Chemistry. It has always been a subject of fascination for myself. How I can take a substance possessing certain properties, structure, and behavior. Then create something incomprehensibly new. Take Julia for example. My young and timid lab assistant. Brilliant without a doubt, but too modest for her own good. Starting as an intern at my research facility, she eventually climbed the ladder to be my personal assistant. After some time I let her in on my private experiments. Only this time she would be the subject. Julia was enthusiastic for the opportunity. By bonding her to the 51U7 serum and applying a catalyst Julia became what she never would have thought possible. She would become… Slutarella!

Juila James always spent her “free” time studying. Never having so much as a proper boyfriend. Yet with activation of the serum within she would become bold, impulsive, confident, and horny as hell. Likewise the effects were physical. Gaining superhuman levels of dexterity, flexibility, and to a lesser degree strength. Her hair lengthens, turning a lustrous golden blond. Her skin becomes like silk. Smooth and clear of all blemishes or imperfections. Breasts, butt and lips engorge with fatty tissue while the rest of her body tones. All over she is taut but squishy, and impossibly perky. Her body heat rises, and increases production of saliva and vaginal fluids. She gains acute control of every orifice and knows how to use them for pleasure. But that's not all! She oozes pheromones out of every pore and bodily fluid making men in her vicinity go absolutely mad with carnal desire. There is one major side effect however. Once the effects wear off she loses all memory of her time as Slutarella. And this is simply what I have discovered so far. I am constantly discovering new things about Julias “transformation”. As to why? Why turn my lab assistant into the ultimate man slayer? Well…

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! “Dr. Dr. Bigg are you in there. I have the new test results you have been asking for.” “Damnit Julia! What have I told you about intruding when this door is closed?” “Oh no Dr. Were you monologging? I’m so soo sorry. Please forgive me. I was just so excited to show you I forgot. I’ll just… I’ll just leave it under the door ok?”

Julia jumps, nearly dropping the test results as Dr. Bigg opens the door. “That won't be necessary. Here hand it to me. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Hmmmm… yes… yes this is good. However, we are missing something. I’m going to need… a sample. Something strong… dominate. Meet me at the other lab in thirty minutes. This is something she can help with.” “Aye Dr.”Julia gave Dr. Biggs a little mock salute, appeared uneased by her own lack of professionalism, and awkwardly sped off to some other part of the research facility. The Dr. receded back into his office and closed the door. “Where was I. Ah, why turn my lab assistant into the ultimate man slayer. Well…”

Later that evening.

Slutarella recieved explicit orders. The target, crime lord Marco Villarreali. Sex trafficker who runs several prostitution rings all over the city. “He’s more monster than man. But treats his favorites well. No doubt he will be impressed with you Slut. But be careful. I need a sample of his DNA. A hair or even a drop of sweat will do. Make sure he has a good time, and get out of there. Here, take this vial, use it to collect the sample.”

Deep in the crime den of Marco Villarreali…

Two guards stand watch outside his room. Feminine laughter radiates from within like a siren's song. “You know about the girl he’s got in there?” “Nothing except that she's the finest piece of ass I’ve ever seen.” “Man, this girl is crazy. I was on duty over at Honey’s. She comes in looking like a damn superhero. Wearing this skintight bodysuit with dildos and anal beads and shit hanging off it. Calling herself Slutarella.” The other guard chortles “Slutarella. What sort of loony ass crap is that?” “Listen man don’t cut me off.

“She gets up on stage like she’s the main event. Well I guess she became the main event. Starts doing moves on the pole I aint ever seen before. And with the tits and ass she got I couldn’t believe it! Broke the laws of physics. The crowd goes crazy… but the other girls are pissed. That is…until she walks up to Nikki-” “Who?” “Chastity.” Oh she's hot.” “Try having a conversation with them sometime. And quit interrupting me, you even want to hear this? Wait, no, don't even answer that.

“Anyways she whispers something into Nikki’s ear, looking like she was gonna make love to her or something. Everything this woman did was so goddamn sexual. I half expected Nikki to hit her for stealing the spotlight. Instead she gets this malicious looking grin on her face like she's the grinch. Next thing I know they burst out dancing together. Swinging on the pole like cirque de ole. I think I’ve seen it all… but then… oh brother!

“Nikki grabs her and rips that whole ridiculous outfit right the fuck off. Titties swingin ass bouncing, like oh my fucking lord you should have been there! But they were only getting started. Nikki pulls out this huge dildo that was strapped to a belt that… Sutarella… had on her and starts fucking her with it right on stage! Or rather she fucked herself with it as Nikki held on for dear life. Then she leans back, grabs Nikki with one hand, and starts making out with her. Like spit swappin tongue tanglin kissin. I don’t even think it was planned. Nikki seemed shocked, then just let it happen. Seemed like she was enjoying it too. That's when I noticed it. That girls other hand was bent back fingering the fuck out of Nikki through her bikini. Yea, Nikki was really enjoying it. Keep in mind it was raining bills at this point, so visibility was a little poor. After a few minutes of this, they both start squirting all over the stage! The crowd went apeshit! I ain’t ever seen so much precipitation! I mean that in more than one way. It was the best damn show I’ve seen in my life!

