Ben woke up on the couch with Natalia’s hand clamped solidly over his mouth. She looked at him with wide, panicked eyes and held her finger in front of her lips, urging him to be silent. After Ben nodded in assent, she took her hand away.

“Keep your voice down,” Natalia whispered. “If you wake up my aunt, she’ll put us both under again.”

“Where is she?” Ben hissed, casting furtive looks around the room.

“Passed out in her room. She smoked a blunt after she was done with us. She should be out for at least another hour or two.”

She tossed Ben his clothes in a neatly folded pile.

“Here. Put these on.”

Ben hastily shrugged on his pants and shirt, realizing that he was still naked. Natalia had already jumped back into her jeans and t-shirt. After he dressed, Natalia handed him a glassful of water. Ben eyed it suspiciously.

“It’s not drugged, don’t worry. But you should hydrate yourself. My aunt did a number on you.”

Ben pressed his lips together but gulped down the water anyway. He handed her back the empty glass.

“Thanks!” he whispered. “…hell, what do we do now? Does your aunt always do this?”

Natalia opened her eyes wide in exasperation and nodded. “Yeah! I told you she’s a psychopath! She’s been messing with my head ever since I became a legal adult. The rest of my family just ignores it, they shun her. But she put…things…words in my head so if I try to cut her out, I just wind up back at her house without knowing why!”

“Oh my god, girl!’ Ben said, shaking his head. “We got to get you out of here and to a shrink. C’mon, while she’s still passed out. Let’s make a run for it!”

Natalia nodded and helped the older man to his feet. He stretched, his muscles (and loins) a little sore. He made a beeline for the door.

“Wait!” Natalia said, tugging at his arm. “If we just leave, you might be able to go back home and pretend this never happened, but she’ll get to me and she’ll make me pay.”

Ben turned to the younger woman, wearing his concern on his face. “You mean she’d hurt you? Abuse you?”

“Well, no, not physically. But she’d mess with my head real bad. She once made me think I was a puppy for an entire week! Or she might hypnotize me into thinking I’m her personal maid and have me scrubbing the entire house on my hands and knees in nothing more than my panties!”

Ben gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry. Come and stay at my place until we call the cops on her. I’ll keep you safe and I’ll snap you out of it if you start going into…I don’t know, some kind of sleeper trance or something.”

Natalia’s eyes opened wide. She put her hand on top of Ben’s, touched by the man’s fatherly kindness. “That…that sounds good…”

The two stared at each other for a moment and then Natalia cleared her throat.

“But if you’re going to call the cops on my aunt, you’ll need to get some evidence. Trust me, my family has tried to turn Trippy in before, but it always boils down to our word against hers and, well, she always winds up convincing the police she’s innocent.”

Ben grimaced, thinking through the situation.

“Well…is there any evidence we could collect here?” he asked. Natalia nodded enthusiastically.

“Uh-huh! Yeah! There’s tons of stuff! If we move quickly and quietly, we could grab loads of evidence!”

She grabbed him by the wrist and shuffled him down the hall. They tip-toed past Trippy’s bedroom, peeking in as they went by. Trippy was still passed out topless on her bed, her exposed tits rising and falling with her breath.

Natalia held her fingers to her lips and urged Ben onward. They paced farther into Trippy’s office where her laptop sat charging on a disheveled desk. Natalia flipped it open and tapped out the passcode.

“My aunt sometimes makes me do her taxes for her, so she made my fingers memorize her password. The crazy thing is I still don’t know it. My fingers just know where to press but I couldn’t tell you or write it down for the life of me. Ah, here we go!”

Natalia clicked open a file labeled ‘home videos’. Several dozen video icons popped up dated from last week to five years ago.

“What are these?” asked Ben.

“Videos of Aunt Trippy messing with me. She recorded some of our sessions so she can send them to me when I’m too distracted to filter her messages. Usually, I take one look, and I get zonked in an instant. Which is why…”

Natalia trailed off. Ben took the hint.

“So, you need me to pick out the most incriminating videos and copy them to my email?” he prompted. She nodded back at him.

“Yes, please. Remember, there are some videos where I’m already under her spell. Anybody watching those would think I’m doing all this crap of my own free will. You should delete those. She could use them as defense. Only get the ones where you can see me trying to resist. Got that?”

