Pete stood outside the trailer in sheer panic. He had managed to slip the drug to Reese Servingspoon but before he'd had time to do any programming whatsoever, her handlers, who insisted that she needed a two and a half hour nap to prepare for her next scene, had swept him out of her dressing trailer. He couldn't believe that he had finally, after all these months, slipped his favorite movie starlet a dose of hypno-juice and he couldn't give her the simplest command. Who knew when he would have another chance?
In a flurry of activity her handlers descended on the trailer and got her moving in the direction of the set. She looked over and saw Pete standing there.
"Hold on," she said, brushing off the hands trying to guide her in the right direction, "I just have to suck off this fan."
She walked up on Pete and dropped to her knees, making short work of his belt and fly.
'This could be trouble,' thought Pete, 'I only had enough time to program an oral fixation on me,' he suddenly remembered, 'but I didn't have a chance to add any restrictions or self control.'
He looked up to see a dozen incredulous and increasingly irritated people watching one of the hottest actresses in Hollywood sucking the cock of some unknown sixteen-year-old nerd. 'Yep,' he thought, 'this could be trouble.'
He noticed a man off to his side looking at a clipboard and wearing an air of authority along with his Armani suit. He was talking on his cell phone as he handed the clipboard back to his amazingly attractive assistant.
"It's another one of those damned kids with some mind control drug or something... I don't fucking know, but he got to her somehow... No... I'm telling you that's not the way to go. I've seen this before and there'll be no living with her if we don't let her finish... well, by looking at him it shouldn't take too long... Okay, Wes, we'll have her there as soon as possible ... what?... Oh, sorry Mr. Craven... yes Mr. Craven... No disrespect intended Mr. Craven... As soon as possible, Mr. Craven."
The man looked around him angrily, "All right, as soon as this little shit blows his nut get him the hell out of here! Then have make-up fix Ms. Witherspoon and get her to the set. I'm gonna go have a talk with security."
Through all this the blonde bombshell was treating his throbbing night-stick to the most proficient chewing it had ever had. She was simply amazing and it took almost no time whatsoever before he felt his scalding cock butter boil out of his balls and sear its way up his swollen shaft...
Pete awoke from his dream and looked down to see his mother's lovely slobber gob locked on his rigid pole as jet after blistering jet of man milk gushed down her throat filling her stomach with the satisfying warmth of a job well done. When he finally relaxed she lifted her head and licked her lips.
"Good morning, sleepy head." She quipped with a smile, "Wake up your sister, if you would be so kind, and come on down to breakfast.
Pete quickly looked around the bed, Megan must have slipped away to her own room at some point during the night but Mindy was still snuggled up against him.
"C'mon, Min, time to get up." He said shaking her lazily.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, Monday, shit - school."
They made their way down to breakfast to find Megan already there.
"Megan," said Pete digging into the vital first meal of the day, "so what did you think of your first day under the influence of hypno-juice? Oh yeah, you may speak freely."
Free to speak her mind, Megan spat, "It was disgusting you little pervert. I'd rather you killed me than make me endure another day like that. Sucking your nasty cock and making me eat your repulsive cum out of Mindy's stinking cunt, even licking her ass! You're a sick little bastard!"
"Megan, I really think you should shut up now." Megan instantly stopped talking. He did a quick check to make sure that Mindy and his mother had ignored the exchange. "You better get used to it, because that is what life will be from now on. If you remember right, you are even going to start being nice to me at school as well. Oh don't worry," he added as he saw her eyebrows shoot up, "I'm not going to fuck you in the middle of the cafeteria or anything like that, but you are going to be nicer. As a matter of fact, I really think you should let me ride to school with you and your boyfriend."
"How am I ever going to convince Paul to let you ride in his car?" Megan asked with a pained expression.
"With the only weapon at your disposal - your sexuality." He ignored the rolling eyes and directed his attention towards his mother, "Speaking of using your sexuality, Mom, isn't there someone at your job who could help you out with the right, say, persuasion?"
"Well, there is the owner, old mister Ekelhafter. He's always leering at me."
"What if you fuck him? Couldn't you get a raise or a promotion?"
