He sat next to her, still fretful. "I hope you realize that I did the same thing—for less than altruistic reasons," she admitted, then quickly added, "but it wasn’t out of revenge." Danielle felt his sudden despair; she kissed him, slowly, sweetly. "Thanks for caring so much, Andy. I didn’t do it to hurt you, but you should know that I have the same freedom that you do. It’s unreasonable to expect Gina and Susan to leave you alone." She took his hand and caressed her cheek with it. "Your—aura is very attractive to all the coven members, and I suspect that you will find yourself very popular with ten other women very soon." Dani ran her finger down his nose. "I still love you, and I will always love you. But I have to share you with my sisters. You’re too… special—for me to own. So, I don’t own you, you don’t own me."
"Who took over your body this weekend? And whoever you are, would you please let Danielle Gray have it back?" The Danielle that Andy knew wouldn’t be anywhere near that indifferent. He looked at her with shock; was it possible that say… Susan had taken over her body? "I like the body, but the person that usually lives in it is much more important to me," he pleaded.
"Piggie, I admire your devotion, and if I was any ordinary girl, and you were any ordinary man, I would accept the marriage proposal you just made," Dani said. "But we’re not ordinary, and we both found that out this weekend." She leaned back, sighing happily as she recalled her weekend. "I had fun, and I’m not gonna apologize," she flatly stated. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" she cooed. She listened attentively and calmly, gently prompting Andy when he looked as if he would stop talking. Dani was more interested in the discussions he had with the coven leader, so she didn’t press him for sexual details since he seemed to be avoiding the subject. She would indulge him—for now.
"I command you to listen to my every word now," Dani said. She used the power to gain his full attention, intent on explaining her actions. Danielle left out the depth of her attraction to Leslie, but not the sex, then went on to describe Mistress Susan’s domination, and the strap-on dildo fuck that she had received from the dominatrix in great detail. She continued, explicitly describing her double penetration by Lewis and Steven and the massive orgasm it had caused her to have. She especially wanted to communicate how hard she had come from that. Andy showed no emotion until she stopped using the power after she had finished telling the story. Predictably, he was hurt, and very jealous of her rediscovered sexual freedom. "But I’m not in love with any of them," she noted. Sighing, she tried to collect her thoughts. "You and Gina would be a great couple," Danielle began. "I saw it. Everybody at the party saw it. But—" She leaned close and started to wrap herself around him. "Your aura likes me best. We make a perfect couple. Me an’ all those other people were about sex. Period. You an’ me, it’s not just sex." She was in Andy’s lap now, arms around his neck. "‘Course, that doesn’t mean we won’t have great sex just ‘cause we can’t live without each other," she huskily purred. "Too tired to play?"
Andy recognized the look in her eyes as Danielle straddled his lap. There was no way he could answer this call, not after the sex-filled day he had spent with Gina. "Ummm… yes?" he meekly replied, worried about what she might do. Dani had suddenly transformed into a very determined woman, with no trace of the spoiled little girl he was familiar with. Something strange happened: the fire went out of her eyes, and was replaced by—understanding? Still, she hadn’t moved. He was confused.
Danielle smiled, reading the puzzlement in his soul. It didn’t take much to extrapolate that into what he was thinking. "Oh, I just like sitting on your lap like this, Andy," she grinned, then gave him another slow, warm kiss. She felt his aura more strongly as her lips left his; and trembled in response. "If you ever learn to control that thing," she murmured as the world came back into focus, "I’ll wind up being your piggie." They stayed on the sofa like that for a while; she had no aura to give him in return, so she just surrounded him with her clothed body. They finally called out for pasta, then went to bed together, sleeping with their bodies intertwined.
Wednesday, Dani met Andy at the train station after work and suggested that they go out to dinner. He immediately knew that something was wrong and acquiesced, trusting her to tell him when she was ready. She finally got around to it during her second glass of wine before dinner. "I’ve gotta go on a damn business trip in two days," she sullenly said at the bar of Dryden and Hall’s.
