“Tone?...Tony?...How are you feeling?”

Fatima gently shook the big black man by the shoulder as amber light poured in through the dusty windows. She had spent the entire night whispering self-affirming commands into Tony’s ear as he lay blissfully unconscious on his couch, reminding him that he was a smart, sexy, powerful man. Fatima eventually recorded her mantras and left her voice playing on a loop.

While her deprogramming ran its course, she paced around the disheveled room trying to get a hold of herself. Most of what she could remember about the past week was a blur of corporate meetings with a lot of missing details, dancing and mesmerizing a huge number of people, and frazzled images of bouncing tits and hard cocks.

And her formulas! Her custom-designed, unpatented, illegal-as-fuck formulas! She balefully recalled singing out her computer passwords and document names for every formula she had while that bitch Jeanna jiggled her tits above her face and Harold melted her pussy with a vibrator wand. She couldn’t let them walk away with all that. Not just for her pride, but if anyone of authority traced those drugs to her, she’d be lucky to wind up in jail instead of being tossed off a bridge.

She had to act fast, and, whether he liked it or not, Tony would have to be part of the plan.

“Tony!...C’mon baby! We gotta talk.”

At last, Tony blinked his eyes open, stretching and yawning like he had the best night’s sleep in his life. He sat up and his face changed to a confused frown.

“Fati? Wha-what the hell happened? Why are we in my office? Holy shit! Are my pants off?”

“Take it easy, tiger. It’s not exactly what you think.” Fatima said. “Just think back. What was the last thing you remember?”

Tony furrowed his brow as he tried to concentrate.

“I remember you coming into the restaurant with those two corporate suits. The blonde chick came at me, asking for a special order and I’m about to tell her off when she…she starts swinging this flashy thing…and I just start…staring…at…her….her…tits….yeaaahh…nice big titssss…”

Tony trailed off as he stared blankly ahead. Fatima glanced down to see a mammoth bulge poking up from the blanket.

“Tony!”

The big man snapped his head at Fatima’s voice and glanced down at his boner.

“Oh, fuck! Sorry! Early morning and everything.”

Fatima pulled her gaze, reluctantly, away from Tony’s crotch.

“Tony, are you saying that you don’t remember anything about the last week? About your staff walking out and threatening lawsuits?”

“What?” Tony twisted his head. Fatima pushed a stack of letters in front of him. His eyes bulged out of his face as he frantically tore through them.

“Oh fuck..oh shit!..OH FUCK!!” Tony let the letters fall from his hands, completely beside himself.

“They’re gonna take the whole place! I’m fucking ruined! What the hell? How did this happen?”

“You were mindfucked, Tony. We both were. They sucker-punched both of us at once and made me dance to their tune while they swung you around by your cock. We never saw it coming!”

Tony jumped up to his feet, flashing Fatima with his enormous junk before thinking to wrap the blanket around himself.

“This fucking can’t be happening! How the fuck am I supposed to get out of this?”

“There is one way,” Fatima said, sitting back in the plush office chair, flipping her rich black hair behind her. “You’ll never save the restaurant while people are spreading it around that you’re a pervert. You’ll need cash quick. So, sell the place to them.”

Tony wheeled on her.

“You’re joking!”

“Tony,” Fatima said in as level a voice as she could manage. “Listen to me. I got a plan, but I need your help. I’m telling you I can make things better, keep us both out of jail, and if we play this right you’ll still keep Chickie’s for yourself.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re going to have to just trust me on this,” Fatima said as she pulled out a transfer of ownership form from her bag. “Sign on the dotted line, and I can make sure you get Chickie’s back in a week or less, deal?”

Tony eyed the paper and pen licking his lips all the while. He struggled for a minute or two before finally shaking his head.

“No. No, I’m sorry. But I can’t get involved with this shit. I’m in enough trouble as it is without adding corporate espionage or whatever to my record.”

Fatima sighed and clipped off two buttons from her blouse. She’d have to do this the hard way. Tony’s eyes drifted to Fatima’s chest as she fiddled with the third button.