"Well, sure he would be hap... Oh my God! You want me to fuck that disgusting old bastard?" His mother turned a light shade of green. "You just don't understand the smell."
"Mom, I really think you should discard your revulsion in favor of an amused affection and show the old man a good time once or twice a week in return for a healthy raise and fewer hours at the office."
Her skin tone returned to normal and she appeared to contemplate for a moment.
"You know I could make that work. I sure hope the lovable old codger can get it up."
"Mother dear, you have that sizzling body, and those talented techniques." his mother smiled demurely, her face turning pink. "If you can't get him up, nobody can." He then turned to his adorable little sister.
"Mindy..."
"Yes Pete?"
"I hope you have a great day."
"I don't see how I couldn't," she purred with soft eyes, "knowing that I'll be coming home to your loving arms."
Pete sat back and took a sip of juice. Life was perfect.
An hour later he was sitting in the back seat of Paul's Mustang Convertible listening to Megan completing the negotiations.
"Okay, it's agreed. I'll suck your cock all the way to school if you give my brother a ride. But as soon as we hit the parking lot, I stop. If you want to cum you'll just have to do it before that."
"Good enough for me." Said Paul, whipping out his thick junket pumper and pulling out into traffic with Megan's head obscuring his crotch.
"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!" exclaimed Paul just before he turned into the parking lot; he had made the most of the deal by giving Megan a hot serving of bone gravy at the very last moment. She swallowed every drop and had his uncle spunky tucked away before he finished parking.
"Kid," said Paul with a big smile, patting Pete on the back as they walked into the school. "You can ride to school with us every day if that's what your sister wants."
During school, Pete began looking at all the girls in a different light. He watched all the slim waists, all the tight round asses, all the alluring bulbous chest flesh and his crotch cobra became harder than ever as he realized that he could now burp his worm in any mole hole he wanted. It was just a simple matter of maneuvering them into the proper setting, where he could slip them a dose of hypno-juice and then be able to count on a couple hours of privacy. He considered the possibility of keeping a supply of the drug in his locker so he could dose girls whenever the chance arose, but he decided the two and a half hour catatonic state was too risky. Regardless, he was so elated he practically floated around the campus all day - that is until he ran into Johnny on his way out to the parking lot after school.
Johnny was his worst nightmare. He was the leader of the metal heads and arguably the toughest person in school, though not very many would argue about it when he was around. Johnny was Pete's worst nightmare because he was continually under the misassumption that, because Pete's family was wealthy, Pete must routinely carry large amounts of cash and he frequently asked Pete for some. Unfortunately, Johnny's method of asking usually involved twisted limbs, constricted airways and a general escalation of force until he was appeased. Pete didn't carry cash in school, and hadn't since the third grade but Johnny would violently express his disbelief whenever Pete tried to explain this to him.
When Megan arrived in the parking lot, Johnny was holding Pete by the collar pulling him up so his feet almost, but not quite, touched the ground. Pete, for his part, was still in the desperate process of trying to convince Johnny that there were no pockets that hadn't already been turned inside out and the thirty-seven cents was really all the money he had.
"C'mon, Johnny, what can I do to make you leave my brother alone?" She finally pleaded after several fruitless minutes of trying to get him to go away.
Johnny's eyes slowly swept down the stunning blonde's voluptuous figure and an evil glint appeared in his eye. "I can think of a few things you could do." He said with the lecherous leer of a leering letch.
Megan smiled, she knew once sex was on the table she was in charge. "Okay, you let him go and come to my house at six thirty tonight. I'll give you one hour - whatever you want."
Johnny appeared dumbfounded for a few seconds but he was far too street savvy to let a hot piece of ass like this get away from him - especially when she was offering no-strings-attached free fucking just to leave her little twerp of a brother alone. But he wanted to be sure she was saying what he thought she was saying.
"Are you saying that you're willing to fuck me to stop me from kicking your brother's ass?"
"If that's what you want."
"You got a deal, but if you don't come through - he gets it twice as bad." With that he dropped Pete and strode off.
"That guy is a total thug," said Megan with a snarl, "you owe me big, little brother."