Damn, damn, damn, Dani thought. She had been looking forward to spending the whole weekend with Andy; now she wasn’t going to even be in town. That had put her in a rotten mood that was slowly getting better with the wine. "Remember I told you that our head honcho—my boss—was leaving? Well, I’m part of the search committee, and we’ve found our candidate. So now we have to go interview this guy real soon," she grumbled. "Like this weekend. Early next week we have to look at his current operation." She stopped to finish her glass and ordered another. Noting the faint disapproval that Andy’s aura was transmitting, she quickly said, "Don’t preach, piggie, it’s bad form." The bartender returned with her wine, and moved to light the cigarette she had barely removed from the pack. She gave him a smile and recognized the increased brightness of his aura. Dani let her eyes dance a little for the bartender in a harmless flirtation. "He likes me," she whispered to Andy, "’cause I’m so good-looking. An’ I bet he’s trying to figure out how he can get around you to get to me right now." Before he could react, she smiled for real at her boyfriend and said, "Call the Maitre’d now. I’m ready for dinner." While Andy was gone, the bartender came back to speak with her, but a gentle brush with the power left him uninterested and oblivious to her earlier flirtation by the time Andy got back. She picked up her glass as if nothing at all had happened at the bar.
"I suppose it’s really my fault for zapping my boss into giving me that promotion," Danielle remorsefully commented as she dipped a shrimp into the remoulade. By the time their order was taken, she had lost most of her appetite. She selected the boiled shrimp appetizer, a salad—and another glass of wine. She was distracted by the seating of a group of well-dressed businessmen nearby; one of them was a lot like Brendan in age, demeanor, and the way he looked in a suit. "Oh, he’s cute," Dani quietly commented, tongue delicately peeking out between her teeth. She was enjoying the combination of the buzz of the wine and the effect of Andy’s aura. It had turned her mood remarkably positive. "I bet he’s rich, too," she mumbled, pulse quickening. Andy’s aura… "Oh, where was I?" she abruptly asked. "I have to leave Friday morning with everybody else."
Andy had discreetly eyed the group of men, and knew exactly whom Danielle was talking about. He rolled his eyes; his girlfriend was drunk. Unfortunately, being drunk didn’t affect the power or her ability to use it, so she was very dangerous now. He wondered if he would be leaving the restaurant with her, or by himself. He couldn’t control her, and she could control—any other male she chose. "Of course I’m thinking about what he’d be like in bed," Dani indignantly whispered. "I could find out, y’know," she slurred. He felt his heart sink. "Are you too tired to play tonight?" she sang, but Andy didn’t really hear her. He was wondering if he could deal with a drunken Danielle on a regular basis, and wasn’t paying attention. Suddenly, he felt his thoughts slow down, and noticed that his head seemed to be turning slowly from side to side. "Good…" came a quiet, throaty purr, and everything… got… foggy…
"Carry me across the threshold, piggie," Dani giggled after Andy unlocked the door. She had tried first, but the keyhole just wouldn’t stand still. "Wheee!" He swept her off her feet with a surprising ease and grace; she hardly noticed that she wasn’t standing up any more. "Take me to our non-marital bed," she laughed as he pushed the door shut behind them with his foot; good thing he wasn’t drunk. It had been a long time since she had felt so—free. And she was with her man. "Piggie," she giggled again as he placed her on the bed with great care, "do a strip tease for me!"
She watched him clumsily reveal his body a piece of clothing at a time, delighting in his awkward effort. Dani briefly wondered how Andy would do if he had complete control of his body, but he was naked all too quickly for her to spend any more time thinking about it. She pulled his aura around herself like a fur stole, deepening his trance exponentially. "Undress me with worship, my slave," she said, feeling a familiar fluttering in her belly. His blank expression and slow, "yes… my mistress…" thrilled her more than anything Kevin had done; Andy was her boyfriend. Her mindless lover removed her clothes slowly, reverently kissing each newly exposed area of skin. She jumped him as soon as he removed her panties, and hastily masturbated him to erection. Dani slammed herself down over his cock, driving him deep inside her, pumping frantically at him, grinding her clit against his body. Her orgasmic climb was short; her world began to dissolve in a flash. The internal quivering started and she moaned once, very loudly, then passed out, collapsing on top of Andy, who was still erect inside of her. Of course, he was instantly released from trance when she passed out because she no longer held his aura.
