Laci's Potion

Our heroine, Laci, was not beautiful by any stretch of the imagination. Any man looking at her with an appraising eye would see a young woman in her late-twenties, with a shapely figure featuring perky breasts. He'd probably characterize her as "interesting", and worth a second look if he couldn't find something better. What he wouldn't be able to see was the seething hatred boiling in her brain, a hatred for all males old enough to get their peckers hard. It was that hate that drove her every thought, and that had provided the direction for her life ever since she was ten years old.

It was the night of her tenth birthday when her older brother had come to her bed, and after threatening her with death if she made a sound, had used her body for his pleasure. Her breasts had already begun to bud by that time, but her little vagina was in no way ready for penetration by a teenage cock. The pain and humiliation she felt then, and during the many nights that followed, became the focus of her life.

Her pain and humiliation only increased when she finally worked up enough courage to talk to her mother about what was being done to her. She received only minimal sympathy, and about the only solution the woman offered was to say that she'd talk to Laci's father about it.

When her father came to Laci's room that night, after she'd bathed and climbed in bed, she expected to receive, if not sympathy, support. She was sure her father would tell her he'd put a stop to the brotherly visits. Instead, the man slowly pulled down the covers and looked at his daughter lying there in her nightie. As he softly caressed her tiny breasts, he said, "You just can't expect any man to ignore how sexy you are, sweetie."

He then pulled the nightgown over her head and proceeded to demonstrate the difference between the cock of a 14-year boy and a full-grown man. As he entered her and pushed his penis deeper and deeper, he held his hand over her mouth to stifle her screams. She finally entered a state of semi-consciousness, and had no idea when her father finally left her bed. She did know, however, that her hatred for men and their hateful dicks was all-consuming.

Her brother and father alternated nights in her bed from then on, except for the times when they both showed up. By the time she entered puberty two years later, her pussy was as stretched as any mature woman. Her mother, who had been complicit in Laci's rapes for the entire time, then ordered her daughter to begin taking birth-control pills so that, in her words, "We won't have any little bastards running around for me to take care of."

By the time she was 16, Laci had been living in the world of her mind for many years. She found little pleasure in human relationships, and spent all her free time reading and studying. She was determined to make the most of her brain, and use it to escape from her situation. Because of her efforts, she qualified for early graduation from high school, and also had her choice of scholarships to several colleges.

She had known what she wanted to do with her life ever since she had taken a high school biology class. When the teacher had discussed the fact that many male animals were controlled by hormones and pheromones, her plans solidified. She would direct her talents toward the field of biochemistry, specifically that part of the discipline that dealt with chemicals and their effect on the male brain.

By the end of her sophomore year, Laci had already completed all requirements for her Bachelor of Science degree, and she decided to remain one more year to get her Masters degree. Her thesis research led to the discovery of an entirely new chemical compound that, when added to secret proportions of rose oil and alcohol, produced a perfume that men found more attractive than those sold by the large manufacturers.

To protect her patent rights to the compound, she changed the direction of her thesis research, never mentioning her development to anyone. One week after graduation, she was in the office of a small domestic perfume company, wearing her new scent. Since it was a small company, she met directly with the owner, and fortunately for her, that person was a man.

He immediately recognized the possibilities of Laci's perfume, and tried to buy the formula from her. Our girl had done her research, though, and knew that the real money was in royalties, and not in outright selling of a formula. After several hours of negotiations, the man finally agreed to write a contract giving Laci a small percentage of each sale, and she signed on the bottom line. From that time on, whenever a $35 bottle of the perfume was purchased, she received a dime.

That may sound like small potatoes to the uninitiated, but she knew, as any economist would, that royalties mount up. She also knew that her formula would soon become the best-selling perfume ever put on the market. Suffice it to say that the dimes became dollars, and the dollars became royalty checks. By the end of the first year of production, Laci was already a millionaire.

Instead of retiring to live on her assured income, she used it to build a world-class biochemical laboratory. The only thing different about this one, though, was that Laci was the only person working there. Her research, as always, was directed toward her long-sought goal: to find a pheromone that would turn men into her slaves. Every effort, every late night experiment, had that single goal, and even then, it took almost two years of constant effort to reach it.

Finally, Laci believed she had perfected her formula to the point that it was ready for field testing, and she put in motion a plan she had been devising and polishing for a long time. As the first step, she called a motel in the nearby large city and reserved a room for the coming weekend, using a credit card that had been applied for by using a proxy service offered by a detective agency. She was sure that the card couldn't be traced to her.

The next thing for her to do was to reduce the amount of the formula to just a few molecules. She wanted the perfume to attract men, but she didn't want them to fall all over her until she'd made her selection. She'd carry a second bottle of more concentrated scent to apply when her intended victim was alone with her, and then she'd know once and for all if it would serve her purposes.

On the morning of the day when her scheme would finally come to fruition, Laci awoke early, excited by her anticipation of the events which were about to unfold. She mixed the two bottles of her special perfume and placed them in her large handbag, along with some other supplies she'd need that night. She carefully donned the wig that would completely cover her own short hair, arranging it carefully to appear natural.

