Ashtray for Ex-Girlfriend

After my ex Alina and I hadn't seen each other for a few weeks and we finally managed to talk again, I finally plucked up the courage. We sat on her little balcony and she smoked a cigarette, looking incredible. It hadn't worked out with us, we had both come to terms with that and were still halfway friends.

I asked her quite openly and honestly whether some of my preferences could still be lived out somehow, including some that she never wanted to do with me in the relationship, because she still wanted to kiss me etc.

Then, quite surprisingly, she replied that it wasn't a problem at all. She had already come to terms with some of my preferences in the past and was very relaxed about it. She also knew a few things about me but was still okay with it.

What was most glaring, however, was that she immediately unpacked a suggestion that she had already thought about herself. She shook her small balcony table, which stood right next to the wall and was very old and broken.

Alina then said to me that she had thought that I could build a kind of box into which she could lock me, but which would also be equipped with a table top at the same time and could therefore serve as a balcony table. I was blown away by the suggestion and the preparations and negotiations started immediately.

In the days that followed I wrote to her about it and shared my ideas with her and she was really open-minded and, what turned me on the most, partly impassive when it came to the fact that I would be locked up in there for many hours and would even have to suffer.

I then spent a whole weekend working on it and spent a lot of money on the basic material, as I had to reconcile my constructions and aesthetics and it shouldn't be noticeable that I was actually trapped in the table box.

In the end, I had the thing ready after a week and was already allowed to set it up at Alina's, because even if I wasn't locked in, the table could be used as normal.

It was a fashionable table that simply rested on a very wide base that I could get caught up in. Of course, I had built in a lot of additional functions. The actual main function had actually been that Alina could lock me in a little box for a long time and I would be completely ignored. I, on the other hand, then added and constructed some of my preferences, as she had approved them. The statement at the end was...Locking me up would be fine, anything beyond that (she knew my preferences), I would just have to be surprised if it happened and she did something like that.

She cooked and ate in the kitchen while I worked on the balcony in the worsening light until everything was ready for use.

Alina wasn't particularly emotional when I announced that I was finished and could show her everything. But after she had stubbed out her cigarette, it was time to start and she eyed the whole thing a little. I excused myself briefly to put on the chastity belt and the dillator, but she stopped me and let me do the whole thing in the living room.

"I remember that and you don't need to be ashamed of me haha. I'll help you with the lock too." She actually helped me put on the KG, the dillator and everything.

"If it works today with your table and all that. Are you free tomorrow and do you want me to lock you in the box, or are you busy on Sunday?"

She asked, just as I was in the KG and a huge bar would be triggered if the KG wasn't so small.

I denied that I had anything planned and of course had time for it, no matter when and for how long. Of course I was horny as hell.

Grinning, she put the lock on me and locked me in the garage. She kept the key

and placed it on the table.

Then we went out onto the small balcony. I began, actually naked as I was, with my explanations and explanations.

I showed her the numerous nasty features and functions that I had built in, which were not visible to anyone sitting at the table.

In the end, I was tied to the pedestal in a crouched position with my legs spread apart, very close to the ground.

Before that, I would shove a very small but very large inflatable butt plug up my ass. The pump for this was in a hidden place that you really had to actively use in the leg of the table.

After that I would be completely tight. Alina said to me with a grin that we would put me in completely for practice so that it would go faster next time.

Of course I was horny and went for it. So after some fumbling I put the plug in my butt and went into my padded position in the base. I squatted down and let Alina attach all the restraining devices. My legs were completely tight, just like my torso.

Then came a specialty for my hands. My hands were placed in a block, one to the right and one to the left of me. Alina then locked my wrists, forearm and upper arm up to my shoulders.

The purpose of these blocks was to ensure that my fingers rested firmly on a surface and I had attached a kind of footrest outside the table. If someone were to place their feet on these supports, the weight would press down on my fingers and it would be like someone stepping directly on my fingers. One of these supports was on the side of the table where Alina always sat and on the other. She shook her head with a grin as she held me down. I wasn't supposed to find out whether she would use these options, but I didn't ask, just as I didn't ask about the next things.

