Etolie had sequestered herself away in the chemistry labs under the pretense of putting in some extra credit work. Of course the rest of her class thought she was up to something and she was. Being a wiz in chemistry there wasn't a test that she hadn't aced.

No one addressed the matter. Even if they were thinking it. It was out of her character to assist with labs and the other students. They may have guessed that for whatever reason Etolie was attempting to hurry them along so she'd have the lab to herself.

She even used her sexuality bending over to display her ass or leaning forward too much to grant a certain perv of a professor an ample look at her cleavage. It wouldn't surprise her if the professor was peaking in on her and jerking off from the other room.

Regardless that didn't matter to her. What did was the access she had to the equipment. Her samples were fetched out of the fridges here, she had brought some. Using the excuse of studying some lesser known plants she had a few among her true samples should anyone look to hard.

She doubted that she needed to go through all the effort. She was getting low on these samples too. She barely had any left at this stage and the stuff that Princess Tidal gave to her expired too quickly. Etolie was able only to make a few notations. What she really wanted to do was use this stuff on another. In conjunction with that magical ring she figured that she could charge it up with little effort. Just slip the ring on her latest victim and wallah.

Hours bled by. As usual she got lost with chemistry and biology. Through her guile she was left alone too. Told that she had to clear out by 9. The building would be locked up then after security made their final rounds.

It was nearing that time where Etolie would have to clean up and head back to her dorm. Where she didn't have any real equipment. A few books, a microscope a few slides and petri dishes.

As the hour was getting late she had a few decisions to make. The gel wouldn't last long and she didn't want the last of it to go to waste. She had hoped to find a victim before she got back to her room. As usual she had the black ring on and could easily place it on another.

She wouldn't be the only one searching for victims, however. The lateness of the hour made it likely that even if she did chances were high that they'd be interrupted. But it would be a shame to let the gel go to waste. And keeping it stored at the labs made it difficult to access. She didn't have her own refrigerator and the one back at the dorms was communal with anyone having access to it so she didn't want to change someone getting into her stuff. They would probably think it was some food with it being there.

In the end she decided to clean up a bit and hid in the building. After security made their final rounds before locking up she did a little more work. She even rubbed a little gel onto an earlobe experimenting with it. If security continued to do rounds she hoped to get some notice of them ahead of time.

What resulted was her earlobe tingling pleasantly. It felt as if one ear was burning, caressed again and again. It was near midnight. If not for the clock in the lab she wouldn't have had any idea of the time only looking up at it now. She probably wasn't going to get much sleep.

As far as she could tell security hadn't been around for awhile. Fell asleep? Or slacking off watching TV somewhere. Etolie mapped out her route determining just how she would sneak out but first …

Dabbing her finger in the gel (it too had been tingling like her ear) she found herself lifting up her skirt. A hand down her panties she caressed her sex with that finger. Gel smoothly coating over her now blazing labia. Might as well not waste it …

The effects of the gel were definitely subdued as she rubbed the slick stuff onto her earlobe - feeling as if a heavy cloak had been draped across her senses as they slowly picked up. A far cry from the total sensory clarity she had experienced several nights ago. Still, even now - the subtle sounds of the clockwork wheels in the clock murmured out to her, at the boundary of her hearing. The optical microscopes had revealed nothing about the gel aside from a transparent, uniform mass with tiny air bubbles trapped under its liquid surface. It reminded her of stacks and stacks of transparent wrapping paper, stacked on top of one another she she peered at the sample under the microscope.

Something was amiss about this stuff.

Getting the idea to apply the last of the stuff was a gamble, and as her finger coated her nethers - it began to exude that familiar warmth before her sensitive flesh absorbed the gel far more effectively than her skin could. For a few difficult seconds, her labia shuddered under the strange heat before her flesh faded into a dull warmth that felt somewhat pleasant against the cold air of the night. Daubing the stuff on her nethers had been a sound choice - as her senses continued to clear up. Even her eyesight began to pick up - picking out tiny textures and details she'd have otherwise missed. It must've been quite intense when she had a full dose of this substance...

As she slowly drew breath, she realized how good the air smelled. Had the gel subtly enhanced her sense of smell as well? Little by little, her senses continued to increase. She idly felt herself up - enjoying just how tight her previous encounter with the purveyor of this mysterious gel had left her.

