Ben snorted awake, wondering briefly what he was doing in another person’s living room with his dick out. He stretched, shaking off the haze of his nap as the memories of the last two days came back to him.

“Trip? Natty?” he called, wondering what had happened to his mentally dominated honeys. He was sure he’d given them instructions to tidy up the house. Did he pass out for that long?

“Trip? What are you up to?” he asked, growing concerned. He was about to march down the hall to inspect the room when Natalia appeared wearing her lacey maid’s apron and nothing else.

“Aunt Trippy’s taking a nap, Ben,” she said with a radiant smile. “Can I serve you instead? Pleeeaassee?" She pouted at him while playfully leaning in and wiggling her sinuous torso.

“Well…” Ben considered, his eyes lingering on Nat’s tight butt and muscular legs. “Maybe later. I’m actually kinda hungry right now. What’s on the menu for dinner?”

Natalia stared back at him adoringly as she sauntered into the kitchen. Ben took a seat at the table, watching as Nat bent over from the waist to inspect the contents of the fridge.

“Looks like I could do a bit of swordfish with some…asparagus, maybe?”

“Sounds great, sweet cheeks!” Ben said, leering at the younger woman. Nat stalked closer to him, brushing his salt and pepper hair with her fingernails.

“How about you sit back and watch some TV while I fix up dinner. I’m sure Aunt Trippy will be up soon.”

“I’m having a good enough time watching you,” Ben chuckled. He glanced at his phone, remembering the Seahawks had a game today. “But, I suppose I could use some time watching the tube. Don’t take too long, hun!”

He pinched her naked butt and then plopped down and turned on the flatscreen. Before he knew it, Natalia set a large mug of beer on the arm rest next to him.

“While you wait,” she said with a wink. Ben smiled and raised his glass to her. He happily sipped his beer and watched his game while Natalia slaved away in the kitchen. Right around half-time, Ben staggered up to go to the bathroom, glancing at Natalia who seemed oblivious to how much ass she was showing off with every small bend of her body.

As Ben was washing his hands, he noticed the mirror of the bathroom medicine cabinet just slightly ajar. Led by his curiosity, he pulled open the cabinet door.

A small tower of various drugs in small, non-descript prescription bottles greeted him, some of them tumbling forward because of the movement. Ben grabbed at the falling bottle instinctively, surprised to feel that the bottle was so light. He glanced at the label. Some kind of heavy-duty tranquilizer. Hadn’t that been full this morning?

A sharp thought crossed his mind. He peered through the door into the kitchen, watching Natalia as she puttered around the stove, seasoning the food, throwing an occasional nervous glance back at the bathroom.

Something didn’t smell right, and it wasn’t the swordfish.

Ben flushed the toilet and strode out of the bathroom, making like he was going back to watching his game. He waited for Natalia to get distracted by her cooking before silently sneaking up behind her and grabbing a fistful of her hair in his palm.

“Ben? What are you—Ohh!” Nat’s eyes rolled back into her head and her face went slack as Ben pulled her dark hair by the scalp. He had stumbled on her little weakness while combing through Trippy’s old videos and tried it on her the other night. Pulling Natalia by her hair dropped her down into subspace, completely helpless to resist Ben as he gently, but firmly, led her to the couch, using his strength to force her to sit. He took his hand away and sat next to her.

“B-Ben? What…what’s wrong?” Nat babbled, overwhelmed. Ben only leaned closer, his eyes drilling into hers.

“Shh…don’t talk…don’t ask questions…just look into my eyes,” he commanded softly. “Look at my eyes…just stare…looking into Ben’s blue eyes…You can’t say no to Ben’s blue eyes…right, Natty?”

Natalia stared, like a bird in front of a snake.

“Can’t…say no…” she repeated. She could hardly think of anything else to say.

“No…you can’t resist anything I say…” Ben went on, holding her gaze. “My eyes are so compelling…so full of authority…you can’t disobey me…you wouldn’t dream of disobeying me…right?”

“Can’t disobey you…” Natalia said, her eyes glazing over as she stared at Ben.

Ben smiled and reach over to where her wrist sat lifelessly on the couch cushion. He picked it up and placed it palm down, pressing his weight on top.

“Anything I tell you is true. You believe every word I say because you trust me. I’m bolting your hand to the couch now, Natty. You feel a strong, unbreakable shackle holding you hand to the couch. The more you try to move it, the stronger and tighter it gets. Do you understand?”

“Y-yesss…” Nat said, struggling to pick up her arm. Ben grabbed her other wrist.

“Strong, unbendable iron…holding your wrists in place. You can’t move…can’t pick your arms off the couch…no matter how hard you try…Can you move your arms for me, sexy?”

Natalia thrashed her shoulders a few times, discovering that her wrists stubbornly refused to leave the soft fabric of the couch.

“No…”

“No, you can’t. That means you’re my prisoner and you must do as I say. You must answer what I ask you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ben,” Natalia droned. “I’m…your prisoner…must do what you say…answer your questions…”

“Good,” Ben said, stepping back. Natalia was staring blankly ahead, her arms immobile by her sides and her perky breasts on proud display. He paced back and forth for a minute and then stared directly into her brown eyes.

“Are you still under my control, Natty?” He asked.

The young women stared back with vacant eyes.

“Yes…I am under your control…”

“And is Trippy still under my spell?” Ben pressed. Natalia’s face contorted. She pulled uselessly against the invisible restraints.

“Mmmph!....mmm-mmmmph!!” Natalia mumbled, trying to keep her mouth shut. Ben sighed and then walked to the kitchen counter, quickly finding a handful of clothespins. He walked slowly back to where Natalia sat on the couch and waved one of the wooden, spring-loaded pins in front of her eyes.

