"Very—rewarding. And enjoyable. Did you rest well?" Her guest nodded and poured herself some tea. "There’s lunch available," Susan offered.
"Actually, tea and croissants will do me quite well for the nonce," Leslie replied. "So, why am I here? I know that first-class round-trips from London aren’t inexpensive. You didn’t just bring me here so I could tour the country. So, there’s obviously some other agenda here," she noted in a perfect British accent. "I am, of course, willing to serve you. But I know you from our conversations. That isn’t it."
"Correct on all counts, Leslie," Susan responded. "I would like you to—convince—a mutual acquaintance of ours that he has erred. And it’s really quite simple, because he can easily undo what he has done."
"Robert?" Susan nodded. Leslie didn’t hesitate in responding, "As you Yanks would say, ‘count me in.’"
"Andrew, I want to warn you about tonight," Susan started. He rolled over to face her, and she resumed, "I will be using the power to manipulate someone so that Danielle may be set free. Many things may happen, and several of them aren’t going to be pleasant. Your sense of ethics and fair play will most likely be violated." She paused, waiting for a reaction.
"I understand, Mistress, and I will obey your commands." His response sent a shiver through her, but she forced her thoughts back to the business at hand.
"No, you don’t understand," the eldest initiate urged. "I am speaking as your friend now, not your mistress. You are barely a novice to my world. I understand how much you want to be a part of your girlfriend’s liberation—and I enjoy having you cuffed and naked at my beck and call. The two would seem to dovetail perfectly. However, after careful reconsideration, I have decided that business and pleasure do not mix, especially in this situation. It was my error." The dominatrix knew she would probably wind up ordering him to sit out the activities, but she was curious to see how far he would go for Danielle.
Andy was silent for a bit, eyes closed, deep in thought. They opened, and he bowed his head. "I committed myself—to serve my mistress until Monday," he deliberately said.
"Very well," Mistress Susan imperiously, calmly, replied. Inwardly, her heart beat rapidly, and she felt the embers of arousal burst into flames. She maintained enough control to remember the reality of the situation, but glanced at her watch: it was only two-thirty. "I would be lying if I said I was not pleased at your response," the dominatrix began, "but this is not a time for novices." That didn’t mean she couldn’t stay in her character of the irresistible bitch goddess for a while. The tall woman quickly left the dungeon, reappearing a half-hour later attired in full dominatrix regalia. She freed Andy, who immediately knelt at her feet. She lightly, lovingly ran a glove along his spine, causing his back to arch, and making him purr. Mistress Susan softly said, "Stay here," before casually walking over to her sofa. Reclining, she commanded, "Look at me, slave." She took a long, extended drag on the holder, imagining the thoughts rushing through his head; it didn’t take long for his arousal to become evident. The dominatrix lost her patience; she returned to the kneeling, but completely attentive Andy. Susan wondered if he had any idea of how easily their roles could be reversed at that moment. His extreme attraction to her bitch goddess persona had the paradoxical effect of making her feel as if she were reacting to him: submissive at the most basic level. It was a short distance from top to bottom for her right now. She took another studied, posed drag as she towered over him. "Undress me with care, my pet," the dominatrix cooed, very quietly.
Andy did as he was told, using his mouth on her exposed skin, a kiss here, a teasing lick there; the occasional nibble. Susan was very wet by the time he set about removing her leather pants; it was all she could do not to aid him. "Lie down," she whispered, and she toyed with his cock, coaxing it to full erection. Susan lit another cigarette, then slid herself onto his cock. He gasped loudly, bucking mightily one time. She let all of her weight force his hips back onto the floor, and waited for him to settle down. "Ssshhhh…" the tall woman grinned. "Look at me," she ordered. "I’m going to fuck you and smoke my long cigarette in my long, sleek, black holder…" He moaned loudly, eyes glued to her face, shock, and surprise overlaying his horniness. Her hips moved, sliding the warm, silky wetness of her insides over his hardness. He gasped and groaned, eyes wide open, glowing with an incredible lust. And focused completely on her. She ignored the thought of the power she held over him at this moment, instead concentrating on making him explode. He didn’t last to the end of the cigarette, coming with a loud, LOUD moan.