"Don't worry sis, as much as I like to see you squirm, I don't like the idea of you fucking that asshole either." He watched Johnny walking away. 'But I do have plans for him,' he thought to himself
Just then, Paul arrived.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"Just where the hell were you a minute ago?" demanded Megan angrily, smacking Paul on his shoulder.
"Why? What happened?"
"Oh, never mind, let's just get out of here."
"Sure - hey, it's the same deal to get your brother home, right?"
"Yes," she sighed, "come on."
When Johnny showed up that evening everything was ready for him.
"You must be Johnny," said Penny opening the front door (Penny was their mother's name - it hadn't come up until now. Okay, that's bullshit; the author was getting tired of all the damned 'his mother,' 'her mother' and 'their mother' crap). She was still dressed in her business suit. It was the navy blue one with pin stripes that, while it presented a conservative look, was snug enough to advertise that she had one hell of a hot body. When she had arrived home they had discussed having her change into something revealing or flirty, but then decided that her suit was perfect. It resonated with both power and sexuality - sort of a cross between Margaret Thatcher and... well a woman who is at least in some way attractive. Probably more than that, you would have to cross her with a major league hottie to get the effect we're shooting for here. Sure, power is sexy but get real, man. If power was THAT sexy, during the height of her power the oldest profession in London woul
d have been overrun with Margaret Thatcher look-alikes turning tricks left and right - but it wasn't. Sure one or two here and there but there are fetishists for just about anything so that can't really be counted. Perhaps it would be most accurate to say that power is sexy when it's a hot chick that's powerful, and leave it at that.
Anyway, the suit was sexy, especially with the blouse unbuttoned those extra buttons, and Penny was sexy with or without the suit, therefore, Johnny was left speechless by both her beauty and the idea that when he shows up at a girl's house for an hour of no-holds-barred raucous extortion sex, the last person he expects to run into is the girl's mother. He looked with askance at Megan as Penny led him into the living room.
"When Megan told me that she'd agreed to fuck some boy to protect her brother I was so proud of her."
"What? She told you? And you're proud?"
"Well. Of course she told me, and I think it's great that she is learning to use her advantages in a positive and helpful way. Why just today I was able get a ten percent raise flashing a little extra leg at the owner of my company and allowing him a glimpse of my boobs. It was either those things or the blowjob, anyway, it worked out perfectly, and now Megan is proudly following in her mother's footsteps. Please, have a seat. I just got home myself and they barely had time to fill me in."
She guided him to a chair next to the one Megan was in and within easy reach of the coffee table, which had two shot glasses already on it. She continued her patter as she moved to get a bottle of whisky from the bar.
"So they tell me you've been shaking down Pete since the seventh grade."
Johnny shot to his feet eyes sweeping the room, anxious about a set up and ready for anything. He knew Megan was a cheerleader and if she had the football team here to pound him, well they were gonna know they had been in a fight.
"Relax," laughed Penny, "you're not the only one who picks on Pete, and that's another reason I'm glad to see you here." She poured a two shots of whisky, ensuring Johnny got a clear view right down her cleavage as she bent over the low table. The whiskey poured, Penny was finally able to relax. Her presence, her appearance and the topic of her conversation had all been carefully calculated to distract him so he wouldn't notice the crystal clear Johnny-sized dose of hypno-juice pre-staged in the bottom of one of the shot glasses.
She handed him the appropriate shot glass. "Cheers. I don't let Megan drink - she's too young. But you seem much more... mature, so bottoms up!" She added a seductive grin as she spoke and Johnny tossed back the shot and sat back down.
"Okay, Megan," she said, "you made a deal and you need to stick to it. Johnny, do you mind if she starts with a blowjob, she really needs the practice."
"Mother!" hissed Megan between clenched teeth as she worked on freeing Johnny's flapdoodle, "you're embarrassing me!"
"I'm sorry, dear, I'll leave now. Johnny, seriously, if she starts having problems you just call me, sweetie, I'll be happy to demonstrate for her again." She looked pointedly at Megan, "Stroke while you suck and don't neglect the testicles. The testicles are very important." She looked back at Johnny, "She always forgets the testicles."
"Mother!"
"Okay, okay, I can take a hint. I'll see you kids in a few minutes."
