Nikkia had had a bad day. She was very frustrated and decided to go to a local bar for a drink. She looked fantastic, her heavy makeup perfect, her dirty blonde hair cascading past her shoulders, and was dressed in her head to toe black leather outfit. Nikkia is a true leather girl and this is her favorite outfit: her skin tight black leather pants tucked into her knee high, 3 inch heel black leather boots, her black leather vest, and her black leather biker jacket. The bar was not crowded, and Nikkia took a seat.
She was smoking a cigarette as she entered. She was diagnosed with asthma when she was very young, and her lungs have always been weak. Despite that, she started smoking when she was 12. Her single mother was a smoker, and never tried to discourage her. Nikkia started on Marlboro Reds, and when she was about 20, switched to Newports. She's been a menthol smoker ever since. Although she has never even attempted to quit, her smoking has been problematic. She loves cigarettes so much that she was up to more than 2 packs a day of full strength Newports. Her teeth are stained a pale yellow from all the tar. She has dealt with a smoker's cough since she was a teen, because of the weakness and vulnerability of her unhealthy lungs. She has constantly been admonished by her doctors that she needs to quit. Nikkia's addiction is too strong for to even consider that, but she has made a concession by switching to lights. Now, at age 30, she smokes about 2 packs a day of Marlboro Menthol Lights. Her health is still very bad. She ends up gasping for air after just a flight of stairs! She wakes in the morning coughing, but immediately reaches over for that soft green and white pack of Marlboros. Nikkia's morning cough is deep and rattles her whole body. After a couple of hours, the cough calms down, and is constant, but not as deep or as violent as it is in the morning. Nikkia is self-conscious about her cough, and tries to stifle it, with her clenched fist at her mouth. She knows it's odd to see such a deep cough coming from such a small girl. Her attempt to quiet it down makes it shake her body even more.
Frustrated as she was today, Nikkia wasn't even using her lighter, but rather lit her new cigarette off the butt of the old one. She did this after sitting down, then took a deep drag, leaving her cigarette dangling from her lips, the tip glowing orange, as she stubbed out her old butt in an ashtray. She pulled the smoke down deep in her lungs, seeming to fill her whole body with smoke. She ordered a shot of Goldschager and a glass of wine.
At a booth across from where Nikkia was sitting, three girls were together for drinks. They were Jean, Debbie, and Liz. Jean and Liz were there to comfort their friend Debbie. Debbie was married to a fellow named Rob, and she feared her marriage was falling apart. Debbie had recently found numerous photographs of another woman in Rob's closet. Then she checked on their home computer and found countless photos downloaded. They were all of Nikkia, and there were also emails to and from his favorite model. Rob was a fan of Southern Charms and had fallen in love with Nikkia. He had all of her pictures of her smoking and wearing her extensive leather wardrobe. He had become infatuated with sexy Nikkia, and now Debbie knew why Rob wasn't showing her any interest.
Jean, Debbie and Liz were all around 30, and while they were pretty, they couldn't hold a candle to Nikkia's trashy sexiness. They also were a lot larger. Nikkia is petite, 5'5" and 115 lbs., with a 34C chest. Her legs and arms are very skinny, and her ass is perfect, especially in her painted-on leather pants. Jean, Debbie and Liz are all over 5'7" and weigh over 140 lbs. It just so happened that Debbie looked across the bar and saw Nikkia, bringing her cigarette to her lips and taking a deep drag. Debbie exclaimed, "Oh my gosh. You two are not going to believe it. That's her. That's the bitch in all of Rob's pictures!" Jean and Liz swung around to get a view of Nikkia. Jean said, "What a trashy whore. We should beat her ass." Liz chimed in, "Yeah, Jean, let's get a little revenge. Nobody will ever miss her." The three girls huddled and made their plan.
