Once a week, she would treat herself to a little bit of his aura. It kept her from having to prowl the clubs, and she was able to have just a ritualistic sip at coven feedings. Andy didn’t mind her feeding on him since she was always careful to take only a tiny amount, leaving him at a fever pitch. His extra arousal always led to them fucking each other silly. She had also gained mastery over her perceptions; she could see both the metaphysical and physical planes simultaneously. Danielle loved to watch the early morning sunlight filter through his unbound aura when he was dreaming. Sometimes, if he wasn’t dreaming, she would just watch the blue glow shaped like his body and marvel at how responsive it was to her touch. She would stroke his arm, making the luminescent black flecks dance crazily.
The owner of the aura wasn’t too bad, either. He liked to dance more than Brendan, and could almost make her swoon when a slow song would come on. The way Andy would hold her… so close, so gentle, so… romantic. He wasn’t ever going to be as rich, but his constant attention was worth a fortune to Dani. Andy still continued to light her cigarettes, in or out of the house, even though she had told him that he didn’t have to. And then there was the magic in that brief instant when he was on top of her and his aura would flare right before he came. If she had enough control to open herself to the metaphysical plane, the energy of the aura would supercharge her orgasm. She had had more "If-you-touch-me-again- anywhere , I’m gonna die" orgasms with Andy in the past few months than the rest of her whole life. Neither Brendan nor Chris, her best former lovers, could match him as far as her sexual satisfaction was concerned. Her control at the critical moment was not a given; sometimes she’d already be in mid-orgasm without the influence of his aura.
Only Mistress Susan could send her anywhere close to there during sex. Danielle had intended to talk to her about Andy and their increasing bond during Susan’s last visit, while he was out of town on business. Instead, the dominatrix had turned Dani into a quivering, post-multi-orgasmic mess using dildos, vibrators, and her formidable erotic skills. The younger woman had been in no shape to talk about anything afterwards. Danielle wasn’t as troubled by her bisexuality now; it seemed to be Susan-specific, and besides, if Gina had… Just to make sure, when Andy returned home from his trip, Danielle greeted him with dinner, a massage, and hypnotically initiated sex.
The invitations to Gina’s party arrived two weeks after that: one was addressed to "Ms. Danielle Gray," and another envelope for, "Mr. Andrew Davidson." Dani thought it odd that Gina had sent two separate invitations, but forgot about it when Andy kept complaining about the black tie requirement. She whined at him, cajoled him, begged him to cooperate. Finally, she just bought the evening dress she was going to wear to show him how formal an occasion this was going to be. She had modeled it for him tonight after dinner. Briefly. His eyes left his head, and Dani barely had time to remove the dress. "So," she sighed, lazily reaching for a cigarette, "this party attracts all the local movers and shakers. It’s a gossip columnist’s dream." She put a finger on his lips to stop his imminent protest. "And yes," she firmly said, "you are going with me, and you will wear a tux."
Andy kissed her finger and replied, "Yes… mistress… I… will… obey," as a joke. Unfortunately, he mimicked the mesmerized voice a little too well. Dani immediately dropped the lighter, threw the unlit cigarette carelessly away, and pounced. "I should know better than to speak like that when we’re naked," was his last rational thought.
The night before the party, Danielle was sitting at home alone watching the tube. Andy was working late so that he could leave work early to get ready for the early evening party. He had kept complaining about the tux last Sunday just to tease her; she had fucked him into a stunned, sated, compliant stupor. She looked at the picture sitting on the TV: taken at a work picnic, it had been the first time her co-workers had met him. She smiled at a memory. One of them had pulled her aside and incredulously asked, "You mean you threw that Brendan guy back, and you’re going to keep him instead??!!!" Dani sighed happily to herself, yes, he’s the one I’m keeping. The doorbell surprised her, jolting her from her pleasant reverie. If it’s Susan, I’m just gonna die…
Gina Mansfield fidgeted at the door to Danielle’s house. She had procrastinated for the past two weeks; there was always some convenient excuse to postpone this discussion with the initiate. Now the party was tomorrow night and all the arrangements had been made. Except this one. She waited nervously, wondering if her well-rehearsed speech would disappear when she saw Andrew. The door opened. Danielle gaped at her in shock, exclaiming, "Your ladyship!!!" Gina soundlessly told herself that, yes, I am, and it would serve me well to remember that.
