Mia set down her espresso, peering at him with an odd look in her eye.

"I haven't yet figured out how you've done it, but you certainly seem to have things under control here, don't you."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about." Pete stammered. Was his plot that transparent? If he didn't get control of this woman she could blow the lid off his entire plan.

She picked up the cup and as she brought it to her lips he couldn't help but look at it in hopeful desperation - a look that she noticed.

"A drug. It's a drug. That's how you have subjugated them all. And it's in this cup isn't it?"

"You must be crazy, ha-ha." Pete said laughing nervously. "I don't know of any drug." He should have had Johnnie come over, but he never imagined he would need muscle. They should be okay, though - between the four of them they should be able to force a dose into this petite Asian beauty.

Mia saw the nervousness in Pete's eyes and quickly spoke to allay his fears.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to try and stop you. In fact, I want to join you, if you will let me."

"Huh?" Was all he could manage.

She continued with a smile. "It's well known Asian women are naturally submissive - we need to be dominated in order to achieve orgasm. I have been searching all my life for a master, someone strong enough to dominate me. I've never run across anyone with such complete control before." She could see he was still confused, so she continued. "Up until now I have had to settle for wimpy girly-men who couldn't get me off, or abusive guys who can get me off but are a danger to my safety. With you I can be completely controlled and yet be totally safe. Please allow me to enjoy your control."

"I'm... well I don't... I don't like rough stuff, you see..."

"Shhhh...." She hissed seductively, "I'm not a masochist, I just desperately want to be under your control - but I need to be fully aware of my helplessness. That is all I ask." With that she again lifted the espresso cup before her. "As a sign of my good faith, and in hopes that you will honor my request, I will now freely drink whatever is in this cup even though I have no idea of what it is, or the effect it may or may not have on me. I now place myself entirely at your mercy.

Pete didn't say anything. He had no idea what to say and was about to call for his mother to come and sort things out when Mia again brought the cup to her lips and drank it down in one gulp, gently placing the cup on the table before her. She looked around a bit, smacking her lips.

"I don't feel any different. What happens now?"

Pete finally re-animated.

"Oh, uh... in about fifteen minutes you will enter a deep hypnotic trance which will last two and a half hours. During that time I will program you with whatever commands I choose to give you."

"Now that I have taken your drug, there's no stopping it is there?"

"No - well, at least I don't know of any way."

"So, in fifteen minutes I will be completely helpless and when it wears off I will be totally enthralled to you? No more will of my own - ever again?"

"Uhm, yeah, that's pretty much how it works."

"SHIT! That makes me so fucking hot. Do me while we're waiting for it to take effect. I've got to fuck something right now." She peeled her clothing off while she spoke, treating Pete to the vision of her exotic beauty and flawless smooth skin the color of a nice cup of coffee with just a little cream. The powdered creamer not the liquid ones - the liquid creamer makes it look watery while the powdered creamer gives it a nice brown color and adds body. Plus it doesn't cool the coffee down so you get a nice hot cup of coffee that tastes great.

Why were we talking about coffee?

Oh, yeah.

All Pete knew at that moment was that there was an amazingly gorgeous and exotic naked Asian woman sitting in his living room wanting his cock. He jumped up and stripped off his own clothes as he walked across the room.

"Okay... do you... well do you want me to eat you first? The other girls like it when I eat them out and I'm getting pretty good at it, if you don't want it I could just fuck you, but I find it helps get things flowing down there if I eat you first - of course it's up to you."

Mia rolled her eyes. "I want you to do whatever you want. I'm submissive - don't ask me what I want you to do, tell me what you want me to do. The thought of being your slave for the rest of my life has already got me wet enough for anything you want."

"Oh, yeah, I knew that. Okay then, you... uhm... bitch, spread those legs and let me fuck you proper. Uh... how was that?"

"You'll get better, but that cock is perfect just the way it is. Fuck me quick before I go all trancy and can't enjoy it."

Pete lay her on the couch and slid in between her legs. She was right; her tiny Asian abyss was already wet with her hot juices, his massive purple pile driver slid in easily - which surprised him because her little snapper was tighter than Mindy's had been when he popped her cherry.

"Ohh... Shit!" He moaned as her hot tight clown pocket practically sucked at his rigid pussy invader. He stroked in and out as fast as her vise-like cock socket would allow.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh yeah, just like that! Oh God... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum all over your cock!"

Mia began to shake and tremble in orgasm, her snug pipe hole constricted and pulsed around him as she came, driving him over the edge.

"I'm coming too, fuck... it feels so good!" He shook as the massive orgasm rocked his body; the blissful feelings swirled about his being as his hot lust lava filled her tiny cum bucket in stream after fiery stream.