After everything on my body except the head was fixed, she brought the head into position under my guidance, which had to be brought into a harness-like construct so that I was looking straight towards the wall as long as the table was open.

This is where the most important things were stored or were supposed to be. I had to explain this to Alina all at once. On the one hand, there was a mechanism built in by me which, once activated, would squeeze my throat in such a way that I wouldn't be strangled, but my vocal chords would be more or less switched off because their function would be so impaired that I couldn't breathe more than quietly.

It would be activated when Alina closed the whole table base and locked it. That way I couldn't make myself noticeable to her.

The second thing was the mechanical closure for my dillator. I had attached a small tube into a very large urine bag to my dillator in my penis so that I could pee. However, there was of course a nasty feature built in here too. If the shaft for the ashtray (I'll get to that in a minute) was open, my dillator would close so that I couldn't get a drop of urine through my penis. Alina grinned again, of course, because she knew that I had wanted her to control my urine flow for ages, and in an unpleasant way. But she didn't say anything about it.

Then came the most extreme part of my construction. A kind of oversized snorkel with a mouthpiece. Here I had to explain something to Alina for a while, but she then set about inserting everything as I intended.

In short, the mouthpiece was a kind of mouth spreader, but it not only spread my teeth wide.

but was connected to the "snorkel". This stuff was then fitted to the top of the ashtray flap and it was actually fitted with nuts. Everything that went into the

The ashtray flap, diagonally above my face in the tabletop, would find its way directly into my wide- open mouth, which was unable to defend itself. I had also built it so that I had to smell what was being tipped or thrown into my mouth down there. Alina assembled everything really conscientiously and checked whether everything was holding and so on. I was really bombproof after the assembly. I had explained a lot to her beforehand and she knew my preferences anyway, even if she would never have done it with me in this way in our relationship and I didn't know if she would go along with it at all apart from the locking up.

I had to shake around and try to make myself heard somehow to see if the table rattled or something, but I was really completely motionless. Meanwhile, she lit up another cigarette, but to my annoyance she also put the ashtray next to her.

While I was still trying to free myself, she was typing on her cell phone.

"Seems safe," she said and stood up after she had taken a breath. She stopped at the top and I could see from a small slit of light that she was opening the ashtray hatch, but at the same time I could immediately feel that the mechanism was working properly and the dillator was closing. I looked closely at her crotch in her jeans, where she appeared to be standing in front of me with her cell phone in her hand. The ashtray shaft was built in such a way that you could even put your cigarette butt in it without it falling in. To dispose of the filter, you would have to drop it through a larger hole. I imagined Alina holding her butt right over there and about to ash it, but she came back down to me and asked if the dillator was working. Then she checked with her cold hand, although she only touched my balls and kneaded them briefly. She grinned and I said yes.

"And if I want to give you liquid, can I just pour it in the top?" she asked and I said yes again. The lid on top was closed again and the dillator opened. She put her butt out in my field of vision. She was clearly satisfied, it seemed.

"Okay, then I think everything is clear so far. I'd also like to test whether everything is tight and your voice is really gone when I close it completely, ok?" She asked cautiously. I said yes and wanted to experience it for myself. Even if it was just a test.

It became rock solid in my KG and I saw how she stood up and came with the relatively heavy front door. It was inserted into the plinth at the bottom, then Alina tilted it slightly and pushed it towards me. And I was already in the dark. Then I heard her turn the "secret" lever underneath in the right combination and I was trapped.

"And if it works, you can still make yourself noticed somehow. Say something."

I tried, but couldn't make a sound. I couldn't even hear myself except for my breathing, but you couldn't hear that outside the table anyway.

"Are you trying yet?" I kept trying.