“Last chance…is Trippy still under my control?”

Natalia’s eyes remained glued to the clothespin, not out of mesmerized trance but in shocked terror. Her mouth trembled, but no words escaped.

Ben smirked and then squeezed the pin open, letting it close directly over Natalia’s left nipple, the excruciating pressure sending electric shocks throughout her body. She squirmed and shook her chest, but couldn’t lift her arms off the couch.

“Tell me, Natty…Is Trippy still under my control?”

“N-n-no!!” Natalia whined. “She…she woke up…knows what you’re doing to us!”

Ben nodded grimly. He should have suspected as much. He’d better get on top of this before things really spun out of control.

“How did she wake up, Natty?” Ben gently twisted the clothespin in his fingers. Natalia’s wails filled the house.

“Tell me…or I’ll go harder…”

“I did it! I woke her up! I told her what you were up to! AAHH!!”

Ben frowned and clipped another clothespin to Natalia’s right nipple. The young woman started panting, trying to process the burning hot cords of agony shooting from her nipples to her brain. Ben inched his hand closer to Natalia’s neatly trimmed pussy.

“I’m glad you told me that, Natty. You want my approval. You want to tell me everything I need to know. Do you understand?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Anything you want, Ben! Oh! OW! Oh! Oh!”

“Just tell me what I want to know, Natty,” Ben said, his thumb tracing delicate circles over Natalia’s clit through her panties. The simultaneous flood of pleasure and pain overloaded Natalia’s poor mind and she felt any last ounce of resolve evaporate.

Ben chuckled. He was absolutely giddy with the amount of power he had over her.

It almost felt like his head was swimming a little bit.

“So eager to tell me what I want to know…Too confused and overwhelmed to resist…you’ll tell me anything I ask, won’t you?”

“Y-yesss….Beeennn…mmph! Anything…you…ask!”

“What were you and Trippy planning to do with those tranquilizers you took? Tell me now!”

Natalia struggled for about two seconds before caving.

“D-d-drug…youuuu…”

“You were going to drug me?!” Ben should have seen that coming. Good thing he was one step ahead. “Why, so your aunt could get the drop on me and get me back under her thumb? Is that it?”

“Y-y-yes! She’s…really…oooOOOOooo…up-set…with…you…”

Natalia’s slit was drooling, even as the clothespins pinched her nipples harder.

“I see…and how were you going to do that, exactly? Put the drugs in the fish? In the wine?”

Natalia squirmed in delicious agony, trying futilely to keep the information inside her head. Ben sped up his fingers making circles on her clit.

Was he imagining it, or did his fingers feel…tingly?

“Noo…put them…in…your…beer…” Natalia said, her eyes rolling deliriously.

Ben’s smile slowly faded. He took his hand off Natalia’s slit, suddenly realizing why he felt so strange all of a sudden. He had finished off his beer a good twenty minutes ago and now the world was beginning to twirl in front of him. He had to get out of there, make it back to his house before it was too late.

He tried to stand up, but was overcome with a wave of vertigo and sat back down on the sofa.

“Awww…is someone having trouble staying on their feet?”

Ben’s blood turned to ice as he heard Aunt Trippy behind him. He twisted around, finding the curvy aunt standing in the hallway, her tits spilling out of her robe.

“That’s what too much beer will do to you. Why don’t you just sleep it off, big boy?”

She stalked towards him, her massive chest wobbling from side to side with every step. Ben tried to rush to his feet, but only managed to stumble forward into Trippy’s arms. The older lady caught him with surprising strength and immediately grabbed his head and stuffed his face deep into her warm, soft cleavage.

“Shh! Shh…shhhhh…no reason to struggle…you’re not going anywhere now, are you honey…just keep breathing in that yummy titty scent while the drugs take effect…making you sleepier and sleeeepier…”

“Mmm! Mmmph…mmmmmmm……” Ben tried to protest, but his body betrayed him, his muscles turning into pudding at Trippy’s command. He needed to breathe but somehow couldn’t muster the strength to free himself from the fragrant, feminine valley between Trippy’s giant boobs. It felt so comforting…so seductive…he could just drift…

“Yeah…that’s a good boy…just let yourself go night-night between my sweet boobies…oh, you were just such a naughty boy, taking advantage of me and my niece…well, two can play at that game, Benny…Just go to sleeeeeeep…I’ll tell you all about it when you wake up.”

With one final grunt, Ben went limp in Trippy’s arms. Trippy jiggled her tits around his face for good measure and then let his body topple back onto the couch like a sack of potatoes.

“Oh, you poor, stupid, handsome man,” Trippy gloated over him. “This is going to be so much fun!”

“A-A-Aunt TRIPPY!!” Nat shouted, still writhing in pain as the clothespins clamped down on her sore nipples, her arms hypnotically bound to the couch. “H-HELP!”

“Oh, dear. Here, sweetie,” Trippy said, slowly releasing the clothespins.

“Arms free and easy to move in 3…2…1…” She snapped her fingers loudly and Natalia yanked her arms off the couch, rubbing her wrists and nipples.

“Oh god! I thought he had us!” Natalia whimpered. “He got into my head good!”

“Yeah. He’s a lot better at this than I thought, than even he knows. That’s why I told you to spike the beer,” Trippy replied. “They always expect the wine at dinner. You gotta get ‘em when their guard is down.”

Natalia rose to her feet, glancing spitefully down at Ben’s unconscious body.

“What do we do now?” she asked.

Trippy raised an eyebrow lasciviously at her niece.

“Now comes the fun part. But first, let me roll up a blunt!”