James grinned up at the sky. Another day on the night shift in the harbor, and he was starting to enjoy it. He marveled at how many women left their lights on and curtains open at night while preparing for bed, and he had decided that his pair of binoculars was a very good investment. There was one little number who lived in a rather secluded building fairly far away from the harbor who he particularly liked. Long, brown hair, full, gorgeous breasts, and, from what he could tell, a knockout ass. He was leaning back in his chair and nonchalantly reaching for his binoculars, fantasizing about her, when all of a sudden, a low, sultry voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Hope you’re enjoying yourself, boy.” The voice came from right behind him.
He whirled around, but he saw no one there. “Must be some of the other guys messing with me,” he muttered.
Then, the voice appeared again, laughing. “Do I sound like a man to you, boy?”
He was getting fairly annoyed at this point. He normally wouldn’t have minded being stalked by a woman with a voice like that, but strange things happening on the night shift really made him nervous, which in turn made him mad.
He carefully looked around and said, “Look, lady, you wanna leave me alone? Or at least show me what you look like if you’re so interested in what I do.”
There was only silence for a response. He sighed and sat back down, thoroughly angry and slightly scared at the same time.
“Must be going crazy, working late like this,” He mumbled, pulling out his binoculars and looking through them toward the secluded window.
Suddenly, he got an odd sense. Like there was a strange skip in time, and yet nothing had happened. He quickly dismissed it and looked through the binoculars again and frowning upon seeing that she had gone to bed. He blinked and noticed the sun rising. His eyes widened.
“Dammit, I must’ve fallen asleep. Hate it when that happens.” He yawned and stretched, going back to the parking lot of the harbor and indeed feeling well slept.

The Following Night

James smiled slyly as he settled down in his chair. He wasn’t going to miss that beauty in the building, or as he liked to call her, his “Moon Beauty”. He would watch that window like a hawk, and wouldn’t miss a second. Soon, his diligence was rewarded. She walked into his view, wearing only a bra and panties. He licked his lips, savoring her every movement as she stripped. He liked to fantasize and he watched. He could imagine walking up to her, his voice would be smooth and irresistible as he asked, “Hey beautiful. How about you come make the night shift more interesting?” He shuddered at her imagined response. He could do it too; as his girlfriend had recently declared that she was in love with a friend of his, Isaac, and that she was going to New York to find him. James was heartbroken, but his Moon Beauty always made him feel better. He reached into his pants and grabbed his hard cock in preparation of the finale, when she bent over, fully unclothed, and reached for something on the floor. What it was meant little to him: all he knew was that it sure took her a while to find it, and gave him a stunning view all the while. He watched her ass swing slowly, hypnotically back and forth, to and fro, as he felt a tendril of drool run down his lip.
Suddenly, the sultry voice from before whispered in his ear, “That’s right, boy. Keep staring, keep fantasizing.”
“Okay.” He responded, too dazed and sexually engrossed to even put the binoculars down.
The bewitching purr continued to permeate throughout his mind. “Stare at her round, plump ass, boy.. Let the ass become your entire world, all that you can think of and all that you desire. Let all your lust manifest itself in her beautiful, shapely ass.”
His muscles may have wanted to throw down the binoculars and run, but frankly, his brain had stopped wanting his muscles to do what they wanted a while ago. Something in her voice just made it impossible to NOT do what she wanted. He discovered at this point that his pants and underpants were down, and that a hand not his own was now running itself up and down his shaft.
The voice continued to beguile and seduce his thoughts and mind. “That’s right. feeeeling sooo goood… Feeeling sooo sleeeepy… Wanting to close your eyes. Wanting to sleep.. So tired, so sleepy, impossible to keep them awake, wanting to close, wanting to close, no possible way to resist, sleeping, sleeping, NOW!” A snap echoed throughout the harbor and James was out like a light.
Erella, for that was her name, stood over him and reached down to her cell phone in her purse. She was wearing nothing but bra and panties, and her skin was dark, her cheekbones high. She dialed a number into the phone and spoke excitedly, “We got him, my darling Iallra. Get down here, and fast so we can have some fun.”
“Okay James, wakey wakey time!”
James’ eyes snapped open, and the first thing he realized was that he couldn’t move. Some powerful psychic bond had completely immobilized him. The second thing he noticed were the two beautiful women, standing, naked in front of him. His eyes widened at the sight of their beautiful breasts, all slightly jiggling whenever they moved. He looked straight ahead, realizing that the one on the right was his Moon Beauty. She was bouncing up and down excitedly, while the one on the right held a smile of cool triumph.
Moon Beauty licked her lips and turned to the other one. “Wow! You really got him, Erella. That was amazing!”
The other one, apparently named Erella, blushed slightly. “Well, it is something of a source of pride. But enough of that. What shall you do with him, Iallra? He’s all yours.”
James decided to pipe up then. “Erm.. not to complain or anything, but where exactly am I and what kind of names are Erella and Iallra?”
Erella whirled around and he felt a strong force glue his mouth shut. “Don’t worry about our names, darling. We’re from Romania, isn’t that right, Iallra?”
Iallra was busy at the moment, as she had decided to get on top of James’ cock and make him her stallion for the night. Erella closed her eyes in annoyance and rubbed her temples. “Iallra, aren’t you forgetting to do something?”
Iallra looked puzzled for a moment, and stopped bouncing on him. “Oh yes! Sorry, Erella.” She turned to James and said seductively, “Moon Mistress.”
James felt as though his body had suddenly been put on puppet strings and that he was no longer in control of well, anything. When he felt his body open its eyes, he noticed that Erella was gone and that the only thing left in the entire world he cared about was Iallra, his Moon Goddess, to worship and obey. He heard her say the words, “Completely mine,” and James’ consciousness was no more.