"Parents!" Spat Megan when her mother had left.
"Oh she's not so bad - do you think she'd... Ohhhh!"
Johnny's question faded into obscurity along with the thinking part of his brain as Megan, who was actually quite an accomplished cocksucker despite her mother's criticism, began doing her best. Using all her tricks she brought Johnny to the brink of orgasm and let him hang there as she watched the clock. At exactly fifteen minutes she took him over the edge and his stiff pleasure staff filled her greedy meatloaf masher with a big dose of willy water. She held his creamy offering in her mouth and watched as his relaxed afterglow deepened until he simply stared, blank-faced.
Penny returned, with Pete and Mindy in tow.
"Johnny, can you hear me?" Pete asked.
"Yes."
"Okay, listen carefully, you have been given a drug called hypno-juice. You will not remember anything that happens while you are under the influence of the hyno-juice. When you have recovered you may notice some missing time, this will not bother you, as you will assume you spent that time fucking Megan. After you have recovered we are going to discuss a business proposition with you. You will agree to the terms that my mother offers. From this moment on, you are my protector, my bodyguard. You will keep all the other bullies away from me and my safety will be your number one priority. You will never, through action or inaction, allow anything embarrassing or painful to happen to me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand and will obey."
"From this moment forward you will be aware of hypno-juice's existence but will never speak of it without my permission. The fact that it may have been used on you will not bother you. Any time I ask you to drink a dose of hypno-juice you will be powerless to refuse. If I ask you to dose another person with hypno-juice you will do so without question and be as stealthy as you can. Whenever I say the words, 'I really think you should," you will obey whatever commands follow them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand and will obey."
Pete looked around the living room. "Well he's out for the next two hours, anyone have any ideas on how we can kill time?"
"You bet your ass I do." exclaimed Mindy with a squeal as she jumped on Pete and drove him to the floor, their clothes leaping from their bodies. Penny and Megan moved in to see if she could be helped in any way.
At nine o'clock Pete finally looked up at the clock and said, "Hey! He's going to come around any minute." He tossed his cards to the table and yawned, "Gin! And that's the last hand. Megan, take your place."
Megan resumed kneeling between his legs her mouth near his now flaccid penis, and waited. Pete, Mindy and Penny gathered up their clothing and the gin rummy paraphernalia, rushing into the other room just as Johnny began to groan again.
As soon as he became totally alert he looked down at Megan. She dramatically swallowed the load he had given her earlier.
"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me." Megan said with a sly grin.
"Baby, you are the shit."
"All done are we?" Asked Penny coming back into the room, "My you two were certainly going at it. But now, Mr. Johnny, down to business. You keep Pete safe from bullies and every Monday night you come here and Megan will suck you off. Agreed?"
"Sure!" agreed Johnny quickly. As far as he could tell, he was being offered a talented blowjob every week, from a stunningly beautiful girl, for something he desperately wanted to do anyway. Sort of like being offered a billion dollars free and clear, but being told that he HAD to play stuff the salami with Jessica Alba to get it.
Penny waited until he had his trousers back on and ushered him toward the door.
"It was nice of you to stop by and fuck my daughter. I'm so glad that you'll be keeping Pete safe from now on. Bye-bye." She passed him off to Megan who escorted him the rest of the way to the door, saying good-bye and allowing him a cursory hug.
When she turned from the door Pete was standing right behind her, grinning.
"You may speak freely." He told her.
"Two and a half fucking hours! You made me hold his cum in my mouth for two and a half fucking hours. Have you any idea how awful that was?"
"I didn't make you fuck him. I really think you should show me your appreciation for that by becoming totally horny for me."
Although allowed to speak freely she was still compelled to obey.
"Alright, you bastard," she said seductively, snaking her arms around him to pull his slight chest into her soft bosom. "Thank you for not making me fuck that asshole." She ground against his hardening lust-log creating a fire in her heated fuzz muffin. "Thank you for allowing me to hold his disgusting sperm in my mouth for two and a half hours rather than forcing me to enjoy his thick meat in my yearning pussy... Ung... I need your cock inside me now, you magnificent son-of-a-bitch."
