Danielle phoned him Friday afternoon. "There’s a coven meeting tonight, and Gina wants me to bring you along. Maybe this is the end of our relationship, Andy. I’ll miss you," she said with an acrid sweetness over the phone. So something was finally going to happen. Andy began to hope that Gina would reconsider her solution to Danielle’s irresponsibility. So far, it seemed to him that he had done all the suffering, while Danielle got to do what she normally did. She even got some extra kicks from torturing and teasing a slave. He was supposed to have been a millstone around her neck; she had treated him like a pebble. She came to his office after she had finished for the day. "We’ll go right from here. At least you won’t have to cook tonight," she smiled. He certainly had no regrets about the pending end of his punishment.
They arrived at the castle right behind Lia. The slender blonde woman fixed Andy with steely blue eyes. Danielle had left something in the car and had gone back to get it, leaving him temporarily alone. And within ten feet of Lia. She sneered, then commanded him to kneel in front of her. "Crawl behind me and keep your head down. Otherwise you’ll look up my dress like the slime you are," she snarled. Her contempt had a physical sting to it. "You will address me as Mistress Lia. Now crawl."
"Yes… Mis-tress… Li… aaaa," Andy said as his knees slackened and scraped on the pavement of the driveway. His brain emptied rapidly. "I… obey," were the last words he uttered. The not-very smooth surface ate at the fabric of his dress pants as his knees slid along, but he didn’t notice. There was no thought going on in his mind. He had no sensation of watching himself, no perception of anything. Lia’s use of the power had turned Andy into an animate extension of her will.
Danielle shouted, "Andy, stop." His hands and knees continued their steady motion. A buzzing noise like a small travel alarm clock began to fill the void in his head. He blinked slowly, then stopped crawling. "I will remind you, Lia, that this is my houseboy, and that I am the only one who may command him," Danielle said without a trace of pleasantness.
"Crawl for me, slug," Lia said lightly. The buzzing softened. Andy’s hands and legs twitched.
"Stand up, Andy."
"No! You must obey your Mistress Lia. You will crawl to the castle! I —" Whatever she was saying was drowned out by a loud buzz that sounded strangely like, "Stand up for me, Andy." His legs suddenly regained strength and he pushed his way back to his feet. "You will kneel before me, you bastard." Lia’s stern, cold, hard voice seemed to push against his body and his knees buckled, fighting the ever-increasing weight on his shoulders.
"Ignore her, Andy. Obey your true mistress," Danielle quietly said, in the voice that had commanded Chris and Brendan to please her. The weight vanished. Lia sniffed and spun away, briskly walking to the castle without looking back. Andy shivered when he realized that Lia had truly possessed him, inhabiting his body while he, for all practical purposes, had ceased to exist. "Is that better?" Danielle asked while Andy tried to shake the soreness and cramps out of his legs. If he hadn’t known better, he would have thought that she was—concerned. He nodded, thankful that the tug-of-war with him as the rope was over. She grinned. "Besides, nobody’s going to abuse my little piggie ’cept me." They continued to the front door together, and Steven admitted them to the castle. Lia, who hadn’t been too far ahead of them, seemed to have disappeared, which didn’t bother Andy one bit.
Gina came down the steps attired very fashionably in a black dress with large white polka dots on it. "Good evening, you two. Have you learned anything yet?" They both said yes. Danielle shot him a warning glance. Well, things seem to have worked out the way I feared they might, Gina thought as she noted the nonverbal communication. She smiled warmly as an attendant brought her a glass of wine. "James," she addressed the man, "Please escort Mr. Davidson to the library. I need to speak with Danielle before the meeting." Gina picked up one of the tethers she had attached to Andy’s brain and gave it a little tug, just to let him know that he was not in any trouble with her.
He gasped as a fleeting thrill shot through his senses. Danielle looked at him strangely, missing the twinkle in Gina’s eyes as she regarded Andy with her enigmatic half-smile. He cooled his heels in the library for about an hour, then called for something to drink. Steven brought him the drink and a tray with more of the seafood pasta Andy had enjoyed his first night of captivity.
"Mistress Gina asks that you wait for her. She will be delayed, so you should eat," he said, letting annoyance seep through his professionally toned speech. Then he shook his head. "How’dja do it? Why does she treat you so well? I’ve been here almost three years, and the bitch won’t give me the time of day." Steve looked at the guy. He must have a real big dick, ’cause—no way… Steve resumed, "Man, I’d give anything to be Danielle’s. Next to Angie, she’s the hottest babe here." He waited for some juicy details—vicarious thrills were the only kind he got these days.