Then I heard her footsteps leave and return shortly afterwards.

"Hmm, well, I can't hear anything. Now rap or try something to get out or make yourself heard"

I did it, even tried to wiggle the table but nothing helped. She didn't notice anything and I didn't feel that I could do anything.

"Hmm," I heard from her upstairs.

Then suddenly she must have opened the ashtray lid and my mouth filled up with lots of water in no time at all. I swallowed immediately. I swallowed and swallowed and even had the feeling that I had something solid or crumbly in between. It was really a lot and I could even feel the pressure. I kept swallowing until it stopped rippling. When I had everything in my stomach, I heard her put the bottle down and then I heard the ashtray lid. Had she tipped the ashtray down my throat? I was getting so horny. Then my mouth filled with liquid again, water again, and I swallowed the amount. It was a lot again. What was she up to?

All of a sudden Alina stopped tipping, closed the lid and I heard her walk away while I was still swallowing.

I realized that I could see absolutely nothing and was completely in the dark. I could hardly hear   what she was doing in the apartment. When I had swallowed everything, I realized that I had a real water belly. That was probably a lot. But then I listened intently to what would come next. The test had been successful. I heard her bubble box, apparently she was now taking away the bottle of water she had poured down my throat for testing purposes. I was still excited as anything. As her footsteps came closer to the balcony, I heard her putting her little table flower on the table, as the tabletop  was directly above me. Then suddenly the ashtray hatch opened and I felt the mechanism close my dillator. Alina started to move the chairs. What was she doing there?

Her steps moved a little further away again. Then the shock. The balcony door closed and was locked from the inside. Then silence.

NO! What was she doing there? Nobody was going to answer my question, because it remained quiet on the balcony and I didn't hear any noises to indicate her return for a while. She had just left me in there like that. She was probably watching a series or something to test how I would hold out for half an hour or so.

But even after what felt like an eternity - I guessed I'd been sitting there for an hour - nothing was happening. She had just left me like that, which of course made me super hot in my prison.

I raved about how she was probably just in her apartment and left me out here, getting even more horny and looking forward to jerking off to it later. I was also amazed that I didn't hear anything from the street or anything like that. It was totally quiet in my room.

Then I was startled, a rumble went through the brickwork, then I heard two pairs of heels running around. It almost sounded as if...

The balcony door was opened and I heard a completely unfamiliar female voice and the sound of footsteps:

"Yes, you go to the cellar, we'll have a look around the apartment while we wait," Alina confirmed and I heard the apartment door slam shut as the heel steps clearly came onto the balcony. My heart was racing so incredibly fast.

Then a second strange voice entered the balcony while the chair Alina usually sat on was adjusted. My heart was beating so hard.

"We can have another smoke until it's finished!" and moved the chair to the right. The other one sat down and something landed on the table. Then all of a sudden there was a sharp pain on my left hand. The stranger had probably put her foot on my fingers, or rather on the footrest that was pinching me. It hurt so much. Out of reflex, I wanted to grit my teeth, but of course I couldn't.

Then the pain shot into my other hand and both seemed to squeeze even harder, almost bringing tears to my eyes. I first heard a lighter, then a second one. My heart was totally overwhelmed. My willy pressed against his prison. Two complete strangers were sitting there torturing me without Alina knowing or realizing it. The two of them were talking about completely irrelevant stuff, which only made me even wilder.

From time to time I felt ash in my mouth and tasted it too. They were really burning inside me. My penis jumped, but banged against its prison. It continued unconditionally, I heard them knocking the ash off the butts and tasted more of it in my mouth. I almost lost my spit in my mouth after just two taps of both. But my users didn't care. They continued to lick my mouth without knowing what was happening. They talked about their done nails and I went mad with lust. My mouth was really dry when I suddenly felt a burning pain on my tongue. It

hissed softly for me too and I actually had a cigarette filter on my tongue. This beast had simply thrown it into my mouth. It immediately tasted disgusting and just as I was about to move it with my tongue, it hissed again and the other cigarette landed in my mouth and burned me. It was still burning when the two divas got up and left me freezing cold, dirty and used. I immediately felt  totally miserable, and I had never experienced what a smoked cigarette tasted like. There was still tobacco on it, the filter was soaked with smoke and now I had to suck on it because I couldn't even think about swallowing it like that.