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It was the scent that called to him. Distant, but rapidly growing as the gel was absorbed into her body, causing her to produce the subtle pheromones that marked her clearly in his sensory palps as he drew in air while he quietly slid down an ancient ventilation vent with the remnants of ventilators replaced here and there. Somewhere in the school laboratory, that girl had used the pheromones on herself.

"Perhaps she needs a fresh dose..." he thought to himself as he glided through the metal tunnel with ease.

She concluded that the gel was less effective against her skin. It provided a pleasant warmth unlike last time when all her senses felt so alive. Perhaps there were different types of gel? It wasn't as if she could see color differences then and by the she could see so much of the stuff had been smeared into her, if it had a color at all she would say that it was an absence of color, clear.

How wrong she was when she applied it to her nethers. That heat was greater and at first her senses were diminished from what they had been. The tick of the clock, which normally went unnoticed, was audible but there was little more than that. At least that was the case for the first minute or so before things suddenly came into focus.

Her eyesight wasn't as strong as normal. Often she wore contacts except on those rare occasions that she couldn't get them from the school's mall (she was no good at doing little things, mere servant's work that she had her lackeys do for her). Even with her contacts in her vision was sharper. Her notes appeared larger, clearer. She could even see the points where her pen paused for longer periods with increased ink at particular points.

Then that pleasantness hit. A growing need settling over her as her finger continued to tease herself. She felt the fabric of her panties at the back of her hand even more so now.

“Seems that insertion is a primer. Oh ...” Still it didn't feel as intense as before. She actually felt every divet in her finger. Each swirl of the print itself. Had she had more of the gel she would have attempted to apply it to her skin now.

She reasoned that first she had to insert some and then, if she was correct, rub it on an effective spot increasing that sensation. But she figured that she wouldn't know now. Not to waste the gel her finger teased herself rubbing against her slit as she grasped her own still covered breast.

That finger sinking into her. As much as she wanted to drive it into her Etolie further teased herself with slow movements building up her desires. Her bra and shirt made her sensitive breasts feel stuffy. And yet that fabric aided her too as it moved and worked against her skin. Her nipples stiffened in response as did her clit. Moisture gathered up between her legs.

She panicked only for a moment as she remembered the security guard. She got a vague sense that he was on the first floor and hadn't moved recently. She struggled to focus on her senses only to pull them away once she checked on him totally missing anything else that might have alerted her other than her immediate surroundings.

As her own arousal slowly increased - so did her other senses. Her hearing picking up in tiny increments that eventually allow her to track anyone walking a few meters around her. The subtle, inaudible creaks of the floor now opened up to her as her senses slowly ratcheted up and outwards. Her sense of touch felt muffled behind her clothes, as her strained to 'listen' to the microscopic sounds emanating from the world. It took far longer than she remembered, but as she took a few breaths to calm herself - letting the alien chemical work its 'magic' on her.

As she sat down in one of the dark corners of the silent laboratory, trying to endure her arousal as the alien drug began to work through her body, blessing her sense of touch was further enhanced as she focused on her sense of hearing and touch, seeking to trace her target. As her throbbing nipples pressed against her shirt, she felt her target finally move - away. Perhaps the security guard had been taking a smoke break? Fortunate, if that was the case - she would be able to trace his passage much easier now that he had marked himself thus.

The sensations of pleasure felt erratic - shifting constantly, keeping her on edge as her finger found its way inside her, rubbing the gel inside her further into her depths. It was here that he finally found her, exuding that delicious pheromone-laced scent that called to him. Emerging from one of the vents with ease thanks to his boneless body, he waited in the darkness for her to continue descending into that wellspring of pleasure that she had formed within her body.

There you are. he thought to himself as his eyes locked onto her body.

Her arousal build but never reached those same heights as they had before. Her pussy both wet and warm engulfed her finger. That newfound tightness from days past caused her muscles to constrict it tight. It was only a single digit, two may have been pushing it. Spilling her into a realm of pain.

Etolie wasn't sure that this would have been the case. While she had had sex after that newfound tightness it had only been with the being that bestowed that gift upon her. Since then she had touched herself discovering that a mere finger was sufficient now rather than two.

With the guard located she became more relaxed. A little less excited since that thrill of being discovered vanished. Not that she wanted to be discovered after all but she could not deny that there was a little excitement there too even if it did make her nervous.