Andy wanted to tell Steven that being Danielle’s slave wasn’t the great thing he thought it was, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Steven finally gave up trying to engage him in conversation and left. It was after midnight before the door opened again. He had started a second book from the massive collection of British literature in the library when Gina walked in, alone.
"Hello, Andrew. Danielle has left, because you will be spending the weekend at the castle." He looked at her inquisitively, and Gina read the slightly exasperated thought with ease. "Yes, she’s going to look for Brendan tonight. That’s all right. I would like to speak with you about your experiences." She sat on the edge of the desk. "Do you feel, deep down, that you have been adequately punished for your transgression?" Gina forced herself not to recoil from the mentally shouted affirmative. She moved to the chair next to him and asked him to tell her about it. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Andrew tried two more times to explain the hell he had been through in the past three weeks. Both times he got to the word "Danielle" and stopped. "Did Danielle forbid you to talk about it?" she queried. He couldn’t even say yes or no to that, which answered the question quite well. Danielle’s power must still be growing… The coven leader decided to take the direct route and probe him, but found a very dense, and very thorough mental block in his memories. She didn’t have to guess what that block sealed off, or who had put it there. She frowned. "Did you know that Danielle has locked away all references to your three weeks with her? I can’t punch through the wall she’s built without hurting you badly," she explained to him. "She’s much more powerful than I thought," she remarked aloud to herself after a brief contemplation. At that, his fear began to rise exponentially to the point where it began to invade her thoughts, and Gina realized that she had to do something about his current state. She leaned over and pressed the intercom. "James, is Angie still here? No? That’s unfortunate. Please deliver a message to her that I wish to speak with her tomorrow at her earliest convenience. Thank you." I’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to break down the wall… Andrew’s fear had started to blossom into panic, again infringing upon her senses. I guess I’d better calm him down before he has a heart attack… She turned on the intercom again. "James, who is here? I see. Send her to my room." She shut the machine off, her eyes coming to rest on the pictures above the fireplace. "Please come with me, Andrew." She led him to the master bedroom without coercion and gestured dramatically. "Voila, as they say."
Andy looked around the well-arranged room. "You certainly like fine woods," he said, noting the general theme of the furniture in the room, trying not to show any worry or fear. The dominant object in the room was an enormous white-canopied bed. That must have been fun to move up here… He still couldn’t keep from wondering who was on their way and why, no matter how hard he tried.
"Now, it is time for your first lesson. Don’t be nervous," Gina said with a smile. "Just relax." Her words had no effect, so she began to stimulate Andrew’s mind directly. This time, she specifically targeted his libido. "Relax…" His cock pushed at his trousers. "Let me—excite you." She noted how quickly he became completely erect. Whatever had happened between them, Danielle must have frustrated the poor dear terribly. "First, we have to get this out of the way," she said as she pulled off his shirt. He offered no resistance. Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" she called.
The response came in a throaty contralto. "Andrea, your ladyship."
"Come in, we’re expecting you," Gina responded. Andrea walked in. She was definitely not what Andy had expected. Her flaming red hair and sparkling green eyes, a lethal combination in his book, were only the second thing he noticed about her. The first was that she was… very large. Maybe an inch or two shorter than he, but she was much heavier than he. His penis quickly deflated. "I’m glad you hadn’t left the castle yet. Andrew needs some old-fashioned care," Gina said.
"Her??? Gina’s going to make me do it with her???" was Andy’s panicked thought. Gina paused to give him an annoyed look while pulling his pants off. "All the members of the coven are not svelte models. We come in all shapes and sizes, as do most women," she lectured. He silently reprimanded himself for letting the thought escape. He had allowed himself to temporarily forget that she could read minds.
Andrea looked at the bewildered, half-naked man sitting on the bed with Gina. She was glad that Dani had cast for clemency, because he was cute, in a funky kind of way. Also, she was horny and she had seen the lump in his pants when she walked in the room. There was something about the initiation ceremony that always seemed to make her feel like fucking. "It’s my weight, right?" she asked in her best sexy low voice. "Well, I’m going to make you forget about that." He was staring at her with disbelief on his face. She concentrated, bombarding his mind with her lust. She whispered, "I’m going to make you feel better. Just relax… I’m going to make it grow soon. You’re so-o-o-o horny…" She dropped her voice, making him work to hear her deep, mellifluous voice, the one she had used when she was a phone sex operator. His cock began to lengthen again, and she kept transmitting her desire directly into his subconscious. "I know my voice is so-o-o-o soft, and sexy… And you’re so horny… I can tell… And I’m ready for you… Come to me now… Oh, I’m sooo hot for you… And you’re so ready… I can’t wait… I need you…" Andrea raised the pitch of her voice and the sped up the cadence of her words as she had learned to do over the phone.
