is still possible for me to die. It is just very difficult to kill me." “It will be the same for you if we do this."

“If something happens to me, you may end up like I me before you met me." Finding love and friendship and losing them constantly to ****.” “The only thing around you that doesn't change is you. It may seem like a blessing. But it is its own hell knowing that everyone and everything you love will die and you won't.” “It is a decision that you must seriously think about. And it will take me a year or so to have the formula perfect and tested." She looks at him and starts to realize how lonely he must have been over hundreds of years. she starts to cry for him. He holds her and says, "I have you now, you are mine forever." she looks at him and says, "I have you now and, you are mine forever."

She then looks at him and says. "So, what you are saying is I am too young for you?” “What you are 900 years old and i am only 500.” He says, “I guess 400 years is robbing the cradle.” They both laugh.

"So, lets discuss your birthday. We need to celebrate." She says, "We have been". He smiles. He says "but i didn't get you a birthday present." She looks at him with a dumfounded look. "Alex, you have given me everything, including my life." She takes his hand. "I have more of a life now than I ever did." He looks at her, and smiles, "Do you feel like you have purpose?"

She looks at him and says, "My purpose in life is you and your happiness." "As you have made my life so happy and wonderful.

He says “Alice I don’t want that to be your purpose in life.” “Yes I do want you to make me happy but I am sure over the next few years you will find hobbies and things that you may want to do.” She looks at him and says, “Like what?” He says, “Maybe you start a business, you know about herbs and things like that.” She thinks, “Well maybe some time later but not now.”

She looks at him and says, "I have rested, and it is now for you to continue your duty of making me come". the week is approaching, and I only have a few hours left until next weekend." He looks at her and says. "About next weekend, we are going to have to move it out a week." She says, "But why?". He says "too much indulgent this weekend and I think I know what you have planned for next, and I know we need more than a week to recover before you **** me.” She looks down sad, he lifts her head by the chin to meet his eyes. She sees the love and says, "You are right, with what I have planned for you, we may need even another week, I can wait. Besides the more time I have the more i can build the plane in my head." she winks. He kisses her, and says, "I have created a monster." "A beautiful monster., My monster." She says get upstairs and get everything ready. We are going to do it again, Hit the crack first then the heroin as we get ready to come." He looks at her, "we?". She says "yes, I want you to feel what i feel.". He smiles and heads up stairs.

The room was filled with a warm, lazy haze, a stark contrast to the cold, hard reality of the past she had left behind. She took the cigarette from his hand, her eyes gleaming with mischief. The crack was laid out on the nightstand, a seductive promise of the euphoria to come. As she took the cigarette between her lips and inhaled, the tip glowed red, casting shadows across her face that danced in the dim light.

The smoke curled around them as she began to pleasure him with her mouth, the cigarette a prop in a performance that grew increasingly passionate. Her movements grew more urgent, her breathing more ragged, as she worked to make him crave release. His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her, urging her on, the smoke mingling with the scent of his desire.

When she could no longer wait, she straddled him, the cigarette still smoldering in her hand. She took one final drag, letting the smoke fill her lungs before exhaling it into his mouth. He coughed, his eyes watering, but the raw, animalistic passion in her gaze didn't waver. "Take a hit," she instructed, her voice low and seductive.

With trembling hands, he took the pipe filled with crack and placed it to his lips. He took a deep hit, holding it as she began to move her hips, riding him in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had them both teetering on the edge. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, the cigarette still clenched between her fingers, the ember burning dangerously close to her skin.

The crack hit him like a punch to the gut, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He gripped her hips, holding on for dear life as she took charge, her eyes never leaving his. "Hold it," she whispered, her voice a siren's call in the quiet room. "As long as you can."

She takes a hit and holds it with him as she starts to move faster and faster.

The high grew stronger, the room spinning as they moved in sync, their bodies speaking a language that transcended time. She leaned back, her hair cascading down her back, The sight was too much for him, and with a roar, he released his breath, the smoke mingling with the thick scent of sex and desire. She pushes the crack pipe back in his mouth before he can breathe fresh air. She takes a hit of her cigarette and pulls the pipe from his mouth and forces the cigarette smoke into his lungs with the crack smoke. He starts to buck on her. His eyes wide, she says, "Hold it, hold it for me" She then takes a deep drag on the cigarette and brings the pipe to her mouth and inhales the crack and cigarette smoke together. They are both flying, their hearts pumping as they challenge each other. Who can hold the smoke the longest and come the hardest.