A little more relaxed her hand came away from her breast. She untucked her shirt then began unbuttoning it slowly. From top to bottom revealing the dark green bra beneath. Wasting no time she drew down the cups so they were beneath her breasts. Her hand went back to work fondling the orb.

“Oh!” She gasped with that initial contact. It felt incredible to say the least. In no way did it come close to the last time she had been smeared with gel but this was a stark improvement from cloth teasing her.

As her ears continued to sharpen she could hear her finger as it struggled to press inside her. Each movement causing the walls of her body to stir. She was only teasing herself, it would take some time to actually hit her peak at this pace. Etolie set in at the slower pace getting use to the tightness as well as slowly building herself up into a frenzy now that she knew where the guard was she felt she had all the time in the world.

Her breathing and even her awareness had become erratic, he noted. Invisible in the dark, further so with his natural optical camouflage allowing him to blend into the dark, he slowly approached her from a visual blind spot, pausing every now and then to admire just how much she was drawing on that tiny amount she was using. For now, he let her put on a show for him, as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, and pulled down her bra to reveal those sensitive breasts of hers, the skin flush and her nipples erect even now.

Of course, such a small amount wouldn't last her too long. Little by little, the gel's effects worked through her system as the minutes dripped by, her sensory range dropping again - almost imperceptibly at first as she worked her way across her lustful haze. All good things end, as her senses continued to dwindle down as she worked to pleasure herself with her digits, while occasionally thumbing her sensitive nipples. However - one thing remained the same; her impeccable control of her vaginal muscles and its superb tightness it conferred to her.

It was this 'gift' that she used to drive herself even higher into the world of bliss as she gently slacked down, closing her eyes as she focused on the warm pleasure growing inside her. Her fingers moved with practiced ease, delicately caressing her clit every now and then, working through her lips and letting her toned nethers massage and service her finger with the sort of strength that would leave a human male near-catatonic, eyes crossed in pleasure. It was at one of these peaks of her climaxes that he began to speak.

"Strange, calling me to a place like this." he finally spoke from the darkness, his voice low - just enough for her to hear. "Though, I must admit - it's an interesting place you've chosen."

He remained in the dark for now, not exactly giving away his location.

She w s almost there! Her finger teased her bringing her to the verge of release. Etolie pulled back from that brink several times. Mr. Happy, her favorite yellow vibrator, could have pushed her over that edge. But it was too big now, at least she was apprehensive in using it seeing the effects that a single finger had. She was tight barely able to move her finger inside her.

Certainly there would have been no way if she wasn't so wet.

Her senses were coming back in line, the effects of the gel were fading though her teasing lasted. With a squeeze of her breast Etolie felt that hard nipple pressing against her palm. This time she pushed herself to the limit gasping out. “Oh! Um!” Her finger halted inside her while she caught her breath then began again. Spiraling in half circles as it descended then reversing direction as it pulled back out. Her tempo increased just a hair riding on the waves of her release.

She came again, not as strong as before. The influence of the gel fading as her chest rose and fell. Her eyes snapped open, her head fanning back and forth towards the sound only seeing dark shadows. Her mind coming up with so many imagined shapes. It took a few seconds for the voice to click in her head. Not that it had been likely she could get out of the situation she found herself in so disheveled. The door might as well have been a thousand miles away. Even if she made it security was a lot farther than that.

Then recognition of that voice hit her. “I-I didn't summon you.” Her hand eased up on her tit but remained in place. Her finger slide out of herself slick in her juices. She still searched the darkness but her eyes were no stronger than they normally were.

As her finger drew out of her, her powerful muscles clamped shut, sending an unintended pulse of pleasure. She had almost panicked there when he first spoke, but her control of the situation was impressive. Unashamed of her state, she had sought him out as she shot a response out.

Brave, but misguided.

"Take a deep breath - and see for yourself how much scent you've been putting out. You may as well have walked around naked, megaphone in hand, shouting out to the world." Something moved in the dark, the shapes surrounding her shifting constantly in a way that caused a dull ache in the back of her eyes to start up as she peered into the darkness. Thankfully, the moment she looked away, the mass of fractals seemed to ease the pressure on her eyeballs. "But let's move on to a more pleasant subject - I take it you've enjoyed my little present? Perhaps... were you seeking to make more of it?"