They never made it out of the foyer.
The rest of that week was by far the best week of Pete's entire life. He made it to his classes on time, his underwear never once got stretched over his head and he got to eat lunch. Pete had always wondered what a school lunch tasted like. He always had a lunch pass, and some days he was even permitted to get a lunch, but until now he had never been allowed to actually eat one.
Home was even better. Every morning his beautiful mother woke him up with an amazing blowjob, all day long his lovely sisters cavorted around his house in alluring lingerie, ready, at the slightest suggestion to suck and fuck him silly. Every night, after fucking his brains out, he fell asleep nestled in the embrace of two, and sometimes three, gorgeous women. Megan always found her way to her own room, but waking up in the arms of the adorable Mindy, with his mom sucking him off was so marvelous that he hadn't given Megan's absence a second thought - hell, he hadn't given it a first thought. Waking up to an expert cock sucking did not lend itself to very much 'thought.'
That Friday afternoon, having told Megan that he really thought she should reward Paul for being such a good sport all week by letting him buy her dinner and then giving him a taste of her incredible honey-pot for dessert, Pete walked through the front door to find that Mindy had invited her very best friend to spend the night.
Wendy was slim and lithe like Mindy but with fiery red hair that glowed softly with a rusty auburn glow. It was so fine and silky that it flowed across her shoulders like silk and continued to silkily flow all the way down to her round tight ass, which was covered in smooth skin that was a bit silky in its own right. She had tits that were almost too large for her lean frame, like a CCC cup. Her impossibly narrow waist didn't appear to be large enough for the internal organs most women keep in that area of the body and just as it appeared her body would simply taper off into nothing, it flared softly out to meet her curvy seductive hips. Her lovely fresh face gleamed with naiveté while her sparkling green eyes shimmered with sultry seductiveness.
"Hello there," he said in greeting to the two lovely girls as he entered Mindy's room. "What's going on?"
"Oh, Pete, you have to do something about Wendy's father! He has been molesting her for the past few years and won't stop. I just found out today."
"Uhm, okay, but give me a minute to go to the bathroom."
Under the cunning guise of using the restroom, Pete flew down to his lab and prepared a dose of hypno-juice for Wendy, based upon his expert approximation of her weight. Running back upstairs he realized that simply going to the bathroom wouldn't have gotten him so winded and sweaty, so he cleverly decided to wait in the hall and catch his breath before drying his brow with his sleeve and re-entering the room.
"Mindy," he said standing in the doorway, "Why don't you go down and get us a couple glasses of soda-pop."
"Sure, I know what we all like." She bounced up and as she squeezed past him he pressed the small vial into her hand. Her back was to Wendy so she smiled knowingly and winked at Pete.
"So, Wendy, while Mindy is gone why don't you fill me in on the background."
"It's my father," she said through her sobs, "he's been molesting me for the past few years and he won't stop. I only just told Mindy about it today."
"Yes, that's what Mindy told me... almost word for word... you were sitting right there when she did. I was sort of hoping you would fill in the holes."
"There are holes in my story?"
"Well, no, not 'holes' exactly. I mean you haven't given me enough details for there to be any holes, as such. For a story to have holes there would actually have to be a story don't you think? I meant, perhaps you could give me a little more information, what he's actually done, that sort of thing. Remember, you came to me."
"That's sort of personal, don't you think? I mean, I say, 'my father has been molesting me' and most people would have a pretty good idea of what I'm talking about. To help me I wouldn't think you would need all the sordid details of the unimaginably sexy things my father has done to my lean, toned, sixteen-year-old and totally hot body. It's a bit voyeuristic to ask for more information isn't it?"
When Mindy returned, Pete and Wendy were sharing an uncomfortable silence.
"Here we are!" exclaimed Mindy glibly, "Pepsi for you," she handed a glass to Wendy, "a Mountain Dew for my big brother and a Sprite for me."
They leaned back with their drinks.
"Bottoms up!" said Pete and they all drained their glasses.
Mindy and Pete kept Wendy engaged in small talk until the drug took effect.
"Finally!" Pete sighed blowing out a big breath. "Your friend is smoking hot, but she's kind of a bitch."