The crack cocaine mixed with the nicotine is amplifying the sensation until it felt like his entire being was made of pure, unbridled pleasure. He releases his smoke, she smiles and releases hers and she hands him the hookah tube, and he takes a big hit of heroin. she rides him harder and herself takes a big hit at the same time with the other hose. They watch each other as they see who can inhale the most.

They both go wide eye as their orgasms simultaneously crash together. The feeling is exquisite she rides him while he holds her boobs. They both exhale large clouds of smoke. Pumping faster and faster as the orgasm continues to roll on. He is in shock, understanding what kind of pleasures she has been having. He grabs her and brings her down and kisses her deeply as the continue. Finally, she lets go and falls on him, spent. He also spent. They lay there, here on top of him. She is so high right now she doesn't want to move. He is in the same position.

She finally rolls off of him and says. "I could use a cigarette". As she coughs. He coughs too and says, "Sounds like i could use one also." He lights them both and hands her one. As they both lay on their backs, glassy eyed and spaced out, smoking their cigarettes. She looks at him and says. "It is 525 pm" and sighs and says, "the weekend is over, boo".

He looks at her and says. “Now it it time to recover. You realize we are, especially you are, going to feel like shit.” “Later tonight when you start coming down. I am going to give you a shot that will make you feel much better by the morning." She looks at him and says, "Don't lie and tell me it won't hurt." He just smiles and says. "Pain with the pleasure and trust me you want this pain, so you don't feel it tomorrow."

Alex had told her that he was a creature of science, not of gods, but the way he moved, the power he wielded, it was hard not to see him as something divine. And yet, here he was, wrapped in her arms, as human and as flawed as she was.

That night, as the high slowly dissipated and the room grew quiet, he held her close, his breathing steady and deep. The warmth of his body was a stark contrast to the cold, empty nights she had spent in the village. He had offered her a new life, filled with experiences she had never dreamed of. And she had taken it, greedily, hungrily, because the alternative was a noose around her neck and the final snap of a wooden floor beneath her feet.

He tells her sit down so he can give her the shot.

"It's a little something to take the edge off," he assured her with a gentle smile. "The come down can be harsh." He had seen her through the worst of the withdrawal before, but this was something different. This was the aftermath of a weekend of excess. She nodded, trusting him, and took the shot in her arm.

The next day she felt fairly good. Her chest hurt from all the smoking, and she had a little cough. Head was a little swimmy but other than that she was pretty good.

The gym was a welcome escape, a place to push her body to its limits, to sweat and to scream, to feel something other than the gnawing need for the next high. She worked hard, her muscles protesting with every lift and every push, but it was a good pain, a reminder that she was alive.

It was funny, she was starting to get used to the cravings of the meth, X, heroin and even the crack, which was her favorite. Her body was starting to adapt to the routine of fucking herself up over weekend and healing for 1 or 2 weeks with no ****. The first two days were the worst. But it was also when Alex was at his best. He knew when she had a hard craving, and he knew what to give her to help. Whether it was pot a cigarette a glass of wine a beer, a shot or just him. He distracted her and he was good at it.

When the weekend rolled around again, they ventured out into the city. Alex had told her of one of his favorite plays, The Phantom of the Opera, the stories told by actors dressed in elaborate costumes. She was fascinated by the outfits they were not like her past but similar.

As the lights dimmed and the curtain rose, she reached for Alex's hand, feeling a newfound sense of belonging. They watched, entranced by the story unfolding before them, and during the intermission, she slipped out to the alley for a cigarette, the taste of the smoke on her tongue a reminder of the power she had claimed as her own.

