PART 1: Chuck’s New Boss

“…two…starting to wake up now….and one! Wide awake and alert.”

Chuck opened his eyes, finding himself on a sturdy rocking chair in Annelie’s living room. Outside the window, birds were chirping brightly in the early morning sunlight. He blinked groggily.

Hadn’t it just been early evening? And hadn’t he just been in the dining room?

Swiveling his head, he saw Hans and Greta both passed out on the couch next to him. They were unconscious but, judging by their mile-wide smiles, were having the best dreams of their lives.

Before he could get to his feet, Annelie stepped out from behind his chair, her midnight black dress exchanged for a simple purple blouse and form-fitting black pants. She looked down at Chuck, cocking her head to the side inquisitively.

“Well, awake at last!” She said, beaming. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“I’m…good, actually,” Chuck said, mildly surprised. “Pretty refreshed, come to think of it. But…what happened? I remember we were eating dinner, then…maybe I had too much to drink…and then I remember…uh…”

Chuck, ever an example of modesty, couldn’t bring himself to say he remembered Annelie flashing her ginormous titties and wrapping them almost a full three hundred and sixty degrees around his head. The look on Annelie’s face told him he didn’t need to say it. But there was something else weird that bubbled in Chuck’s memory.

“You…you did something to us!” he accused. He turned towards his friends sleeping on the couch. “Hey! Hans! Greta! Wake up! What the hell happened last night? Guys! Are you okay? Hey!”

“Shhhhhhh….shh shhh shhh!” Annelie whispered through her plush lips. Chuck was on the verge of jumping up until Annelie’s soothing voice stopped him. She smiled coyly and then slipped behind the couch next the Hans and Greta. Leaning forward, she draped her arms around the sleeping house guests and gently drew them closer, resting their heads on the sides of her pillowy soft breasts.

“Not so loud Chuck, you don’t want to wake them, do you?” asked Annelie. She ran her nails sensually down the side of their cheeks, eliciting more smiles and giggles from the pair.

“Hans. Greta. You’re still lost in a wonderful dreamland right now. No need to be anywhere but here. In a moment, you will stand on your feet, but still be deeply under my sleepy power. You will go into the side room where I have two soft beds made for you. Go and lie down and have a nice long nap until I come wake you. Feeling the dream pulling you to your feet…off you go now, that’s it….”

Like sleepwalkers, Hans and Greta stumbled to their feet, walking in shuffling steps out of the room with their arms stretched forward. Chuck couldn’t help but notice Hans adjusting his pants to make room for an oversized morning boner as he staggered away.

‘See? There’s nothing wrong with your friends. They’re just feeling relaxed and happy to be under a roof again. Aren’t you happy, too?”

Annelie sat down on the sofa and crossed her leg over her thigh, fixing Chuck with her twinkling gaze. Chuck fidgeted in his chair, his heart thumping in his chest.

“Listen, I don’t know what you did to us, but I want to leave.”

“Oh, Chuck!” Annelie giggled. “You can’t leave! Not when I have so many uses for a strong, healthy man like you. Aren’t you interested in a job?”

“I already have a job. And a life. That’s what I’m trying to get home to,” Chuck bit back.

“Well, what’s stopping you?” Annelie shrugged her shoulders. “You can leave at any time, you know. It’s not like you're chained to the wall!”

Annelie paused, looking Chuck over.

“Unless you’d like to be chained to the wall?”

Chuck glared at the smug woman and pointedly rose to his feet. He’d have to get out now and try to get help for Hans and Greta when he made it back to civilization. He rushed to the door but stopped short, realizing he left his bag in the kitchen with his wallet in the front pocket. Behind him, Annelie stood and glided forward as slow and casual as a minx. Chuck ran into the kitchen, hoisted the bag over his shoulder, and bolted for the front door. He froze two seconds later, seeing Annelie standing in the hallway, blocking his exit with her giant, naked breasts.

“Chuck, don’t you want to think about this?” She said, tilting her head.

Chuck gaped. Did she know that her monstrous tits were tumbling out of her blouse? Did she even care?

“Are you actually going to hike home now? You look awfully tired.”