"You mean, she 'used to be' kind of a bitch." Mindy added with a sultry and mischievous smile.
"Yeah," grinned Pete, "she won't have that problem any more."
Pete stopped to look over his new acquisition and was pleased. So pleased, in fact, that his cock began to swell.
"Wendy, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"You are under the influence of hypno-juice, you will not remember anything that happens while you are under its influence. Now, tell me about your father's abuse."
"It started a few years ago, he used to make me sit on his lap and we would look at swimsuit and lingerie catalogues. He'd point out the beautiful women and tell me that's how I was going to look in a few years. After a year or two it escalated to the point that while he did this he would run his hands all over my body. Eventually he started telling me how grown up my body was getting and that his hard-on proved how beautiful I was. He also said that since I caused his cock to get big I needed to help him with it. One thing led to another and since my sixteenth birthday he has been fucking me. I tried telling my mother, but she doesn't believe me."
Her father was a slimy bastard that was for certain.
"Wendy, you are going to move in here with us to get away from your father. You will join with the other women living here and will always be available to me for sex. You will desire sex only with me, but will enthusiastically engage in sex with anyone I say. You will further keep the sex and everything else that happens with my family a secret. Do you understand?" 'That will keep her safe from that perverted old lecher who wanted to have sex with her.' Thought Pete.
"Yes, I understand and will obey."
"From this moment forward you will be aware of hypno-juice's existence and the fact that it has been used on you but this will not bother you. Any time I ask you drink a dose of hypno-juice you will be powerless to refuse. If I ask you to dose another person with hypno-juice you will do so without question and be as stealthy as you can. Whenever I say the words, 'I really think you should," you will obey whatever commands follow them. Do you understand?"
"I understand and will obey."
When we are done here today, I will give you two vials of hypno-juice and you will take them home and give them to your parents. It has to be given to them in something they will drink quickly. As soon as they have ingested the hypno-juice and are catatonic you will call me. You will not say anything to them after they are under the drug's influence. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"Tell me how much your parents weigh."
The drugged Wendy thought for several minutes then said, "three hundred and ten pounds."
"Three hundred and..." Pete looked dumbfounded for a moment then it hit him, "not together you ditz - how much do each one of them weigh?"
"My father weighs two hundred pounds and my mother weighs one hundred and ten pounds."
"Nothing to do now," Pete said to Mindy, "until she comes out of it. Why don't you come over here?"
Pete and Mindy passed the time engaged in very pleasurable activities. Not all the time, of course - Pete was still a horny teenager and Mindy was a beautiful, sensuous and talented hottie who had Pete halfway to dropping his load just by undressing. Truth be told, they spent less than ten minutes engaged in those pleasurable activities previously alluded to, then Pete took a nap. Mindy woke him just as Wendy was coming around.
"How are you feeling, Wendy?"
"I'm feeling wonderful." Gushed Wendy, "I can't believe you are letting me live here and that I'm going to be allowed to have sex with you!"
As she spoke Wendy sidled her lean frame up against him, wrapping one arm around him to hold him tightly.
"Well, you better believe it because it is all true." Replied Pete, letting one hand drop to cup a firm round ass cheek. He gave it a squeeze, which made her squeal and giggle. "Before you go, however, I have something for you, why don't you go with Mindy to see which room you want?"
"I get my own room?"
"Sure, we got plenty? Go pick one out.
While the girls did that, Pete ran down to his lab and prepared to doses of hypno-juice. He put blue tape on her father's dose and pink tape on her mother's. Then he went back upstairs to rejoin the two pretty sex pots.
"This is going to be great." Mindy was saying, "We have been best friends forever, heck we're practically inseparable anyway, this will just make it easier."
The two close friends giggled and hugged.
"I'm glad you two are so happy, but right now, Wendy has a job to do so that she CAN move in here with us."
He handed the vials to Wendy and explained the color code and made sure she understood all her orders. Standing at the front door with Mindy, he watched her hot round ass as she walk down the sidewalk towards her house.
"I told you I'd find you a girl." Said Mindy with a pleasant smirk.
Pete gets control of Wendy's parents, but his fix has complications of its own.