"Dani? Dani??? Wake up," Andy urged to no avail. She was limp both outside… and inside. He wasn’t. He sighed in frustration and eased out of her, gingerly pushing her off him. Her body just plopped onto the bed, and a tiny snore came from her open mouth. It might have been cute under other circumstances, but she had used him tonight; there was no other way of looking at it. Andy’s cock shrank slowly, his nuts complaining all the way. He rolled over with his back to Dani and eventually went to sleep.
He woke up before she did the next morning. A cruel smile played across his face. "Wakey, wakey, sweetie pie," Andy sang quietly. A distinctly unhappy groan came from the naked body next to his. "Time to rise and shine. We have to go to work today," he merrily reported to his apparently hung over girlfriend.
"G’way," Danielle grumped. Andy shook her gently. "Fuck you," she mumbled into her pillow.
"I wish you had," he complained with more than a hint of truth. "That’s the last time I let you have an appetizer with six glasses of wine for dinner."
Danielle rolled over. "And how are you going to stop me—piggie." She wasn’t really hung over, but the wine had left her feeling lethargic, and not in the mood to get out of bed for a while. It was evident by his continued prodding that Andy wasn’t going to let her be. "You are completely in my power," she said, seizing his aura. "You will do exactly as I say…" She watched her boyfriend’s face go blank again. "Very good, piggie. You must call in sick to work. And bring me breakfast in bed," she smiled. "I am your mistress, and you must obey." When Andy hung the phone up, Dani called her office and said she’d be off until Friday, when she would join the evaluating team at the airport.
Breakfast was an omelet and hash browns; that made Danielle feel much more lively. She let go of Andy’s aura around ten that morning. Before he could say anything, she flicked her tongue around the rim of his dick, and all he could do was gasp. She took long, lewd laps at his cock. "I know I went to sleep—(slurp)—on ya. I’m sorry," Dani managed between licks. She smiled impishly and rubbed his full erection with her hand. "I’m gonna make it up to ya." Her tongue fluttered around his nuts. "But y’gotta tell me—" Another base-to-rim lick. "—What turns you on." She looked at him and explained, "I mean, mind control does it for me. As you know. What can I do for you?"
Andy moaned, "Ohhhh…" very happily. Danielle had surprised him by starting her blowjob immediately after he came out of trance, making him forget that he was angry with her for hypnotizing him. She kept cajoling him to tell her what turned him on while teasing him with her tongue and fingers. Her eyes danced and sparkled for him; he fell in love with her all over again. But he still didn’t think he could tell her, not yet. She let go of his cock and looked at him with a strange, half-peeved, half-aroused expression on her face. His nuts tightened in protest. "Daaa-neee…"
His plaintive wail overrode Dani’s desire to get an answer. After all, she could get it any time she wanted. "We’ll talk—later." She slurped his cock back into her mouth and bobbed her head slowly, using just her tongue and lips to manipulate him. Danielle ran her hands around his chest, pinching and pulling at his nipples. Andy moaned louder, unable to keep still. She increased her suction, bobbing her head faster until she felt his body tense. A quick, grazing play of the tongue and the salty, thick taste of his climax filled her mouth. Andy’s body bucked while she nursed on his cock and continued to stimulate his chest. She kept on licking him, swallowing the final dribbles of his cum, completely cleaning his cock, leaving him drained in every sense of the word. Dani slid back up to meet his face; he whimpered quietly, eyes unfocused. Climbing on top of him, she whispered, "Shhh. Don’t move. Don’t talk. Just lie there and enjoy it." She would wait.
She played with his chest, smiling down at him. "It can’t be that bad, Andy. I mean, after all, I’ve fucked you in the ass with a dildo while you’ve begged me for it." Danielle paused for effect. "We haven’t done it since, either…" She was pleased that he didn’t get embarrassed; she had loved the experience, and looked forward to doing it again. He still didn’t want to tell her about his turn-on, so it must be something really strange. Oh well, I can still find out what I want to know… "Annn-deeee," she cooed, simultaneously pulling at his aura. "You must tell me what turns you on. You want to tell me… It is your only thought… Deeply hidden… Bring it forth… You must tell your mistress… Danielle… You will tell Mistress Danielle… Tell me," she whispered seductively.
"I… have… a… a… a…" There was a pause. Andy was putting up a good fight; Danielle had never had this much trouble getting him to obey a direct command while she held his aura. "Smoking—fetish," he sighed. Now that the struggle was over, his body visibly relaxed, so she let go of his aura. It was going to be an interesting afternoon.