Andy had been tortured by Danielle’s teasing, and Andrea had unfastened the restraints on his id with her voice. After about a minute, all he saw was a beautiful, sexy woman who radiated desire and embodied the fulfillment of his needs. "Come here and kiss me," the red-haired, green-eyed enchantress requested. His tongue eagerly plunged into her willing and warm mouth. She touched his erection, and he growled as the shock wave that the action had started hit his brain. He eagerly began to remove her green jumpsuit. Andy wanted this woman. Badly.
Andrea could now feel Andy’s reciprocal lust and desire, which was now beginning to reinforce her own. The power had eliminated the issue of her size, as it usually did with a man she wanted. He leaned forward to kiss her again. "Fuck me," she stated. The words were delivered with certainty. She realized that she wouldn’t need to say much for a while, and just reclined on the bed, waiting for him. She didn’t have to wait long at all as he climbed on top of her and slid in with ease. She was very wet. Her contralto involuntarily went up three octaves, and a long moan passed her lips. His hips raised, preparing for the next mad thrust…
"Stop," Gina commanded quietly. Andy froze, despite the radiation of Andrea’s heat around the head of his cock. "Andrew, I will tell you when you are to come. You will only feel a slight change." He started to get real frustrated, especially when Andrea’s slick opening vibrated a little and he sensed it with the tip of his cock. "Fuck her now, Andrew," Gina whispered. She didn’t need to use any power, that was for sure. His hips lowered slowly—he almost passed out from the intense sensation of Andrea’s warm, wet insides closing around his cock. She wiggled underneath him. He drew a loud, hissing breath as he pulled all the way out, slowly, trying not to come too quickly.
"Fu-u-u-uck meeeee," Andrea purred in her sexy contralto. Andy’s control went away, his hips dropping and ramming into her. He penetrated her repeatedly… She grabbed frantically for his erect cock because he had slid out of her. She stroked him for a couple of seconds electrifying his spine and Andy knew he couldn’t last and… nothing happened. His nuts didn’t feel full. Just like before in the library, Gina had removed the link in his body between stimulation and orgasm. Andrea put him at her portal, giving a little grunt as she thrust her wide hips forward. Her pussy sucked at his cock, pulling him in. He pushed harder and they began fucking in earnest. Side to side, up and down, a grinding circular roll that moved his cock around her pussy. It clung to his member like warm, thin, soaking wet gauze. Andrea started to gasp and pant. Her rotund body shook with pleasure and she came, breathing in quiet, shallow, rapid sobs, hips jerking involuntarily. His body tingled and burned with the sense of rising excitement, but he felt a long way away from the peak. It suddenly hit him that this experience was going to last. He shuddered in ripples buried inside his lover’s churning, gripping, pulling, slippery womanhood. And nothing twitched. NOTHING. He was gasping for air on top of this sweating, fleshy witch, still absolutely rigid, still incredibly turned on.
"Kissme!" Andrea breathed, and they began to grind at each other, bodies still linked while their tongues explored. Soon, Andy was eagerly slipping around on top and inside of her; slow then fast then grind… Her tongue flailed away in his mouth and around his face and neck. Her hips shook like jello, but she drove herself at him, matching his every movement. She began to shudder, then quake. Her eyes popped wide open and her mouth formed into a little "O" as her cunt pulsed rapidly, randomly at his cock. Her internal contractions continued for a few seconds. His body, freed from its usual mandatory response, was able to register her tiniest tic, driving him to a realm of sexual bliss undreamed of and he couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t think and the wave kept building and everything was so bright he…
"Noooo," Andrea whined as Andy began to pull his still-hard cock out of her. She was just beginning to descend from her peak, and wanted his body, his presence close. She grabbed him and hugged him possessively. He kissed her, wet, deep, and caring. They undulated together, still engaged, kissing, the sweat from their bodies slurping as they wallowed in each other. His cock was still rigid when she finally let him go. She rolled away slowly, washed in afterglow. Yes, she had reached him, and it had been wonderful. She smiled at him with the special smile a woman has after she has made love, and shared the experience with someone special.
