A Scent of Seduction
By Thomas V. Accardo ©2001
I was working the late shift again. Not as bad as most people think. My work finished, I got on the train that would take me home. Despite the late hour, it was fairly crowded and I scrambled to get one of the few empty seats. It was only a few seconds before her presence overtook me.
The first thing I noticed was the scent. She was sitting adjacent to me and was wearing the most alluring perfume imaginable. But it wasn't just the perfume. Mixed with it was her own natural scent -- heavenly pheromones more intoxicating than the most beautiful flower. Combined with the perfume, it was more than any man could bear and I was allured to her like a fly to honey. It instantly triggered an intended reaction in me and I was overwhelmed. She couldn't fool me. I knew exactly what she was up to and was more than willing to play her little game.
I glanced in her direction and noticed that she was already glancing in mine, and the little smile on her face indicated that she knew she had already ensnared me. Her eyes said hello and much more, as I'm sure mine did as well. She gently placed her hand on my thigh and kept it there. Not a word between us, just the scent. As the minutes went by, the train quickly arrived at, and then passed my stop, heading toward the more desolate and dangerous part of the city. Finally, as the train slowed as it approached another station, she quickly got up and went to the door. Her eyes beckoned me to join her but it was the scent that drew me to her. Ah, that wondrous scent. I joined her and as the doors opened, we exited the train together.
We walked several blocks. Again, not a word between us as she led me to her home. The streets were deserted except for the gentle wind that accompanied us. In a few minutes we reached a small house. While it wasn't in the best condition, it was certainly in better shape than most of those we had passed on our way from the train station. She fumbled with the keys in her bag as we approached the front door, and after it was opened, she led me inside.
The modest furnishings conveyed a simple but comfortable lifestyle. I began to wonder what sort of life she led. Did she have anyone special in her life? How did she make a living? How often did she lead strange men to her home? But all of this became unimportant since I had more serious matters on my mind. I wanted to get down to business as soon as possible. I started to speak but she promptly pressed her fingers to my lips.
"Sssh," she said, "the children aren't up yet." I should have questioned that comment for many reasons, but in my eagerness to fulfill my desire, I said nothing. I was looking forward to only one thing. I motioned that we should go upstairs, but instead she took my hand and led me to the basement.
At the bottom of the steps was a small room typical of any other basement. It was cold and damp and had that basement kind of smell. A single, low-wattage bulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling provided a minimal amount of light. There were two closed doors leading elsewhere or nowhere. Scattered in various places was the usual clutter you'd expect in a basement, and along the far wall was a small bed. Still holding my hand, she led me to it, her aroma stronger than ever. We each began to undress, and within a minute our naked, writhing bodies were entangled on the bed.
It was the hottest, most intense sex I've ever had. I can't deny that. Passionless, guiltless, animalistic, it served only one purpose for the both of us. It satisfied our lust. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't know how long it lasted, but with the sex out of the way, now came the awkward part. How did I proceed from there? What was the next step? I was still new to this whole thing and I wanted to make sure I left without messing things up. After all, I was taking a risk going there and didn't want any sort of trouble. I came here for only one thing and wanted to make sure nothing else happened.
We held each other and looked into each other's eyes for a few moments. "It's chilly down here," she said. "Would you be a dear and get a blanket from the closet over there, love?" She motioned toward one of the closed doors. I had to admit it was chilly, as the only thing that separated our sweat soaked bodies from the cold basement air was a thin sheet. I got out of bed and shuddered across the room to the closet. I opened the door but could see nothing, only darkness beyond.
"It's toward the back on the shelf," she called from across the room. I took a tentative step into the blackness of the closet and found myself falling. I must have tumbled down ten or fifteen feet before I landed in what appeared to be some sort of net. "Well this is different," I thought. Still in total darkness, I called out to the woman whose name I still did not know, but there was no reply. I think I was more distraught that I had allowed myself to get into this situation than I was frightened. I should have been more careful.
I began to move about and realized that the netting was covered in some sort of sticky substance. As I tried to free my naked body, I realized that the more I moved the more I became stuck, so I stopped thrashing about. Once again I called up to the woman and once again got no response. Some time had passed when I heard the woman giggling above me. I remained silent, not calling out for help or begging for release. I wanted to play the game my way now. The giggling faded as the woman withdrew back into the basement room.
A strange, green iridescent glow materialized from the pit that I could now see I was suspended over. My fears were confirmed. It wasn't a net I was stuck in. The web was hung on an angle. To the left of me were the remains, mostly bones, of some of her other lovers. Below me was an eggsac, quivering and ready to hatch open. I guessed that within a few minutes my naked body would be teaming with hundreds of hungry, baby spiders each the size of a child's hand. It was time to act.
Despite the awkward position I was in, the transformation was still easy. As my body expanded and stretched in some places, collapsed and folded in others, the eggsac began to open. Despite the stickyness of the web, it was no match for the talons on my feet or the claws on the tips of my wings. I sliced through the web and was hovering above it, my attention focused on the tasty delights emerging from the eggsac.
I moved toward it and began plucking the infant spiders off one by one. Unable to satiate my hunger fast enough, I plunged my beak into the center of the eggsac and began gobbling as fast as I could. Dozens of spiders crawled onto my face biting furiously, but the layer of thick feathers prevented them from doing any harm.
The web had been weakened from the damage I had caused when freeing myself, and the added pressure I applied to it while feeding caused it to start sagging. Before it collapsed completely I withdrew my beak from the almost empty sac. A high-pitched shriek came from above me as Mommy realized what had happened to her children. I swooped up to the opening, from which the other side served as a closet door, stepped through it, and proceeded to hunt for the real prize of the evening.
She was cowering in the corner, trying desperately to complete her own transformation. On her abdomen, spider appendages had combined with human ones. Additional eyes sprouted on her distorted face, but it was to no avail. Even if she could finish the transformation I would still be able to defeat her. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of achieving her spider form. Instead, she would die a hideous hybrid, caught between a susceptible human form and the godlike insect she though she was.
The she-thing tried to shriek again but no sound came out. As I tore off some of her limbs, her eyes gave way from a look of fear to one of defeat and humiliation. She had finally been overpowered and outsmarted. Now it was her turn to be the victim. Now it was her turn to die. As I ripped off her head I breathed in her fragrant scent one more time. I got much satisfaction watching her body wither into lifelessness and laughed at the thought that she would use me to feed her young rather than to feed herself.
Eating as much of her as I could, I transformed back into my human form, gathered up my clothes, and left her lair. As I journeyed back home to my own little nest, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. After all, I knew exactly what she was when I first smelled her. Like I said, she couldn't fool me.
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