When the play ended, they stumbled out into the cool night air, her eyes wide with wonder. He took her to a quiet rooftop, away from the prying eyes of the world, and offered her another hit of pot. She took it greedily, feeling the warmth spread through her body. "Do we have to wait another week Alex, I want to take you:" He says, you can take me any time, but we can't do any hard stuff for another week. You agreed." She nods and says, “I just have a craving.” He says to her. “ If you want. I can take you home, get you really high you can smoke, and I can **** you to hold the smoke and fuck you like there is no tomorrow. That is as intense as we can go."

She says, "that sounds perfect.".

He nodded, his eyes dark with hunger. "But we'll make it count, won't we?” She smiles.

Once home, they retreated to the bedroom, the sacred space of their weekend rituals. The anticipation grew as Alex pulled out the bong and two dice. "Let's make it interesting," he said, his voice low and smoky with desire. "You roll for me; I'll roll for you. The number of hits we get will be the number we take."

Alice took the dice, feeling the weight of them in her hand. She rolled, the plastic tumbling across the bedspread before coming to a stop. A one and a five stared back at her. "Looks like I'm in for six hits," she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Alex's grin was wolfish as he picked up the dice. "Let's make it fair," he suggested, rolling them. They clattered across the fabric, landing on a six and a four. "Ten for me," he announced, "but we can combine them. Eight for you, eight for me. Deal?"

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Deal," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

They took their places, Alice leaning against the headboard, her breasts heaving with anticipation. Alex packed the bong with pot and lit it, the room filling with the sweet, earthy scent of marijuana. He took the scarf, t and wrapped it around her neck.

He took his hits first, his body tensing with each inhale, the veins in his arms standing out as he held the smoke deep within him. While he slowly stats to fuck her from behind. She reaches out and he says, :"No, i am going to do my 8 and you are going to do your 8 afterwards as a i **** you to hold the smoke.”

She looks at him and says, "it sounds breath taking." and laughs.

He hits his 8th hit and he is high and really starting to fuck her. She looks back at him and says, "Ease up big boy, i can't smoke this if i am being jarred all over the place." He giggles and slows down to a smooth easy rhythm.

She takes the bong, her hands steady. The first hit was smooth, the smoke filling her lungs and spreading warmth through her body. She held it in, her eyes watering, as Alex began to rock his hips against her, his erection pressing into her from behind.

With each hit, the pressure grew, the scarf biting into her skin. She could feel his grip tightening, the power exchange a heady aphrodisiac. She took another hit, the potent smoke mixing with the coppery scent of arousal. He was relentless, his hand guiding the bong to her mouth, forcing her to take hit after hit as he fucked her harder, the scarf a silent reminder of her submission to him.

Her body was on fire, the combination of strangulation and pot making her lightheaded. She felt the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She could feel herself slipping away, the room spinning, the colors becoming more vivid, the sounds more intense. The ith hit was a blur of smoke and sensation. Her body convulsed as the orgasm hit her, the scarf tightening until she couldn't breathe, until she thought she would pass out. But Alex was there, his hand loosening the fabric, letting her breathe just enough to keep her conscious. She came down from the orgasm, her body limp and trembling in his arms.

As the haze cleared, she looked up at him, her eyes shining with love and lust. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "For giving me this life. For showing me how good it can be."

He leaned down, his lips brushing hers. "You're welcome, my love. But remember, every choice has a price. And the price of this pleasure is that you are mine, forever." Their eyes met, a silent promise passing between them. And as they lay there, the scarf still in place, she knew that she had made the right choice. This was her life now, a dance of power and passion, with Alex as her guide and her master. And she was ready to follow him into whatever depraved delight he had in store.

The week that followed was a blur of mundane tasks and secret smiles. Alice took to her new life with a fervor that surprised even herself. She threw herself into the gym, her muscles aching with every lift and every run. But it was a good pain, a pain that reminded her she was alive. And when the cravings grew too strong, she knew that Alex would be there to ease them, to give her that perfect hit of pot or that gentle push into a new sensation.

Alex watched her with a mix of admiration and concern. He knew that the weekend was approaching, and with it, the intense ritual they had forged. He worked out alongside her, his body a sculpted testament to his own discipline and control. They swam together, their strokes in sync, their eyes meeting every few laps. But as they climbed out of the pool, she noticed his gaze lingering on her cigarette, the one indulgence he allowed her during the week.