The dominatrix waited until Andrew had recovered from the intense orgasm she had given him. She straddled his chest and smoked another cigarette in the manner that he obviously enjoyed—after he had regained his senses. Of course, this allowed her to draw Andy deep into her sexual thrall again; he gazed at her with the same erotomanaiacal intensity as he had an hour earlier. This time, Susan eagerly climbed aboard the rush generated by the sense of her erotic power over him; it was her turn now. She slammed herself onto his face with a loud grunt. "LICK—YOUR—MISTRESS!!!" she snarled, grinding her pussy against his nose and mouth, her words coming with short, explosive breaths. "OH!!! YES!!! UNGH!!! YES!!! LICK-ME!!!" It was only a few seconds before Mistress Susan felt her insides tighten enormously. Her mind went blank just before the orgasm hit her; she felt herself squirt and the world dissolved.
"Mistress… you… squirted," Andy said in a small, awestruck voice. Susan was feeling too good to respond, but she could sense his joy at having pleased her so intensely. She slid off his face, and lay on top of him, gently holding her slave, giving him warm little kisses. It was time for a nap; he had made her explode as violently as she had made him. They were both beyond satisfied. The real world could wait for a little while longer.
Susan finished cuffing Andy to her bed. "I am not going to let you participate tonight," she firmly explained. His face fell, an obvious breach of discipline, but she was so pleased with his performance thus far that she let it pass, choosing to explain instead. "I had originally thought to send you home for the rest of the weekend, darling. But this afternoon’s—festivities—have convinced me that I would like to have you—available," she smiled. "I want you to be comfortable, so I’m going to put you to sleep." The eldest initiate pushed at him with the power, commanding him to sleep very deeply until she awakened him. Susan locked the bedroom door, just to make sure that no one would take advantage of him in his helplessness. The doorbell rang as she finished with him.
It was almost one in the morning as Mistress Susan waited for Robert Wright. Leslie was also waiting for their guest in the dungeon. His surprise was going to be the main weapon she would need to get a hold of him with the power. The eldest initiate had never been able to hold Robert’s aura for more than a few seconds at a time, and that was only when he was very excited. To use the other aspect of the power, as Gina had earlier noted, was impossible. To control him completely, they would have to crush his will and his desires, rendering him a "power puppet." Having somebody as visible as the probable next governor of the state turn into a vegetable six months before the election would not do.
Therefore, Susan had developed this scenario, with Leslie as the linchpin to her trap. Everything hinged on Robert losing control of his aura. The coven member knew that he had been sold on having a very submissive masochist present for him tonight. The idea excited him enough that he was going to leave a big campaign affair early. The possibility of his relationship with Leslie becoming public at such a crucial point in the campaign should cause him to lose his composure for a while. Especially since his ex-wife not only could, but would, verify it if Leslie were the one to make it public. Sara had always kept quiet for the young woman’s sake, not for Robert’s.
The dominatrix hoped that the shock would keep Robert from regaining his aura long enough for her to gain control of it. Then he would be powerless against her supernatural skills. If all went well, nobody on the outside would ever know that Robert Wright had actually purchased Leslie Woodbury to serve as his submissive. His wife, along with everybody else had thought that Leslie was just a nanny for their daughter Robin. When it was time for the Wright family to return to the United States, Robert tried to bring Leslie with them, but Sara had decided to stop working and saw no need for a nanny. The truth about Leslie was revealed by accident during the ensuing argument. That caused Sara, a decent lawyer in her own right, to terminate both Leslie’s and her own relationship with him very quickly.
If that ploy failed, there was always direct blackmail with the hidden video cameras in the dungeon. Although she would be committing the ultimate crime for a Circle member, and would lose not only her place, but all of her friendships there, her loyalty to Gina and the coven took precedence. One way or another, Danielle would be released, and it would be kept very quiet. As the clock continued moving, however, Susan became increasingly anxious. Had Robert changed his mind?