Chuck shook his head and blinked. For some reason, watching this buxom woman’s nipples bounce on top of her enormous rack was making his eyes heavy as lead. One after the other, his eyelids drooped down until he managed to pry them open, only to stare straight ahead at Annelie’s pointy dark nipples, irresistibly drawing his eyes closed all over again. It was almost like driving down a dark highway and nodding off. The mental effort of keeping his eyes open made him all the sleepier.

“Look at those droopy, sleepy eyes,” Annelie pouted, shaking her chest a little. “So hard to stay awake when you see my lovely nipples, isn’t it?”

“Y—y—YAAAWWWNN…”Chuck swayed on his feet. “Wh—why am I so tired?”

“I have no idea!” Annelie shrugged. “Although, I have heard that a lot of men and women get very sleepy when they see a lady’s nipples. They just get so tired…drowsy…sleepy…dreamy…”

Chuck’s mouth hung open and he heard his bag slide off his shoulder and hit the floor with a thud. He was just too exhausted to carry it, suddenly. His head bobbed up and down as he struggled to stay awake on his feet.

Annelie stalked over to him, keeping her nipples in front of his sleepy eyes with every step. She got close enough to whisper in his ear, her breasts jiggling just under his nose.

“I think my nipples are making it too hard for you to stay awake. Too hard to think,” she gently held his shoulders with her fingertips. “Just come here and sit down for a while. You need a little rest that’s all. So hard to keep those heavy eyes open…”

Chuck barely managed to grunt in protest but found himself obediently following Annelie’s lead as she guided him to the couch. For a moment she just stood in front of him, swinging her torso back and forth, letting his eyes follow her curves in a daze. Finally, she pushed her index finger lightly into his chest, sending him toppling back onto the sofa, his head crashing onto the cushions and his eyes closed.

Annelie smiled to herself and then sat down on the chair opposite the couch, covering her huge tits again with her blouse. She leaned back and waited patiently as Chuck snored away on the sofa. He blinked his eyes open again less than two minutes later, looking around the room astonished.

“There! That settles that,” Annelie teased him. “Obviously, you’re in no condition to leave so you better start cooperating or my girls will send you back to slumberland again. Understand?”

The only thing Chuck understood now was that this woman was unhinged, powerful, and dangerous.

Not to mention sexy as all hell.

“I don’t…who are you?” Chuck asked groggily.

“Oh, I’m just a lonely lady, living by myself up here in the mountains. I don’t get a lot of company you see, but when I do, I make sure they have a wonderful dream of a time with me. And if my visitors get…persuaded to help me out in return for my hospitality, why, that’s only natural, don’t you think?”

“What kind of help?” Chuck asked. “And how do you persuade them? Are you a witch or something?”

Annelie laughed and waved her hand.

“Goodness, do I look like an evil, old witch to you? Well, I might dabble in some ‘magic’ here and there, but I’m not going to cook you in a cauldron or anything!”

She laughed again.

“No, what I need is someone around the house to help with the chores, tidy up the stables, prune the garden, y’know, someone to take care of the man’s work around the house,” she raised her eyebrows at Chuck. “Interested?”

“Can’t say that I am,” Chuck said, his voice somewhere between indignant and terrified. “I’d be a lot more interested in getting back home. Why don’t you make Hans take care of the man’s work?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll get to your friends in a bit, but right now, let’s focus on you. Are you sure you don’t want to be my man-around-the-house?”

Chuck just shook his head. Annelie pouted her dark lips.

“Awww, no? Maybe you’re not thinking clearly. After all, this isn’t a decision you should make on an empty stomach.”

Annelie reached over to the bowl of fruit sitting on the coffee table and plucked up a shiny red apple.

“How ‘bout a little snack first?”

Chuck jumped to his feet in panic.

“I’m not touching any food from you! Not after what happened last night!”

“Really? Are you sure?”

In a flash, Annelie’s pulled down her blouse and let her amazing breasts pop free again. Chuck didn’t have time to prepare and his eyes reflexively darted back to the two sleep-inducing nipples bouncing in front of him. A wave of exhaustion washed over him as Annelie’s silky voice slipped into his head.

“Gooood….so tired….so sleeeeepy…feeling so heavy and sleepy…”

She walked towards him again, her body slithering like a snake.