Dani was astonished by the coven leader’s arrival at her home. Her amazement gave way to trepidation at the unannounced visit. She quickly tried to recall if she had screwed up with the power recently. When Gina said, "I would like to speak with you about—the party," the young initiate’s relieved sigh was audible. "I want Andrew to be my escort." Danielle’s world spun crazily. What she’s kidding no way I bought that dress for him and he got a matching tux… Gina continued, "I realize that it is the worst time to ask you, what with your plans already made, so I am prepared to compensate you for your inconvenience."
Danielle plopped on the sofa, stunned. After a long silence, she looked at the coven leader. "Let me get this straight. You want to—rent—my boyfriend for the evening?" She stared at Gina, who had obviously gone quite insane, and wished that Andy were there. She could use his comforting aura right now. "He’s not for sale or rent at any price," Dani quietly said, fully aware that her indignation had seeped into the words. She was attempting to restrain her outrage; after all, Gina had way more power, and way more experience than she did. She knew that she was badly outgunned.
Gina took a deep breath; Danielle’s anger was quite perceptible even though the young woman was trying to cover it. Right now, she was thankful that she could not read women’s minds. The coven leader was also quite relieved that Andrew wasn’t there; it was going to make this easier. "For the weekend," she corrected, then faltered. She took a moment to compose herself, and found that her rehearsed speech had indeed vanished. "I suppose you could put it that way. I prefer to see it as honoring Andrew for what he has meant to the coven. This is not rent, it is a reward." Danielle just gaped at her. "I will also increase your rank in the coven, should you desire, for your indulgence tomorrow night." There. She had done it.
"Gina, I don’t believe you’re saying this," Danielle cautiously began. "At any rate, I doubt that Andy would appreciate being talked about and bartered for like some commodity. You don’t know—"
"But I do, Miss Gray. Let me remind you that I was the one to give him to you, and had to force him upon you at that." The coven leader knew she had scored a direct hit when Danielle winced. "For that reason alone, you should be willing to surrender your precious boyfriend for a weekend." Gina paused. "It is also possible for me to sever your link with the power, and thereby remove you from the coven. Then neither of us would have Andrew, for I would certainly try to turn him into my lover, and just as certainly fail." She softly exhaled, "But I wouldn’t threaten that, except as a last, desperate resort." It sure sounded like a threat to Danielle: her face showed it. "Miss Gray," Gina calmly, quietly resumed, "Andrew is very special. I have existed for seven hundred some-odd years. During this entire time, I have only met three others like him. Please allow me the same pleasure you have each night for what will amount to an exceedingly rare weekend. I will only have memories of a brief time to treasure. You will have the reality, forever."
Danielle didn’t completely understand, but she heard the pain behind the words. Her heart went out to the coven leader. "I… I’d like to ask Andy when he gets home, your ladyship. To be honest, I don’t want to do it. But if it’s all right with him, I guess—I can get along without him for the weekend," she said quietly. Dani didn’t want to get along without him, but she could. Of course, he’d probably be too drained to play with her for a few days after it was over, but she could live without sex for a week, as long as he was around. "But what will I do for a date? I don’t really want to be unaccompanied. I mean last year, that gossip columnist, that Johnny Burton guy wouldn’t leave me alone. And I was scared to use the power in front of so many people."
Gina nodded. "I will arrange for a suitable escort." There was a moment’s pause while Gina was obviously thinking. "I will also ask Susan to invite you to her private post-party. As a guest, not as part of the entertainment. You might appreciate it," she said. Her smile suddenly became amused and mysterious.
Dani saw another opening. "Could you get her off my case? And Andy’s?" she asked, leaning forward. "Will Susan listen to you concerning—personal matters?" A sudden thought hit her, and Danielle’s face fell. "But then she’s always in command, isn’t she?" she sadly mumbled.
Gina’s eyes sparkled. "My dear Miss Gray," she began, "whom do you think introduced Susan to Sapphic pleasures?" Dani’s face froze in shock. The coven leader smiled mischievously. "Besides, I couldn’t be much of a coven leader if I had to call one of the initiates ‘Mistress.’" She paused again, her face turning serious. "Then it’s settled?" Gina asked hopefully.