They sat down to a meal he had meticulously prepared, a balance of proteins and vegetables, designed to fuel their bodies and keep them sharp. He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. "You know what I've been thinking about?" he said, his voice casual. "The giraffe." Alice's eyes lit up with excitement. "The giraffe?" she repeated, setting down her fork.

"What would you say if i told you I broke it" She chokes on her water, "You what, how, what?"

He says to her, "I dropped it when i put it away. Shattered it." She looks dejected and looks at him.... she stares. he flinches and starts to laugh. "I knew this weekend, the Giraffe would be involved..... "I will neither confirm nor deny that statement she says." I would however like to have access to it." he smiles and says, "I am sure you do."" He tells her it is in the closet in the pool house bathroom. She smiles and nods.

The weekend finally arrived and with it, the anticipation that had been building since the last hit of crack had left her system. She could feel the craving, a beast that gnawed at her very core, demanding to be fed.

On Thursday evening, as they lay in bed watching a movie, Alex noticed the absence of a cigarette between her lips. He raised an eyebrow and turned to her. "I haven't seen you with a cigarette since Monday.? sounding disappointed.

Alice smiled coyly. "I've been saving myself," she said, her voice a low purr. "For the weekend. I want everything to be... intense."

Alex's eyes widened with understanding. "Ah," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So, you want to crave it, want it so badly it hurts."

"Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I want you to crave it too." He looks at her and says, “I always do Alice, you have no idea how hard it is to control myself when I am around you.” She smiles brightly.

It is time. He heads upstairs where she is waiting. He says, "I see you found the giraffe, what do you have in mind?" She says tonight, we smoke crack through the giraffe. I am going to make you smoke it while I make you come and come.” “We will start off with a smokey crack blow job. I will take a crack bong hit and blow it all over your dick and suck while i smoke cigarettes.” “When you are about to come. You have to take a hit and maybe more.” He understands. He gets up and goes to the safe in the walk-in closet and comes back with a sandwich bag full of it. He says, "Is this enough" She smiles and says "It should do for tonight"....He attaches the crack attachment to the bong. He turns it on and it starts to heat up the crack. He is worried. That she is going to wear him out. She is going to take **** on him. He is also frankly turned on by it, which surprises him. He is used to being the dominant one, he has never been dominated.. But she is radiant, and he just loves the way she smokes and how she is when she is fucked up. He says to himself, "I am one seriously fucked up man." He smiles. She looks at him and says, "what you smiling at". He ands her a cigarette and says, "just that i am the luckiest man in the world." She looks at him and says. "After tonight, you will most defiantly feel that way."

