To do whatever he needs her to

Before she could answer he clasped his gloved hand over her face, covering her eyes and mouth. She had just started yelling again, curses, protests, something about a radio, when the sound cut off hard the second his palm touched her skin. Her body went stiff, then loose. Her hands dropped to her sides.

He turned back toward the crowd like nothing had happened.

“Sorry, folks,” he said, louder now, theatrical again. “Just some glitches. Seems like assistant number one here forgot her duty to perform for a second. Let us help her find it again, shall we?”

He motioned to the other assistant, the one with the darker hair. She stepped forward. He leaned in and whispered into her ear. Peter watched her face. She shook her head once, small and sharp, like she was refusing. Then she did it again. The man kept whispering. Her shoulders dropped a little. The shake of her head slowed. After a few more seconds she nodded, slow, and an empty smile stretched across her face. It didn’t reach her eyes.

The hypnotist stepped back and slapped her ass once, hard enough that the sound carried. She didn’t flinch. She turned and walked toward the food table at the side of the room, hips swaying in the tiny skirt and fishnets. She picked up a whole pumpkin pie from the table, still in its tin, and carried it back.

The man took his hand off the first assistant’s face. She blinked but she stayed quiet. He theatrically waved the dark-haired assistant forward.

Peter knew what was coming. He still flinched when it happened.

The dark-haired woman slammed the pie straight into the other woman’s face. The tin hit with a wet, heavy sound. Pumpkin filling exploded outward, covering the assistant’s eyes, nose, and mouth in thick orange mush. The dark-haired woman kept smiling the whole time, that same blank, eerie smile, not even blinking as bits of pie flicked onto her own corset.

The brown-haired assistant stumbled backward a step. Pie slid down her face in heavy clumps and dripped into the top of her corset, sliding between her tits. She didn’t make a sound. No yell, no gag, nothing. She just stood there, blinking slowly through the mess.

“Now then,” the man said, stepping closer again, “let’s forget all about that other silly costume and role that was bothering you and get you back to being my obedient little assistant number one.”

More pie slipped down into her cleavage as he spoke. He leaned in and whispered into her ear one more time. She started nodding almost immediately, slow at first, then steadier. Her face was still covered in pie filling, but the tension in her shoulders eased. She straightened up fully, back straight, chest out. The smile filled her face too, blank, obedient and serene. She stepped back into place beside him like the last minute hadn’t happened, tits sitting high and firm in the corset, pie dripping slowly down her skin.

The crowd laughed and cheered. Some people looked confused, glancing at each other, but the noise covered it. Peter felt his stomach turn. This wasn’t an act. The woman had been fighting for real a minute ago, yelling about gear and calling herself Agent Palmer, and now she was standing there covered in pie with that empty smile like the rest of them. And no one was doing anything to stop it. They were still treating it like part of the show.

The man dusted his hands off and turned back toward the line of volunteers.

"Now then, where was I?" the man asked as he turned back to Peter's sister snapping his fingers in front of her face. "Ahhh yes! My little beer bottle. Let's see what happens when I do this!" he said as he flicked the cap off her head.

Rose's eyes went wide and she let out a loud burp that made her cover her mouth in surprise as the crowd laughed, some of the men cheering her on.

"Looks like someone's a bit gassy! Let's give her a hand!" he said as the crowd began to clap and cheer.

Peter felt a sickening dread as he watched his sister's face turn red with embarrassment, he could see her trying to fight the hypnotic suggestions but it was no use. She was stuck in this humiliating situation and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Don't worry folks! She can do much more than that, we only need to 'open' her up a bit more!" the man said laughing, proud at his own wordplay. He covered her face once again, causing her head to go limp as he continued whispering into her ear.

When he was satisfied, he moved away and snapped his fingers in front of her face, when her eyes opened this time, they were completely glassy and empty as she shrugged off and took the bottle cover over her head, her brown skinsuit was completely skintight and left little to the imagination.

"Now now, don't be shy, let's get those drinks flowing! Why don't you show these folks what a good beer bottle can do!" he said as he pointed to the crowd.

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