Jeff was standing there, his Levi's crumpled in a heap around his shoes. He had toyed with his cousin, torturing her while still keeping his cock out of her cunt. Now, fishing a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he tapped the packet against one knuckle, drawing a long white cigarette from the others. Darlene watched, certain that whatever he was doing was going to hurt her.

"Nice ass… just like I said before," Jeff commented, lighting up, then flinging the match away from him.

He took several puffs, making sure the bluegray smoke drifted into her face. Darlene coughed. Turning her head away, she tried to readjust her position. But the ropes kept her in that doubled-up position, her wrists bound to her ankles while her ass was tucked in against the doorway. Jeff took several more puffs on the cigarette before bending down, holding that white smoking thing inches away from her skin! She whimpered, biting down hard on her lower lip until she could taste blood. Already the fire was reddening a dime-sized portion of her flesh. Jeff watched, then moved the cigarette down, down until the burning tobacco was singeing the fine blonde hairs on her upper thighs.

Darlene curled her toes, more and more aware of the tight ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her ass scraped forward a little on the floor. Jeff had the cigarette down around her asshole now. He had stopped talking, more interested in watching his cousin's reaction, to his torment.