She had purchased tinted contact lenses to take the place of her own eyeglasses, and knew from trying them once before that they would dramatically change her eye color. A bright lip gloss, which she never wore, was then applied. As she surveyed the results in her mirror, Laci was convinced that no one would ever be able to identify her from a description of the person she now saw before her.

The final step had also been carefully planned, and as with the perfume, was a result of her biochemical studies. She had made more than just the one invention, had our clever girl, and it was one of the others that she now used to completely obscure her identity from any investigators.

This other invention was based on a monomer plastic, and it had made her almost as wealthy as had the perfume. To use it, a person simply immersed his or her hands in the plastic solution, and then let them dry for less than a minute. The result was a set of plastic gloves, only a few molecules in thickness. Surgeons and others in the health-care professions marveled over the gloves, saying that the feel of them was as if they were not wearing any at all. Laci didn't care about the natural feeling. What she sought was the lack of fingerprints that would be left by a person wearing the gloves, as well as the fact that they were completely invisible to other people.

Her preparations complete, Laci drove the thirty miles to the city. She parked a few blocks away from a car rental agency, and after walking to the business, picked up a car she'd reserved a few days before.

Her next step was to have lunch, and test her disguise for the first time in a public setting. She was sure she'd know by the reactions of others if any flaws in her appearance were noticeable.

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The lunch was a complete success, and she then felt confident when facing a person on a face-to-face basis. After driving to the motel, she confirmed her reservations with the desk clerk, and picked up the room key. She made a quick visit to the room, placed her special equipment in the drawer of a wooden table there, and departed for a shopping trip.

Laci returned to the room after dinner in a restaurant, and after going over all her preparations to make sure everything was ready, she double-checked her disguise. Her confidence at a peak, she left the room and drove to a singles bar, arriving there after the evening crowd had grown to capacity.

Laci had applied a few drops of the dilute perfume, and she tested its effect by walking around the room. To her immense satisfaction, every male head within six feet of her immediately turned with interest evident in their eyes. Several of the men tried to strike up conversations with her, and she chatted absently with them until she had made her choice of a victim for this night's experiment. She began to concentrate her attention on the man, to the chagrin of her other devotees.

Laci wanted to get the fellow alone before applying the full-strength perfume, because she was sure she'd be unable to fight off the crowd of men who would gather around her if she did so in the club. To that end, she suggested that the two of them should "get some air", and he was quick to agree.

Once outside the club, Laci said she wanted to renew her perfume, and took the second bottle out of her purse. She dabbed a couple drops behind her ears, and was gratified to see the man's nostrils flare as he inhaled the scent. His eyes became vacant, and his mouth opened slightly as his breathing quickened. She surreptitiously glanced at his crotch, and was pleased to see a growing bulge there. As she had hoped it would, the formula had captivated the man, and he was in her power. She would not hesitate to use that power to take the test to the next level, and immediately fulfilled his wildest dreams by saying, "I have a motel room just a few blocks from here. Shall we go there?"

He was almost overcome with joy at her suggestion, and immediately agreed. Laci pointed out her car, and told him to follow her to the motel. She hoped that the pheromone wouldn't wear off while he was separated from her, but she had confidence the stuff would last for the few minutes it would take.

As soon as they stepped out of their separate vehicles at the motel, she stood close to the man so he could renew his "fix" of pheromones. He was practically panting with lust as she unlocked the door to the room, and as soon as they were inside he held her close and kissed her passionately. The intimacy immediately brought forth memories of being molested as a child, and it was all she could do to contain her disgust and revulsion. Those feelings served to steel her resolve to continue with the test.

She said, "I want to see you naked. Get undressed." The poor fellow was so much enthralled by the scent that he didn't hesitate at all. He quickly shed his clothes, and in a matter of seconds was standing before her, his engorged penis bobbing up and down and leaking his disgusting pre-cum. Laci was almost overcome with hatred of his genitals, and struggled to control herself.

Her plan was set in motion by her next words. "Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to stick your cock in my pussy?" Her use of such earthy language seemed to arouse the man even further, if such a thing were possible. He struggled to speak, finally assenting by nodding his head and issuing a husky, "Yes. Please."

Laci had practiced her response, and with no hesitation said, "Then you'll have to prove yourself worthy of me. I refuse to have sex with any man who is a coward. Will you do what I ask in order to prove to me how brave you are?" That seemed to produce a momentary confusion in him, but his lust again asserted its dominance, and he whispered, "Yes. I'll do anything you want. Anything at all."

She overcame her disgust with his member long enough to grip it tightly in one hand and lead him to the nearby table. She was sure that her touch would further inflame him, and any shred of reluctance he may have had would vanish.