“Hardly a moment later Marco is blowing up my phone. Saying he needs me to bring him this girl ASAP. So I approached her and… whoa man what the fuck! Is that a boner?! Quit touching yourself you fucking animal!” “I’m sorry man she was so hot when she came in here. And now you're telling me this! What happened next?” “Ugh hell no. I’m done. End of story. We can just stand here in awkward silence for the rest of the night.” “... but-” “I said silence! And get your hand off your damn dick!” The other man quits touching himself for the time being. “.....” “......” …… they both stare off into the distance. One furiously and one longingly. A loud masculine voice screams from the other side of the door. “PLEASE LET ME CUM, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE I BEG YOU PLEASE.” Followed by feminine cackles. “YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED TO DO! GIVE ME WHAT I WANT! THEN YOU CAN CUM!” The man who was touching himself speaks up. “Should… should we make sure he's alright?” “I bet you would love that wouldn’t you? Just shut your ass up and guard the door!” And so they stand watch without a word for the rest of the night… while sounds of kinky sex permeate the “silence.”

Meanwhile on the other side of the door…

For the first time in his life Marco Villarreali thought he was in love. Something about this girl was different. Everything about this girl was different. The way she looked, the way she talked, the way she smelled. The way her pussy tasted. That confidence which made him feel like he was with and equal. When she began tying him to the chair he didn’t feel ashamed of being under someone else's control for the first time in his life. Not if that someone was her. Only excitement.

Now when she began sticking electrode pads on his nutsack he did feel a little uneasy. “What is this?” “It detects when you're about to cum.” “And then what?” His considerable cock was throbbing. She had been teasing him for a while now. Slutarella giggles “Stops you.”

Marco Villarreali is a man in his late thirties. Possessing bronzed skin and an athlete's body. Barrel chested, muscles bulge with sinew as he tests his restraints. He’s an attractive man. With dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and a stubble beard on a chiseled jaw. He’s been using his looks to prey on women for decades now. Built an empire out of it. Clubs are only a front for his real business. Prostitution, not the fun kind, at least not for the girls he coerces into it. Sweet and mysterious until they take the bait and are his and his clients.

Slutarella kneels between his legs, currently held open by her restraints, and licks his cock with one long stroke. Marco grunts and tenses his body as if struck. He starts laughing. “Your crazy girl. Kinky as hell.” Slutarella chuckles “Thanks handsome. Now that I have your attention I have something to ask you.” She gets up and struts behind him. Tracing his cock with her finger as she goes. Marco strains his face as he tries to keep himself cool. A bead of sweat runs down his forehead. He smirks “Yeah, and what might that be?”

Slutarella leans over, running her hands down his broad chest. She whispers in his ear “Where are the girls Marco?” He loses the smirk. “What girls? What are you talking about?” “Evelyn Jellison, Stephanie McRae, Samantha Beamer, Macy Varner, and there are others.” “I already told the press I don’t know anything, the court found me not guilty. I don’t know anything about these girls.” He struggles in his bindings but the knots would make a boatswain blush. He’s not going anywhere.

“What the fuck is this. You came here to interrogate me?” “Everyone knows you have something to do with the disappearances. They were all seen talking to you or your goons beforehand.” She plants kisses on his neck. Slowly making her way back to his ear. Marco melts in her embrace. Unable, or unwilling, to resist. “Common baby, these petty thots will never satiate you. Not like I will.”

Marco was intoxicated with pleasure. It was the silken fondling touch of her hands. Sweet breath tickling his ear. The overtly feminine smell of her skin as she leaned over him. And of course the narcotic pheromones wreaking havoc on his mind and body. He kissed her, ate her out, and has been in her presence long enough to drive most men mad. Now Marco isn’t most men, but even without the pheromones he would have let this woman tie him to the chair. Is it wrong that being taken advantage of in such a way makes him want her more.

“Finish me and maybe I’ll tell you.” Marco proposes under labored breathing. He squirms in his bindings, unable to do anything about his agonizing erection becoming too much to handle. “Mmmm Marco, Marco, Marco… That's not how this works sugar.” Sauntering to stand in front of him once more she bends over and shoves her cleavage in his face. He should have bit her, called for his guards. She doesn’t fear him at all and that sends a chill down his spine. Instead he basks in their luscious form. She kisses him and he kisses back. “Let me cum and I will tell you what you want.” It's a lie, but he will say anything for release.

