"I… honest… Mrs. Keele, I've never smoked one before," Jean stammered, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at the sweet-smelling smoke drifting up from the lighted end. "I-I don't know what to do…"

Maggie studied her, not knowing whether to believe the girl or not. They were all such lying young bitches… but this one she wanted to totally possess and break to her will more than any of her endless list of helpless victims. She had to see her crawling, begging, willingly subjecting herself to the most degrading, beautifully humiliating things she could imagine. She said: "Puff on it… slowly at first… like this…"

Jean watched her draw in gently, but deeply, inhaling the smoke in the same manner. With trembling hand and constant reminders that she was doing it for Ken, she did as she was instructed, finding the taste unusual but not unpleasant. She repeated the act, inwardly praying once more that the drug would completely numb her tormented senses, taking more and drawing it deeper down into her lungs, desperately holding it there in the manner of the sensuous woman watching her. Neither spoke for a passing of minutes while Jean continued to experiment, her fear that it was not going to have any effect on her constantly mounting. After a few inhalations, she could barely notice it going down. Almost frantically, she took a long, deep measure of the smoke and held it as long as she could.

"I-It isn't working!" Jean heard herself exclaim, but her own voice sounded a slight distance away.

Maggie smiled, her dark onyx-eyes gleaming knowingly. "Don't worry, darling, it's working all right," she said, her voice also seeming a long ways away to Jean. "Do you like it…?"

"I-I don't know," the teenaged blonde lovely replied, suddenly feeling surprisingly soft and buoyant.