Laci told him to turn away from the table, and when he had done so she opened the drawer and took out three pieces of clothesline rope, each about six feet long, and with a slipknot tied in one end. She laid the cords on the tabletop, and then knelt in front of her would-be lover. Her hands reached up to his crotch and began to squeeze and pull on his sac, and soon it was hanging loose. When she was satisfied with their condition, she said, "Now hold your balls tightly and pull them as far apart as you can get them." That the man was completely under her spell, and in the grip of his lust, was demonstrated as he quickly followed her instructions.

When the nuts were widely separated, Laci slipped a cord over each and tightened the knot. She then ordered him to face the table, on the side opposite the drawer. She lay the cords on the tabletop, and as soon as the man was in position she used all her strength to pull them to opposite corners and tie them to the table legs. As the man looked down at his imprisoned balls, he saw they were stretched almost six inches from his body, and were at least that far apart. His whimpers of pain only served to excite Laci, and she was pleased to see that his cock was still erect and throbbing. His continuing excitement was evident from the drop of pre-cum that fell to the table.

She next took a ball gag from the drawer, and walked around behind the man. She whispered, "Open your mouth", and he did so with no hesitation. The gag was soon in place, and Laci walked back to the other side of the table once more.

She asked in a husky, lust-filled whisper, "Are you ready to prove just how much of a man you are. You have to show me how brave you are before you can have me." Unable to speak, he nodded his head. The excitement which was evident in his eyes faded just a little bit when Laci again reached in the drawer, this time bringing forth a claw hammer and three nails. As understanding dawned in his eyes, the man's expression momentarily flashed with fear.

Laci had been anticipating that moment, and she again opened the bottle of her special perfume. Placing a drop of the liquid on her fingertip, she rubbed it beneath the man's nose, and was pleased to see his fear immediately replaced with nothing but raw lust. She knew that he'd do anything she asked of him, thinking it would earn him the right to have sex with her.

She ordered, "Pick up the hammer. Hold one of the nails on top of your right nut. Drive the nail through your nut and into the tabletop. Do it now!"

There was the slightest hesitation as he picked up the hammer in his right hand, but none at all as he held one of the nails pressing into the top of his right teste. As she stared in rapt fascination, he raised the hammer and brought it down against the head of the nail.

The point was driven about halfway through by the first blow, and even as he gasped in pain and tears began to flow from his eyes, the man did not hesitate at all to strike again and again. At last the nail was firmly seated in the wood, and only the head was visible.

Laci struggled to speak, finally able to gasp out, "The other one! Hurry! Nail it too! Do it now!" The second nail was quickly held in position, atop the left nut this time. With no other prompting, the man began to drive the nail through his ball and into the tabletop.

Unable to stop herself, Laci pushed her hand down inside her pants and began fingering herself. As she stared at the impaled balls, and at the man standing there waiting for her next instructions, she began to cum. She had been fingering herself to climax for several years, but that particular orgasm was the best she'd ever had. Deep in her mind, she knew that there would be many more to follow in the days to come, as she used the special perfume to make slaves of men.

When she finally recovered from her orgasm, Laci saw that the man had placed both hands on the table, and was leaning heavily on them. His face was contorted with the pain he was feeling, and it fought with the lust the perfume had induced in his brain. She gave him a couple minutes to recover, knowing that the pain would subside and the lust would once again dominate him.

At last she said, "There's one more nail there. Can you guess where I want you to put it?" With pain, anguish, and lust warring on his face, the man nodded his head in resignation.

She picked up the third cord and placed the slipknot behind the head of the cock, tightening it in place. She closed the drawer, and then threaded the free end of the cord through its handle. After pulling the cord as hard as she could, she tied it to the handle, and said simply, "Do it. If you want to have sex with me, show me how brave you are."

Even through the gag, his whimpers of fear were evident as he picked up the remaining nail and held the point against the top of his cock head. He looked imploringly at her, hoping for a reprieve, but there was none.

As she stared intently, he raised the hammer and struck the first blow to the nail. She could distinctly hear the point strike the tabletop, and knew that it had completely penetrated his dick. With no further urging, the man struck the nail twice more, until the nail head touched the cock head.

Laci saw him drop the hammer, then slump forward over the table. She was sure he'd passed out from the pain, and although that hadn't been part of her original plan, she saw no reason to slap him awake. She simply picked up the hammer, walked out the door and drove away. She knew that the maid would unlock the door in a few hours, and the humiliation the man felt then would probably be as great as the pain he'd given himself. She laughed silently as she envisioned him explaining his predicament.

After returning the rental car, and walking to her own vehicle, Laci drove home completely satisfied with the results of her experiment. She now knew that the pheromone would make a man do anything a woman ordered. She was already planning the next stage as she drove past a hardware store on the edge of town. A display of hedge clippers caught her eye, and she idly wondered to herself, "I wonder if maybe those would be more fun than the knife I'd been thinking about."

As she drove along, she envisioned her next victim standing naked in front of her. His severed balls were laying at his feet, and he was holding the clippers, jaws widespread, around his raging hardon. She decided it'd be safe enough to drive with one hand on the deserted highway, and slowly worked the other inside her trousers.