The balcony door was carelessly closed and I was alone with these two disgusting things. I hadn't imagined it would be like this. It was too intense, but in the following minutes I was to experience just how disgusting these things tasted. The smell spread through my nose and the taste became more and more intense.

My saliva flow increased due to these two foreign bodies in my mouth and therefore the taste was also spread and became stronger and stronger. I couldn't spit it out and somehow couldn't swallow it properly either. But when enough spit had collected for the first time, I had to gulp it down, together with ash, and only then did I notice the sharpness and the aftertaste in my throat. It immediately burned slightly from the ash and the extremely penetrating aroma that was released from the filters. I had to get rid of the filters somehow. They really radiate that. I tried two more times, collected spit and tried to swallow one of the filters, but I just couldn't do it. I had to use my tongue to somehow push them against my teeth and deform them, which of course meant that my mouth just tasted and smelled like an ashtray, only really bad.

I just couldn't swallow and I felt increasingly disgusted. It was just too much for me.

But then the scare started again. Heels, the same direction as just now, but more. The balcony door opened and several female voices spoke in a jumble, more than just now. My heart dropped as I overheard snippets of conversation while glasses were apparently being placed on the table above me and cigarette packs and lighters were being passed around. Without warning, they sat down and immediately banged their feet on the supports, which was incredibly painful.

From the conversation of 3 girls I didn't know, I heard that there would be no party for the time being because another lady had probably just canceled her trip and Alina was the hostess. How could she do that?

Bottles were opened, glasses of champagne poured and nobody gave a damn about me. Alina even brought 2 chairs onto the balcony and all 4 of them were smokers. I panicked a little because I heard lighters four times. In the minutes that followed, I was literally flooded with ash.

Each of them would just ash off into my mouth. In the meantime, this always turned me on enormously, but the taste and smell were so intense, as was the feeling in my mouth with these two filters. But then the first two smoldering cigarettes fell down and burned my flesh again until they were extinguished. Another one shortly afterwards. I felt so miserable and Alina didn't care at all.

They toasted each other, drank and talked, I was in the middle of it all and suffered. Then the fourth cigarette went into my mouth and I heard another lighter. I struggled with the ash and the filters, my eyes watered with pain after a short time and the taste was just a horror. No one above me cared.

More ash and the sound of the lighter again. When I heard Alina laughing loudly and glasses and things being put down on the table again and again, I switched off a little.

I had a mouthful of 6 cigarette butts, the aroma of which more than just spread, as intense as it was, I thought it would burn into my flesh. Ashes were flicked off again and again and I quickly lost track of how many fags were up there.

However, I had no choice but to somehow try to swallow the already processed cigarette butts while my tongue wildly picked up the other filters and cigarette remains. However, a steady stream of ash trickled into my mouth and sucked up more and more spit. Cigarette 7 and 8 followed in quick succession into my mouth and kept me from swallowing a single stub. I urgently needed to step on the gas. There was no other way around this filth than to eat it. I kept working, but above me they made every effort to make it harder and harder for me. Fag 9 fell in on its own, just in time for me to choke as I was about to finally choke down a stub.