"Thank you, Master." Said Mia, using the tone of her voice to capitalize the word, master. "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had."

"Me too," panted Pete. "I'm certainly going to like having you around."

"How much time is left before I go under."

Pete checked his watch. "Uh, about twelve minutes."

"Oh, well, that's a little more time than I had anticipated. I hadn't planned on making small talk."

"So, do you want to fuck again?"

"I don't know, doing it again sort of lacks spontaneity don't you think? I really had counted on cumming over and over again until I went under."

"I'm sorry, you should have said something and I would have tried to pace myself. I use a hypnotic drug for heaven's sake, I'm not a mind reader."

"It's okay. Really. I shouldn't complain, I mean you are the master and all. It's just that when you are turning your entire being over to the complete control of another person, there are still certain... expectations and such - then, if they aren't met, well, you know, it's a little... disappointing."

"I hope you aren't reconsidering your decision."

"No... well, maybe a little - but since I already drank your drug it's pretty much a done deal. Even if I did change my mind now I don't think you would just let me go. I mean, you're a horny sixteen-year old loser and I'm a beautiful, exotic and submissive Asian sexpot who is about be totally under your control. I can't see you backing out of that one. Wow, totally under your control. Shit, I am getting a little excited again, do you think you could..."

She went quiet as the drug took effect.

"Mia, can you hear me."

"Yes."

"You are under the influence of Hypno-juice and must obey everything I tell you. You will never do anything that could allow harm to come to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand and will obey."

"You will not remember that command, nor will you remember that you have been instructed to report favorably on my mother's application for custody of Wendy. You will however, remember everything I say from this moment forward. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Once you are recovered from the hypno-juice you have one hour to decide whether or not you want to be my slave. If you decide that you do, you will crawl to me and beg me to take you in and be your master. Once you have done that, you must serve me to the best of your ability. If you choose to be my slave, the only command I give you is that obedience to me will be sexually stimulating for you while disobedience and mistakes will be distressing and you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Remain here until the hypno-juice wears off, then make you decision."

Pete left Mia sitting in the living room and went back down to his lab. He took out his dried and ground up plant and fished out the package of rolling papers he had gotten from Johnnie earlier that day.

Half a pack of papers later he called Johnnie and told him to come over and show him how to use them.

"Make a little dent in the middle." Johnnie said, showing him how to do it. "Now roll it from the middle out to the ends, you'll push some of the pot out the ends but that's okay. See, it's perfectly even and it'll burn like a dream. Shall we fire it up?"

Before Pete could answer Mia came crawling down the steps.

"Pete? Are you down here, Pete?"

"Back here, Mia." Pest called stuffing the 'joint' in his shirt pocket. "Johnnie, I really think you should go and do whatever it was you were doing when I called you."

"Huh?" Johnnie was a bit stunned to see a beautiful naked Asian women crawling across the rough concrete of Pete's basement. "Oh, yeah, I'll see you later, Pete."

Pete waited until Johnnie's footsteps indicated he had cleared the stairway, and then he turned to the kneeling Mia.

"Is there something you want to ask me?"

Keeping her eyes downcast, Mia spoke softly and demurely.

"Please, Master, will you take in this worthless slut and allow her to serve you in whatever way you desire?"

"Will you be my personal slut?"

"Yes, Master."

"Will you fuck whoever I tell you to fuck, whether it's a man or a woman?"

"Please, Master, I beg for the opportunity."

"If I order you to eat nothing but my cum for the next week, you will obey me?"

"I'm nearing orgasm merely contemplating it, Master."

"What if I tell you to drink my piss and eat my shit?"

"If that is what will make you happy, Master, I will do it gladly."

"You may stay and be my slave."

Mia jumped to her feet and threw herself into his arms.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you so much."

Her lithe brown body molded to his and she kissed him deeply, passionately. He felt the familiar swelling in his groin.

"Let's go upstairs." He suggested.

They climbed the stairs hand in hand.

"Uhm, Master?"

"What is it, Mia?"

"That whole piss and shit thing? You wouldn't really make me do that would you?"

"Of course not." Said Pete, reaching the top of the stairs, "Unless you want to, but you don't, do you?"

They headed towards the stairway to the second floor and Mia was about to answer when Pete's world went black. Powerful hands held him as the bag over his head was secured. He heard Mia screaming and a male voice that sounded a lot like Chad.

"Holy Shit! Look at that little bitch! She ain't wearing anything."

"Keep your cock in your pants," said a Carla sounding voice, "and lets get him the hell out of here. The rest of you dolts make sure everyone here is secure."