“Sure thing!” Ben answered. Natalia smiled and headed out of the room.

“What about you?” Ben called after her.

“I’m going to raid my aunt’s medicine cabinet and see if I can find any of her fucking drugs she keeps dosing her guests with! Nobody’s going to prosecute an old woman over some pot, but I know she has psychedelics and tranquilizers that nobody should have without a serious license. We could send her up the river for good!”

Ben nodded, the gravity of the situation catching up with him. “Okay, but let’s try to be fast before she wakes up.”

“Right, be back in a few,” she said and then slid out of the room. Ben wasted no time logging into his email account and then opening the folder full of video files. There were at least two dozen, but he supposed he didn’t’ need to go through all of them. He just had to find two or three that would paint Trippy in a bad enough light for them to press charges. He might as well start at the beginning.

The first video showed Natalia, a few years younger, looking like she was fresh out of college, sitting on the couch listlessly flipping through her phone. On the nightstand next to her burned a stick of incense, filling the room with thick ribbons of smoke. Trippy sat on the other side of the couch, babbling about something or other. Ben kept the volume off so he wouldn’t wake up his would-be abductor, but he could tell that Natalia wasn’t really listening. He watched her eyes remain steadfast on her phone, doing her best to ignore her aunt.

Suddenly, Natalia’s eyes began to flutter and droop. Trippy smiled and walked her hand over to her niece’s shoulder, gently running her fingers up and down in a slow, lazy rhythm. Natalia’s eyes grew heavier and heavier until her head at last slumped onto her chest. Trippy gently pulled her down so that she was sleeping peacefully on her lap, smiling gently as Trippy traced her fingers up and down her arms, whispering into her ear.

Ben, aware of Trippy’s MO, knew what the older woman was doing, but to anyone else, it would just look like an older woman tenderly holding her drowsy niece. Hardly the smoking gun he was looking for. He clicked open the next video.

Natalia was sitting in the living room in different clothes and with a stylish bob cut. She held her head in her hands and seemed disturbed, even panicked about something. She kept gesticulating with her hands and shaking her head in denial. Trippy stood next to her trying to calm her, but Natalia would only push her away and point her finger at her accusingly.

Okay, thought Ben. This could be good material.

Finally, Trippy walked around to Natalia’s front and held her forefinger out in front of the younger woman’s face. Natalia looked at it with a mask of confusion as it waved up and down in front of her eyes. Her confusion faded into blank acceptance as she followed it up and down, back and forth, around and around, her eyes fluttering the more she followed the finger.

Ben was about to pause the video so he could copy it into his email, but instead he found himself watching intently. Not at Trippy’s finger, but at Natalia’s face. She looked so innocent and helpless, following the finger. Letting it gently tie up her mind in cords of relaxation and pleasure.

He decided to risk turning on the sound.

“Following the finger…eyes niiiiiiceeee and sleeeeeeeepy…so sleeeeepppyyyy…” Trippy’s voice cooed. Ben shook his head, feeling his own eyes begin to droop. He had to stay alert, and concentrate on Natalia’s face, her eyes heavy and glazed as she swayed her head along with Trippy’s finger.

“Goood….let my finger stir your silly mind around…letting my pretty voice into that simple brain of yours…You don’t remember why you were upset anymore, do you?”

On the screen, Natalia’s mouth hung open while her eyes went glassy.

“Nuuuuuuuuhhhh…” she droned, a small bit of drool running down from her chine.

“You were upset that you weren’t spending more time with your amazing aunt! Keep your eyes on my finger…back and forth…you know that’s right. You want to spend more time with your Auntie Trippy…right?”

Natalia just followed Trippy’s finger with her head. “Yes, Auntie…” she murmured. “I want to spend…more time with you…”

Ben shook his head, realizing with a start that he was beginning to get hard. He clicked open another file, his email accounts still sitting on the next tab, completely empty.

The next video started with Trippy placing her phone camera on the bookshelf of her living room. Ben watched from the phone’s perspective as Trippy fiddled and adjusted her slim phone on the smooth wood, seeing a view of her wide face and sparkling green eyes. In the background, Ben could see Natalia distracted by her phone. Trippy glanced back and then threw a wink to Ben through the camera, raising her flimsy shirt. Ben’s pulse skipped when he saw that Trippy had painted two large, glittering spirals around her nipples in iridescent pink and purple. She gave a mischievous look into the camera and held her fingers up to her lips, as if Ben was capable of making a sound through the video screen.

