Laci's Potion, the Second Installment

When we last followed our girl's adventures with her special perfume, she was returning from a successful night. She had placed a male completely in her power, even to the point where he had done her bidding by actually nailing his cock and balls to a tabletop. As she left the scene of the intensely exciting encounter, she was fingering herself to her second orgasm of the night, while planning the next step on the road to exacting her long-awaited revenge.

As she awoke in her large water bed the next morning, Laci once again reviewed how easy it had been to capture the man and make him follow her orders to the letter. As she visualized him driving the nails through his balls, and then the head of his penis, imprisoning him to the wooden table, her hand was again busy. Again she felt the ecstasy that Mother Nature has given to women, as their just reward for being required to perpetuate the human race. She was sure that Mom wouldn't object if a few of the orgasms didn't result in babies. After all, men masturbated at the drop of a hat, so it was simple fairness that women should do the same.

She lay there in the warm afterglow of her third climax in twelve hours, and idly reviewed her plans for the next foray. She wanted to wait several days before capturing her second victim, not only to see if there had been any sort of police involvement, but also to let her anticipation and excitement grow. She knew that what she had planned for the second man would be even more arousing than the first, and was sure her orgasm would be that much better if it were delayed.

Several days passed while she continued working in her laboratory, her active mind engaged in improving the formula even more. She wanted to be able to apply the perfume to the back of her hand, and have it remain in a dilute state until she was ready for the final capture. That was more easily accomplished than she had imagined, and it happened because she remembered a type of magazine advertisement known as "scratch and sniff."

It was child's play for her to mix the potion in a dilute form, and then mix in incredibly small, hollow polymer balls. The balls were filled with the concentrated solution, and when she idly scratched her hand, they would be broken. The perfume would then become overpoweringly captivating to a male, and he would be in her complete power.

She experimented with the new potion by applying a small amount to the back of one hand, and then driving to a service station about fifty miles from her home. She had chosen a time of day when there would be few customers at the station, as she didn't want uninvited observers, especially if they were men who would become instantly lust-crazed, and try to gang-rape her.

She pulled up to the full-service pump and sat waiting for the attendant. The new mixture had been placed on the back of her left hand, and she lightly rested it against the top of the door, with the window open, as she sat there.

The attendant was quite young, probably no more than eighteen. Laci quickly dismissed him as a high-school dropout, unable to get a better job. She had little sympathy for any creatures of the male persuasion, and none at all for those who didn't try to improve themselves. This particular male would receive her special scorn, and she decided to make her visit an opportunity to humiliate him, rather than simply use him as a test subject.

The boy walked up beside her open car window and leaned down to say, "May I help you, ma'am?" That put his nose less than a foot away from her left hand, and she watched intently as his nostrils flared slightly. A look of momentary confusion passed across his face, and as he drew in another breath of the enticing scent, he said in a husky voice, "That's the best perfume I've ever smelled. I wish my girlfriend would wear it. Can you tell me where you bought it? Please?"

Laci smiled in satisfaction at his reaction, then casually gave him the name of the perfume that she had licensed a few years before. She was sure the kid would rush out to buy a bottle for his girlfriend, and that would mean another ten cents added to her royalty check.

After he had assured her he'd be sure to get some of the scent, he again asked what he could do for her. She told him to put $20.00 worth of premium in the tank, and then watched as he hurried to do so.

It was almost comical to her how he rushed back to wash the windshield, taking extra pains to stand as close as possible to her hand. As she casually checked out his jeans-covered crotch, she was sure she could detect a growing bulge there. That confirmed to her that the formula was still potent, and she was impatient to run the next test.

After spending as much time as he could standing beside her window, the attendant hurried back to the running hose and carefully stopped it at the correct amount. He then rushed back to Laci's window and again leaned close to her hand.

This time, the full potency of the formula hit him right between the eyes. During his absence, Laci had idly scratched the back of her hand, breaking the tiny globes and releasing the full-strength potion. As she held the $20.00 bill in that hand, the kid leaned closer and closer, almost as if drawn by the most powerful magnet in the world.

He began fervently kissing and licking her hand, while blushing as brightly as anyone she'd ever seen. When he tried to apologize, she said quietly, "There's no need to apologize. I'm glad you like my perfume. Does it make your little pecker hard to smell it?"

That seemed to increase his embarrassment even more, and he tried to speak but could only stammer a muffled, "Yes." She didn't need the confirmation, since a quick glance at his crotch revealed the tented condition of his jeans.

