Her nightmare spiraling rapidly out of control, Emma's body automatically perched itself beside the portly old stranger on her couch, and she turned her face towards his.

Oh God! I have got to fight this! she thought desperately.

But it was useless to resist! Her body was instantly complying with every single one of Felix's verbal commands, and she was powerless to prevent it from happening! Screwing her eyes tight shut, she planted a light kiss on his saggy cheek and then pulled away in disgust.

"Well, that wasn't much of a kiss, was it?" Felix said. "You're supposed to be in love with me. I want a nice wet French kiss on the mouth. I want to taste your little pink tongue. Tell you what, come and sit on my lap and we can try it again."

"Please-" Emma said, her arms and legs shaking now. "I'll give you money, anything, if you'll just let me go!"

"Well yes, you will give me money-everything you have in fact. I'll be holding the purse strings for both of us from now on. In the meantime you'll need to learn how to satisfy a man properly. Come along now, hop on."

No! No! No! Emma screamed in her head, but his magical spell over her was absolute, and she promptly sat on his lap. To her horror, she could feel his erection beneath her buttocks, and she jerked upward.

"Stay in place," Felix said, his breath warm on her neck. "Now put your arm around my shoulders and give me a lingering wet, kiss."

A tear of despair trickled down Emma's cheek as she opened her mouth and placed it over the revolting man's lips. As her tongue made contact with his, an image of her boyfriend, Steve, unexpectedly popped into her head and she sent a choked sob down Felix's throat. She was cheating on her true lover! What if he found out about what she was doing right now? And what if he were to ever witness a scene like this-or worse? How would she explain it away? That she had been somehow hypnotized to do it? There was no way that he, or anyone else for that matter, was going to believe that!

Felix had stated that Emma was going to surprise everybody by falling in love with him. She knew that would never happen, but as their tongues continued to thrash around together, it occurred to her that if Felix had the power to make her speak quietly, then it was also quite plausible that he could tell her what to say. And that meant he could force her to break up with Steve, and also to happily explain to her friends that she was indeed infatuated with this ugly intruder in her life! A new terror pulsed through her as it dawned upon her how utterly trapped she was!

Suddenly aware that Felix was sliding his hand underneath her butt and squeezing her left cheek, she tried to will herself to move away, but her lips remained stubbornly glued to his! This deranged sicko could keep this nauseating kiss going for hours if he so desired!

His sickly sweet breath blew hot down her throat as his tongue danced over her teeth and then explored the roof of her mouth. This outrage had already been taken to a deeply personal level and woefully, Emma instinctively knew that he intended to take it much further.

Fresh tears began to course down her cheeks and Felix finally removed his tongue from her mouth. But instead of her ordeal being over, he started licking away at her salty tears! The sensation of his soft tongue fluttering over her cheeks was so intimate that she felt even more violated than when he had just French-kissed her!

"There, there" Felix cooed. "It can't be all that bad. Besides, with practice I'm sure you will get quite used to it-and I can guarantee that we will be practicing a lot."

Never! Emma protested in her head. You might have control of my body, but my heart belongs to me!

"Now that we are a little better acquainted, we need to do something about your attire." Felix said, running his damp fingertips down the back of her neck. "As you might have noticed, I am a rather old fashioned person, and I like my women to dress appropriately. I'm afraid your jeans and t-shirt get-up just won't do. Likewise the scanty underwear I'm sure you are wearing. That will all have to go-in fact, you can donate your entire wardrobe to Goodwill. I don't even need to check it because I have seen how you modern missies dress these days."

Emma stared at him, eyes wide. "All of my clothes?"

"Yes, everything. But don't worry, I have brought some carefully selected apparel for you, and you will put some of it on in a moment. I've thought of everything. There will be a uniform for your housework, a special costume for gardening, some lovely nightgowns, and a few nice outfits for outdoors."

Emma's stomach lurched at the ramifications of his words. The thought of even walking around in public with this vile man was mortifying enough, but what if any of Emma's friends saw her dressed in some antiquated frock? She would quickly become the laughing stock of her social circle!

"Please," she softly whined. "You really don't have to change my clothing."