She lights the cigarette and takes a monstrous triple pump opening her mouth to show him the smoke swirling around her mouth and she snaps it back in. And holds it for a few seconds and says, "Man i missed this". She takes another double pump as she does, she takes of her cloths and motions for him to do also. They are naked on the bed she takes a drag and brings him to her forces the smoke into his lungs as she rubs his dick. He pulls back and exhales. She puts the cigarette to his mouth, and he takes a big drag, and she brings him close as he forces the smoke into her lungs. still stroking his now hard cock. She sits back lights another cigarette and gives it to him. She pulls the Giraffe to her lips and starts to pull. She fills up the 6-foot chamber. Covers it with her hand and says. "Are you ready?", He looks at her and crack smoke in the bong and says. "I am, are you sure you are, that is going take you to some crazy heights.” She says “that's ok. When i start blowing it on your dick, you have to take a hit and hold it.". She sucks up the smoke in the bong the carb being released immediately. 6 feet of smoke shoots into her lungs. Crack smoke is smooth, not as harsh as pot or even cigarettes. But 6 feet of it is going to burn. It hits her, she sits up in shock, her eyes open. He is watching her. She is concentrating on holding the smoke and not coughing it out. She finally leans down. He starts taking the hit from the bong bring the smoke all the way up. He pulls up and takes a breath and she starts blowing their crack smoke all over his dick it is amazing how much smoke comes out of her. At the same time, he hits the bong, and all the smoke goes into him. He falls back on the, holding the smoke. She is deep throating him. He is pushing his dick into her. She comes up. leans over and puts her mouth on his as he releases the smoke into her. She immediately goes down on him holding the smoke. He takes a deep drag from his cigarette she comes up and before he can exhale, she covers his mouth and forces the smoke that he gave her back into him. She looks at him and demands. "Hold it!" And goes back down on him deep throating. He does; it is hard for him to hold he starts to shake a little. He is about to come and she knows it. She sits up and say let it out and immediately take another. He does what he is told. He releases the smoke, he cheats and takes a breath in-between and starts to inhale, feeling the orgasm start to hit him. she jumps up, impales herself on him and starts to **** him with all her might. His eyes go wide in surprise. He can see an animal lust in her. It is almost terrifying; other than the fact his neck is so strong she really can't hurt him. But he lets her. She stares at him and takes a hit out of the bong, which sends her soaring and makes him explode in her. he starts howl again as she tries to **** him. He arches his back, and the smoke comes shooting out. she is on top of him immediately forcing the hit she just took into him before he can breathe.. He shoots up, grabs her arms and starts helping her pound him as the smoke comes pouring out of his mouth. He lifts her off the bed as she stands up. He starts fucking her as he stands. With the other hand he picks up the bong as he holds her and he takes another big hit. he hands her the bong brings his hands back on her ass and fucks her in the air. She takes a big hit and try's to hold it as he fucks it out of her. He looks at her and grunts and forces his lips on to hers and forces the smoke into her. She is riding a crack high that is making everything so intense. He explodes again. and forces the smoke back into her grunting, as she explodes all over him. Juices flying to the floor. He walks her over to the bed and sits down and then falls back with her on him. He looks at her, they are both out of breath and coughing. He says, he didn't know that was even possible, he says "Is that what you feel". She looks at him seductively and says "Yes." He sits back shaking but enjoying the crack high. He is smiling. She says "what?"

He says to her. I have been alive for almost 1000 years and i have had a lot of sex and done a lot of things. But I didn't know this kind of feeling/power was possible" You should be proud of what you do to me. I am very proud of myself, now understanding what i do to you".

She smiles. She says, "This is your weekend, under my rules. You let me know when you are ready to go for round 2."

He says, " I need a bong hit and a swim." She agrees. But says "Let's use the regular bong". He smiles and shakes his head in agreement. The are both coughing a bit. He grabs them both beers. It cools down their throats and they **** with the pot helps bring down the rush of the crack...

The swim is enjoyable. But they are starting to crash a little. He suggests another quick hit of the crack. Then they will go back in the pool.

They go back upstairs, their bodies still glowing from the exertion. Alice takes the giraffe from him, attaching the smaller bowl to the pipe. She takes a hit, the crack sizzling as it meets the heat. The smoke fills the chamber, and she passes the bong to him without a word, her eyes gleaming with mischief. He takes the hit, the smoke curling around them like a living thing. The buzz hits them instantly, a gentle reminder of the highs they've shared. They look at each other, the understanding clear in their eyes. He leans in and forces the smoke into her lungs. She holds it and then passes back to him. She takes a hit herself, all 6 feet of it. She holds it he exhales what he has, and she is immediately on him forcing the smoke into his lungs. His Dick starts to rise. She grabs, he moves forward grabs the back of her head and forces the smoke back into her, while she starts moving her hand up and down on his cock.

She releases the smoke, his dick pulses as she does. She mounts him and he lights a cigarette and hands it to her. She takes a big double pump "Not so sure I want to go back to the pool," Alice says, her voice low and sultry. She pushes him down onto the bed, her movements deliberate, her intentions clear. He chuckles; a sound that's half amazement and half arousal. "Whatever my master wants," he murmurs, his hands already reaching for her waist.

"Round 2, let's begin" She says.