“Hmmm, not sure that’s going to work, Tone. But y’know, I do have two really, really nice reasons why you should listen to my idea.”

Fatima undid the fourth button. Her swelling cleavage pushed and strained to free itself. Tony’s eyes were on stalks.

“First, that blonde, Jeanna, put some very tricky, sexy commands in your head. Commands that anyone could use if they wanted to get something out of you. Commands you will follow when you see two perky bare nipples in front of you.”

The last button tore open. Fatima pulled down her bra and began gently shaking her chest in front of Tony.

“You got really happy when you saw Jeanna’s sexy tits, right? So, tell me. Who’s bigger?” Fatima stuck out her chest proudly. “She’s got a nice rack, but I think I have the biggest titties, isn’t that right?”

“….biggest titties…” Tony mumbled. Fatima watched as the bulge in his blanket reappeared.

“Yeah, nice big bouncy titties. And remember what Jeanna always says. You love bouncy tits! You’ll do anything for bouncy tits.”

“Yeahh,” Tony said with a smile. “Anything for bouncy tits.”

“You’ll do anything for my bouncing tits, right?”

“Yeah. I’ll do anything for your bouncing tits.”

Fatima smiled and held up the paper and pen. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness as Tony mindlessly signed over his whole business while his eyes stayed glued on her chest. She knew she was betraying his trust, but she had no time for subtlety. Tony finished the last paper, his eyes still following Fatima’s boobs as she shook them appreciatively for him.

“Now, handsome, just sit back and listen to everything I say.”

“Everything…you..saaaaaaayyy…”

Harold looked at himself in the mirror, holding a mustard yellow and red pin-striped tie to his pressed white shirt.

“What do you think of this one?” he asked Jeanna.

Jeanna stood a foot behind and to the right of her husband and stared at the awful thing that might as well have been a hotdog stain on his chest. She crossed her legs and shook with arousal.

“It’s…it’s…so uuugly…” She moaned.

Harold smirked and held up a purple and lime green zig-zag print tie.

“Maybe this one instead?”

Jeanna’s cheeks flushed red. She could feel her juices soak through her panties.

“That’s…just…hideous…” She bit down on her bottom lip. Her hand twitched, aching to rub herself.

“Hmmmm…it’s a difficult choice, isn’t it?” Harold switched the two ghastly ties back and forth over his chest. Jeanna stared at the waves of clashing fabric as her level of horniness cranked higher and higher. She knew full well what was happening. She remembered Harold’s childish hypnotic command to become insatiably aroused with every ugly tie she saw him wear.

She was almost ready to fuck the bedpost.

“By the way,” Harold said, inspecting a brown polyester tie that made Jeanna gasp. “Did we ever get a status report from Fatima last night about the downtown take-over?”

Jeanna shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate.

“No. Turns out, our girl never checked in last night.”

Harold jerked his head towards Jeanna, his eyes wide in concern.

“No news at all?”

Jeanna shook her head. “I told you sending her to her old neighborhood would complicate things.”

Harold shrugged off the comment and reached for his phone. “No need to jump to conclusions, maybe she just had to stay late with a hard bargainer.”

“All of Fatima’s bargains end up ‘hard’!” Jeanna sassed.

“You know what I mean,” Harold grumbled as she swiped through his messages. “Ah! Here! She sent this a few minutes ago.”

Jeanna reached for the phone and read.

SORRY I WAS LATE LAST NIGHT. LOTS OF WORK. MEET ME AT 3 TO DISCUSS.

“See? Everything’s under control,” Harold beamed and went back to checking his ties. Jeanna felt her phone buzz through her pants and instinctively brought it to her face.

JEANNA, HAD A HUGE BREAKTHROUGH WITH ONE OF THE BUSINESS OWNERS. LOTTA $$$. MEET ME IN THE BOARDROOM AT 11 ALONE. WANT TO SURPRISE HAROLD LATER.

“Everything ok?” Harold asked without looking up from the mirror.

“Yeah! Sure, just remembered I have a meeting with accounting at 11. No biggie.”