But I realized that my throat construction was actually preventing me from coughing properly. So I just choked and breathed harder somehow. It was totally unpleasant but I got myself under control, only to get a chewing gum in my mouth straight away and, of course, another fag. After that there was at least a short break. I had 9 fags in my mouth. It was so disgusting. My olfactory world now only knew ashtrays. It burned incredibly in my mouth and throat, because I kept swallowing some of the ash slurry that simply absorbed my saliva. There didn't seem to be a cigarette burning upstairs at the time, so I took the opportunity to continue crumpling the filter and swallowing it. Then I heard something horrible, which wasn't to be the last bad thing I heard that evening:

"So Nina will be here in about an hour and can drive us," one of the girls suggested. Another replied: "Good, that's fine, we've got alcohol, we've got a lot of fags, let's step on the gas and use it all up until she gets here, cheers girls!" They clinked glasses and 4 fags were lit at the same time. Right at that moment, I finally swallowed my first filter. It was unbearable, the ratio was simply overwhelming. Ash rained down on me and turned my mouth into a dry, oozy desert full of filters.

After a few minutes, what had to happen came. The girls had smoked their cigarettes while drooling and somehow they got in each other's way

"One after the other" said my ex cheekily and I could literally feel her first filter fall into my mouth. The ash extinguished it, followed by three more butts, two of which were not extinguished but burned merrily away. I had to breathe in the smoke until they were out. However, I worked hard to somehow stow the butts in my cheeks, as more and more would come. I wedged them behind my teeth where I could and held them in place with my tongue.

I also had a little more time to concentrate on my aching fingers, as they were constantly being crushed by these divas above me.

A few minutes later, another one started smoking. When was it finally going to stop?

It went on like this for a long time, about half an hour later, I had managed to eat 2 filters, but there were already 20 cigarettes in my mouth and it was getting really full. The ash piled up and every cigarette that was thrown into me while burning, and that was actually the case with every cigarette, smoked out in front of my nose so that I had to inhale the smoke.

By now everyone was a bit buzzed and one of the girls asked Alina when she was throwing away her fag, which got me into a lot of trouble.

"Tell me, can't your ashtray tube somehow get blocked in the table if we smoke so much here?" Aline shrugged it off quite casually:

"Haha, don't worry, I think there must be more than just the four of us!" That was the end of it and my consumption continued. With about 25 cigs in my mouth, it was really full and my tongue could hardly hold out, no liquid, absolute agony and Alina probably got up to go to the toilet.

The girls continued talking for a moment and then I heard rustling.

"What kind of bag is that?" one asked the other. I was to really regret what followed.

"Maren, can you intercept Alina at the toilet and somehow distract her in the apartment, haha, I have a great idea. She's probably only had the table since today or yesterday or something. And normally she always empties her ashtray here on the balcony into this tied plastic bag so that her garbage can doesn't stink of fags. I think that's easily 4 days she's been smoking properly. Let's see if the pipe really can't get blocked"

I wanted to escalate immediately when this Maren got up and did it. There was nothing I could do, then it started to rustle and I felt it. My mouth was stretched wide open and I was totally  defenceless, all the cigarette butts I had smoked so far and all the ashes were nothing compared to what was coming. The ash didn't just trickle down from above, no, it seemed to me as if someone had thrown a scoop of sand into the ashtray shaft. Countless filters and a huge pile of ash poured into me and there was nothing but nasty laughter above me. The pressure was so great that I got a whole pile of it down my throat and could hardly breathe, I even inhaled the ash. Cigarette butts pushed uncontrollably into my throat where they piled up. I choked against it, but that only led to some of it somehow getting into my gullet, where it somehow got stuck unpleasantly. Meanwhile, they continued to tip over me and threaded more and more cigarette filters through the little needle hole. There were so many of them, my carts were inflating as I tried to get as much as possible out of my throat. But I was able to give up seconds later because I was just being filled up, it was just hell that I couldn't do anything about.

But then it stopped as quickly as it had started, unfortunately not because the bag was empty, but because Alina and that Maren girl came back.

"Quick, put everything away again!" one of them whispered to the other. That wasn't supposed to be my salvation, but at least there was no more to follow. From above, they couldn't even see how  much there actually was. I was just filled up. The pile of ashes with filters had arrived under my nose and as soon as the other two were seated, the fags were lit again and glasses emptied.