“So drowsy…so sleepy…ready to fall deep, deep asleep in three…two…one…”

Annelie bumped her boobs into the swaying man’s chest and he toppled back onto the couch fast asleep. Wasting no time, Annelie took Chuck’s limp hand and opened his fingers, placing the apple in his palm. She got up, walking behind the couch, and leaned her creamy breasts over the cushions sandwiching Chuck’s head in her ample cleavage. Even passed out, Chuck smiled and moaned pleasurably to himself.

“Mmmm….that’s nice, isn’t it? Head’s so comfy and warm against my nice boobies. Everything feels so good right now, every word I say sounds so nice…”

She gently rocked Chuck’s head back and forth, rubbing her mountains of tit flesh up and down his face.

“You’re having a dream, Chuck. A nice relaxing dream where you’re so hungry. You’re surrounded by heaps of lovely food…mmm…smells so good… you eat and eat and eat, but you’re just so hungry… so, so hungry…”

Annelie continued to massage her breasts around his head as she talked. After a few minutes, Chuck’s stomach rumbled loudly making her giggle.

"That's good, Chuck. Coming back up...wide awake soon and so, sooo hungry in three…two…one!”

Chuck’s eyes opened. He sat up, groggy and confused. Behind him, Annelie tucked her breasts back into her blouse.

“Wha- what was I doing?” he asked.

“You were saying how hungry you are. Why don’t you have a nice, tasty apple for now?”

Chuck looked down at his hand still clutching the apple Annelie had given him. Before he realized what he was doing, his arm brought the apple to his mouth and he bit off a large, crisp bite. He had a flash of panic, realizing he had just done something he didn’t want to do, but then his mouth watered, and he took another bite, and then another. Each bite left Chuck with an irresistible urge to taste more of that sweet, delicious juice.

Before long, Chuck had mindlessly slurped down one apple only to find a fresh new one in his hand. Annelie lifted his arm to his mouth for him and he continued munching on the fruit, idly wondering what he had just been upset about.

“There, that’s much better, isn’t it?” Annelie said, helping him finish. “Doesn’t everything just seem nicer after eating my food?”

Chuck smacked down the last bite of apple and had to admit that Annelie was right. Everything did seem a lot nicer. The dulcet tones of the living room, the warm lazy sunshine pouring in through the windows, and Annelie’s twinkling eyes and honeyed smile all seemed so vibrant and enchanting. Chuck also noticed his body was feeling a lot nicer too. So loose and relaxed.

And horny. Chuck blushed as he crossed his legs trying to hide his inflating boner. Annelie’s plunging neckline and the teasing touch of her fingertips didn’t help him keep composure.

“I really think you’d like working for me,” Annelie cooed, sitting down and snuggling closer to Chuck. “Sure, I can’t offer you much of a salary, but there are quite a few intangible benefits. For one thing, you’d get to keep eating my yummy food…”

Annelie dangled a small bunch of grapes over Chuck’s head. He followed them placidly with his eyes, his mouth wide open. She plopped a bulging purple grape between his lips, squirming a little as he moaned in satisfaction.

“I also think you’ll find that doing chores for me can be a lot more fun than you think. In fact,” Annelie cocked an eyebrow down at Chuck’s tenting crotch. “I think you’ll find yourself highly motivated to work all day, every day. And you’re going to love every second of it.”

Chuck grinned as grape juice oozed out of his lips. He didn’t really understand what Annelie was talking about, but he didn’t care! As long as he could keep eating her delicious food that made his head feel fuzzy and his cock hard.

“Now,” Annelie said as she popped another grape in his mouth. “In a moment, I’m going to show you my big boobies again, but this time you won’t fall asleep. Instead, only a part of you will get sleepy and dopey. The part that is still trying to leave. That part is going to get so exhausted and sleepy watching my boobs. And that’s good, right? After all, why would you ever want to leave, hmm?”

That made sense to Chuck. Annelie was so wonderful, and yummy, and sexy. He should just stay there. Annelie waved another grape in front of his face before pushing it into his mouth.

“When I show you my big, bouncy boobies, part of you will fall asleep. The other part will get so interested, so aroused, brought to such stiff attention. You won’t be able to look away from my big, beautiful boobies…isn’t that right?”

“Y..yes…” Chuck said softly as he swayed in place on the couch.

With a devilish grin, Annelie put down the grapes and reached behind her. She brought out the shiny, golden bell suspended by a black silk ribbon. Chuck giggled softly through his horny trance as he dimly realized the bell looked like a tiny cowbell.