“I’ll leave that one to you. I’m headed out to lunch with the cute secretary from the development team. I might bring her home tonight for some extra fun. How does that sound?”

Jeanna’s blood started to boil. Did her worthless husband really think she was going to spend the day hard at work while he got frisky with the new office slut?

“What?! Listen, you fucking leech! Don’t you dare think…think that….that…”

Jeanna’s rage evaporated in a puff of smoke as Harold turned with his half-erect cock dangling out of his fly. Jeanna’s eyes immediately locked on the swaying appendage as her mouth flapped open uselessly.

“Now, now hon, there’s no reason to be upset.”

“No reason to be upset…” Jeanna droned softly.

“You’ll change your mind when I bring her home tonight. It will be fun to have another playmate, hmm?”

“Yes…change my mind…tonight…It’s fun to have another playmate…”

“That’s better!” Harold grinned. He turned back to the mirror and held up a small tie with a checkerboard print colored neon orange and cyan blue.

“I haven’t worn this one in a while,” Harold said turning to his dazed wife. “What do we think of this one?”

“Oh…OHhh!...It’s…it’s completely….downright….TACKY!!!” Jeanna squirmed in place as her clit went into overtime. She bucked her hips, her breath coming rapidly through her nose.

“I think we have a winner!” Harold crowed as he buttoned up his fly again and reached for his jacket. He sauntered over to the door of their suite turning to blow his wife a kiss goodbye.

“And you know what the best part is?” Harold asked. Jeanna looked up at him with wide tortured eyes.

“It’s a clip-on.”

Harold smiled to himself as he closed the door and strutted down the hall. He hummed a jaunty tune to himself as Jeanna’s roaring orgasm echoed throughout the building.

11 am struck and Jeanna click-clacked her way into the board room on her stiletto heels. Fatima was already waiting for her, seated at the head seat, her shapely fishnet-wrapped legs perched on the corner of the meeting room table. Jeanna dropped her handbag onto a chair and cautiously walked over to the Latina hottie who was leafing through a stack of documents like she owned the place.

“So, did you have a productive night?” asked Jeanna. “You know it’s company policy to check in every six hours in the field.”

Fatima didn’t bother looking up from the textbook-sized binder on her lap.

“I know. But I didn’t want to jeopardize my assignment by interrupting a delicate situation. You know how it is.”

“You had a ‘delicate situation’ the entire night?” Jeanna probed. Something was different about her new company agent/play toy. Did she detect a note of defiance?

“Yuh-huh!” She slapped down the stack of files. “That’s the proprietor deeds to nearly every business in the downtown strip. The beauty salon near the end gave me a little trouble. The ladies in charge weren’t as eager to talk as the men. But all it took was a little sparkle-sparkle show—” Fatima jiggled her tits together bouncing the black hypno disc in her cleavage, “— and they started to talk business. But that’s not even the best part!”

Jeanna sat down in the empty seat next to Fatima, leaning forward in anticipation. Fatima ran her tongue over her teeth and wiggled her eyebrows.

“The best part is I found a star dancer!” She whispered.

“What? We have a shitload of dancers, especially after your job with Heyman.”

“We have tons of ladies, yes. But who cares?” Fatima shrugged. “They’re easy enough to recruit. They just have to shake some ass and titties and every guy practically hypnotizes himself. I should know.”

Fatima leaned in closer to Jeanna.

“I’m talking about a male dancer. Someone who will draw in the female public and give them a good distraction while we work them over with subliminals. There are a lot of wealthy ladies and women with some good leverage over very rich and powerful men. We should capitalize on that!”

Jeanna sat back in her chair. Why hadn’t they considered this before? And why was Fatima so proactive about it?

“I’m telling you! This guy has the full package! He’s tall, has a killer, beefy bod, not to mention, well… a very full package! Seriously, he’s huge! Even for a black guy. Women will be lining up for miles to—”

Jeanna had heard more than enough. She needed to take charge now. She suddenly yanked down her shirt, letting her round, plump tits bounce into view.