She lays on the bed and says. "You fuck me until I say stop" She lights another cigarette from the other one. She leans over and takes a bong hit of crack. she holds it and lays back and he starts to enter her. As he does, she slowly releases the crack smoke. As the high smacks her in the chest. Before she finishes her exhale, she takes a double pump on the cigarette and shows him. Causing him to pick up speed. She inhales it and holds it for a few seconds and releases it. She lays back and smokes casually. and looks at him and with a board voice, "So is this the best you can do?" She yawns. He starts really hammering her. She looks at him and says. "I am starting to feel it" with slight disappointment. He grabs the bong, fires up the crack in the pipe and takes a big hit and hands it to her and starts pound her. she takes a big hit and falls back. He lifts her hips and ass of the bed, slamming himself into her. The smoke in his lungs like nitrogen boost to a car engine. He looks at her as he slams her, she releases the smoke in spirts as he pushes in and out. He pulls her head up and forces the smoke out of him into her. She grabs his hands and puts them around her neck. the crack high tripling in power. She feels it coming. She looks at him. He releases her neck and the smoke comes flying out. She is hyperventilating and says. "mmmmooooorre and hhhharder and ttttighter.... He brings the bong to her lips. Her orgasm is starting. she moves away from the bong and takes a hit off the cigarette putting it in the ashtray, she puts her mouth on the bong and inhales the cigarette smoke with the crack. He is ultra turned on and grabs her neck. And squeezes in the right place and she can't let it out. She bounces into him harder. She is out of oxygen, she is exhausted. She starts to go limp, and it hits. Her eyes that were slowly closing, burst open, her back arches, he looks into her eyes. They look far away she opens her mouth, her chest spasming trying to get the smoke out of her chest. He lets her neck go; she falls back to the bed screaming as smoke comes pouring out of her mouth. She continues to scream as the orgasm takes over. He can’t control himself and explodes into her, hammering her and she passes out. He immediately gets off of her and checks her breath and pulse. Her heart is racing, and she is breathing. He holds her and she slowly comes too and shakes awake, not knowing where she is for a sec. He holds her as she starts to cough and cry. He says, "I am sorry, i am so sorry, i didn't mean to hurt you." She looks at him, with a smile and he realizes she isn't crying from pain. She coughs a little more and says, "I can't believe that orgasm. It was so overwhelming... intense. So intense it knocked me out...." I Love you.... “ He, relaxes and thinks to himself, what have I created... He says. "Maybe we should slow down and be a little more careful."

She looks into his eyes and sees that there is still a little fear there. She likes that it gives her a sense of control, she says, "We will see" And kisses him and says. “We are done for the weekend. I don't even want to try and top that."

He thinks to himself. Thank God, my dick is starting to hurt, and my balls are exhausted. He chuckles. She looks at him. He says "nothing"

Later that night she is coughing a lot, hacking up stuff. She tells him her chest hurts from all the smoking. She wants a cigarette, but it hurts to smoke it.

He takes her to the lab and puts her on the scanner, and it shows some congestion in her lungs, possible start of pneumonia. He says, "we can fix you right up.". She looks at him and coughs and says, "Let me guess it won't hurt a bit" He smiles and pulls out a needle and before she can think he injects it into her thigh. She immediately slaps him across the face. She looks in shock, he looks in shock, she says "I am soooo sorry it was a reaction, but you sort of deserve it." He looks at her and smiles. "That I did and considering what i have turned you into, i probably deserve more." She says. "I love who I am and who you are, I love what we do, and I want to do this forever." He looks at her and says, "I am working on it."

She says "Its ok, I want to be in my 20s." she smiles and kisses him and says "I am feeling better already." He turns the scanner back on and he says "and that's that." he takes her upstairs and hands her a cigarette and lights it. She inhales deep and says. "ahhh that's nice clear lungs to fuck up again." He just smiles and says to himself, "I did it, I was right, it took a few tries, but I got her."

She says, "I am going to take a bong hit and go to sleep are you coming.?" He says not right now, I am still buzzing and need to do some work in the lab." she says "don't be long." He says he will try.

He goes to the lab and starts going over his old notes. on his time travel.

1st attempt. Not much to say other than there are some very scared 1718 Scots...I didn't have enough power to go back far enough. And I was only there for 2 min before it pulled me back.

Have to find a way to get more power.