Nikkia remained at the bar, drinking heavily and smoking one cigarette after another. She polished off her pack of Marlboro Light Menthols and immediately tore into the cellophane on a fresh pack, one of three she kept in her leather pocketbook. She had her lit cigarette, burned almost down to the filter, between her lips as she pulled the tinfoil out of the new pack and pulled out a fresh cigarette, which she promptly lit from the old butt. After she had been at the bar about an hour, and had consumed the shot, three glasses of wine, and smoked 6 cigarettes, Nikkia put her most recent burning Marlboro between her lips, put her fresh pack of cigarettes and lighter in her pocketbook, and paid her bill. The other three girls, whom Nikkia hadn't noticed, had paid their bill a few minutes earlier and were already outside by their car. Nikkia slid her leather clad ass off the stool and headed for the door, smoke cascading behind her as she exhaled. Debbie, Jean and Liz, from the dark, watched her leave the bar.
Nikkia had her keys in her hand and was heading toward her 1992 Chevy Camaro. She was parked to the side of the bar, in a poorly lit area. As she got to her car, cigarette between her lips and keys in hand, Jean made the first attack. Nikkia's reflexes were not good enough. She heard Jean running up behind her, and just as she turned around, Jean's foot landed on Nikkia's leather covered right knee. Nikkia's cigarette flew out of her mouth, her knee collapsed, and she crashed to the ground with a horrible scream. On the ground she immediately grasped her right leg: "Oh god, oh god, you broke my leg, you broke my leg! Who are you? What do you want?" Liz responded, "We want to hurt you, you slut. You won't be stealing any more husbands after we get done with you!" Liz was the strongest of the three girls, so she lifted Nikkia up by the armpits. She was delighted with how light the little leather girl was. Debbie picked up the keys and opened the passenger door of the Camaro. Jean climbed in the back seat, then Liz dumped Nikkia in the front passenger seat. Nikkia was unable to put any pressure on her right leg, and she was in such pain that she didn't even try to fight back. Debbie hopped in the driver's seat of Nikkia's car, while Liz drove the car the girls had come in.
Nikkia was crying from the pain of her injured leg, and she was petrified at having been attacked and kidnapped. Jean leaned up from the back seat and wrapped her arm around Nikkia's neck. She pinned Nikkia's neck and head back against the headrest, and was squeezing on her throat. Nikkia's hands went up to Jean's arm, but she wasn't nearly strong enough to escape. She was gurgling, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe!" Jean said, "Of course you can't breathe, you damn chimney. You're going to regret all those cigarettes. Don't even think of trying to fight back or I'll choke you out. Now, tell us where you live." Jean loosened the choke hold slightly, and Nikkia gasped out her address. She was too flustered, too scared and too hurt to even think of telling a lie, so she gave her truthful address. Debbie drove the Camaro to Nikkia's apartment. Adding to the choke she kept on Nikkia's throat, Jean grasped Nikkia's weak, leather jacketed left arm and pulled it behind the seat in a hammerlock. Nikkia felt like her arm was being pulled out of its socket, but she couldn't fight back. Her heart was nearly pounding out of her chest, and her lungs were screaming for air. Her chest felt tight and hot as she struggled for oxygen, her tarry, smoky lungs withering.
It was a short drive to Nikkia's apartment. Debbie parked the Camaro and Liz parked beside them. Liz opened the passenger door of the Camaro and roughly dragged out Nikkia. Nikkia, finally freed of Jean's choke hold, was gasping for air. She was certain that her left arm had been seriously injured by hammerlock. The girls were glad to see that there was no one else around the area, but they still told Nikkia to pretend they were friends helping her to her apartment. Nikkia still couldn't put any weight on her injured leg, so Liz propped her up and helped her limp to the door, as if she was helping an injured friend. Debbie opened the door of Nikkia's apartment and all four girls entered. Debbie locked the door behind them. Liz tossed Nikkia's broken body onto the leather couch in the living room and Jean threw Nikkia's pocketbook on her.