“—have their brains fucked out with his…big…..beautiful….coccccck…”

Fatima trailed off as her eyes tracked Jeanna’s perky pink nipples. Jeanna hid her smile and hefted her breasts up and down.

“Don’t let me distract you, dear,” She cooed ruthlessly. “Just keep telling me all about this stud of yours as you watch my titties. They’re so fun to watch, aren’t they?

“Yeah…fun to watch…” Fatima bobbed her head along with Jeanna’s tits.

“That’s more like it,” Jeanna said with a grin. “Now, tell me who your bosses are.”

“You are my boss…and Harold.” Fatima droned.

“Which means?”

“Which means I have to do everything you say…”

“Good, lest we forget that little detail,” Jeanna pinched her nipples and then pulled Fatima’s rolling chair closer. She grabbed Fatima by the front of her top.

“The girls could use a little attention, Fatima. Be a good worker and help your boss out.”

“Yes, boss…” Fatima said with a vapid grin. She started tweaking and scratching Jeanna’s erect nipples while gently massaging her glorious breasts. Jeanna sighed appreciatively.

“Anyway, let’s continue. Where did you meet this stud of yours?”

“At Chickie’s…He’s my friend Tony… I spent the night with him…”

Jeanna nodded. So that explains why her little field agent never checked in the night before. She was too busy test-driving the new gigolo.

“Tony…Tony…” Jeanna mumbled to herself as Fatima sucked her left nipple with gusto. “Oh yes! I remember! That built restaurant owner I dropped during your interview!”

“Yes…he was about to go out of business when I found him.”

“Well, I’m not surprised! I set him up with some very intense goon programming. I thought I could just take over his business and use him as a petty cash cow. But it sounds like you found a better use for him, huh? You got him to sign over the bistro, right?”

“Yes, boss… Then I brainwashed him into thinking he’s the world’s sexiest male hooker.”

“See! This is why we hired you!” Jeanna laughed as she squeezed Fatima’s head between her ample cleavage. “Hmm, it sounds like you had an exciting night. Now I want to test out our new company asset.”

“Yes, boss… He’s waiting in the break room.”

Fatima’s glowing endorsement of her new stud combined with the attention she was lavishing on Jeanna’s rack had the businesswoman’s juices flowing. She supposed she could spare some time to inspect the goods.

“Well, bring him out, girl!” Jeanna cackled. She had been surprisingly pent up since Harold had his little promotion.

Fatima stopped fondling Jeanna’s tits and walked sleepily to the breakroom. She came back leading the six foot five, voluptuously buff, naked black man by his ten-inch cock. Jeanna’s mouth fell open and her eyes lit up. If she had known how attractive Tony was under his clothes when she first seduced him, she would have kept him brainwashed with Fatima.

Jeanna felt a buzz between her legs pulse through her as she stared at Tony like a hungry cat.

“Well, hi there, handsome,” She purred. “So, you’re going to be our new addition to our corporate family, hm? How about I introduce you to my special girls?”

Grinning lasciviously, Jeanna juggled her tits as Tony’s eyes swiveled along. To his right, Fatima smiled brainlessly as the two of them stared, completely mesmerized by Jeanna’s show. Jeanna wriggled her hips as she felt her pussy gush a little to see the pair of them under her sway.

“You’re both such good employees, following the boss’s boobs as they go around and around. They make you so happy, don’t they Say yes, boss.”

“Yes, boss,” Fatima and Tony droned in harmony. Jeanna could feel her heart racing.

“That sounds so nice. Fatima, get Tony nice and ready for me. I’d like to try a little product quality control.”

“Yes, boss,” Fatima said as she dropped to her knees and eagerly ran Tony’s length through her hands, planting sloppy wet kisses on his head. Tony barely flinched, but couldn’t stop a small moan from slipping past his lips.

“Doesn’t that feel good, Tony?” Jeanna teased him as she shimmied her tits in his face. “You’re going to love working for Geminicorp. You will obey every command your bosses give you. You will hand over every cent you earn with a happy smile on your face. Say yes, boss!”