The man who would be governor arrived at one-thirty. Mistress Susan met him at the front door, hoping her nervous state would not be evident. "Sorry," he exhaled quickly, "I had a hell of a time getting away from the press. Couldn’t leave the party until one." He ran upstairs to change after his brief explanation. Ten minutes later, he returned downstairs, dressed in his intimidating leather master outfit. He wore black leather pants with an opening for his cock and balls, and a spiked black leather vest that covered parts of his torso. His face was covered with a leather mask that had openings for his eyes, mouth, and nose. He carried a singletail whip. Susan winced; Robert appeared every bit the evil sadist with no hint of compassion in his eyes. The all-American gubernatorial candidate had been replaced by a man who took great sexual delight in hurting women. "Is she ready for me? I always like fresh meat," he grinned. "If she can handle what I’m gonna do to her, she’s gonna make an excellent sub. Hell, I may keep her myself."
The irony of the statement was not lost on Susan, but she had to stay in character. "I believe that this one will surprise you," she said with a disinterest she did not feel. "Her performance tonight will determine whether she is fit for initiation. I am here merely as a—judge." Her stomach turned as she watched his erection develop. Power and sex could be a dangerous, volatile mixture. If the reaction turned violent and she couldn’t control it, Leslie would get hurt. The taser, which she had carefully placed near the door, would end the physical threat, but would probably force Susan to eliminate Robert. Permanently. They went downstairs, Robert in the lead. Susan wanted to block his exit, because she was positive he wouldn’t be happy.
Robert Wright stopped short as he walked into the dungeon. "You!!!" he said in shock. "What are you doing here? I thought you’d changed."
"I have," Leslie answered. " I want to talk to you. As equals."
"Susan, what is this shit?" he angrily asked, wheeling to face her. Susan found a few loose tendrils of his aura and grabbed them; he was surprised and pissed off. His control had slipped a notch. "I—"
"Shut up, Robert," Leslie snapped. More tendrils came loose. "You have no idea of the personal, emotional pain I’ve gone through. Especially because of that damned tattoo you insisted on having put on me. ‘Property of Robert Wright, Esquire.’ Exactly where any intimate would immediately see it."
"No slut of mine ever talks to me that way! I owned you, you bitch. I still do, fuck whatever that bitch Sara said!! Take those damn clothes off!!" Metaphysically, Robert was unraveling faster than Susan could gather. He was pissed enough to have forgotten her presence. "I’m gonna remind you just who you—"
"I know who I am, thank you. And if you think that I’m going to let you singletail me without hurting you very badly in return, you had better think again," Leslie’s calm, measured tone of voice interrupted. She meant every word.
The leather master sputtered, so furious that he couldn’t get an intelligible word out. He finally snapped off his mask and screamed, "On your knees, bitch!!! I am your lord and master and rightful owner!!!" Leslie just stood there, nonplussed by the display of rage, maintaining an air of serenity about her. Susan was impressed.
"You no longer own me, and you cannot scare me—Bob," Leslie evenly said.
Surprise hadn’t been the key—anger was. Robert snapped, and Susan had him firmly in her metaphysical clutches. He took a quick step towards Leslie, raising his arm. "This fuckin’ whip is gonna remind—" His sentence died with a loud peep as Susan claimed him with the power. Simultaneously, Leslie met him with a very well-placed kick. He crumpled like a paper house, grabbing his badly bruised balls. The eldest initiate immediately released him from thrall. It was obvious that Leslie could take care of herself.
Leslie looked at Susan. "And I thought that the self-discipline was why I studied karate." Looking down at her cringing, crying former owner, she said, "The next one will rupture one or both of them. Try explaining that to the press, Mister Candidate. I wouldn’t move if I were you."
"I’d listen to her, Robert," Susan said, trying not to sound too gleeful. She let him whimper.
"How can you even think to govern hundreds of thousands of people when you had the audacity to purchase an eighteen-year old girl for the sole purpose of satisfying your needs? The word consensual didn’t even enter into it!!! I went from being a British school girl with her own dreams to a slave for a sadist with nothing but nightmares! To actually own another being as if she were a piece of property—" Leslie’s anger was coming out. She was looking at his nuts again—with a targeting eye. "I can only imagine what you would have done without the constant pressure to keep it all hidden from Sara," she said as she circled him.