"Andy, Gina said she’d pick you up around seven. You’re gonna be home by then, right?" Danielle was rushing, trying to get to the airport a little early: she didn’t want to appear less than enthusiastic for her job. Andy had given her a very romantic evening as a bon voyage gift; she was running late because her morning cigarette had done wonders for his libido. "’Kay," she said into the phone. "I love you too. Have fun while I’m gone, and I’ll be back Wednesday night." A horn honked outside; her taxi had arrived. She had declined the coven leader’s offer of a limo and driver; it would have been too ostentatious for a business trip. She left after taking one last look around the empty living room. At least Andy was going to be in good hands.
"Andrew, darling, I have to take care of some urgent personal business. Is it all right if I were to drop you off at the castle?" Gina queried as he climbed into the back seat of her limo. She gave him a soft kiss. Two of her slaves, the chief of police and the head of detectives, had alerted her that they had identified the prime suspect in a series of rape/murders of young girls in the area. Gina was on her way to visit him. She had just gotten the call on the car phone while enroute to pick Andrew up, necessitating a change in plans. There was no way she was going to be able to question the suspect at Castlereagh; the case was far too public. However, her slaves had managed to give her two hours before the police acted by first delaying the preparation of the warrant application, then submitting one that had been incorrectly filled out. Unfortunately, Andrew had to be dealt with first. She had eagerly accepted Danielle’s suggestion that he spend the duration of her business trip at the castle, for the memories of last weekend still resonated vividly within the coven leader’s loins. It also forced her to forget the possibility of making love with him; if the prime suspect was guilty, Gina knew that she would not be in the mood for love later.
Andy arranged himself to sit a discreet distance away from Gina; it was obvious that the coven leader was preoccupied. His hopes had started to sink when she had kissed him. It was a good, loving kiss, but he hadn’t sensed any of the urgency or passion that had marked last week’s embraces. He told her he would be fine at the castle while she ran her errand, drawing a regretful (he thought) half-smile from her. The conversation seemed artificial, and Gina did not smoke for him throughout the ride to Castlereagh. Gina gave him another not-quite-heated kiss as they pulled to a stop in the front drive at the castle, where he got out. The driver quickly pulled away, along with Andy’s suitcase, which was still in the trunk. The limousine lights had disappeared by the time he got to the front door.
A servant opened the door and welcomed him in the formal way that Gina was so fond of. He told Andy that dinner would be served in the private room, but that he would be the only one dining right now; none of the other coven members were at the castle. Andy knew that, if nothing else, he would be fed well during his stay. He followed the servant through the Grand Hall. The empty echoes of their steps made him realize that he already missed Danielle.
Gina got out of the limo in front of the perfectly kept house in a moderately upscale neighborhood. She sighed; such a wonderfully normal façade. Certainly none of the neighbors would suspect this man of the heinous crimes that he was soon to be accused of. As much as she wanted to carry out justice herself (if he was indeed guilty), Gina knew the value of a public resolution to the whole affair. Jack the Ripper’s continued infamy bothered her, but back then she hadn’t understood the dynamics of crime and the public psyche. Now she had a little more experience. Although it precluded her from personally effecting justice, she could insure that it would ultimately be served. The coven leader took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
A plain-looking, balding, middle-aged man opened the door, still dressed in the clothes of the professional workplace. His tie was still fastened—even on a Friday at this late hour. Gina summoned her best smile. "Are you Mr. William Karney?" The man blinked stupidly and nodded. "My name is Gina Mansfield, and I am here to inform you that you have won a free trip to Great Britain, courtesy of my magazine, Druid Life," she brightly said. The man smiled and looked behind her; he was wondering who would play such a practical joke on him; he also said as much. "I assure you that this is no joke, Mr. Karney…"
"Hi Andy," Monica said pleasantly, "where’s her ladyship?" The initiate had rushed home from out of town for the coven meeting, and arrived at the castle to find that it had been canceled. The only non-servant in the whole place was Andy. He smiled and told her that Gina was on an errand, but he was gracious enough to ask her to join him. She asked for a glass of wine, then reconsidered when she realized who she was with and said, "I’d rather have an ice cream sundae like his." Andy smiled again and complimented her on her choice. He was cute, especially when he smiled like that. Monica automatically lit a cigarette; it was a habit she had whenever she was around somebody she was attracted to. "Do you have any idea when she’ll be back?"