“Y-yes, boss!” Tony said, grunting as Fatima popped his dick in her mouth, slurping it like a popsicle.

“You’re getting hard and horny now, Tony,” Jeanna cooed. “Fatima is making your cock so hot and needy. You want to fuck me, baby. You’re desperate to pound me till you burst!”

“Ergh…yes…boss…” Tony struggled.

“But you won’t cum until I say. You’ll stay nice and hard until I’m ready for you to finish. Say yes.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Come over here, stud,” Jeanna said, as she whipped off her skirt and panties. Fatima let Tony’s penis drop from her mouth as he barreled forward.

Still slick from Fatima’s masterful blowjob, Tony slid straight into Jeanna as she sat naked on the boardroom table. Jeanna gasped with delight and then wrapped her arms around Tony’s broad back, letting him slowly pump himself in and out, warming up her cunt to his impressive girth.

“Oh god! Oh shit! Fatima, you’re right! He’s going to fuck so many women’s brains out with this monster down here!”

Even without a will of his own, Tony was anything but mechanical. He ran his strong hands over Jeanna’s figure, lifting her slender legs to give him better leverage. He alternated between powerful thrusts to rapid gallops and then back to slow, teasing strokes.

Jeanna moaned and writhed along with every thrust of Tony’s massive dong. She let him spread her out over the boardroom table, her tits wobbling with Tony’s rhythm, keeping him firmly entranced even as she lost herself to raw sexual pleasure. Tony’s dick was a solid metal bar dancing against her g-spot, masterfully teasing her to heights of pleasure without ever pushing her to climax. She squealed in sheer delight. It was like Tony had trained his entire life for this.

As Tony maneuvered Jeanna through position after position, Fatima stood off to the side, her clothes and hair disheveled and her mind lost in a hypnotic fog. As Jeanna’s ‘test-drive’ continued, however, Fatima began to blink and fidget more and more. Then, with a deep inhale, she shook her head and began to look around the room, her eyes sharp and alert.

Jeanna was right to be suspicious of Fatima bringing Tony onto the team on a whim but made the fatal error of thinking she could pacify her with her usual titty tricks. But Fatima was not some busty ditz fresh out of party college. She had done her research not just on mind-altering chemicals but in various states of consciousness as well. Before learning to play around in the heads of her victims, she had subjected herself to hours of self-hypnosis and knew how to let go of a trance when she needed.

She fully anticipated that Jeanna would use her booby trap to hypnotize and her she had no problem letting the blond vixen take the wheel for a while. She could drift in her pleasurable fog until Tony inevitably had Jeanna distracted, hypnotically coached by Fatima the night before to make any woman’s brains drip out of their pussies with his love-making. Then, Fatima would just slowly and surely walk herself out of trance just like waking up from a deep meditation session.

Fatima stretched her arms, wonderfully refreshed from her midday trance, and tip-toed over to where Tony was ploughing her boss and captor doggie style. She leaned in close to Tony’s ear.

“Good boy, Tony. Boss says do her reverse secretary now.”

Tony robotically obeyed, picking up Jeanna in his strong arms and hoisting her onto his lap as he took a seat on the executive chair at the head of the table. Jeanna followed his lead, enthralled by the magic sensations flooding her cunny. She bounced eagerly on Tony’s cock while her tits swung back and forth wildly.

Fatima watched her captor, the woman who crossed every boundary to try and turn her into a docile slave. The bitch had crossed every boundary to turn Fatima into her docile slave, but now the tables would turn. Smiling cruelly, Fatima undid her blouse one button at a time.

“’Well, how do you like my secret little weapon? Well, maybe not so little,” Fatima chuckled. “It must feel nice to get fucked so deeply. You like doing that to people, don’t you Jeanna? Fucking them over? Having your way with them? Who knew that submission could feel so satisfying, huh?”

“F-Fatima?” Jeanna managed to slip out between moans. “Wha…mmmm…what are you doing?”