Holding the bell delicately in her hands, Annelie hooked her thumbs into the neckline of her blouse and stretched it over the swell of her chest. Two glorious, creamy breasts flopped out.

DING!

The bell sounded loudly in Chuck’s ear and he felt a jolt of pleasure shoot from his head to his cock. He gazed rapturously at Annelie’s bust.

“Good boy, Chuck. So turned on, so horny and obedient for me. Just so happy to watch my boobies do this.”

With the smallest twitch of her shoulders, the witchy woman shook her bare chest sending her breasts wobbling in every direction. Chuck felt his brain fizzle as the erotic sight overwhelmed him. With each shake of her tits, Annelie gave a small ring on her bell, letting the resonant ding wash over Chuck’s ears.

“Oh, my!” Annelie turned her eyes down to Chuck’s crotch. “My tits are making so much pressure in your trousers! It doesn’t hurt, does it, baby?”

She reached out and lay her hand down on the bulge in Chuck’s pants making him gasp.

DING!

“Oh, of course, you must be so uncomfortable, everything stuffed tight down there. Let’s give you some relief!”

She wasted no time unzipping his fly and yanking the waistband of his underwear over his swollen prick, bringing her heavy tits dangerously close to his face in the process. She looked down with undue concern at Chuck’s stiff member and picked up his hands in hers.

“Oh, poor thing! It’s gasping for air. Let’s rub it so it feels better.”

DING!

Chuck allowed his host to guide his hands to his shaft and let her move his fingers up and down the length. She softly took back her hand letting Chuck continue to jerk himself as she spoke to him, ringing the bell after every sentence.

“Good. That’s so nice…Watching my boobies bouncing.”

DING!

“Watch my boobies. They make you hard.”

DING!

“My boobies make your mind sleepy. They make your cock horny.”

DING!

“Sleepy mind. Horny cock. No more will. No more thoughts.”

DING!

“Working for Annelie makes you hard. Working for Annelie makes you happy.”

DING!

“You want to work for Annelie. You want to watch her boobies.”

DING!

The words slipped in and out of Chuck’s head, punctuated by the sound of the bell as he languidly stroked his cock along to the gentle rhythm of Annelie’s breasts. She continued to work him over for a few more minutes repeating her commands and ringing her bell.

Finally, she slowed down and looped the bell around her neck. She slithered her way out of her blouse and stood completely topless over Chuck. She took a moment to grab a wooden broom tied with tufts of straw at the bottom and held the smooth handle next to her chest.

“Mmmmm…you’re feeling so nice and dreamy now, isn’t that right, mein liebling? Do you remember what you called me earlier?”

Chuck gaped, his brain too battered by Annelie’s words and the poisoned apples.

Poisoned apples?... Just like a…

“A…a…witch?…” Chuck managed to say.

“That’s right!” Annelie’s eyes lit up. “And if I’m a witch, it means I have a big, hard, enchanted broom stick between my legs, doesn’t it?”

She swung her leg over the broomstick, straddling the stick between her sturdy thighs. She glared lasciviously at Chuck as she ran her slender hands up and over the tip of the broomstick, squeezing and tugging. She swayed easily on her feet and Chuck found his hands matching her rhythm as they stroked up and down on his cock.

“Watch my hands, Chuck. Watch them move over my stick. My hands are your hands, Chuck. My stick is your stick…”

The words echoed in Chuck’s empty brain as he followed along with Annelie’s stroking.

“My hands are your hands. Say it!”

Chuck mumbled through the fuzzy cloud around his mind.

“My hands are your hands…”

“My stick is your stick.”

“My stick is your stick…”

“Good, Chuck! Your hands are my hands. They listen to me. They do what I want…”

Annelie gave a series of quick squeezing strokes on the wooden shaft between her legs. Chuck copied her movements on his cock, gasping and panting as he felt the pressure build in his balls.

“Your stick is my stick…It listens to me. You stick obeys me. You obey me…”

“My stick is your stick…It listens to you. My stick obeys you. I obey you…” Chuck mumbled along sleepily.

