A note to my readers. This chapter has two graphic scenes of non-sexual violence, one directed at a helpless woman. If this bothers you, be forewarned. I plan on a more extensive "what has gone on before" than normal in part 4, so you can skip this one if you wish. There is also only two sex scenes, one of which has been intentionally written to be laughable, so you won't miss much if you choose to skip it.
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What has gone on before...
Since the lab accident, Cynthia Halverston has been unable to control the impulses to have sex with the men she encounters. Even more terrifying is that she wants whatever the men most strongly desire. Thanks to her friend Dave Reston, a CT scan of her brain was taken and a friendly doctor revealed that her sense of smell has been greatly enhanced and her 'sense of self' has been dying, especially when she sleeps, forcing her to take on the self she perceived, via smell, that men wanted from her. Before she and Dave can take steps to develop a cure, they are mugged and Cynthia is kidnapped by gang bangers, who allow her, after she fulfills their sexual fantasies, to fall asleep...
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Cynthia woke up, afraid, but not sure why. Lying quietly, she slowly became aware of her surroundings. She was lying on a mattress, but not in a bed. She was aware that she was covered in dried out stuff, was it cum? There was someone snoring against her back. She felt an urgency, but was not sure what it was about. Slowly reaching down to her crotch, she felt dried sex, lots of dried sex. She wondered why she didn't stink. In fact, she was nervous about what she could smell. She remembered thinking cough drops were something important. Why?
She lay quietly, trying to organize her thoughts, remember why she was afraid. As it pieced together slowly, she was frustrated by the holes that just would not fill in. She recalled that smelling men was dangerous, that it made her their sex slave in some way. Cough drops blocked her smell, especially the ones with those vapors that cleared your sinuses. Sleep bothered her. She was sure she wasn't supposed to sleep for some reason. Then the big one hit her.
She had been kidnapped! Someone important to her had been hurt, but she could not remember his name. The assholes had used her, fucked her until it hurt. She had let them, in fact encouraged them. The smell thing, it made her want to have sex, any sex, with any man. They had taken her cough drops, leaving her helpless! But, if smell made her a sex kitten, why was she not horny now? There was a man right beside her. This was important, she knew it. So was the fact that she didn't stink. Something was on the tip of her mind, something about her nose. Aha! You get used to smells and don't notice them anymore. Like being around horses a lot. You start to not smell their shit, since you were around it all the time. She was used to the rapist's smell, so she didn't go away.
Wait, that was important. She went away for some reason. When the sex urge hit, SHE went away and someone, or something else took over. Some other part of her? Was she psycho? Did she have a second mind inside her? If only she could remember clearly! Why could she not remember? She knew there was something else important she had to remember, something that was life important. Relax. Let it come. Breathe in. Breathe out. That's it. Let it come... Let it come... Meth! She was in a meth house! Poisons! Fumes! Brain damage! She had to get out!
Almost panicking, she rolled off the mattress as quietly as she could. Damn! She was naked. Looking around, she could not see any clothes, at least none that looked like she could wear them. The room she was in was filthy. Debris littered the floor and she could see bugs scurrying to hiding places. The man moaned, reaching in his sleep for where she was. He started to wake when she was not there.
"What? Hey bitch! Come back here. You blow me."
Cynthia backed up, her back against a wall. She shook her head.
"Come on pussy. I know you like it. That all you want for two days. Come to Raull, he give you what you need."
Sliding against the wall, she backed further away, groping for something, terror on her face.
"So, you want it hard. I can do hard."
He stood, naked himself, slowly approaching her. His cock was hard, precum glistened at the tip. He leered at her, a look that she give anything to wipe off his face. Her motion put her into a corner, trapped. Terrified, she slunk down to the floor, one hand raised in front of her, the other groping at the floor. Something hard and square was there. She grasped it in hope. Raull walked up, threatening her, "You go on your knee and blow my dick, or you get fucked after you bleed."
She swung what ended up being a broke chair leg. She was aiming for his head, trying to knock him out. Not being someone who fights regularly, she missed, the jagged end ripping across his throat instead. His torn jugular splattered blood all over the wall and Cynthia's body as the shocked drug cooker staggered back, trying futilely to keep the blood from pouring out of his body. He was passed out within a minute and dead in less than three, his blood forming an expanding pool of red on the floor. Flies buzzed on his body before the last breath stopped.
Cynthia sobbed for several minutes, her fear easing out with each tear and gasp. "He had friends." She thought, as she came to her senses. "I need to get out of here. But where? I don't even know where I am. And smells. Once I leave, I'll smell someone and become their sex fantasy."
While she could remember none of her life as a scientists at this point in time, she still had the scientific mind. She went through the house, grateful that he had been alone, looking at what was available to her. She found her clothes, though they were torn in places and barely covered the things that needed covering. The bra and panties were useless, torn in all the wrong places. Empty packages of allergy medicine, lighter fluid and fix-o-flat littered the floor of the outer room. In the kitchen were dirty pots, not all of which looked like they were used to cook food. She found some pine cleaner and when she sniffed it, the blast of scent drove all other smells from her nose. "I can use this." She thought.
With clothes on, she returned to the room with the mattress and found his clothes. Rifling his pockets she found a was of bills, $227 in various denominations. Beginning to worry about the return of the others, she stuffed the bills in her pants and went to the front door, cracking it to look outside. It was dark outside, how late she did not know. She could not see anyone, but there was a 7-11 sign about a block down, "Good," she thought, "I can get some cough drops and food. God I'm hungry. He said two days. Haven't they fed me at all? One more thing before I leave."
She went back to the kitchen and tripled some bags from 7-11. Inside, she put the bottle of pine cleaner, some cans of beer she found in the fridge and can of generic chili. She took a dishrag and soaked it in pine cleaner, tying it around her neck. The pine fumes invaded her nose, bringing water to her eyes. But, she could smell nothing else, and that was good. Prepared as well as she could, she went back to the door, saw the coast was clear, and walked out, heading for 7-11.
She thought she went unnoticed, but eyes from across the street watched her. Two cops on stake out evaluated her appearance and concluded 'hooker' finishing a job at the suspected meth house. By the time they would realize their mistake, Cynthia would be gone, leaving the murder of the cook an unsolved crime, though in all honesty, no one in the department would assign much importance to the death of a meth head at the hands of a hooker he tried to rough up.