“Getting payback on you, you silly cow!” Fatima taunted her as Jeanna writhed helplessly on Tony’s cock, his fingers reaching around her slender waist to fub her clit in delicious circles. “You really thought you could keep me mesmerized into doing all your dirty work, handing over my formulas for your scammy company? Well, you’re in for some serious re-education.”

“N-no! Won’t let you…watch…ugh!...watch my t-t-tits, Fatima…”

Fatima smiled and held up her hand in the blonde businesswoman’s face. “Sorry, you already jumped the gun with your dirty titty tricks. Now, you’re the one that’s hardly in any (ahem) position to resist these babies.”

Jeanna only moaned as she watched Fatima slide off her blouse, her incredible bust barely contained in a lacy black bra. Any retort on Jeanna’s part was immediately silenced by the ecstasy of Tony’s huge black cock. Fatima did note, with no small amount of satisfaction, a glint of fear in Jeanna’s eye as she unhooked her bra.

With a shimmy of her chest, Fatima’s bra flung off and her amazing tits bounced free, her nipples covered by two black pasties. Stunned, Jeanna opened her eyes wide as Fatima’s pasties began to spiral. Fatima stretched her arms high above her head treating Jeanna to a glorious view of her rack as the hypnotic image discs battered the blonde’s mind with entrancing flashes and colors.

Funny how in the end, Jeanna’s mind would be entrapped by the same sinister technology she had used to ensnare Fatima.

“Mmm….so good to watch my boobs shake back and forth. So good to have Tony fuck you in and out. Back and forth. In and out. Back and forth. In and out.”

Jeanna’s eyes swung along helplessly with Fatima’s tits as she let her mouth dangle open in a lazy, stupid smile. Tony continued to pump his powerful hips up and down, his cock thrusting into Jeanna to the same compelling rhythm as Fatima’s tits.

“That’s good Jeanna, so amazing to get fucked while you watch my wonderful tits. You’re a smart woman, Jeanna. A very smart women with a strong, unbendable will. But now, all that will is getting gooey. Gooey and slippery and wet, like your pussy. All your willpower Jeanna is melting down into your needy, horny pussy. You can feel that, can’t you Jeanna?”

Jeanna brayed like a horny donkey, nodding her head as her eyes followed Fatima’s hypnotic nipples.

“Your pussy is filling up with every ounce of your will, your power, your ambition. You don’t need any of those things. You just want to be a horny pussy, getting deliciously fucked by my pet bull, Tony.”

Almost on cue, Tony grunted and lifted Jeanna’s body onto the board table, standing up and fucking her from behind. Jeanna’s naked breasts spread out on the polished table under her weight.

“You’re going to keep letting all that strong willpower of yours build up in your horny cunny. The hotter you get, the more docile and agreeable you are. So incredibly horny. Nobody has ever fucked you like Tony’s big black cock, have they?”

Jeanna’s mind dissolved like a sugar cube in water, but she still managed a vapid groan of affirmation.

“It’s filling your pussy so nicely, sliding in and out, driving your closer and closer. Getting so easily led…”

Fatima drove her point home by swinging her rack from side to side in wide arcs, watching with an evil grin as Jeanna’s head obediently swiveled along.

“All your energy, all that willpower is now pent up in that tight pussy of yours Jeanna. It needs to come out. You need to release everything, and when you do, you’re going to lose all that willpower, all that initiative to say no to me. You’ll do whatever me and my pretty, flashy boobs tell you.”

The holographic discs on Fatima’s nipples strobed and spiraled faster and faster, driving Jeanna’s punch-drunk brain to climax. Tony unconsciously sped up his pace as he pounded Jeanna from behind the table.

“It’s all about to tumble out now Jeanna, in three…two…one…”

Jeanna screamed at the top of her lungs, arching her back ins ecstasy as her pussy clenched down on Tony’s dick, wracked with her orgasm. Her eyes squeezed shut as the tsunami of pleasure crashed around her, drowning her in sheer pleasure.

Fatima waited until she saw Jeanna’s face surrender to the afterglow of orgasm and then walked over to Tony, dragging her nail over his broad shoulders and whispering in his ear.

