She is given a new attitude

As the curtain lifted, Peter’s jaw hit the floor. Aisha still stood there with the white sheet over her head, but now it only covered the top half of her body. Her legs were bare from the thighs down. Instead of the small eye holes, there were two large cutouts that pushed her huge tits straight out into the open. They were the biggest and most perfect pair he’d ever seen, heavy and round, sitting high even with the sheet hanging off them. Someone had stuck a pair of plastic googly eyes right on her nipples. They wobbled every time she breathed or moved.

The crowd roared. Laughter and cheers rolled through the room. Aisha looked down at herself, confused at first. Then she yelled and tried to cover her chest with both hands. The hypnotist’s gloved hand came up and covered her face before she could say or do more. Her body went slack. He leaned in and whispered into her ear for a few seconds. When he pulled back he raised his voice so the room could hear.

“Since the new and improved Aisha loves Halloween so much, she’s going to go door to door and offer up her ‘tricks’ and her ‘treats’.” He put extra weight on both words for added emphasis as he said them. He then snapped his fingers in front of her face.

Aisha’s head came up. She giggled, in a high and bright voice. “Mr. Devil! I love Halloweenen!” She bounced on her toes. Her tits jumped hard with the motion, the googly eyes spinning. The sheet slipped a little lower. She didn’t fix it.

Peter looked past her. Omar was still on the floor with the blonde pixie girl. He’d managed to get a strip of bandage across her mouth, gagging her completely. She made muffled sounds against it while he kept wrapping more bandages around both of them, tying her arms and torso tighter against his. He wasn’t looking at his sister. He just kept working, hands moving over the girl’s bare skin as he cinched another loop around their waists.

“Off you go then,” the hypnotist said. He spanked Aisha once on the ass. She yelped, then laughed and took off running. The front door opened. She bounced straight through it and disappeared into the night, tits bouncing, sheet flapping behind her.

Peter’s stomach dropped. Everything so far had stayed inside the house. Now Aisha was outside, dressed like that, heading for other people’s doors. He couldn’t stay quiet anymore. He pushed hard against whatever was holding his legs. His throat burned. The words finally came out loud.

“Hey! You can’t just do that to people!”

The hypnotist turned. His head tilted under the mask. Vivienne was still on her knees in front of Peter, mouth around his cock. The man pointed at her.

“Find another one,” he said. Vivienne pulled off with a wet sound, licked her lips and crawled toward the nearest guy without arguing. The hypnotist crooked a finger at Peter. “Come here. Say your piece if that’s what you want to do so desperately.”

Peter’s legs moved easier now that he was being called. He walked onto the carpet. The man held out the mic. Peter grabbed it.

“You ruined my sister,” he said, voice shaking. “You turned her into that drunk mess. And Vivienne. And Chloe. And that girl in the leaves. You’re just using them. Like toys! You don’t get to do that.”

The hypnotist rubbed his chin like he was thinking. He looked past Peter and raised his voice. “Bring miss beer bottle up here.”

A group of guys near the table lifted Rose. They carried her to the front and set her on her feet in front of Peter and the hypnotist. She stood with her legs spread wide, both hands locked behind her head, tongue hanging out, eyes crossed. The brown bodysuit was torn open in half a dozen places. Cum, spit and sweat ran down her stomach and thighs. Her tits were out. She swayed a little but stayed in the pose.

The man laughed. “This is the chaste sister you were talking about?”

Peter’s face burned. “You did that to her.”

“It must be hard to watch, with all of your values and morals,” the hypnotist said. He stepped closer. “I might be able to help you. Want me to try?”

Peter felt a flash of relief. He nodded before he could stop himself. The man leaned in, mouth near Peter’s ear and started talking low. Peter tried to jerk away, but his feet locked to the carpet again. He couldn’t make out the words. They just kept coming, steady and quiet. His thoughts started to slip. The anger got harder to hold onto. Rose was still standing there with her tongue out, but looking at her didn’t feel as sharp and wrong as it had a second ago. He tried to push back against it. Everything went hazier.