2nd attempt. I did it, I was able to get back to 1660, the right place. I saw her, hell, I saw me. She was being taken out of the jail, she was fighting to get away, she saw me and reached for me. For some reason I reached back. they took her to the gallows and I got pulled back. This time it was 3 min 21 seconds. I need more power and need to be a little more precise. I need to land in place I can take her, with the least amount of people able to stop me. I am going to have to land on the gallows right before they hang her. There are only 2 or 3 people up there with her.

3rd attempt. I jumped too late and too far away. I caused a great disturbance and sent everyone running. That might be useful in the next attempt. She was already hanging and fighting the noose she looked at me, she begged me. I ran to her, her face starting to turn a shade of blue, but she was still fighting. I got 4 feet away from her, I saw the hope in her eyes, and I was pulled back. Damn it, again, I witnessed it again.......I am so sorry Alice.

4th attempt. I got more juice though, when i use it I am sure someone is going to wonder what the hell is going on and why their power is disappearing. As long as I don't use too much too long they won't be able to find me. Success, sort of. I landed on the gallows. she was in the noose the light that must come when i appear freaked everyone out the crowd ran. The hang man charged at me. I thrust my knee into his face he went down. the other two jumped off the gallows and ran. I took the noose off of her. She was terrified. probably more of me than the noose. She was shaking. I said to her you need to come with me, i am going to take you to a place of wonder and you will be safe. She looked at me and pushed me and jumped off the gallows and ran yelling witch.... And again I was pulled back. Damn it. I have to think this through. Magic, witches all that crap is real to them. The think anything they don't understand is magic or god's or the devils work....

5th attempt. I had to wait a few months just to make sure I wasn't caught siphoning off power. I have decided that this time. I am just going to take her and bring her here. Timing and jump are perfect. I am able to free her and bring her back. She fights me and calls me a demon and a warlock...Jesus...

Day 1 - she won't talk to me. she says i am a witch and i have bewitched her. she sits in the corner of her room and won't eat won't talk. I spend hours talking to her. I know she is listening.

Day 2 - she seems to be responding a little. she is talking asking me questions. She asks why she is a prisoner in this strange place. I explained to her that to save her life. She says that they wouldn't have hanged her once they saw him... I mistakenly tell her I know she is hung I saw it. Damn it.. She of course freaked out and then recognized that I was the man she saw when she was brought out of the cell. To her I am a serious warlock.... fuck...

Day- 3 She is a clever girl. While I was showing her around the house. she distracted me and locked me out by the pool. She took off running out the front door and disappeared into the woods on the other side of the field. We searched and found her. She had gotten about a mile away from the house and just died. Did autopsy and not sure what the deal is but based off of my findings. Somehow we are connected. I am like a lifeline to her in this time. It makes no sense. I wonder to myself was it the time away from me or the distance. I have to do more tests.

6th attempt - after testing for more than a year I have determined that it is a distance issue. The rough distance is about 9/10s of a mile. The amount of time they can be away from me varies based on the size of the subject. The bigger the longer but we are talking 13 to 22 min at most. I have set up the house and the room so there is no way she can get out. I have also determined. The only way to convince her, is to let her hang for a few moments. So, I need to arrive after they pull her up. I remember that the pulled her up and brought her back down 5 times before they tied her off. Teasing and torturing her, the crowd getting into it. So, what I have to do, god help me, is get there after they have taken her up the 2nd time. She will be terrified of the noose and more willing to think of me as a savior than a witch.

Jump: Everything went as planned. I landed right when they had pulled her up the second time. She was kicking up a storm. She looked and saw me with pleading eyes. I have to say it was a slight turn on seeing her so ****. But that only lasted a second. the crowd scattered the hangman swung at me this time. I hit him with a right cross that knocked him off the gallows. the two other guys didn't run this time. I wasn't sure how much time i had left and didn't want to waste it fighting them so i hit them with a stunner. I helped her off the ground. She stood there with the noose around her neck and this time when she looked at me it was with pleading eyes of hope not of fear of me. I said to her. You need to listen to me, i don't have much time. 1st choice you stay here and let them hang you. I noticed she touched the rope around her neck. Two I said, I can release you and you can run. But the odds are they catch you in a matter of min and you are back here. Maybe you get away. 3rd choice you can come with me. I will take you to a place of wonder. However, you will be bound to me, you will be controlled by me. But I will never hurt you with malice and you will never want, and I will take you to places and show you and make you feel things you never imagined. But you have to decide now. She looked down and saw the crowd coming back. and looked at me and said she would come with me.