"At least with me," Dani muttered. As it turned out, Andy was willing to be Gina’s escort at the party. He agreed to spend the whole weekend at the castle with the coven leader. Danielle was a little annoyed at his apparent eagerness. As they lay in bed together, he asked Dani if she would let him do this for the coven leader. As he asked, his aura flooded Danielle’s senses, and she realized that even an extended affair with Gina could not harm their relationship.
The large, ornate, highly polished door swung open quietly, revealing the well-lit Grand Hall of Castlereagh. It was filled with tuxedoed men, stylishly dressed women and the buzz of many conversations while they milled about. There were fewer women than men; several of the women were current or former coven members. Dani glanced nervously at Andy, admiring the way he looked in a tux, feeling a pang of regret. Her boyfriend showed no nervousness, but that was a very recent change. He had been senselessly chattering away during the first half of the limousine ride until she had had enough and silenced him—by kissing him for the remainder of the trip. "I love you," she said sotto voce as a servant approached them. He squeezed her hand and pecked her on the cheek. Danielle took one last swim in his aura, and shut down her perception of the metaphysical spectrum. She figured that she’d be better able to handle this if she didn’t have to deal with that.
The servant greeted them with, "Welcome, Mistress Danielle, and Mr. Davidson." He motioned to an identically dressed man. "Her ladyship has made arrangements for you both," he resumed. "Mistress, if you will follow Charles, he will conduct you to your escort." Danielle gave Andy a helpless look. She was having second thoughts about this.
"Go on," Andy said quietly. "Have fun, and don’t worry about me. You’ll be fine, and remember—I love you," he said. The servants appeared to ignore the exchange, waiting in patient silence.
Dani sighed loudly, then said, "I guess I’m ready. Bye, sweetie." She fleetingly brushed his cheek with her lips in parting. Anything more would have made her seriously reconsider everything. She headed off behind Charles, refusing to look back.
"If you would please follow me, Mr. Davidson," the remaining servant said. They went up the second staircase, avoiding the group in the Grand Hall. As he suspected, Andy found himself in the library. "Her ladyship will be joining you presently, then both of you shall be announced," the servant said as he left the room. The doors closed noiselessly behind him, leaving Andy alone in the large, book-filled room.
Andy thought about the strange turn of events that had put him here again. How could Gina be so obsessed with him, to the point of pain, yet have virtually pushed him on Danielle? Especially when she apparently knew that he and Danielle would eventually wind up in love. Besides, with her command of the power, it would have been simple for the coven leader to make Andy willingly forget Dani in an instant. Nonetheless, Gina had not shown the slightest active sexual interest in him until last night. Still, there had been the early teasing references to his stray thoughts, and the time she had straddled him, fully clothed. Gina may have only taken his essence then, but the predatory light in her eyes when she had looked down at him was the same as Danielle’s when she would ride him. He wondered if any random thoughts of Dani during the weekend would disturb the coven leader. Relaxing into a state of semi-awareness, he began to weave a mental shield. This one was not designed to keep Gina from getting in; it needed to keep images of Danielle from getting out. Andy quickly gave up—it was hard enough to build that he saw it would be impossible to maintain and remain responsive. As the coven leader’s escort, he was supposed to be charming, pleasant and gallant company.
"Do you have a light, Andrew?" He jerked around to see Gina standing in the doorway. "I assure you that I won’t be bothered by any stray thoughts of your girlfriend." Andy stared, open-mouthed. Gina was elegantly attired in a long, fitted, black evening dress. She wore a broad diamond necklace, and a narrow black choker with a single diamond. Her black hair was pulled into an unadorned, thick, broad ponytail. She was also wearing black satin evening gloves, one of which held an ebony cigarette holder. There was a gold-tipped, jet-black cigarette in the holder. His mind and body locked, leaving him in the "obviously awestruck" position. "Yes, Andrew," Gina quietly said, closing the doors, "I know." She walked past him, and he turned to follow her movement with his entire body.