She pulled her shirt back down and pranced over to Natalia with an innocent smile.

“Hey, sweetie,” she called to Nat. “Think you could make your auntie a glass of lemonade?”

“What? Your legs don’t work, suddenly?” Nat scoffed, barely glancing up.

Trippy just grinned warmly and lifted her shirt. Natalia’s eyes opened in shock right before her body melted, her shoulders slumping and her mouth dropping open.

“Be a good niece and make you auntie a glass of lemonade,” Trippy commanded, swinging her heavy, juicy tits in front of her niece’s face.

“Yes….Auntie…” Natalia said before letting her aunt’s spell pull her to her feet and sent her sleepwalking to the kitchen.

Trippy giggled and then pulled down her top, taking Nat’s seat on the couch. A few minutes later Natalia came back with a cool glass of pink lemonade with ice.

“Here you go, Auntie,” she mumbled, slightly confused.

“Thank you, dear,” Trippy said, grabbing the glass, slick with condensation. She took a long sip while Natalia stood, blinking slowly, struggling to come up from her trance.

“It’s hot today,” Trippy remarked. “How about you take off that top and give your girls some air?”

“Huh? No.” Nat shook her head. “I…I’m not hot.”

Trippy smirked and pulled down her top, letting her giant, spiral-painted melons pop out.

“I think you’re feeling warm…very warm…the room feels stifling…you want to take off your top…needing to feel that cool breeze caressing your skin…tickling your nipples…”

Ben watched Natalia float on her feet, her head swaying like helium balloon.

“…nipples…” Natalia parroted, her eyes stuck on Trippy’s sparkling breasts.

“Yessss…you like watching your Auntie’s nipples…just follow them round and round…”

Trippy leaned forward, jumbling her tits in opposing circles. Ben watched poor Natalia try to keep up, her eyes rolling in her head.

“round and round…round and round…taking off your top, so easy, thaaaat’s it…watching the pretty titties go round and round…”

Suddenly, a huge smile appeared on Natalia’s face and she grasped the hem of her white blouse and smoothly pulled it up, over her head, her perky tits held inside a cream-colored bra. Trippy sipped her lemonade through her cheshire grin and tucked her boobs back into her shirt. Natalia blinked and then shook her head.

“Sorry,” she said, visibly confused. “Did you say something, Auntie? It’s…it’s just kinda hot in here and I guess I zoned out.”

“Oh, nothing important, honey,” said Trippy, unabashedly ogling her niece’s tits. She held up the glass of icy lemonade. “Think you could hold this for me, dear?”

Natalia stared at the glass, her face screwed up like she was trying to solve an algebra equation in her head.

“Uhh…I…why do I need to hold it?” she asked through a fog of confusion.

“Because lemonade just taste better when you hold it with your tits, silly!” Trippy said, chuckling.

Nat’s brow furrowed. “But…that…doesn’t….doesn’t make sense…”

“Sure it does!” Trippy yanked down her top, again revealing her naked bust. “Lemonade always taste better when you hold it with your tits…”

While Nat was dazzled by her aunt’s jiggling jugs, Trippy reached out and wedged the ice cold glass in between her niece’s cleavage and the front of her bra. Natalia blinked, momentarily stunned by the frigid glass against her skin, but quickly fell back into the hypnotic vortex of Trippy’s breasts.

“L-lemonade taste better when it’s between my tits…?” she asked, foggily.

“That’s right! Why don’t you just keep repeating that to yourself, honey. ‘Lemonade always tastes better when you hold it with your tits.’…Go on, now!”

“Lemonade always tastes better when I hold it with my tits…”

“Lemonade always tastes better when I hold it with my tits…”

“Lemonade always tastes better when I hold it with my tits…”

Natalia stood next to her aunt, mindlessly chanting her mantra while Trippy opened a thick romance novel, smiling to herself and occasionally reaching over to take a sip from her drink before returning it to Natalia’s cleavage, like her niece was nothing more than a busty cupholder for her convenience.