Day 1 - she asks a lot of questions. she is making sure i am not going to hurt her. I knew she was hungry so I brought her McDonalds. Frankly I was curious how someone would react who had never had it before. She loved it. especially the chocolate milkshake. I showed her, her room and explained the shower and sink. She is scared an alone in a Strang new place. I gave her a gummy with thc in it to calm her. She ate 5...it was a good thing it helped her.

Day 2 - So the experiment starts. Will she take to smoking, and what comes after it. Can I make her me. Yes, can I corrupt her but yet have her fall in love with me as I am her. I have to be careful; I don't want her scared of me in any way. I introduced her to cigarettes today. To my utter surprise she actually seems to like smoking. Playing with smoke. I think she also sees that I stare at her sometimes when she smokes. She uses that to get my attention.

He hears her come downstairs and shuts off the computer. She walks in and says, "Come to bed, I need my pussy eaten out." He says, "Now that is a way to start a conversation.' he gets up and heads upstairs with her.

As he walks upstairs, he thinks to himself. Do I tell her.....

Alice, with a seductive smile, leads him into the bedroom. She's already undressed, lying on the bed, a cigarette in one hand and the bong in the other. The room is filled with the faint scent of their past escapades, a tantalizing reminder of the passion they've shared. She beckons him with a finger, the cigarette smoke curling around her hand.

Without a word, Alex strips and joins her, the anticipation in the air thick and palpable. She takes a drag and exhales slowly, watching the smoke coil around their bodies like an invisible lover. He kisses her, tasting the nicotine on her lips, feeling the heat from her body. She takes his hand and guides it to her breast, his fingers playing with her nipple as she inhales another lungful of smoke.

Their bodies intertwine as they make love, the cigarette never leaving her hand, a constant companion to the rhythm of their passion. He runs his hands over her, feeling her body respond to his touch, her breath hitching with every stroke. She takes another hit, the smoke mingling with their heavy breaths. He watches her face, lost in the haze of pleasure and nicotine, and he knows he's created something unique, a bond that transcends time itself.

They reach for the bong, passing it back and forth, their eyes locked, the flame flickering in the darkness. Each hit is a declaration of their desire, a silent vow to conquer every peak of pleasure together. The smoke fills the room, an intoxicating cloud that seems to carry them higher and higher with every inhale. Alice's legs wrap around him, pulling him deeper as she whispers, "I need you," the words barely audible through the haze.

He obliges, his movements becoming more urgent, the crackle of the cigarette and the bubbling of the bong a symphony of desire. They come together, their bodies a tangled mess of limbs and need. The smoke from their shared cigarette swirls around them like a living, breathing entity, a visual representation of their union. For a moment, everything stands still, their hearts beating in perfect sync, the only sound the harsh cough that follows her release.

As they catch their breaths, Alex looks down at her, his heart swelling with a feeling he can't quite define. He brushes a strand of hair from her face and says, "You're mine, Alice." She smiles through the haze, the glow of the cigarette in her hand casting a warm light on her features. "And you're mine," she whispers back, taking another hit.

The cigarette falls from her fingers, forgotten in the afterglow. He reaches for it, placing it in the ashtray, his eyes never leaving hers. "We're going to explore more," he says, his voice low and filled with promise. "But for now, rest."

He wraps her in his arms, the sound of her breathing a comforting lullaby. As the high starts to wane, the reality of their situation settles in. He wonders if he's playing God, if he's giving her what she truly wants, or if he's simply feeding an addiction. But as she snuggles closer, her hand finding its way to his chest, he knows that for now, they're exactly where they need to be.

The house is quiet except for the occasional cough from Alice as she drifts off to sleep. Alex lies there, his thoughts racing. He can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring, what new heights they'll reach together. He takes a deep breath, the lingering scent of smoke and sex a heady mix that makes him hard again. He kisses her forehead and whispers, "I'll always take care of you, Alice."