Gina knew she had Andrew’s undivided attention: she had known about his smoking fetish since that first day in the library. This weekend, she would take advantage of it. It took a small effort to keep her hands steady as she lit her cigarette; she was excited, and he was too fantasy-bound to do much of anything. Gina took a long, deep pull, holding the smoke, then lazily lifted her head and blew slowly through pursed lips. The blue glow that was Andy got a little brighter. "Like that?" she sensuously whispered to him. When he failed to answer, Gina, perplexed, cocked her head at him. It was almost as if she had possessed him. She maneuvered the holder between her thumb and forefinger for the next drag. She opened her mouth while still drawing and removed the holder, causing a small ball of smoke to roll from her lips before closing them. Then Gina exhaled with a hushed sigh. "Or like that?"
"I—I—I," Andy stammered, unable to get past the first word.
Oh my, I’ve truly got him, haven’t I, the coven leader thought. She leaned forward and put both hands on her desk. "Tell me, Andrew, who am I? Am I ‘The Whore,’ wanton harlot who will fulfill any desire for a price?" she snarled with a subdued voice. Gina took another posed drag and walked around the desk before exhaling. "Perhaps I am the ‘Bitch Goddess,’ with long, exquisitely crossed legs, desirable to the point of worship and absolute surrender." She stood a few feet in front of Andrew, who was clearly very aroused, and took another long, regal drag, exhaling slowly with upturned head. "Or am I the ‘Femme Fatale’, enticing, yet dangerous?"
Andy gulped and managed to squeak, "The last one." Ohhhhhhh myyyyyyyy gawwwwddd… She had transformed herself into the irresistible woman from a fantasy of his. Any thoughts of Dani vanished as he just ogled Gina. She said something about finishing her cigarette, but he wasn’t listening. He had no idea of how long it took her to do it; time was immaterial. "Mistress—Gina… I-I don’t know what to say," he choked, each word catching in his throat.
She smiled warmly, sensually. "That’s all right, dear. I know what you’re thinking." Gina linked her arm with his. "I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for the next few hours," she said, using the power to sever his sex drive’s link with his body. "But I promise we’ll do all that—and more." The coven leader tugged at him. "Shall we make our grand entrance, darling?" They left the library arm-in-arm to be met by James near the main staircase. She had already checked with the head butler to make sure that most of the guests had arrived. "We’re ready," she stated, and tightened the link between their arms. Andrew still had a tight grasp of his aura. She wasn’t surprised; she would only feel it if he desired to share it with her.
"Her ladyship, Gina Mansfield, and Mr. Andrew Davidson." James’ voice echoed in the Grand Hall, and all conversation ceased. Heads turned to the staircase, then applause broke out to salute the evening’s hostess. A picture of royal elegance, Gina descended the stairs with Andy in the lead by the smallest of margins. He looked very composed and his movements were perfectly measured to hers, yet as fluid as if he did this every day.
Dani watched from the farthest corner of the hall as the coven leader and her boyfriend came down the steps. It hurt her a little, but she had never seen Gina look so happy. Andy looked every bit the royal escort. They wouldn’t be coming near her anytime soon, so she wouldn’t have to resist the temptation to bask in his aura. The pair made it to the bottom of the stairs and were immediately mobbed by other partygoers. She sighed and removed a cigarette; a flame immediately popped into existence next to her. "Thank you, Kevin," she exhaled unenthusiastically. Her escort. Gina had taken every effort to insure that Dani would be adequately—entertained in Andy’s absence. Kevin was tall, with brown hair and wide shoulders. His firm, chiseled features made him appear every part the rugged outdoorsman. Just the type I would have picked last year, she thought. She had followed Charles to one of the holding cells in the basement to find Kevin waiting, staring blankly into a flashing strobe. Monica, one of the newer initiates was also there. She had explained to Danielle that it was much easier than using the power to keep Kevin hypnotized. Danielle had taken his aura and formed it into a leash and collar, which she now held loosely. He was in a light trance that she could deepen at will; she didn’t want anybody to suspect anything. She would probably fuck him tonight, in spite of her apathy. Depending on what Susan’s party was like, Kevin could be saying that distant, "Yes… mistress…" a lot.