The attackers looked around. Nikkia's apartment was small but neat. She had a leather couch, leather loveseat, and leather chair in the living room with her television and stereo. Her bedroom had an animal print decor, complete with satin leopard print bedcovers which were all a mess. Jean remarked, "That's definitely a bed that gets a lot of action from that whore!" The girls surveyed Nikkia's closet and found it full of leather, latex, and spandex clothing, as well as leather and chain devices which were obviously sex toys. They also found a video camera and spare tapes. What was most striking to the three attackers was the pungent smell of stale smoke. Everywhere they looked were ashtrays filled to the brim with the lipstick stained cork filters of smoked Marlboro Menthol Lights. They helped themselves to some wine and noticed two fresh cartons of cigarettes in the kitchen.
Nikkia had been left helpless on her couch. She had dug into her pocketbook, taken out a cigarette and lit it with her good arm. Debbie said, "Go ahead and smoke away you bitch. We want your lungs good and weak. In fact, you better smoke one cigarette after another as fast you can. We want you to smoke until you pass out." This was the first good news Nikkia had had all day. Debbie continued. "You're probably wondering why you're in this situation, and I'll be happy to tell you. It seems that my husband has taken a liking to your slutty pictures on the internet, and that the two of you have exchanged some emails. I'm going to teach you a lesson about what happens when you're a slut. I think your stupid scenes on that website are disgusting and I'm going to show you what it's really like to smoke and be choked and be in ‘peril.'"
Nikkia was petrified. Her right leg and left arm were throbbing. Her heart was pounding away. She was glad to be able to smoke, and was taking one deep drag after another, pulling the cool menthol smoke down deep in her lungs. Jean barked at her, "Smoke faster, you piece of trash!" Debbie held the video camera and told Liz, "All right Liz, let's start the taping. Let's see how her leg feels." As Nikkia took a deep drag from her cigarette, Liz kicked her again in her injured right knee. Nikkia let out a scream and immediately bent over to try to protect her leg. Debbie got shots of Nikkia's face contorted in pain, smoke streaming out of her mouth and nose. She got more of Nikkia whimpering, rubbing her leather covered knee. "Put your cigarette in your mouth, you bitch!" Nikkia did as she was told. Debbie told Jean and Liz, "Now stand her up." The two girls picked up little Nikkia by her arms. Nikkia screamed when Jean grasped her injured left arm. Nikkia was crying and trembling badly, and could not put any weight on her right leg. Debbie got scenes of Nikkia in her vulnerable, injured state. "All right, back on the couch, bitch! Now light another cigarette." Debbie zoomed in on Nikkia lighting her cigarette, tears streaming down her face.
Debbie gave more direction: "Jean, give her a real choking, and see how her lungs do without any air." Jean climbed on Nikkia's lap, straddling her. Nikkia's eyes were open wide with fear. Jean put both her hands around Nikkia's throat and squeezed as tightly as she could. Nikkia's windpipe was being crushed, her eyes closed, and her mouth opened, gagging for air. Debbie got close up shots of Nikkia's strangulation, the contortion of her face, then ordered, "Now, take a deep drag of your beloved smoke, you whore!" Nikkia was whimpering, and gasping for air, but did as she was told, taking a deep drag while Debbie filmed. As soon as the smoke hit her struggling lungs, Nikkia started gagging. Debbie yelled, "Choke her!" This enabled her to get a view of Nikkia gagging, smoke cascading from her mouth, while Jean squeezed her throat and violently shook her. Debbie ordered Jean off of her victim and filmed Nikkia struggling to breathe, massaging her neck, gasping for air. She ordered Nikkia to keep on smoking, which Nikkia did, furthering her oxygen deprivation.