His aura shifted in Susan’s grasp, but not enough for her to lose control of it. Robert was trying to stir without attracting attention—the pain must have faded and he was preparing a counter-attack. Susan quietly said, "Your balls hurt a lot, now, don’t they," while manipulating his aura; he immediately curled into the fetal position with a silent howl. Leslie was too lost in thought to notice anything unusual about the timing. After all, she had given him a really good kick.
Leslie continued, "You’ve got a very high public profile, and the rest of your life and your dreams are at stake. Your former piece of property could really send it all to bollocks. I can imagine the public outcry were it to become public that you had willingly, eagerly, engaged in white slavery. Can you see it, too?" Robert’s expression changed from pain to panic in an instant. He looked at Susan with an unspoken plea. She returned the look with one of obvious apathy. Leslie spoke again, thinking aloud. "Let’s see, how many witnesses other than myself are there? There’s Sara, and, of course, the tattoo artist. Both of them can attest to the origin of the proof of ownership."
Robert wondered what in the hell had possessed him to leave such an obvious giveaway. His vain pride over being rich enough to own Leslie was coming back to haunt him. The elegantly calligraphed inscription next to her bush was a mistake of a younger, foolish man lacking foresight. "You’ll never get away with it. I’ll deny everything, it’s just Sara being vindictive," he croaked, trying to sound assured and defiant. Leslie whirled and gave him another leisurely kick, this time squarely on the knee. He covered his kneecap with both hands, leaving his angrily throbbing nuts to fend for themselves.
"I’m going to hurt you where it won’t show. You taught me all about that, remember?" She stopped pacing. "I don’t want much. Just something you have direct control over."
"I’ll never give you a single penny! I’ll have you arrest—" She nailed him in the back of the thigh, giving him a charley horse.
"I wasn’t finished, Bob. I want Danielle Gray released. Susan tells me that you have the authority to do that. Otherwise, I go public. You may be able to obfuscate the trail, even cover it. The public may even believe that this is one of Sara’s plots, the vengeful ex-spouse and all that. However, it will cost you precious time and resources at a critical point in the campaign. I have only the British scandal sheets to worry about; and they will pay me quite handsomely, even if they drag my name through the mud."
"See—you’ve got as much to lose as I do," he croaked, desperation in his voice, sweat pouring out of his forehead, complete fear on his face. Leslie had physically hurt him, and now he was in very unfamiliar territory. The leather master was weak, and at the mercy of another. He was more scared now than he had ever been in his life.
"Robert," Leslie gently, but triumphantly said, "they can’t do any worse to me than you already have. You dehumanized me and reduced me to chattel. I survived it once. I’m not afraid of it happening again because I have suffered through it. I’ve already been in the position of having lost everything I dreamed of."
Robert gaped in horror. He realized that she was deadly serious. And one hundred percent right. He could probably survive the scandal, even get elected on this turn, but if the alternate possibility even existed, he would not be able to keep going. He caught the scent of the leather glove he was wearing, and was transported back in time. The scent of leather… the leather of the governor’s chair—the scent of power. He had never forgotten that visit at age eight. It had left an indelible mark—Robert Wright had always loved the smell of leather—and his favorite leather was in the state capitol. And he was getting closer to that very special, unique scent… He snapped out of his unbidden daydream to find Leslie and Susan looking at him, waiting for some sort of declaration. "All right. You win. What’s the person’s name again?" he sighed in resignation.
Danielle Gray waited outside the county jail, waiting patiently for her ride. It was her first taste of freedom in two weeks, so she just enjoyed the sensation of being able to stand outside by herself. A VW Rabbit pulled up to the curb, and Susan Newton got out. Dani rushed to hug the eldest initiate.
"Danielle, it is wonderful to see you again," Susan said as they exchanged hugs. "Before you ask, your boyfriend is at home. He wanted to be here, but Gina wants you to come back to the castle first for a private meeting."
"Well, let’s get out of here," Dani said. "I’m tired of being around this building."
"I am happy to see that you seem to have survived this unpleasant experience, Miss Gray," the coven leader said from behind her favorite desk. "I will spare you the lecture about imperiling the existence of the coven through thoughtless actions. You have matured a great deal since then."