She smiled even more broadly when she saw another car pulling in behind hers, and said, "If you want to have sex with me, then earn it by jacking off. Take your little dick out of your pants and stroke it."

The kid stepped back far enough to give himself room to unzip his pants, and then struggled to pull out his engorged penis. As he began to pump his disgusting member, Laci drove away. Looking back at the scene in her mirror, she saw the other car pull up in the space where hers had been, and began to laugh as she imagined the reaction of the woman driver and her passengers.

Confident now that her plan was viable, she drove home, her mind busily engaged with reviewing her carefully-laid plans. She was now sure that any male she chose as her next victim would willingly, and probably enthusiastically, follow her orders to the letter, no matter how painful they would prove to be.

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Another two weeks passed, and Laci used the time to hone her scheme, and also to check the local newspapers and television news broadcasts for any reference, however slight, to a police report of a woman forcing a man to abuse himself. When nothing caught her attention after that much time had passed, she was sure that her first two victims had managed to cover up the true situation, probably out of embarrassment and shame. That suited her just fine, and she hoped that all the males she planned to capture in the future would react in the same manner.

By the time a full month had passed since she had entertained herself with the "carpenter", Laci's next excursion was ready to be put into motion. She had purchased a second wig and contact lenses that would change the color of her eyes. Entirely different makeup would be used this second time, further ensuring anyone who had seen her the first time would not recognize her.

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The following Saturday, Laci drove to the city and picked up the rental car as arranged. Again she rented a room at a poorly-lighted motel, being careful to specify one that was as far as possible from the office.

She had a leisurely dinner while carefully observing the way the other diners looked at her. Again she was satisfied that none of them had detected anything at all odd about her disguise, and her confidence peaked. She knew it was now time to begin her hunt.

After driving several blocks, Laci arrived at her chosen hunting ground. She had decided to select her prey at a bowling alley this time, for a very special reason. Her father had been (and probably still was, for all she knew) an avid bowler. In fact, it had been his practice to refer to his disgusting penis as "my number 10 pin" whenever he forced it inside her child-sized vagina, and she still had nightmares about him saying that. She was sure it would give her extra satisfaction to introduce a fellow bowler to the pleasures of self abuse that night, and for that reason she'd chosen that location.

She had no intention of bowling, and indeed hadn't the slightest idea how to even play the mindless game. All she wanted to do was find an unattached male, and then capture him. After that, she'd just do what came naturally. Which, naturally enough, would involve his pain, and her pleasure.

As she stood inside the entrance of the building, she surveyed the people bowling and standing around other areas. There were many suitable males there, but nearly all of them were with others of their kind. She knew it would be more difficult to separate her victim from a group, so she continued to watch the crowd, hoping to find a loner.

As she waited there, the door opened and a man walked through. He was probably thirty years old, and Laci supposed that other women would have called him handsome. However, to her his air of self-assured superiority took precedence over anything else, and she immediately experienced an intense desire to destroy his good opinion of himself, in that special way that she could employ, but no other woman could.

She had dabbed some of the dilute formula behind her ears before leaving her car, and knew that all she needed to do was get within about six feet of the man in order to begin the process of capturing him. It didn't require any action on her part to do that, however, since he began to approach her, intent on making yet another conquest. His attitude was plain to see, and it was that he was a prime male and any female in the vicinity was his by right.

It gave her a special thrill in her crotch to think of this egotistical creature reduced to a pitiful shell of his former self, begging for her favors. She smiled as he approached, trying her best to appear as just another brainless cunt, glad to be favored with the attentions of this supreme specimen of manhood.

It was all she could do to stifle her laughter as she saw the immediate change in her prey's demeanor as he inhaled the first whiff of her scent. As with the other men, his nostrils flared as he tried to breathe in even more of the heavenly aroma. His eyes were fastened intently on her, and he was clearly struggling to remember his pick-up line that had always worked so well in the past.

Laci rescued him by cutting directly to the chase, saying softly, "I want to be alone with you. Let's step outside." Those simple words must have been the answer to his most fervent prayer, as evidenced by the moronic smile that crossed his face. His intense, "Yes", was all she needed to know that there was no escaping for him now. He was hers to do with as she would, and what she intended to do was going to be very exciting, indeed.

She took his hand and led him out the door. As soon as they were alone, she scratched the back of her hand to release the concentrated perfume. When she held it to his face, one breath was all it took for his eyes to glaze over, and his mouth to hang open. That was the signal that there was no reason to waste any more time, so she led him to her car. After opening the rear door, she ordered her captive to get inside and lie on the floor. She covered him with a blanket, then said, "If you want to fuck me, don't even think about peeking. If you make even the slightest noise, I'll find some other man to have sex with." She then closed the door and walked around to the driver's side and got in the car.