There were still 20 minutes to go when one of them threw her cigarette down so awkwardly that it came to rest on the ash heap with the embers directly under my nose. The hot air, the intense smoke directly from the source, forced me to inhale everything and, because of the heat, to be really careful.

A few breaths later, another cigarette butt pressed this still smoldering one against my flesh and I could have screamed, but nothing happened. The embers were extinguished on my flesh. There was not a drop of liquid left in my mouth, my throat was simply blocked and further supplies kept coming from above, without mercy, without consideration, without the knowledge of what I had to do here. Everyone was already very buzzed. More and more often, the cigarettes came to rest very close to my nose and over time they filled me up so much that although the ash remained on the pile, my nose and nostrils were totally trapped in a pile of old filters.

Then it happened, another butt landed on the pile, was still burning, rolled so close to me that the embers were right under my nostril, it stayed there, burned the inside of my nose from the heat, I couldn't catch my breath because I had to blow slowly. I panicked and however it happened exactly, I suddenly swallowed a whole pile of soggy ash and butt filters. It was a huge lump that just went down my throat and disgusted me so much that I choked on it without success. As a result, everything slipped a little and the smoldering cigarette also slid down. Of course it remained burning in the pile but I actually choked down the girls' garbage. I felt as if a bomb had exploded in my stomach when the lump

downstairs, but I didn't get anything up, no matter how much I gagged uncontrollably. I didn't even notice how the girls upstairs went in one by one because I was retching so much. It was a real fit of disgust that kept me busy for minutes, with the gagging getting even more ash down my throat, the rapid breathing ensured that my partially constricted nose inhaled deep clouds of ash and I had the dirt all over me. My body just wanted to shake and to my later despair I didn't even realize that Alina had probably closed the lid at the top. I was able to piss, but I was too panicked and in agony. In addition, she suddenly started pushing like crazy on the hidden pump so that my butt plug inflated more than quickly. She just didn't stop and it pressed really hard in my ass. It also put a lot of pressure on my bladder, which I had hardly noticed the whole time because of my disgust and  agony. It was just awful. Alina kept on pumping until she couldn't pump any more and I continued to breathe quickly because I was simply at the end of my rope in this situation. Through the veil of torture, I heard the sounds of heels from the apartment and slowly realized what was happening again. They were calling for my ex-girlfriend, who was probably still smoking and sitting with me. "Yes, I'm coming!"

Then I realized that she was still smoking and was probably blowing out the smoke. I noticed that my bladder was open at the top and my cock was open at the bottom too, so I started to push. My bladder was pushing so hard through the butt plug that I seemed to be totally bloated. I really had to pee urgently and then it started, but just at that moment Alina opened the flap upstairs, disposed of her cigarette in my stuffed mouth and ran away. I was immediately condemned to not being able to pee, despite the terrible pressure.

"Enough peeing, good night!"

With that, she went into the apartment and closed the balcony door from the inside. The shutters were also pulled down and I was completely alone in the dark and totally full of stuff. For a few minutes I still hoped that she was just trying to scare me, but I realized more and more that they had really all gone away to celebrate. Alina didn't even know what else the girls had poured down my throat and that I hadn't even been able to pee in that short time.

After a few minutes, I had another attack of anger, panic and terrible disgust at what I had in my mouth. Nevertheless, I had no choice but to eat this dusty pile of fag waste in my mouth bit by bit, regardless of whether my stomach was burning or not. The following hours turned out to be a horrible ordeal for me, during which I kept thinking about how miserable I was and how much the ladies who had left me so exhausted were enjoying their evening.

Horribly, I somehow quickly came to terms mentally with being alone, even got excited about what was being done to me and found a rhythm, albeit a very disgusting one, in which I could get the garbage in my mouth down. It always took about 10-20 minutes, but by then I had always softened some of the filters and formed a slimy ball of ash that I could swallow. And so I spent the next few hours until seemingly well past midnight.