Dani nodded sadly. "You don’t know how bad I feel about this whole thing. I can’t believe that I really killed those two men. I still don’t remember doing it." She sighed. "I don’t know how you got me out of jail, but if I’m really guilty—"
Gina interrupted. "Danielle. Please don’t follow that thought. You, per se, were not at fault. Your irresponsible use of the power may have led to the situation, but there was nothing you could have done to stop it. That is why you don’t remember anything of that night. The magic which connects you so intimately to the metaphysical plane had to be fed. It acted to protect itself; remember that ultimately, you are only the vessel through which it operates on the physical plane." Gina looked out the library window for a few silent seconds. "An innocent life lost is always something to mourn, Miss Gray. I have killed too many innocents over the past seven hundred years. All I can do is rededicate myself to preventing it from happening again. My advice is that you do the same."
Dani sighed again, full of melancholy. "Still, your ladyship, I don’t know that getting me out of jail was the right thing to do."
"The Coven will always survive, in one form or another. I am, however, extremely fond of the current version. I acted to protect my interests and investments in personal growth. To tell you the truth, justice of another sort was served by your release. Mr. Wright is not the wonderful, All-American man he and his campaign handlers would like you to—"
"I know. I recognized him at Susan’s party. Still, just because he likes violent sex—"
"That’s not the issue. His belief in women as chattel, to be bought, sold, or abused at a man’s whim is at the heart of the matter. However, due to a very brave woman, I don’t believe that it will continue to be an issue. His beliefs may not change overnight, but with the power she holds over his political aspirations, he won’t be anywhere near as bold."
"Bob Wright basically guessed that you were the guilty one, based on eyewitness recollections of you as the last person with whom the deceased were seen. He didn’t quite know how you did it, nor why the bodies were completely missing, but it would have been great law-and-order publicity. His case may have been based on circumstantial evidence, but he was going to use the weight of his position to influence the legal process. It would have made for spectacular theater, and fantastic political exposure. He didn’t care if you were guilty or not. He only wanted to try you in the public eye. If he ruined your life, or anyone else’s, it was unimportant."
"My fear was that he would expose the coven while he pursued his private quest for more publicity. That is the paramount reason why the sisterhood intervened in your case. I doubt that he could have gained a conviction, but the risk of damage from the trial was too great."
Dani sighed yet again. "Maybe you’re right, Gina."
"Yes, I am right, Danielle. Now, go to your lover. Let him comfort you. Realize the best reasons for being free and having your reputation unsullied. He will reconfirm your faith in many things, not the least of which is your self-esteem." The coven leader smiled at the initiate. "He missed you a great deal. I will have a car brought round to take you to him."
The ride home took forever. Danielle thought about Andy, afraid that he would not forgive her for what she did. And she shuddered at the possibility that he could be in the way of another feeding frenzy. When she got home, she tentatively called for him. His aura slammed into her with full force, filling her with his presence and love for her. When he appeared from the basement, she looked at him with amazement. Still madly in love with her. No matter what.
They hugged and kissed, deeply. Danielle felt her insides quiver very strongly, as they had the night she’d discovered Andy’s aura. All thoughts vanished except one. "All I want to know is if you want to play with me now." She walked away, lit a cigarette, and carefully exhaled so that he’d watch. She felt the change in his aura. Danielle threw her boyfriend a smoldering look.
The way she was looking at him… Andy felt his pants get tight, very quickly. "You bet." His girlfriend returned to him. She slammed her mouth onto his, flicking her tongue madly in his mouth; it seemed that she was trying to merge her lips with his. Her eyes were glowing when she pulled away; she looked at him for a few silent seconds, then lazily turned and headed down the hall. He followed within ten seconds.
"Ohhh… goddd… I’m sooo wet… I missed you… I want you so much… I wanna feel you inside of me… you feel so good," Dani panted as Andy undressed in a big hurry. He climbed on top of her and gave her a deep, hard kiss. She responded with frenzied lust, grabbing his head with strength she didn’t know she possessed. He slid into her without foreplay, without hesitation, yet without hurry. She sighed happily. "Ohhh you feel so good inside of me," Danielle whimpered. He thrust slowly at her and the rest of the world receded from her senses. "Ohhh… Ohhh… My love…" Her first orgasm didn’t take long to arrive. She felt herself squeeze his cock; he stopped pumping as her back arched.