He had been looking for her for two reasons. While he took some pleasure watching this rather brave human do her best to remain in control, it was clear that her orgasm had been insufficient to quell the need that her powerful nethers called out to be sated. Perhaps he would have a little fun with her first before he had her do that thing he needed done.

Etolie was use to fleeing and throwing others under the bus when it helped. She was selfish like that. She also had been aware of simple facts and knew that there was no escape in her current state. Nor had there been anyone else to distract him with either unless the security guard counted.

She glanced from side to side getting a pounding sensation at the back of her eyes. It almost felt as if she had been wearing her contacts for too long. As hard as she searched she had been incapable of catching more than a little movement here and there.

Given how open her senses had been in the past was there any doubt that his in a natural state had been strong. Standing up she pulled her panties back into place feeling them get damp once they were in place. She pushed her bra back into place though her shirt remained unbuttoned and she remained where she had been.

“There are chemicals I don't understand. I don't think I could replicate it if I had ten years to work on it. And that was the last of it.” She brought her gaze to the near empty container then back to the shadows.

“But yeah. I enjoyed it.” There hadn't been a need to take that breath. Even with her senses back at normal she was away of the glow that she was emitting.

Etolie composed herself. She was a bit flushed and there was no mistaking the lingering effects of that arousal that had been brought on by that gel and her own finger stirring it into her.

The moment the fabric of her bra touched her nipples, a low undercurrent of pleasure began to course through her chest - as her still-sensitive nipples managed to feel out the rich fabric of her undergarments, accurately picking out individual fibers as they brushed over her erect nubs. Each breath exacerbated this problem, the small motions from her chest making it feel like her bra was hooked to a tiny vibrator. Taking in the rich scent of her pheromones only served to turn her on even more.

"Ah, I see." he continued, moving out of her field of vision and giving her some relief from the dull ache behind her eyes. From her blind spot, he continued to approach. "Although, if you are interested, I could give you a quick lesson on how it works..."

The eyes looked over to her flushed body, to her nipples struggling through her bra, and to her wet panties as she drew another deep breath, shuddering under the pleasure-enhancing effects of the gel, and the pheromones she was putting out. "Or, it'd be needlessly cruel to leave you to suffer in a place like this... perhaps you need my help to leave this place?"

The wet fabric of her panties clung uncomfortably to her pussy lips now, the strong muscles twitching as the lips grazed her undergarments, drawing out a slow trickle of pleasure from her as she lay there, trying to compose herself.

Once covered again those nipples ached more feeling more alive. Each breath caused the material of her bra to move against her deliciously. Even her panties stirred her to a lesser effect. Not all of that drug had faded and she reasoned that particular spots were more heightened. It was that or his proximity that had triggered her.

Each breath struck her hard. Her legs buckled a little as she stood there. That ache behind her eyes receded though she had been no closer in spotting where he was. There was some shifting shadows that captured her attention then shadows elsewhere moved bringing her attention there only to have similar results.

Etolie remembered what she experienced last time. What she had envisioned. Numerous tentacles so he could be in both locations at the same time. Just how large was he?

She was a little suspicious about his offer in figuring this out. She had a good idea how it did. Etolie was unable to test those ideas now but she felt as if she was on the right track. That and she knew the end results as it was. She considered his meaning all the while feeling that embrace of pleasure sweep over her.

Though what he said next caught her attention more. Getting across campus in this sorry state would be virtually impossible. She would be a beacon to all those things, she hadn't really thought on it and had figured that she would just stay her until her urges were satisfied and she could go about her business mostly unhindered. The only problem with that would be the hour. It was already 9 and she had no idea how active these creatures were. She supposed that more of her attacks occurred during the day but she never figured out what locations triggered more attacks. Either the beach or the jungle she supposed but she knew that the dorms were not safe either.

She considered everything. “OK. Y-You can give me a lesson. I'm in no state to be leaving anytime soon.”

“OK. Y-You can give me a lesson. I'm in no state to be leaving anytime soon.” she nodded.

"Well, if you utilized what you learned the last time, I'm sure you could slip away from this place, if it came to that. But yes, it will be quite difficult as it's not quite that late just yet..." he admits. "Yes, I will have to enhance you even further, if you are to leave. But let's set that matter aside for now - you called me here with those scents for a lesson, didn't you? Let us begin..."