“Don’t you want to have some fun first?” Slutarella giggles… then sits on his cock. Marco screams as electric shocks keep him from orgasm. Slutarella screams too, as the shocks intensify her pleasure, turning Marco into a human vibrator. “Ohh Marco! Marco! You're so wonderful Marco!” She rides him wildly while he wails and whimpers. Of the hundreds of girls he's conquered, never once has he felt pussy this good. Hot and gushing. Textured quivering walls squeeze and stroke his member like it has a mind of its own. Every ridge and crevice he sinks into perfectly shaped for sensory overdrive. Constantly kept on the edge of orgasm but never able to achieve it. The unendurable mixture of pleasure and pain deteriorating his will.

“PLEASE LET ME CUM, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE I BEG YOU PLEASE.” Slutarella laughs at him maniacly. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED TO DO! GIVE ME WHAT I WANT! THEN YOU CAN CUM!” The slapping sound of her impaling herself on him echoes throughout the room. He’s lost himself now. Too late to call the guards. Then he will never find release. Unbearable amounts of pleasure and pain. If this continues he might die of a heart attack… or worse… have a ruined orgasm.

“3712…UGH…AHHH… Railroad… gasp Avenue” Marco can hardly get the words out of his mouth. He can’t believe what he's doing. Slutarella leaned in and gave him a kiss. “That's a good boy.” “Pleeease…” Slutarella flicked the off switch with the back of her foot. Almost instantly Marco begins to hit climax. Slutarella fully imaples herself on Marco. Her whole body starts shaking as Marco’s orgasm kicks off her own. Fully enveloping every bit of his hyperactive nerve endings. Her vagina clenches hard… and clenches harder… and releases… clenches even harder… and releases. Spasms milking his cock while her walls oscillate. Synapses fire and Marco’s mind explodes. “OOH OOOH AHHHHHH!!!” Marco can’t stop screaming as an orgasm that feels like it will never end rips through him. The chair he’s strapped to creaks and splinters due to violent convulsions. Slutarella screams with him as load after load of hot cum is pumped into her. Her mind blanks and vision fades as she rides endless bliss for eternity.

When she finally comes to, sweating, gasping, and full of cum, Marco is unconscious underneath her. She slides off of him with a “Mmmmmm Ughhhhh!” His cock is hard as adamantium. Slick and glistening with cum and gruel. She gives it one last look of longing… then goes and collects her things. On the way out she halts “I almost forgot.” Then pulls out the vial Dr. Bigg gave her and spreads her legs. Squelch Squelch.... “Mmphh Uhhhhh.” She holds the vial filled to the brim with Marco’s cum to her nose and gives it a little sniff “Mmm perfect” then corks it.

Opening the door she finds the two guards staring at her. Mouths open in complete astonishment. Slutarella giggles “Be sure to take care of him, he’s had a rough day” The guards are frozen in awe and unable to respond. Strutting past them she slips out into the night.

Later in Dr. Bigg’s laboratory…

“Welcome back Slut, I assume your mission was a success?” “As ever Dr.” She pulls out the cum filled vial and offers it to him. Dr. Bigg takes a step back. “Ugh, I said a hair or some sweat!” Frantically he opens a drawer in the desk behind him and pulls out some gloves. The vial was completely full with little drops of cum still clinging to the outside of the glass. He puts on the gloves and carefully takes the vial from her. Grimacing at it he says “did you have any issues?”

“He was a tough nut to crack” Slutarella snickers at her own pun “but with some electro shock and orgasm denial I was able to get the location of the missing girls.” Dr. Bigg raised an eyebrow. “I…I never asked you to find… wait you tortured him!?” Slutarella grins. “Torture implies that he wasn’t enjoying himself. No, I simply gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse.” His heartbeat quicked from what he was hearing. “Anyways we need to get this address to the police straight away. Before he has a chance to move them. They're being held in a warehouse at 3712 Railroad Avenue. Technically the place is abandoned, so they shouldn't need a warrant.”

Dr. Bigg did his best to keep composure “y-yes… of course I will send an anonymous tip right away.. great work Slut.” Does she think she is an actual superhero? “Slutarella.” “Yes Dr.” “Remind me, how did you know about the missing girls again?” “Don’t you remember Dr. I took off work that day. To attend the protests at the courthouse. That bastard almost got away with it too. Bet he wasn’t counting on us though huh Dr.” Slutarella laughed sweetly and gave the Dr. quick kiss on the lips. He blushed, but on the inside was concerned yet intrigued.

Dr. Bigg contemplates back in his office…

Old conclusions proven false. New hypothesis must be made. It appears Slutarella remembers her time as Julia. Being more than the mindless sex doll I thought her to be. Hmmm… interesting but this could prove dangerous. No matter how much research I do. No matter how much I learn. Something like this happens and sends me back to the drawing board. Seems like we might have to slow things down a little after all. Hmph… Chemistry.