Felix gave her a pitying smile. "You still don't quite get it, do you? I can do anything I want with you-and I fully intend to. In a few months time, you will be quite unrecognizable to everybody that knows you-in both your appearance and behavior! Now let's go upstairs to your bedroom and get you suitably fitted out."

He patted Emma on the thigh and she dutifully stood and followed him up the stairs. As she watched his broad ass ascending her staircase, it finally hit her that this was all really going to happen! She was about to throw out all of her clothes and wear what her new and legally signed up lodger told her to! He had talked about housework and gardening. Did that mean she was going to be reduced to the role of his maid?

As they entered her own bedroom, Emma finally understood that her only hope of regaining her freedom was to find out what he had drugged her with. Then she might be able to reverse the process. She could only pray that-God forbid!-the effects weren't permanent.

Felix placed one of his battered suitcases on her bed and opened it. Then Emma watched in horror and dismay as he began to lay her new wardrobe out on the bedspread. Her suspicions had been confirmed-these frocks and undergarments looked as though they were from the Victorian era! Where the hell had he got them from? A fancy dress shop? There was no way she could possibly be seen wearing this ludicrously old-fashioned stuff!

After deliberating for a moment, Felix selected some items from the main pile and arranged them separately on the other side of Emma's queen size bed.

"I think we'll start with these," he said breezily. "A nice period chambermaid outfit. When you are dressed, you can empty your closets and drawers and put everything into bin bags for the Goodwill people. No time like the present. But first, you need to get out of the trashy clothes you are wearing."

Emma felt her throat go dry.

"Here? In front of you?"

"Where else?" Felix said, with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Surely you aren't shy about changing in front of your new lover?"

"Please don't make me do this!" Emma whimpered frantically.

But already she discovered that she had unbuttoned her jeans and was now pulling down the zipper! That was the depth of control he had over her! He didn't even have to bark the order or repeat himself. It was a simple suggestion, which meant that if they were ever together in public, he could convey his orders in the most innocuous fashion, so as not to arouse anyone's suspicions.

Feeling helpless beyond words, Emma was reduced to being a mere spectator as her hands rolled her denims down her slender legs. Tugging the tight fitting cuffs over her ankles, she straightened up and caught sight of herself in the mirror. That morning, she had put on a pair of gray boxer briefs emblazoned with a cartoon face sticking its tongue out-now she really wished she hadn't!

"How cute," Felix said. "How old are you, Emma?"

The ironic tone of his voice, combined with her partial state of undress, caused Emma to blush furiously. Placing her hands in front of her crotch, she turned her face away in embarrassment.

"Now don't be rude," Felix said. "Look at me and tell me how old you are."

Again, the request was delivered in a mild enough manner, but like a preprogrammed automaton, Emma immediately turned to face him, and feeling like a silly girl, she said, "I'm twenty-three."

Felix nodded thoughtfully. "Thirty five years my junior. Even so, for a modern young miss, I'm surprised at your frivolous choice of underwear. Anyway, that will all be changing very soon. Now, the t-shirt, if you please?"

Even as her treacherous fingers started lifting the hem of her shirt, Emma's knees began to shake. Although she had quite small, pert breasts, it must have been readily apparent to Felix that she was braless because as her chest slowly came into view, he craned his neck forward for a closer look.

In the mirror behind him, Emma watched with growing despair as her perky, brown nipples revealed themselves to this stranger for the first time. She was briefly relieved of the sight of his hungry eyes as she pulled the shirt up over her head before dropping the garment to her feet. She immediately cupped her hands over her nubile breasts, acutely aware that all she was wearing now were her suddenly embarrassing boxers and a pair of pink ankle socks.

How could things have developed so rapidly? Not long ago, this despicable man was standing on my doorstep. Now I'm undressing for him in my own bedroom!

"There's really no need for you to cover yourself, my child. By now, you will surely understand that I can look at you any time I please. Besides, you haven't got much to hide anyway!"

His mocking comment suddenly triggered a burst of outrage within Emma. Who the hell did this guy think he was? The last thing in the world she wanted was to display her naked body to him-and now she had to endure his unwanted criticism too?

Instead of telling her to lower her arms however, Felix ran his tongue around his lips and said, "Let's get those silly underpants off, and we can get you into some sensible clothing."