Ben realized he was just watching the bizarre display with a giant erection between his legs. He shook his head and continued to flip through the collection of videos. He watched clip after clip of Natalia getting pulled under her aunt’s insidious influence, getting mindfucked into believing she was a maid, a footstool, a masseuse, whatever her aunt had need of. Sometime Trippy would drop her with a simple wave of her fingers or flash of her breasts. Other times she would lead Natalia down into stupefied obedience only to reel her back up and drop her down again. One clip showed Natalia sitting naked in the big arm chair in her aunt’s living room, staring helplessly at a display on the television while Trippy tortured her with a hitachi wand between her legs.

Finally, a half hour later, Ben had perused over half the library and had not saved a single file.

“Hey, are you about done?” Natalia asked from the office doorway.

“Huh?! Oh! Sorry, there’s a lot to go through,” Ben replied, sheepishly. He glanced over to see the younger woman looking at him expectantly, her large eyes pleading. An idea sprouted deep in his mind, as if it had been planted there.

“Hey, listen. Even if we get a signed confession out of your aunt, I’m not sure that will be enough to stop her. You told me what happens whenever you guys call the police. She just weasels her way out, maybe works her bit of magic on them, who knows?”

Natalia glared at him. “So, what are you suggesting, exactly?”

Ben stood up, his powerful frame filling the room. “I think I have a plan. A plan that will put that randy, horndog witch of an aunt of yours in her place.”

He took a step towards her. Natalia ran her eyes over his strong muscles and felt her breath catch in her throat, suddenly feeling like a small mouse in front of a snake. Without meaning to, she took a step back, her shoulders gently bumping into the wall.

“But first,” Ben continued with a gleam in his eye. “I need to ask you. Do you think you could pretend to be hypnotized?”

“P-pretend to be…hypnotized?” she stuttered.

“Yeah,” Ben said with a charming smile. He held up his finger. Natalia felt her eyes getting pulled along before she could stop herself.

She wasn’t even sure she wanted to stop herself.

“Just pretend to be hypnotized…” Ben repeated, his voice low and commanding. He slowly waved his finger back and forth, just like he had watched Trippy do over the videos. “Just watch my finger and pretend to be hypnotized.”

“Pretend…to be hypnotized…” Natalia repeated, letting her eyes drift along with Ben’s voice and finger.

“Good girl,” Ben said. Natalia nearly melted. “Just pretend to be hypnotized.”

“Pretend to be hypnotized.” Natalia said, her voice blank, almost robotic.

“Pretend to be hypnotized,” Ben said once more. Natalia nodded sleepily.

“Pretend to be hypnotized…pretend to be…hypnotized…pretend…to be…hyp-no-tiiiiized….”

A soft smile formed on her lips.

Ben grinned, a rush of power shooting through him, filling his mind with fantasies. He circled his finger around, nearly making the poor girl in front of him lose her balance. He turned his hand over and curled his finger at her, beckoning her to follow him into the living room.

“That’s perfect. So very convincing. Now, why don’t you just follow me, sweetheart. Just listen and obey.”

Natalia felt her feet begin to walk.

“…yes…”

Trippy moaned and stretched her curvy body, feeling the afterglow of her nap around her like a halo. She stretched and sat up, the day’s events crashing back into her mind.

“Oh, shit,” she murmured. She suddenly remembered that she had left Ben and Natalia naked and drifting in trance right before she had decided it was time for a well-deserved smoke break. She should have known that she would pass out after smoking an entire blunt by herself.

She cautiously got to her feet and pattered to the hallway, wondering if her guests had collected enough of their wits to escape, or if they were still floating along peacefully in dream land. She rounded the corner and was genuinely surprised by what she saw.

Natalia was on her knees, obviously still lost in trance, but staring at Ben’s steel-hard cock as he waved it back and forth in front of her eyes. Her new beau stood over her niece completely naked, the sight of his chiseled muscles and powerful thighs sending a twinge of arousal through her pussy. She lingered in the hallway, out of sight as she listened to Ben.

“…back and forth…watching it go back and forth…making you so needy…so submissive…tell me again, Natty, who rules your mind?”

“Your handsome cock rules my mind…” Natalia said. Her droning monotone almost made Trippy shove her fingers down her panties. She always found her niece adorably sexy when she dropped into trance, but to see her drop for a strong, confident man like Ben was turning her cunt into a rushing river.