Andy pulled his cock out of her, then pushed it back in when her clutching pussy relaxed enough. His thrusts were gentle, traveling smoothly through her inner depths. A thrill would pass through his body each time the ridge of his cock would slip against her soft opening. He moved, and thrust violently at her one time making Dani’s eyes pop wide open. She moaned, a sweet, throaty, passionate sound sent from her very soul. Andy started grinding circularly; her breathing became faster and higher-pitched. She gurgled, unable to speak as her back arched and she came a second time.
Dani looked at her boyfriend with complete attention and desire, trying to drive her hunger and passion into his mind. Andy was her entire world now; she was surrounded by and filled with him. She pumped her hips at him, increasing the dizzying sensations that possessed her body, feeling his reciprocal love and hunger—the light show started in her head and a very loud noise came from her mouth; she came again.
Andy felt huge inside Danielle. The sensations of her body sliding against his, the warm slickness of her sex were unlike anything he had ever felt. She wrapped her legs around his back and he pulled almost all the way out only to slam his way back in. Their hips collided with force, filling the room with smacking sounds. Her eyes would pop wide open with each hard thrust, clouding and becoming half-lidded when he rolled and pumped at her. He was still very hard—and an amazingly long way from his own orgasm. Andy began to kiss her, playing his tongue around her cheeks, chin and throat. "OHH-OHHHHHH!!!" The cry was torn from her as her body convulsed, her insides squeezing and pulling at him.
Dani was barely aware of anything but her body and Andy’s presence now. She had had great sex before, but this was far beyond simple sex, or even deep lovemaking. She felt Andy. Everything about him. His body as it moved, the gasps he breathed in; the increasing force of his heartbeat. "OHHH!!!" she yelped as he pounded hard at her; it was a different sensation than the slow, sliding thrusts, but just as pleasurable. Words fled Dani’s mouth in a stream of monosyllables. "Huh-oh-yes-yes-oh-god-oh-oh-oh-fuck-yes-nnf-nnf-fuck-me-so-good-unnhh-god-shit-ohhh…" Danielle’s voice rose with her hips, and she screeched, "I’m cummm-innnnngggg!!!" She felt the world shrink to the size of a pin as her seemingly superhuman lover began to thrust at a different angle. The world exploded in a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors that blinded her every sense but the lights were moving faster now and she was in a tunnel and she couldn’t stop and she was being sucked down into a deep, dark well, faster and faster and the lights were changing becoming different and they were fading and she was going faster and it got darker and…
Andy watched Dani’s head go slack and her eyes close. He pulled himself out of her, still erect, and climbed out of bed to put a cover on her sweaty, tensionless body. Andy slipped under the covers to cuddle against her, then gave her a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly, a gigantic jolt of electricity went through his soul. He shivered, and felt Dani’s… soul. The sense of it made him shiver; he was a part of her, and she a part of him. The feeling was very intense, but it grew even stronger—to the point of pain—when he would touch her. He quickly crawled out of bed and left the room. Her presence followed him. No matter where he went in the house, he couldn’t stop shivering. He stayed away from her body, trying to catch his breath for a half-hour. The violent agitation eventually faded to a feeling of calm inner peace, so he finally returned to the bedroom and got back under the covers. He tentatively reached out to touch his girlfriend, remembering how mind-frying it had been a while earlier; his soul sang gloriously at the contact. So this is what it’s like to be soulmates.
Danielle turned over and looked her boyfriend in the eyes. She had no idea of how many orgasms she had had, nor how much time had elapsed. There was only one thing on her mind. "Andrew Davidson, will you marry me?" There was silence as the incredulous, happy smile spread across her partner’s face.
"Yes, Danielle Gray. I want to be your husband."
Dani wiggled closer to him, they hugged, and she gave him a deep, wet kiss. Her bright smile faded as her body sent her brain a very familiar, urgent message. She watched his cock stiffen again, touched by nothing more than a shared thought. Danielle rolled onto her back, inviting her love to join with her. Andy moved astride her and she felt him slip into her very hot, very wet center. A wonderful, high-speed sizzle, shot through her as her received him, the herald of another orgasm’s approach. So quickly the wave came, overwhelming her thoughts. Their bodies told them that they were nowhere near finished for tonight.