Pete's hands were tied behind his back and he was aware of being dragged out of his house and tossed into the trunk of a car. He tried to brace himself but the movement of the car bounced and banged him around violently. Every time the car stopped he hoped the torturous trip was over but it wasn't until he finally heard the engine shut off that he breathed a sigh of relief. The sigh had barely cleared his lips when the terror of the situation reinstated itself.

He was roughly dragged out of the trunk and into a house where he landed hard on a wooden floor and struggled to a sitting position. The bag was ripped off his head.

After his eyes adjusted to the light he saw that he was flanked by two football players in the corner of what appeared to be a dining room although since there was no furniture on it, it was hard to really tell what sort of room it was. There was a pentagram in a power circle drawn on the wooden floor in the center of the room surrounded by the entire cheerleading squad; Megan was in the center of the symbol looking confused and agitated.

Carla shoved Chad towards Pete.

"Get his blood, quick. We're running out of time."

"You still haven't told me how I'm supposed to get it. Can I just punch him in the nose."

"No you big ox, we need it from his veins. Just cut his hand."

The two brutes grabbed him and held him still while Chad approached him with a large knife. Pete struggled but to no avail. One of the thugs immobilized his left arm and Carla held a sliver bowl beneath it. In one quick strike Chad drove the knife all the way through his hand right in the middle of his palm.

"Aaaaiiiiiieeee!!!" screamed Pete as Chad gave the knife a twist and the blood streamed down to fill the bowl.

Finished with him, someone tossed him a dirty rag, which he wrapped tightly around his hand deciding that loosing his hand or even part of his arm from whatever infection the rag would give him, was marginally better than bleeding to death. He whimpered and cradled his hand while he watched. The hooligans made sure he stayed put.

Carla took the bowl of blood and dribbled a little at each point of the pentagram. Setting it aside she joined the ring of cheerleaders surrounding the pattern. Megan still appeared agitated but seemed unable to leave her position.

The cheerleaders joined hands and Carla spoke.

"Oh great Goddess, hear our plea. One of your faithful daughters is in great peril. We know not how her pig brother has subjugated her but you can free her. Free our sister!"

They raised their joined hands and all of them chanted, "Oh great Goddess, hear our plea... come and set, our sister free!"

Pete was dumbfounded. He had no idea his sister had been part of a coven of witches but it explained why she was so good at being evil.

As the cheerleader witches continued to chant, the center of the pentagram grew slightly out of focus. Megan became immobile, staring straight up. The fuzziness began to swirl around her causing her hair to fly wildly though no wind was apparent outside the power circle.

The chant had shortened to a simple, "Free her... free her... free her..."

Megan screamed but her voice was oddly muted. When she stopped screaming the whirlwind died and she was no longer confused or agitated - she was angry.

"Welcome back, sister." Said Carla. "You were under some sort of spell and we..."

"I know exactly what I was 'under' and it wasn't a spell." She said, eyes shooting daggers at Pete and her voice dripping with vitriol. "This little fucker has a drug he invented that renders his victims helpless."

They all turned to stare at Pete and Megan made her way through the crowd to stand in front of him.

Pete lifted his bleeding hand, "I'm hurt?" He whined softly, hoping for mercy.

"Not yet you're not." Said Megan softly and with an evil grin. "Hold him."

The two previously mentioned brutes were still flanking Pete and hauled him unceremoniously to his feet where they held him still.

Megan took a few steps back and then, she took one long step toward him and then brought her back foot up as hard as she could right into Pete's sack. Every trace of wind left his body, rendering him unable to scream, unable to even whine. The thugs dragged him down a hall and tossed him into a stark room where he spent the next hour or so rolling around the floor moaning and puking up every morsel of food he had eaten since the age of six.

Pete wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but he was pretty certain it was going to suck. And, truth be told, his balls hurt so bad he didn't really care. He tried to roll to his knees but couldn't pick his head up off the floor. It was while he was in this inverted position that the 'joint' fell out of his shirt pocket.

"What the hell." He said quietly deciding to smoke it. He had planned on having someone else smoke the drug first so he could observe its effects. But now, who cared what the effect was. He half expected that he would just sit catatonic for a couple of hours and that was fine with him. Maybe when came out of it his balls wouldn't hurt so much.

Glad now, that he had asked Johnnie for a lighter at the same time he had asked for the papers, Pete dragged it out of his pocket and lit the small cigarette. As soon as he had finished choking he took another drag and choked some more.

Finally, with about half the joint gone, he was able to actually hold the smoke for a while. He finished it and sat back, suffering in silence, waiting for the drug to take him away to a few hours of nothing.

He was wondering what time it was and how long he would be out when an intense icy band encircled his head. It constricted, slicing through his brain with a pain he had never imagined possible. He tried to scream, but the pain was such that he wasn't able to inhale and no sound came out. Mercifully, everything went black right about then.