Asteria in control

“I feel strange now,” the woman confessed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Very strange… I… can’t… must… fight…”
The woman bent her knees to slightly crouch on her feet and parted her knees to expose her groin. “Help me. Help!”
“How? What’s happening?”
The woman stuck out her elbows to her sides and pointed her palms to where her genitals were strained against the latex covering her crotch.
“Save…. Hai… your… Haigure!”

Asteria stared in astonishment as the woman dropped her hands down to point at her crotch.
“Haigure. Haigure. Haigure,” the woman chanted over and over, each chant accompanied by that same movement framing her pelvis.
“Don’t move a muscle, sweetheart,” spoke the male voice from behind her. Asteria felt her muscles instantly lock into place.
“Haigure. Haigure. Haigure,” the woman chanted in perfect obliviousness to the external world.
“You may stop chanting, slave alpha, and return to your crèche. You, my dear, may turn around and face me.”

Spinning on her heel, Asteria saw that she was being commanded by a vampire. The man was tall and looked like a long-distance runner. He had closely cropped blonde hair and very pale skin. He was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans like most of the college guys she used to know.
“A tall, sultry brunette who is obviously some kind of professional commando. How interesting.”
She focused on trying to move her muscles. She felt the vampire’s control as a lock, but if he hadn’t penetrated her mind deeply, she might have the willpower to override it.
Her hands started moving towards her pistols.
“Stop that. My, you are tough, aren’t you?”