"No… I don’t," Andy managed to get out. Damn, Monica knew how to smoke almost as well as Gina, and better than Dani. He stuffed his libido back in its cage and asked, "Didn’t you know that the meeting was canceled?" Monica explained the circumstances of her ignorance until her sundae arrived. Andy shook himself back to reality; Gina would be back eventually.
Monica had noticed the way Andy had been watching her, and it made her feel good. He may be Gina’s chosen, but she had an ace in the hole. "Fantasia," she quietly said.
Andy blinked once as memories of a conversation suddenly blossomed in his head. "You-you can give me—control? Like you have???" he stuttered incredulously. His fantasies began to run rampant.
"Well, as long as you cooperate. Your aura can give you control over me," she answered, meeting his gaze. Andy looked around furtively; he was probably wondering where Gina was. "I can like, lose myself in an aura, and just… kinda be your slave," Monica continued, having lowered her voice. "Gina doesn’t know anything about it, but I’ve done it a coupla times before—" She cut herself off. Better not say too much.
"Well, I’m not sure how to control my aura," Andy quietly replied. His fantasies of hypnotizing Danielle and Gina into sexual submission vanished. He would have been all right, except that Monica was still smoking in that sexy, extremely feminine way of hers, and it made her very desirable to him right now. He had an erection. "I really should be waiting for Gina," he added with wistful apology in his voice. But I could definitely get into controlling you, his mind finished silently.
The coven leader impatiently waited for William to get in the limo, having been thus far unable to penetrate the shielding around his mind. Gina had been forced to waste precious time convincing him that she was not part of some practical joke. Fortunately, her verbal powers of persuasion were almost as effective as her usual method, just much slower. "Sorry, I had to turn on the alarm. You never know what will happen these days with all the sickos out on the streets," he apologized. She steeled herself to reach into his thoughts again; she was going to have to really work hard at this.
To her great surprise, his mind was considerably easier to reach now. While he had been nearly unassailable in his house, here in the limo he was just as open as her chauffeur. Gina was immediately convinced that Mr. Karney was at the least psychologically aberrant; it was extremely rare that someone would automatically draw that much mental reinforcement from familiar surroundings. Whatever, he was completely open to her now, and there was a mystery to solve. "Here is the key that will open the box that contains your prize, Mr. Karney," she said, then indicated the box itself, which was sitting on the opposite seat. As he eagerly reached for the box, completely engrossed in his good fortune, the coven leader scanned his memories. She could not suppress the shudder as she saw each of the five murders in horribly vivid detail.
"What in the heck—"
The man’s exclamation was cut off as Gina slammed a straitjacket over his entire mind. The box he had just opened didn’t contain a prize certificate—it held a 9mm Luger. "Take the gun out." The solicitousness in her voice was gone, replaced by cool, confident command. "The police will be coming to your house soon. You will not let them in. You will confess your crimes, then fire the gun well over their heads. You will charge the police and threaten them with the gun. Once outside your home, you will not be able to pull the trigger." She carved the order into his thoughts. "Can you feel the power in the gun?" she breathed. "Yes, so virile, so potent, so manful. You are everything you’ve always wanted to be now," Gina seductively hissed. The man’s tightening grasp on the gun (untraceable, of course) told her that the reprogramming was succeeding. She played on his feelings of inadequacy and undesirability, as she slowly brought his repressed desires to the surface. His true nature was becoming visible now. The coven leader sank back into the plush, cool leather of the seat, sweating. Mr. Karney’s rational mind had fought her every step of the way to maintain its control of the evil that shared the same space, and the battle was draining her. "No… You must… so sexual… so potent… Mas… cu-line," she gasped, slicing viciously through his mind with the power. The restraints he had erected around his pedophilic tendencies snapped, and William Karney was loose.
By the time the limousine returned to his street, the maniac was completely in control of William Karney. Although she herself was safe from him, being post-pubescent and therefore intimidating, Gina had to put some restraints on his mind with the power so that he would act normal as he walked back to his house from the car. As the door to the house shut, she told the driver to leave as quickly, and as discreetly as possible. She had almost used her entire two hours; the police could not be very far behind. Besides, Andrew was waiting.