"Why don't we carry this slut to the bed she spends so much time in?" Liz and Jean did so, putting the injured Nikkia's arms around their shoulders. She was dead weight, unable to move her broken body. They threw her over the iron bed frame, her leather clad body landing on the satin sheets. Debbie tossed Nikkia her cigarettes and ordered, "Light ‘em up, bitch! You better not drop your cigarette and light your bed on fire." Nikkia did as she was told, desperate for even more nicotine, but scared that her lungs were about to burst. Debbie's next order was, "Work her leg and arm." Nikkia was flat on her back, her legs hanging over the iron frame. Her cigarette was in her right hand. Liz got on the bed, took hold of Nikkia's leather jacketed left arm, and started cruelly twisting it. Meanwhile, Jean took hold of Nikkia's right boot, and started slamming her ruined leg over the iron frame. Nikkia was helpless, groaning in pain, as Debbie screamed, "Smoke, bitch, smoke!" Nikkia took drags, but they were shallow now, interspersed between her screams of pain. Debbie was capturing it all on video, sometimes zooming in as Nikkia's lips closed around the filter of her cigarette while tears ran down her cheeks and her face was tortured with pain.
Debbie said, "All right, time for me to have some fun. Jean, take the camera and make sure you get all of this." Jean dropped Nikkia's lifeless leg over the iron bedframe, where it stayed, and took the camera. Debbie picked up an overflowing ashtray and dumped it on Nikkia's chest. Cigarette butts and ashes flowed over her leather jacket and vest, some falling down inside the vest through Nikkia's ample cleavage. The gray ashes were dull against Nikkia's shiny black leather, and covered her neck and breasts as well. Debbie said, "There's a smoker for ya!" She was at the foot of the bed, between Nikkia's legs. She told Jean, "Make sure you catch this", then ordered Nikkia, "Take a deep drag, slut!" Nikkia brought her filter to her lips, pulled smoke into her lungs, and at the same time, Debbie brought her fist crashing down viciously right on Nikkia's leather clad crotch. Nikkia's soft leather pants were pulled skin tight over her crotch, rendering her womanhood vulnerable. Debbie's fist landed with a thud against the leather, and pain shot through Nikkia's little body. The force of the blow caused her torso to rise off the bed, throwing cigarette butts and ashes everywhere. She let out a hellacious scream, smoke flying out of her mouth, as she felt pain worse than she ever had before. Debbie stepped away, letting the camera catch the full effect of Nikkia in agony, writhing in pain, gasping for air, her hands covering her crotch. After a few seconds, Debbie ordered her to take another drag. Nikkia gasped, "I can't! I can't!" Debbie kept screaming, until Nikkia's right hand again brought her cigarette to her lips for a pull. Debbie took the opportunity and landed yet another punch to Nikkia's crotch. Nikkia was now bawling and spasming in pain.
Debbie gave the camera a few minutes to drink in Nikkia's agony, then she and Liz pulled the beaten Nikkia off the bed, brought her into the living room and let the camera see them toss her down to the living room floor. Nikkia's leather covered body crumpled in a mass. Her upper body was heaving as her lungs fought for air, and her legs were closed in an attempt to shield her battered crotch. The girls exulted in the damage they had caused, then Debbie tossed a pack of Marlboro Menthol Lights and a lighter to Nikkia and ordered her to light up. It took all of Nikkia's strength to light her cigarette, and again the smoke made her gag. Debbie took the two cartons of cigarettes from the kitchen, opened them, and dumped the contents over Nikkia's body, littering her with 20 green and white Marlboro boxes. Then she took another full ashtray and dumped it over Nikkia, getting ashes and cigarette butts in her hair and all over her leather jacket, pants, and boots. Jean circled the wasted, crumpled body of Nikkia with the camera, getting full views, before turning it off, and taking the tape.
The girls left with their videotape, a memento for that cheating Rob, and left Nikkia covered in ashes and cigarette butts, with very serious injuries. Debbie's parting words were: "Hope you like living out your fantasies. If I ever catch you communicating with my husband again, you won't live to tell."