“That’s perfect, my good bull. You did such a good job. Go have a treat and then take a nap. You deserve to give yourself a nice treat…”

Tony’s eyes rolled back in his head as he pulled out of Jeanna, jetting out streams of thick white cum all over her back. Fatima felt her own cunt get wet as Tony enthusiastically released his load, and then stumbled back into one of the office chairs, his eyes slamming shut in deep sleep even as his cock continued to spurt small streams of cum.

Fatima sighed and headed into the bathroom, returning with a moistened washcloth. She wiped down both Tony and Jeanna. The former was still sleeping peacefully with a huge satisfied grin on his face while the latter rested face down on the table, dazed and empty-headed with her ass sticking proudly in the air.

Fatima carefully peeled off the hypno discs from her breasts and washed her nipples with warm water. She dried them and then carefully slapped on a pair of blue latex gloves before reaching into her back for a vial of liquid. She may have needed to resort to Jeanna’s technological tricks to snare her at first, but now she was properly brain fried by Tony’s hard cock and the hypnotic light show, Fatima could finish the rest her way.

She squeezed out the tiniest drop of psyitropin gel onto her gloved hands and gently opened Jeanna’s mouth, spreading the gel on her inner lip with her finger. Jeanna instinctually licked up the gel the world around her started melting into a forest of erotic images. Fatima carefully peeled off the glove, letting her fingers tease her slit as she watched the stupefied woman’s head bobble back and forth, lost in a hallucinogenic la-la land.

She gently pulled Jeanna off the table and walked her like a zombie to the couch. After sitting her down, she went to Tony, still napping in the office chair, a dreamy smile on his face. She draped her fingers over his bare shoulders and whispered into his ear.

“Wake up Tony. Waking up now, feeling relaxed, refreshed, and happy.”

Tony’s eyes fluttered open and he picked up his head, glancing casually around the room without the slightest reaction to the fact that he was completely naked with his cock flopped over on his leg. He looked up at Fatima and blinked his eyes.

“Did…did it work?” He asked, stifling a yawn.

In response, Fatima jerked her thumb at Jeanna, who was sitting dazed on the couch, her body swaying under Fatima’s spell.

“We did it, mostly thanks to your not-so-secret weapon,” she said playfully squeezing Tony’s huge cock in her hand. “I knew she’d flash those knockers at me. There wasn’t much I could do about that. So, I had to rely on you keeping her distracted while I worked my way out of the trance. Those subliminal instructions I planted in your head made you an irresistibly good lay and that was crucial. If Jeanna had gotten bored and tried to take more control, things could have gone bad.”

Tony nodded and stretched himself, his eyes settling on Jeanna’s exposed rack jiggling softly with her lumbering motions. He started daydreaming of those tits on a trampoline when Fatima snapped her fingers loudly in front of his face. He reeled back.

“Don’t ogle her too close,” Fatima warned. “We’re both still affected by her programming. Anyway, we have one more thing to do before we get things ready for Harold.”

She sat down on Tony’s lap, her hand gently fondling Tony’s dick, letting it slip in and out of her fingers until it began to swell back up. Tony moaned softly as his body surrendered to arousal.

“I need your help with one more thing, Tony,” Fatima said, pressing her tits into his shoulder. “I think you’ll enjoy it. Just go to your happy place, Tony.”

Fatima worked Tony’s cock until it was standing proud and erect again. Tony’s smile grew larger and his eyes started to flutter.

“Go back to your happy, sexy place Tony. And just follow my lead.”

“Follow your lead…” Tony mumbled as his eyes slammed shut.

Fatima gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then tugged on the head of his cock, pulling him gently to his feet. She led the entranced man over to Jeanna on the couch, sitting him down to her right. She gently manipulated Jeanna onto Tony’s lap, leaning her back into Tony’s muscular chest.

“Keep your eyes closed Tony,” Fatima instructed her man. “Eyes closed, lost in a fun sexy dream. Play with Jeanna’s boobs for me now, Tony. Go knock yourself out, but don’t open your eyes.”