Andy tried not to wrinkle his nose at the little gremlin of a man who had pinned him by the staircase railing. In doing so, he had freed Gina to mix with her guests, because the man had wormed his way to the front of the greeting crowd and peppered her with nosy questions. After a few minutes of the same treatment, Andy thought that she had been much too gracious; the man’s cloying attitude was making him nauseous. The troll’s remaining hair was unevenly colored, he was wearing too much cologne, and his tux was well-worn. The man suddenly ran off in pursuit of somebody else he spotted, calling after them. Relieved, Andy went in search of Gina.
"Andrew!" the coven leader exclaimed from the middle of a circle of people. "I would like to introduce you to the mayor and the police chief and…" By the time she had finished reeling off the names and the positions of the people and their spouses, Andy had a headache. Gina perched on his arm, continuing to merrily exchange pleasantries with the group of dignitaries for a few minutes before dragging him towards another group. "The price of royalty," she chirped at him. His headache abruptly vanished. "You’re welcome, darling," Gina sympathetically clipped. He squeezed her hand and told her that he’d manage.
Gina had been worried about him; a light scan had shown that Andrew’s composure had gone away when Johnny Burton started asking questions. He wasn’t used to this, and disliked being the focus of so much attention. She had cut off his headache at the source and tried to calm him with gentle words, but it wasn’t working. Gina didn’t want to tinker with his brain too much; it might be obvious and make him look bad. The coven leader had a sudden inspiration—she put another black cigarette in her holder. "May I have a light?" she smiled.
They ate dinner in the private room with several former coven members. "So what’s Johnny’s thing this year? Which one of us is he after?" Andrea asked.
"Nobody," Gina replied. "Susan has—intervened. She promises that this year’s post-party will be the most decadent yet." Andrew had a question. The coven leader smiled and said, "No, we will not be attending."
"What about you, Andy?" Mary Ellen, a short blonde woman, asked. "How are you holding up with all this? I know Johnny was pumping you for information. He always does with Gina’s date." Andy began to panic as it finally dawned on him who ‘Johnny’ was. Before he could answer, he gasped, then sighed happily, sinking into his chair with a stupid smile on his face. "Oh, I see. Gina’s got it under control," Mary Ellen giggled.
"Don’t worry, Andrew. Nothing about us will be printed. That I can guarantee," the coven leader said. She stopped her direct stimulation of the pleasure centers in his brain and dinner continued. Eventually, the music from the ballroom started, echoing faintly in the private room. "It’s been pleasant, ladies, and I look forward to seeing all of you again." Gina grinned. "At least once—before next year’s party, hmmm?" Everybody in the room laughed. "But duty calls. Shall we dance, Andrew?"
The ballroom floor was full of couples as the band was playing a slow song. Andy saw Dani for the first time since they had separated in the foyer. She was speaking with two other women he didn’t recognize, but before he could do anything, the music stopped and Gina leaned against him. "May I have this dance?" The band introduced a special request from "Gina Mansfield, your gracious hostess," and the dance floor emptied. Andy felt strange, as if he were at his own wedding about to dance with the wrong bride. Gina wrapped her arms around him with a whispered plea, "Make me feel special." The band started to play, "The Long And Winding Road." Any reluctance he had was wiped out by the tone of Gina’s request. He led her to the middle of the floor and held her like she was the most precious item in the universe. They moved slowly, dancing alone for two verses, then the floor filled with other couples. "Thank you," Gina cooed, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. She was not getting ready to feed.
Dani closed her eyes, wishing she didn’t have to see this. "Is something bothering you, my pet?" Susan’s rich voice cut through Danielle’s misery. "Yes, I know, sweetheart," the tall woman purred as she also watched Gina and Andy embrace. "But Gina is lonelier than any of us. Andrew—and you—are only doing what you both must." Dani trembled when the dominatrix ran a finger around her shoulders and neck. "The limousines leave at midnight, darling. You won’t want to miss it," Susan breathed sultrily. Dani sighed as the eldest initiate left her and looked at her watch: 10:15. It’s going to be a long wait…
Andy was thirsty. He had been dancing with any woman who asked, as Gina had been similarly occupied. They hadn’t been together since shortly after the first dance. Dancing saved him from having to remember names and make banal conversation with people he didn’t know. He had caught infrequent glimpses of Danielle from the dance floor, but hadn’t been able to ask her to dance; she never seemed to be around when he went looking for her. Gina, on the other hand, was usually visible, flamboyantly waving her cigarette holder around. She would give him a knowledgeable smile when their eyes would meet.