Annelie circled her hips sensually, her own arousal beginning to bubble over. She lifted her broomstick to her chest, sandwiching the shaft between her incredible, heavy breasts, squeezing them together with her forearms. Chuck’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

“Watch your stick, Chuck. Feel my boobies smooshing around your stick. It feels so good to use your stick. It’s so hard, so horny. You’re so horny every time you use your stick…”

Flexing her hips, Annelie began bouncing her torso up and down, letting her tits along the polished wood. Just below her throat, the tip of the broomstick poked at the golden bell.

“Feeling your stick under my power now. Can’t resist my power. You can never resist my power…”

Chuck’s hands were pumping up and down on his cock now, his eyes mesmerized by Annelie’s bouncing boobs working over the hard shaft. The bell rang with every thrust.

DING!

DING!

DING!

DING!

“SLEEP!” Annelie commanded as she suddenly dropped the broom. Against every instinct he had, Chuck’s hands flew off his cock even as it ached and bulged, a hair away from climax. Chuck would have groaned in protest, except his face was suddenly buried in the warm cavern between Annelie’s giant tits, juicing his brain completely dry.

“Sleep! Sleep. Sleeeeeeeep now, Chuck. All that energy in your stick. All that cum in your balls is too much for you. Your head can’t handle the pressure. It needs to sleeeeeeep now.”

Chuck whimpered as he felt the maddening throb in his cock steal his willpower and the world went black.

When Chuck opened his eyes, the sunlight had shifted only a few degrees across the windows, making him think he had only been out for an hour or two. But what the hell happened before that? He remembered waking up, wanting to leave and heading for the door and…

…and then…

…then two wonderful, giant breasts started crowding his thoughts. His eyes grew unfocused and he suddenly lost all motivation to do anything except sit on the comfy couch and think of the bouncy rack that was making his cock pump up.

“Ah! You’re awake!” Annelie’s voice drifted from the back of the room. Chuck snapped to his senses and turned to see the curvy woman coming in from the kitchen carrying a casserole dish and wearing a quaint apron over her front. “You must have had some good dreams. It’s almost half past two already.”

“Oh, yeah sorry…I don’t know what came over me,” Chuck said through a thick fog.

“You must have been so exhausted. But I bet you’re feeling very refreshed now!”

She was right. He did.

“Why don’t you help me tidy up a bit and then you can have some of my creamy potato casserole for lunch.”

Chuck tried to shake some sense into his head.

“Listen…uh…Frauline, I’m not really interested in cleaning your –”

DING!

Annelie gave her bell necklace a quick shake. The ring of the bell flipped a switch in Chuck’s brain and in his penis.

“Why don’t you start by sweeping up the house for me?”

“Y…yes…” Sweeping up sounded really good to Chuck all of a sudden. “Sweep…up…the…house…”

“Hmmm…and you can call me ‘mistress’”

“Yes, mistress…” Chuck mumbled.

Annelie smiled and handed him her broom. “Go on, knock yourself out.”

Chuck grabbed the broomstick and felt a tingle run through his body that settled in his cock making it buzz with arousal.

“Make sure to get the cobwebs in the corner. And don’t forget…”

Annelie held up the bolden cowbell and let it dangle just over her cleavage.

“…your stick is my stick.”

DING!

Chuck spent the rest of the afternoon feverishly sweeping every corner of the house. Each time his hands gripped and pushed the broom across the floor, he felt his cock grow stiffer and hornier in his shorts. After sweeping he passed around the house with a duster and wash cloth, making sure every surface and tacky figurine was shiny and polished for Annelie. Whenever Chuck got weary and felt his hands begin to slow, his cock would come up hard and a deep primal urge to keep cleaning overtook him.

Annelie busied herself in the kitchen, occasionally coming into the living room to lounge on the couch and watch her new maid at work, laughing evilly to herself. Chuck didn’t mind. Anytime he did get annoyed and felt like saying something to the woman, he would catch sight of her deep cleavage or a nipple poking out of her dress and his concerns would drain down to his cock, driving him to clean harder. He found himself working with a mindless smile on his lips.

“Not bad, Chuck,” Annelie said, leaning back in her plush armchair. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for a strapping man like you to chance by. And now I have three new guests to play with. Lucky me.”

“Yes, mistress,” Chuck replied as he dunked a mop into a wooden bucket filled with soapy water.

“Don’t slack off now, dear. I want this place to be spotless before I wake up that pretty girlfriend of yours so she can sample some of my ‘special’ cream tarts. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good boy. Such a hard, hard worker for mistress.”

DING!