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Title: Mistress Timea's Vicious Smoker's Revenge



As Mistress Timea, a towering beauty with an insatiable appetite for control, strolled through the dimly lit room, her gaze fell upon the pathetic figure of Bobby. He was curled up in the corner, shivering and trembling as he awaited his fate. The air was thick with anticipation and the hint of cigarette smoke that clung to her every move.



With a sneer of contempt, Mistress Timea approached Bobby. Her towering frame cast an ominous shadow over him as she loomed closer. Bobby cowered in fear, unable to move as the giantess stood before him. With one impossibly long leg, she pushed him down onto the hardwood floor, forcing him to look up at her.



"You pathetic excuse for a human being," she hissed, her words carrying weight like a sledgehammer. "You disgust me."



Bobby whimpered in response, unable to meet her eyes. He knew he deserved this treatment - after all, he had been using the non-smoking section of the bar as his personal ashtray earlier that night.



With a cruel laugh, Mistress Timea bent down and scooped Bobby up in one powerful arm. She held him up to her lips, and he could see the dusting of ash on them. "You think you're so smart, don't you?" she growled, blowing a cloud of smoke directly into his face.



Bobby gagged as he felt himself being choked by Mistress Timea's grip. He struggled to breathe, but it was no use - she was too strong. All he could do was watch in horror as her lips moved closer, ready to claim him as her ashtray once more.



As she prepared to end his pathetic existence, Mistress Timea paused. Instead of crushing him beneath her weight, she lifted him higher, so that they were eye to eye. "You know what you've done," she whispered, her voice now laced with sadism. "You deserve this."



And with that, she lowered him back down, pressing his face against her lips. He felt the warmth of her breath on his skin, and heard the familiar sound of her voice through the haze of smoke. "Breathe," she commanded, her voice echoing in the room. "Breathe my smoke...because it's all you're going to get."



With a final push, Mistress Timea released Bobby, sending him tumbling to the floor. He coughed and sputtered, trying to clear his lungs of her toxic fumes. As he looked up at her, he saw the glint of satisfaction in her eyes. She had made her point clear - he was nothing but a plaything for her amusement.



And so, Bobby lay there, battered and bruised, but alive. He knew that he would never forget Mistress Timea's smoker's revenge - the taste of her smoke, the feel of her powerful grip, and the utter helplessness he had experienced at her mercy.

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