The drive to her motel room took less than 15 minutes, and at no time did she hear anything from her prisoner. She had been careful to spray some of the scent on the blanket before entering the bowling alley, and knew the man was probably delirious from arousal by that time. That would make it much easier to have her way with him that night.

After parking as close as possible to her room, she opened the rear door and ordered the man to get out. One quick glance at her captive's face was all that was needed to confirm her supposition that he was still her prisoner. His face was almost completely blank of any expression other than unbridled lust. His eyes were so glazed as to be almost clouded. His mouth was partially open, and his breathing was short and rapid. All-in-all, he seemed to be nothing more than a male animal in heat. Laci knew he would do whatever she told him, and that was quickly confirmed as she ordered him to undress as soon as the motel door closed behind them.

The poor thing almost tore the clothes from his body in his haste to please her. In a matter of seconds, he stood before her completely naked, with his engorged penis bobbing up and down and leaking a seemingly endless stream of its disgusting slime. Laci felt a wave of revulsion sweep over her, and her resolve to punish the creature for having such an ugly thing hanging off his body was redoubled. She said simply, "Get on the bed."

The man groaned in anticipation and hurried to do her bidding. He hesitated for a split second as he saw the plastic sheeting that she had draped over the bed on her earlier visit, but then quickly lay flat on it. His revolting member seemed to be even larger than ever, and the pre-cum was now dripping steadily from the thing as it bobbed like a metronome.

Laci then began talking to him, reciting the words she'd spent so long rehearsing while she anticipated this very moment. She knew the next few minutes were crucial to the success of her entire venture, for if she could make this man follow her instructions then she would have no problems gaining the same sort of co-operation from the men to follow.

"I would never let a man have sex with me unless he'd proved himself to be very brave. Are you willing to prove to me how brave you are? Will you do whatever I ask of you? If you won't, you can just leave now."

The expression of the victim's face was priceless. He clearly wanted nothing more than to fuck this oh-so-beautiful, this so wonderful, this extremely sexy woman. However, she now seemed to be saying that he'd have to "prove" himself before she'd allow it. His befogged brain and his lust-filled body were screaming at him to do whatever it took to please her, and he nodded vigorously. His throat was so tight, and his mouth so dry, that he could barely utter a sound. Finally he panted, "Yes! Please! I'll do anything!"

Laci then directed him to sit on the bed with his back against the headboard. Although confused by her instructions, and distracted by his lust, he obeyed her. She then reached in her large handbag and pulled out a small jar, half filled with clear liquid. After placing it on the nightstand beside the bed, she again placed her hand in the purse.

This time what she drew forth caused a momentary look of fright to pass over the man's face, for he obviously recognized the thing, and that understanding warred openly with his arousal. Laci held the thing between them, reveling in the look of fear it produced. She had lovingly inspected it many times as she made her plans for this hunting trip, and every tiny feature was engraved in her memory as she looked at it again.

It was about six inches long, with a tubular handle. The whole thing was chrome plated, and gleamed in the light from the table lamp. However, the part that shone the brightest was the specially-shaped razor blade attached to one end. Any boy who had ever worked on models would immediately recognize it as an X-Acto knife, and would know that it was a very good tool for carving and cutting almost anything.

She said simply, "I want your left nut. If you want to fuck me, cut it off and put it in the jar. Do it now, and then you can stick your big cock in my tight little pussy." Her crude words seemed to inflame him even more, if possible, but there was still hesitation in his manner as he slowly extended his hand toward hers.

At last he grasped the knife. Again he hesitated, as if unsure what to do. Laci helped him by saying, "Spread your legs as wide as you can. Slice open your sac on the left side, but don't go too deep. I don't want my trophy to be damaged. Hurry. My pussy is dripping wet, and it wants your cock in it right now. Do it!"

His reluctance was evident as he slowly spread his legs, then moved his hand toward his crotch. Laci realized he needed more motivation to do as she had ordered, and again scratched the back of her hand. She held it under his nose, saying, "Breathe deeply. Smell my wonderful scent."

Following one intake of air, his face cleared of all warring emotions. To her intense satisfaction, he once again displayed only lust and craving. His hand quickly brought the knife to his crotch, and he very carefully drew the tip of the blade along the left side of the sac.