This time, she saw the shifting shadows move and almost instinctually closed her eyes, finding relief at the shifting patterns unable to affect her in the darkness blessed by her eyelids.

"Instead of discussing truths which may or may not hold true for you, we'll be discussing how this fine liquid works. Now then, you're aware of how humans taste their food, right?"

He waited for her to reply, then continued. "This gel works in a similar way - is a similar 'guide' to our sensory nerve endings. However, much to my surprise, it works at such a high level that a human's nerve endings coming into contact with it are made so much more aware of what their senses are experiencing. Instead of just attuning the senses, this liquid concentrates what you see, hear, taste, see and feel by shining the equivalent of a magnifying glass into your nerves, then giving them more surface area to work with. The lower a specific sense threshold you have, the more it will be increased."

"It is for this specific reason that I deeply advise you not to apply it on your eyes." he finishes, while watching her heaving breasts with interest. "Hm, do not worry - if you are at risk of being discovered, I will advise you on proper measures to hide yourself."

Last time was no easy feet for her in getting back to her dorm. Her senses had been on fire and though she had not detected the security guard her battlements had lessened. At least her focus had chanced as she pleasured herself.

“I am aware,” it was simple biology. She was also aware that things like octopuses tasted with their arms too leaving her to wonder if what it ate tasted different than what the arms tasted. It did get her to dwell on that difference for a moment. Did some of the creatures here have altered senses of taste?

The smiles must have. But the majority of beings were humanoid. Even that water thing had a humanoid shape but she doubted that was necessary, more of a convince.

As he explained Etolie nodded a little. Her weakest sense had always been her eyesight. She was aware that she was being watched though had been unaware that he had focused on the swell of her breasts. She imagined that the gel would increase that sense more than the others overwhelming it. Not that she was going to douse her eyes in the gel … though it did make her a little curious. She didn't think it was toxic and she had opened her eyes underwater before as well as used eye drops. It would probably sting before awakening her.

Not the best idea. She doubted that flushing her eyes would help if it grew too intense.

“Did you mean for me to get back to the dorms now?” She questioned given what he just said. She felt he was implying such. It wasn't so late that there wouldn't be other girls up whether studying or in the recreational room so slipping past them would be more challenging this time around.

"Well, if you wished to try - I must warn you that it won't be as easy as it was the last time." the shapes seem to approach - the shadows shifting again to stay in her blind spot to avoid causing those aches to her head. "There are some other matters I would like to discuss with you. Tell me... does this look familiar to you?"

Something metallic caressed her neck for an instant, before the small object was dropped onto her arm, in a way that she would be able to grab it. A key - well crafted, too. The design was familiar, as if she knew exactly where it would go.

"It took me a while to fabricate, but I'm sure this will be of interest in your continued explorations..." he continued. "So, are you interested in a scientific expedition tonight? I know I am... or, would you rather attune your senses first?"

She shook her head a little. Movement out of the corner of her eyes caused her to shift her gaze but those shadows ceased moving only to start up elsewhere. At first her gaze kept darting to the source before she paused the movement of her eyes finding better results watching from the periphery. Etolie could track movement to some degree though she didn't see much more than something moving in the dark. It was easier on her eyes, however.

“No, not right now.”

She felt the cold metallic object slide against her neck. It's passage causing goose bumps as it passed. Her first thought had been her locket that she wasn't wearing today. Catching a key in her palm she studied it for a moment. It looked familiar but her memory of the object had been foggy.

“The basement? This unlocks those doors?” She looked up from her palm only seeing the shadows shift once more. She had only seen a small portion of the place before. Some of it had been “torture” chambers, not that she had been in many of the rooms so she was unsure how many had a similar design. There was at least one holding cell.

He made this? She turned the key over in her hands as if the teeth would tell her which doors it would open. Of course, even with her senses slightly boosted without seeing the tumblers in the locks there was no way to tell.

Etolie danced between thoughts. Further sensory enhancement at this stage should leave her a mess if it was anything like last time. So she would be less able to explore if she even had to energy. She didn't doubt that he was interested in that too. Given a choice that she didn't often get to make Etolie figured what was best for her in the long run. Either way she wasn't likely to get back to her room any time soon.

“Let's take that expedition,” she answered before moving to straighten up her attire beginning with her shirt.