Tony wasted no time reaching around and groping Jeanna with large, strong hands. Jeanna swooned at his touch, her head still spinning from the psycilitropin gel. Fatima sat down in front of Jeanna, lifting her nipples to the entranced woman’s face.

“Watch the pretty titties, Jeanna,” She commanded. “Watch them bounce back and forth, up and down, in and out…”

In Jeanna’s mind, double images of giant tumbling breasts cascaded in mind-bending colors before her. Colors that made her feel silly and made her cunt buzz with need.

“Pretty titties making you so happy and sexy, Jeanna. Happy and sexy…” Fatima leered at her former boss gazing stupidly at her body. Glancing up, she signaled Tony to move his hand down to stroke and tease Jeanna’s clit. Tony played her pussy like a skilled violinist.

“Feels so good, Jeanna,” Fatima continued, “You want to stare at a nipple now. Each eye on a nipple. Nipples going round and round, so hard to follow, follow them round and round, each eye going round and round following a nipple…”

Her brain reduced to horny mush, Jeanna’s eyes rolled in opposite directions as Fatima shimmied her chest in a well-practiced move from her stripper years she called “the brain scrambler”. Tony, never neglecting his duty to drive Jeanna insatiably horny with his talented hands, made the mistake of glancing up and felt his own brain getting wonderfully scrambled as well.

“Good girl, Jeanna. Follow the nipples. They’re such a silly part of a woman’s body. Just a sensitive pink little nub, a pink little nub like your horny clit, right?” Fatima began to lightly circle and stroke her nipples with her fingers. “My nipples make you think of your clit, Jeanna. That’s exactly what they are, Jeanna. My nipples are just two copies of your horny, needy clit. And every time you watch me rub my cute nipples, you feel me rub your clit, twice as strong, twice as sexy.”

Fatima licked her fingertips before squeezing and stroking her nipples luxuriously with both hands. She smiled to hear extra juice getting squished around by Tony’s ceaseless fingers on Jeanna’s clit. Her brain was now a single throbbing nerve bundle between her legs begging her to listen, to watch, to cum.

Fatima tapped her nipples in alternate rhythms making Jeanna jump her butt up and down on Tony’s lap.

“My nipples are your clit, Jeanna. You must listen to your body, listen to your clit. You will listen to my nipples Jeanna. Tell me you’ll obey my nipples from now on.”

Fatima brought her breasts an inch away from the blond’s face. Her final mental defense crumbled to dust.

“I obey Fatima’s nipples!” She proclaimed. Fatima smiled and bounced her breasts.

“Again.”

“I obey Fatima’s nipples!”

“Keep going.”

“I obey Fatima’s nipples! I obey Fatima’s nipples! I obey Fatima’s nipples!” Jeanna chanted, her hips bucking wildly under Tony’s fingers.

I took a few seconds for Fatima to realize that two voices were chanting their fealty to her in unison. She laughed to see Tony helplessly staring at her as he worked Jeanna over, his mighty cock standing at full mast again. She blushed, knowing that she was the inspiration driving his superhuman love-making.

Fatima reached over to pick up Jeanna’s hands and wrapped them both around Tony’s cock even as he continued to pleasure her with his hands.

“Let’s show my handsome friend here some love,” She giggled, moving Jeanna’s hands up and down along his shaft. She let Jeanna continue on autopilot and went back to tormenting her with her nipples.

“Tony dear, just enjoy yourself. The girls have to have a little talk. Don’t worry about what we’re saying, just keep Jeanna nice and happy and relaxed, okay?”

“Yes, Fati…” Tony sighed.

Fatima turned her attention back to Jeanna, at long last completely at her mercy.

“Listen close now, Jeanna. You know what Harold’s been doing to you. You know what he’s been doing to us. And now we’re getting back at him, whether you like it or not. But that’s okay, right. That makes you happy, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Fatimaaaa…” Jeanna droned.

“Call me boss now. That’s what everyone will be calling me soon after I use you to finally take over your company, whether you like it or not.”

“Whether I like it…” Jeanna sighed with the dreamiest smile as she wallowed in pure sexual joy, ”…or not…”