Andy politely declined an invitation to dance from the police chief’s (or something like that) wife and headed for the bar. The crowd appeared to have thinned at the edges, although the dance floor was still fairly crowded. He couldn’t see Dani anywhere, so he asked the man behind the bar for a ginger ale. "Hi. I’m Monica. I guess you’re Gina’s chosen," said a stocky black-haired girl standing a few feet away. He properly introduced himself. "Yeah, I’m the second-most recent initiate. I’ve been around the coven even less time than you have," she chirped.
Monica pulled out a long, extra-thin cigarette. Andy lit it for her, commenting that Danielle smoked the same kind. The discussion meandered pleasantly; he found Monica easy to talk to. Eventually the subject got to him and the coven leader. "Gina really likes you a lot, y’know," Monica said without any suggestive overtones. "She talked about you a lot during my training." She cocked her head and her eyes went unfocused for a few seconds. "I can see what she means by how gorgeous you are, though. I’ve never seen anything like it, but I haven’t seen that many auras. Gina says you’re pretty rare."
Andy happened to glance at his watch. It was 12:30. "Speaking of Gina," he began, "I wonder where she is?" He scanned the room, but the coven leader wasn’t in evidence. "Maybe I better go find her," he said, quickly adding, "I mean, I am supposed to be her escort." Monica smiled and promised that she understood. He lit another of her cigarettes as an apology, then went in search of Gina. Although the band was still playing, there were now few enough couples dancing that it was easy to see that she was not among them. He left the ballroom. No Gina, no Danielle… I’ve gotta keep better track of these women. He searched the entire first floor, but there was no sign of either of the women who had claimed him.
He went upstairs, heading for the library, worried that he’d offended the coven leader by spending so much time with Monica. It had been an innocent conversation and Gina would surely know that by reading his memory. Perhaps she had decided to make an inconspicuous exit and was waiting for him to do the same. As he approached the library, he could see that the door was ajar and heard two different male voices coming from the room. Then Gina’s distinctive, cool, faintly accented voice floated down the corridor. As he got closer, Andy could make out what was being said.
"But—Gina—you don’t understand. It’s against the law that we’re supposed to be upholding. You have to understand our position," one of the men said urgently.
"I am aware of your position." Gina. "I simply do not care. I want that man, when he is found, to be delivered to me. I will see that proper justice is done. A half-decent lawyer would make mincemeat out of your case, and he would go unpunished."
"The law happens to work that way," the other male voice said. "And it is our job to uphold the law."
"No. Your job is to obey me," Gina icily said. Andy silently crept over by the doors. All three people were visible, standing by the fireplace. The coven leader looked very angry. She snapped, "I command you to take out your cocks."
"No—please Gina—my wife is downstairs," one of the men started. His arm twitched erratically, alerting Andy that the coven leader was beginning to use the power.
"I am your Mistress Gina, and you will obey my every command," she firmly stated.
"Yes… Mistress… Gina," both men replied slowly. Andy watched as they removed their flaccid penises. He knew the tone of voice very well.
"Now masturbate for me. Make yourselves hard. Can you feel the urge? The need is there. You must come, the urge is so very strong. Come for your Mistress," Gina instructed. The two men began to jerk off frantically. "You want to come for me, don’t you? Yes, and I can make it so much better," she cooed. "Obey me, and your Mistress will make it better. Doesn’t it feel good?" The two tuxedoed men were panting now, looking at Gina with bewitched devotion as they whipped their hands along their rigid dicks. Andy knew that the coven leader had control of them, and he felt a little fuller down below. Gina’s expression as she watched was one of clinical detachment as she said, "How about a little more pleasure?" The men gasped in unison, their hips thrusting forward forcefully, fucking their fists; one man was drooling.
