Ethan Hypnotizes Dawn

Ethan realized he had the perfect tool to help him get back at the slayer. He quickly tied Dawn up to a chair, and went off to look for something.

When Dawn awoke, she didn't know where she was. The last thing she remembered was being asked for some directions at school. When she tried to call out for help, she found something had been stuffed in her mouth. She struggled against the ropes, but found she couldn't break them.

The man who asked her for directions came walking into the room. He was drinking a cup of tea. "Ah, good you're awake. It's about time." He produced a very sinister looking knife from a nearby table, and brought it up to Dawn's face. "Now, I don't have to worry about you being anyting but a proper lady, right?" To emphasize the point, he tapped the blade against her jugular. She just nodded.

So, my cologne may infatuate short term, the reset of your friends would never let me get close enough to use it. Then I needed to come up with a way to take care of things longer term. I think I might have found that now. I had completely forgotten about this little treasure." With that Ethan pulled out a pocket watch on a chain. It looked very old. Dawn looked at it with surprise. "You see my girl, if you go back through the history of stage hypnotists, eventually you will find this is the source of it all. A lower level demon placed a charm on this as a boon to a trainman back in the 1800's."

He held the watch out in front of Dawn, and began swinging it. It briefly glowed a dark red, and then stopped. Dawn sat there transfixed. Ethan put the watch away and untied Dawn.

"Please, stand up my dear." She rose from her chair. "Now, for your first assignment."

Ethan lead his hypnotized little **** to the next room which was lined with several racks of clothing and had a statue sitting on an alter at it’s center.

“My time honored classic.” Said Ethan pointing to the clothes, “Now why don’t you find a suitable one for yourself and we can have some fun.”

Ethan smiled as Dawn walked over to the rack and pulled out a slutty little Catholic school uniform. He knew if he was to win this contest this was the best way to turn the girls into sex toys, hypnotize them, get them into one of the many sexy, slutty fetish costumes then make his plea to Janus and in the blink of an eye his victims personality would be suppressed behind their new slutty fetish one. And of course if he lifted the spell all the memories and experience of the costumes would be left behind ensuring the girls could never fully escape their curse.

He looked as Dawn stood before him in a tight white shirt tied off below her breasts, a pleated tartan miniskirt, knee high white stockings and a pair of black pumps. He doubted Warren could do anything as clever and evil as this.”

Warren shuffled through the debris of his former lair, had he not used the giant buzz saws to try and kill Buffy shredding it to pieces he may have been able to move back in and begin plotting again but as it was all he could do was sift through the remains and find any inventions he had created that might help.

There was the freeze ray and the invisibility gun along with parts to several robots, which were of no use to him. He turned his attention to a box marked works in progress. Looking through it he found a jar marked Nano’s, tiny little robots he’d planned to inject into a victims body to re-write their physical make-up turning them into the ultimate fantasy girl, unfortunately he’d never gotten around to finishing him nor had he figured out how to use them to rewrite someone’s mind, he was sure he still had a box of brain-dead rats to prove that.

Next there were several remote like devices inspired by all those interactive stories he’d messed around with on the internet while indulging in his sex **** fantasies but he and Jonathan could never quite get the balance between magic and machine to work out right.

Then he saw it, the cerebral dampener, the mind control device he had used on Katrina. He had spent months after that trying to figure out why it hadn’t had the permanent affect he’d hoped for but by the time he had a conclusion they’d abandoned this lair to avoid the slayer and he couldn’t find it.

He’d concluded that it hadn’t been charged up anywhere near enough to emit a pulse strong enough to complete the destroy it’s victim’s free will, unfortunately when he did the calculations he’d worked out that it would get off one maybe two pulses before it’s structure became so weak the crystal would shatter but using it would at least guarantee him one ****.