“Yes. You cannot say no to my cock…say it, slut.”

“I cannot say no to your cock…” Her face was only inches away from his tip, her face swaying back and forth with his member, a vacant smile on her lips.

“My cock makes you horny and stupid…say it.”

“You cock makes me so horny…so stupid…”

“When I touch my cock to your forehead, you will drop into an obedient trance. You will be overcome with a powerful desire to polish my balls with your tongue. You will never resist the power of my handsome, manly cock…Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yessss…” Natalia sighed in surrender. “Never resist your powerful…handsome cock…”

Ben smirked, wagging the tip of his dick in small circles, sending waves of delight through Natalia’s befuddled mind. He gently grabbed the head of his cock and pulled it up, almost to his stomach, letting Natalia’s head drift closer and closer. Finally, he let go, allowing his cock to slam down into Natalia’s forehead. The girl reeled back, her eyes crossing, as if the blow had knocked all of her brains straight into her cunt.

She blinked through her daze until her eyes focused on Ben’s hanging sack. Her eyes lit up and she immediately leaned forward, wrapping her lips and tongue around his nuts.

Trippy gazed in delight as Natalia slurped and fondled Ben’s balls, focusing so hard on the lewd display that she never saw Ben turn his head towards her.

“Hello there, Trippy!” he said, snapping her out of her reverie.

“Ben! Aheh…oh my! You’ve uhm…really made an impression on my niece there,” she said, stepping forward.

“Mmm! Well, it wasn’t too hard to get her attention,” he said. “Ah…work my shaft over a bit, will you, darling?”

“mmm…yes!” Nat said, switching to his throbbing cock.

“It was almost as if someone had conditioned her to slide into a horny, submissive trance whenever she saw something interesting waving in front of her face, like a finger…”

Ben glanced knowingly at Trippy’s rack.

“…or a pair of tits.”

Trippy smiled, blushing as she walked forward, her eyes glued to Ben’s well-defined pecs and abs. “So…I guess I’ve been found out, hmm? What do you think, Benny?”

Trippy stalked towards him, putting an extra sway into her thick hips. “Do you want to share my little slut-on-demand with me. I could teach you wonderful things. Ways to completely control and dominate her, make her your living porn doll for whenever that monster cock of yours gets horny. Oh, I won’t mind. I won’t even get jealous, just so long as you let me watch…maybe join in?”

“Yeah?” Ben said with a sly grin. “Natty, take five, girl. Just sit back and think of some nice sexy cocks fluttering around your head.”

The younger woman obeyed, her sleepy eyes tracking an invisible flock of dicks flying in front of her like bluebirds. Ben turned his full attention to Trippy.

“And what’s to stop me from using that knowledge against you? Your niece is nice and all, but she doesn’t have the bust that her aunt does.”

“Hmm…give her a few more years,” Trippy said, letting her chest stick out with pride. “I might be able to help her along with some subliminal suggestions. The power of the mind can be really amazing, you know.”

“Tell me about it,” Ben said. “You really enjoy getting into people heads and driving them around like toy cars, don’t you?”

Trippy shrugged. “Guilty as charged. I guess I just got too excited with the women’s liberation back in college. Y’know, burning bras and all that. I just love seeing a woman in control, especially if it’s me!”

Trippy laughed, her loud cackling echoing off the plaster walls.

“Speaking of women’s liberation, let me just liberate my special girls from this itchy shirt of mine.” She lifted her shirt over her head, letting her massive breasts tumble free.

“Aren’t they just a sight?” Trippy gloated, holding her tits up to Ben’s face. “I think they’re just magical…like two beautiful crystal balls…drawing in your mind until – Haaah!”

Before Trippy could say another word, Ben reached out, keeping his eyes above Trippy’s neck, and clamped his strong fingers around both of her puffy nipples, pinching and squeezing them with practiced skill.

“Drawing your mind where, baby?” Ben teased. “Down to these sensitive nipples of yours? I know you must be looking for attention. Is this what you were hoping for? A strong pair of hands playing around with your needy tits, lifting them up for you, testing their weight? Giving you so many fun little pinches and tugs. That must get things going in that juicy cunt of yours, yeah?”