Like a machine, I worked my way through the garbage inside me, ignoring as best I could my bladder, my ass and my fingers, which were still aching hours later because they had been trapped by these beasts for so long.

My stomach was full to bursting as I continued to swallow and work and was completely surprised, totally tired and exhausted, to realize that I had really done everything. Only a few pieces of dirt slipped out, but I had all the filters. What a relief.

I sucked out my mouth unnecessarily and tried to get rid of all the dirt.

hoping I would get rid of the taste that way. I had hardly any spit and was totally thirsty after this long ordeal. I must have used up all my spit and the moisture in my body was just left in my bladder. But it was absolutely impossible for me to urinate with this thing.

But then the next shock, I heard heel noises again. Then the balcony door opened again and I heard the same female voices.

In the apartment, I heard that one of them wasn't feeling well and that Alina was probably in the bathroom with her.

"Bah I have to piss like this" said one of the ladies who stepped onto the balcony. There were now two of them. They sat down and the lighters were flicked on. Here we go again, I thought to myself. The hatch at the top opened and it was time to pee. In my excitement and cramped position, I didn't manage to pee straight away but as I got more ash in my mouth, I pushed and it worked. I was finally able to relieve myself.

I heard Alina shouting from inside that it would probably be a while yet.

"ma, shit. I really need to go too." The second one moaned and two fags landed in my gullet. Then we tidied up a bit.

"What are you doing?"

"Sorry, I can't stand it, and this is going down the drain too, I'm sure she won't notice!" I couldn't hear what was happening, but suddenly my mouth filled with liquid. It was warm and salty... PISS! It shot through my head. Without being able to defend myself, I swallowed and swallowed. It went on for such an excruciatingly long time. I just wanted to shake myself. Bah, that was so disgusting. I swallowed the cigarette butts unprocessed. They just flooded into me like that, just like an excessive amount of ash.

Change of perspective:

Alina's friend stood up again after peeing. She had pulled up her skirt and simply let her pee hole run onto the ashtray table. She grinned broadly and her other friend immediately stood up too. "Boar, that felt good," she said, sat down and lit another cigarette.

The second one did the same and she pissed herself right into the ashtray, he suffered and swallowed like crazy. His stomach was totally bloated.

When she stood up again, relieved, the next fag was lit and they sat down comfortably and smoked. Their feet were placed on the shelves, where they pressed on their victim's fingers.

"phew, now it smells like piss!" one of them complained.

But the other one, who had already tried to block the drain, was resourceful. Without further ado, she took the bag with the contents of Alina's ashtray and tipped it all into the ashtray.

Immediately the smell was absorbed by all the ash and butts.

Only one continued to suffer diligently. The cigarette butts from the bag and all the ash almost reached his nose and breathing was difficult. Nevertheless, more cigarette butts fell behind him and smoked him up. The two of them lit a fire against the smell and made sure that smoke was coming out of the cup. Then they closed it and went in and went home. At some point, Alina put her friend down on the couch.

She did a quick mental count as she grinned and looked at the balcony and the table where her ex- boyfriend was trapped. She reckoned he'd had to eat five fags each and didn't know what the others had done to him. She didn't care and went out onto the balcony to have another smoke herself. Each puff of the cigarette was somehow really enjoyable and the

Ashes as well. She threw the burning cigarette into his gullet, knowing full well that he would have to eat it. Next to her, she discovered a small old flower pot. She had swept up some dirt on her little balcony this morning. She picked it up and went into the bathroom. She simply peed in it instead of the toilet and crumpled up the toilet paper in shreds. Grinning, she ran out onto the balcony and tipped the pee, along with the swept up dirt and toilet paper, into the ashtray. But she swayed the pot a little to make sure it all went out and quickly tipped it in. Then she closed the lid cold as ice so that her ex could no longer pee and closed everything up to go to bed.