Monica had decided to go upstairs to her chambers on the third floor; she was feeling tired and bored. She hadn’t cared for her escort at all, having been forced to use the power on him too much for her tastes. She had ditched him halfway through the night. Unfortunately, only Andy had been really nice. He even lit her cigarettes like a true gentleman. He also had been the only one not to scope out other women at the party while she had been talking. Of course, he was Gina’s chosen, and that probably had something to do with it. Still, he had spent some time with her and it didn’t seem forced. She stopped at the first landing when she detected a lone figure crouching outside the library. Monica debated whether to alert a servant, then decided to approach since the power could protect her from physical harm. As she tiptoed down the hall, she could see that the library doors were slightly ajar and that the figure was Andy. He was obviously watching something in the room.
"What’cha watchin’?" Andy almost came out of his skin at Monica’s whisper. The girl leaned over his shoulder to view the scene through the parted doors. "Oh my," she breathed by his ear. Both of them played voyeur, watching the incongruous scene of two formally dressed men masturbating in front of an elegantly dressed, apparently bored woman.
The breathing in the library became louder and more ragged. "That’s it. Obey me as you must. Make yourselves come," the coven leader quietly hissed. Both men began to grunt and groan, their hands still going while Gina spurred them on. Outside the room, Monica accidentally brushed Andy’s leg to steady herself. She noticed his arousal, and felt a bit of excitement herself. She gingerly placed her hand on his leg but he didn’t budge, obviously too engrossed to notice. The sounds from the men became even louder; they had been jerking off for some time. "Is it beginning to hurt? Would you like me to make it better? I can, you know," Gina purred seductively. "Your Mistress Gina can make it stop hurting… If you obey Mistress Gina, she will make it feel good again… Obey me… Do as I wish, and I will make it feel better… Tell me you will obey…"
"Ohhh—GAWWWDD… I’ll do ANYTHING—it—hurts!" one of the men groaned, while the other simply said, "I… will… obey… my… Mistress… Gina." The flat voice indicated that the coven leader’s mental tampering had erased his will. He was now an absolute slave to her slightest desire.
Monica felt the surge of blood in Andy’s body, and abruptly realized the source of his interest. "Does it make you hot to watch her control other men?" she panted quietly. "Yes, making another person obey you without a will of their own… I bet you’d like to have that control over a woman," she breathed, fighting the urge to nibble on his ear. He was cute. Andy turned to her, looking incredulous. Really cute. "I can do something that Gina can’t," she continued, hoping he would pick up the cue. "Let’s go back downstairs before we get caught."
"I… will… bring… him… to… Mistress… Gina," a male voice said from the library, distant and completely entranced. Monica and Andy heard the coven leader quietly say, "Very good. Now feel no pain, gentlemen, only pleasure." The two voyeurs stealthily padded away from the library towards the main stairs; sounds of "NNGGGH-HNNNGHHH!" and ecstatic groans came from the room when they were halfway down the hall.
Once they were back at the bar, Monica noted that Andy’s erection hadn’t entirely gone away yet. "I saw how aroused you were up there. I can give you the control you want," she offered quietly. "That’s something Gina can’t do. Are you interested?" she rhetorically asked. Of course he was interested; Monica had seen that first-hand. She was going to tell him more, but the two men involved in the library incident had just rejoined their wives looking none the worse for wear, and now Gina came into the ballroom. "You will forget everything I have said about this until I say, ‘Fantasia’ to you," Monica quickly whispered, using the power to bury their discussion deep in his mind. She figured that the coven leader would be too busy with Andy’s body to search his memories that fully.
Gina was looking around the ballroom; when she spotted Andrew and Monica, she immediately came over to them. "Andrew," she said in a pleasant voice that gave no hint of what she had just finished doing, "we should start saying our goodnights. Thank you for taking care of him, Monica." Andy said good night to her, then he and Gina circulated through the remaining guests. He got a little scared when they ran into Lia. Much to his surprise, the slender blonde smiled and chatted amiably for a few moments. She stopped as a good-looking young man walked up and handed her a drink. "Your ladyship, this is Larry, my husband," Lia said, beaming. After a few minutes of genial conversation, Gina gently grasped Andy’s hand. "We really must go," she apologized to Lia and Larry. The coven leader led him up the steps, past the second floor to the third, and turned left. They stopped in front of the doors to Gina’s master suite. "We have arrived."