Laci had found a video on the Internet which was a closeup of a man being castrated, so she was not entirely surprised by what she saw. As the point of the blade made the incision, a tiny trail of blood followed it. What was different this time, though, was that her victim had a hardon. That made his skin taut, and as it was split open it separated. The white membrane that contained his left nut was then exposed to her avid gaze, and she eagerly urged him to cut it open also, again instructing him to avoid cutting her prize.

As soon as the membrane parted, she could see the pinkish-gray thing, and her feeling of revulsion and hatred seemed to redouble. There peeking out of its lifelong home was the part of a male that drove his life, and that had motivated her brother, and then her father, to rape her ten-year-old body. It was all she could do to keep from grabbing the knife and stabbing the thing repeatedly to punish it.

With a shaking voice, she whispered, "Squeeze it out. Hurry! I want to see it."

Using his left hand, her captive roughly forced the nut from its hiding place. She ordered him to stretch it out in front of his body, and after taking a few seconds to look closely at the repulsive thing, she again reached in her handbag.

This time she brought out a spool of black thread. Working quickly, with hands that were trembling with her own arousal, she wrapped the thread several times around the cord that still connected the orb to the man's crotch. After pulling it as tight as she could without breaking it, she tied a simple knot.

She made him use the knife to cut the thread above the knot, then picked up the jar from the table. She quickly unscrewed the lid, knowing her ability to concentrate was almost at an end. Her rapid, ragged breathing, and the feeling of intense burning in her pussy signaled that she was close to cumming, and she knew she must hurry to the end of this drama.

Holding the jar toward the man, she said in a husky whisper, "Cut it off! Hurry! Put it in here! Do it now!"

With no hesitation whatsoever, he lowered the knife and placed the cutting edge against the tied-off cord. One swipe was all that was required to free his ball, and he then dropped it into the liquid, all the while groaning and gasping with the pain he'd given himself.

With her last ounce of concentration, Laci replaced the lid, screwing it down tightly. With that done, she dropped the container on the bed. Her legs seemed to have a will of their own, and clenched together tighter than at any time in her life. Her vagina began to spasm then, and her orgasm swept over her in wave after wave of ecstasy.

She had no way of knowing how long the climax lasted, but she was sure it had been the longest and most intense of her life. Her body was spent, and it took several moments for her to find the strength to raise her head and look at the man who had been the author of her intense pleasure.

His head was hanging low, as the warring emotions of lust and pain fought to overcome him. He was looking at Laci through half-closed eyes, and his mouth was hanging open, drawing in ragged breaths. He was moaning without stopping, and as she looked at his still-raging penis, she knew his arousal was still dominant. She gave a fleeting thought to giving him relief with her hand, but decided he hadn't earned that much consideration.

Instead of doing that, she pulled a small bottle from her purse and removed the lid. The stench of chloroform pervaded the air, and she held her head well away from the bottle. Holding it under his nose, she said, "Breathe this."

He was already on the verge of unconsciousness, and a single inhalation pushed him over. His body slumped sideways, and his eyes closed as sleep overtook him.

Laci then looked at his crotch, still spread wide. She could see a small pool of blood on the plastic sheeting, and was surprised there wasn't more of the stuff. The incision was dripping slowly, but certainly not as much as she had expected. She decided it was for the best, since it would mean the session was not really all that life-threatening. That in turn would diminish the police involvement. That also was good.

Even though the blood loss wasn't much, she still followed through with her carefully made plans. She had brought three heavy-duty clothespins with her, and she used them to pinch together the edges of the incision. She was pleased to see the blood flow stop almost entirely.

In a matter of moments, she had gathered up her belongings and was out the door. She drove slowly away from the motel, secure in the knowledge there was literally no way for anyone to ever trace her from what evidence could be found in the room. Her disguise altered her appearance drastically from what she actually looked like. The gloves she had worn all day meant there were no fingerprints in either the room or the rented car. The plastic sheeting and the clothespins had been purchased weeks before, in another city. All that meant that the effort required to connect her with the castrated man would demand DNA testing, and that was certainly too time-consuming and expensive for the police to use in a case where the man had obviously cooperated, even to the point of wielding the knife with his own hand. She doubted there was any way to be any safer.

As had happened the first time, when she drove home that night she reviewed the intensely exciting scenes she'd witnessed. There was no doubt in her mind now that a captive male would follow any orders she gave him, and when the next hunt had been completed there was certain to be another type of trophy in her jar. Just the thought of that caused her to fantasize about what the third victim would do to himself, and the result was that her hand once again strayed to her crotch.