“OOoh, yes!” Trippy said, her eyes closing as Ben’s hands roamed over her curves. She couldn’t remember the last time she had let a dominant man take charge of her body like that. Sure, she had Natalia and her two boytoys, but they weren’t more than puppets, simple toys that had to be directed in the bedroom. Ben’s fingers were playing her body like a harp and she sank into the pleasure.

“See, what I think is going on,” Ben said as he slid his hands to Trippy’s waist, pulling her closer. “Is that you’re so manipulative and seductive because you secretly want a hot man to take control. You treat your niece like a plaything, but that’s only because that’s what you want. To be treated as a pretty object to be used and played with. Fucked with. Isn’t that right, Trippy? Tell me it is.”

Trippy bit her lip, her skin burning with desire after ever caress of Ben’s firm hands. “Mmmm! That’s…no, that’s not right…exactly, but…oh fuck, Ben!...oh, why is it so hard to think?”

“You know why,” Ben smiled, turning the mature woman around and wrapping his arm across her chest, her back pressing into his chest. “Because all those kooky brains of yours are turning into mush. The more I play with your body, the softer your mind becomes until it drips all the way down…here…”

Ben slipped his two middle fingers under the waistline of Trippy’s panties and honed in on her clit. It was firm and slick with her pussy juice, and he gingerly made small circles with his fingers.

“You’re just turning into a little empty-headed bimbo the more you let me play with that needy cunt, yes? No more hard thinking…you’ve done enough thinking…you want a dominant man to use you, to keep you so high and dazed on your own desire that you’ll just do whatever he says…isn’t that what your pussy is telling you?...To do everything I say?”

Trippy leaned back, letting her head fall back on his shoulder as his fingers danced around her sex. “Yes…yes…everything you…no…no, wait! You’re my toy. I tell you what to do…I…I…”

“You what, Trippy?” Ben murmured whispering in her ear. His hot breath tickled her neck as his other hand came back to cup her right tit, tweaking her nipple. “You’ll just start drifting off thinking about all the fun you could have if you just listened and let me control you with my cock? Is that it?”

Trippy moaned, swaying on her feet like a drunkard. “Control me….with your…cock?”

“That’s right, Trippy. Look into my eyes now.” Ben spun her around again, letting his erection ram achingly against the fabric of her panties, pressing into her cunt. She gazed up into his sparkling blue eyes, his hardness against her pussy distracting her. “Just look into my eyes…no thoughts in that stupid head of yours…you will listen to my voice…you will listen to your cunt…you will obey my cock…do you understand?”

“I…I…” Trippy blinked, trying to tear her eyes away from Ben’s, but the older man was so assertive. So in control. Something primal stirred inside of her and she felt an overwhelming desire to submit to this confidant, powerful man and just let him rule her like a majestic king.

“So hard to resist, Trippy…You know how powerful hypnosis is…You use it on everyone you want to control. But now, I am in control…you want to obey me and worship my cock, just like your niece…because I have you hypnotized now…just like your niece…”

Trippy’s head was an empty wasteland, her every faculty now trapped in the arousal building between her legs and in her hard nipples. Ben’s commanding voice swirled through her vacant mind.

“Hypnotized…just like my…niece…” she mumbled, feeling like she was stepping over the slippery edge of a cliff.

“Good…and 3…2…1!” Ben snapped his fingers. “Deep asleep.”

Trippy couldn’t tell if she orgasmed at the last minute before her mind fell into a pit of lust, but she did remember her legs buckling as she moaned at the top of her lungs, her mind completely caged by her own lust.

She felt Ben’s hands press her shoulders as she sank to the floor, her huge tits still swinging and an open-mouthed expression of mindless lust on her face.

Ben smiled and stepped back, looking at the wondrous sight in front of him. Two lovely ladies, now utterly mesmerized by his swinging cock and completely at his mercy. This wasn’t how he had planned out his afternoon, but he couldn’t complain about the results.

“Okay, ladies. I think it’s time for auntie here to give her niece a hands-on lesson on how to give the best blowjob ever. And after that, you can cook me a nice dinner and then you can just continue doing every little thing I say. Sound good?”

The two blissfully placid women nodded obediently as they reached out for his cock.

“Yes, Ben. We will do every little thing you say…”