"You see, Andrew? Not all women have to be slender and lithe to make magic." Gina had watched the whole encounter, seemingly unaffected by the sudden explosion of raw passion between Andrea and Andy. Andrea dressed leisurely, a soft smile on her face while he tried to figure out exactly what had just happened. She turned and smiled at him with a gleam in her green eyes that communicated the mixture of lust, desire, fulfilled needs, and intimacy she felt. It resonated in him, stirring a very similar mixture of his emotions.
"We will do this again, Andy." Andrea’s contralto had returned, breaking his fascinated, self-absorbed reverie. She gave him one last special smile before turning to Gina. "Your ladyship," she said formally, then left the room. He watched her leave the room with more than a hint of regret, and quite a bit of shame at his early thoughts about her physical appearance. Questions swirled in his mind.
"No, she didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to. That was you, responding to her sensual presence. Once your eyes stopped telling you that she was unattractive, the rest of your senses were free to pick up her broadcast," Gina explained. "Yes, she’s very fat, according to modern ideals of beauty, and she was lonely before joining us. Her only sex was with selfish men. Now she has the power to make a man ignore her obesity, and sense the more—important things about her. That is why you couldn’t resist her. It was a wonderful experience, wasn’t it?" Andy nodded wholeheartedly. She smiled, pleased that he was able to admit it.
Andy thought about the sudden, enormous amount of desire he had for Andrea, and how the fulfillment of that desire was beyond all expectations. He moaned as he had a sensory flashback, and his cock twitched, still hard. His eyes landed hungrily on Gina. He wanted to fuck some more.
Gina didn’t need to read his mind. She just reached into his head and pulled the plug on his sex drive, knowing that the built-up energy would feed back and prime him. The rising urge that accompanied the realization put a sharp, delicious edge on her anticipation. "No, Andrew," she said firmly. "Come down… All that precious energy… So bottled up… So difficult to keep it penned in… Building up… raw power… trapped…"
A tickling sensation filled his head. As Gina spoke, Andy’s body began to vibrate rapidly with minute oscillations. A strange pressure seemed to fill him; it wasn’t painful, just a pressured sensation everywhere. It continued to build, making him feel as if he was going to explode. The world started to dance around him. He quickly collapsed on the bed, sweating. He heard Gina growl seductively, "I’m so hungry now, Andrew," and felt the bed move. The world stopped spinning long enough for him to see her climb on top of him. She was fully dressed, her hands were on either side of his head, and her legs straddled his hips. The fabric of her dress brushed his flaccid penis. "Give me what I want," she whispered.
Andy opened his mouth with effort, the pressure threatening to overwhelm him. Gina leaned closer to his face. Suddenly, a bright blue light temporarily blinded him. At first, he thought it was coming from her open mouth. As the pressure in his body eased, he began to realize that the light was coming from him. Gina was stealing—something! He immediately panicked, horrified by the spectacle of the light that danced between their open mouths. He forced himself to shut his mouth after a few more seconds. The light stopped. "Ohhh, nooo, Andrew, don’t do that," she sang, softly, entreatingly. "I’m so very hungry for you. Please let me have your light." His mouth opened slowly, of its own accord, and the blue light that sparkled with iridescent dark flecks resumed. So blue… dancing, almost a tangible thing. She straddled him, stealing his… light… blue… so blue… gray… blue… black…
He woke up with a start. So this is the afterlife. Andy looked around, then instinctively shook his head to clear the cobwebs; there weren’t any. He looked at the flowing white all around him. A great wave of relief washed through him when he figured out his surroundings. He was alone under the covers of Gina’s spacious canopied bed. Somebody had very carefully tucked him in, too. He stretched, elated by the knowledge that he was still alive. There were clean clothes laid out for him on the dressing chair. He got up to go to the bathroom. It took him three tries to find it; he tried the doors for two walk-in closets full of women’s clothes first. He hesitated, then looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t feel or look any different, but something had happened last night. He realized that Gina had stolen something important, but he didn’t know exactly what. Terror swallowed him whole when he remembered something that she had said that afternoon in the library, and suddenly it all became clear. That was what happened to Jack the Ripper. She had sucked the life right out of him. And tried to do the same to Andy.
Anger rose slowly, then suddenly flared red-hot. He had been—violated, in the most personal sense. She had taken some of his (meta?) physical being. She had seduced him into surrendering it. While Danielle had abused and humiliated him, at least he was still alive, and it would eventually end. Andy would not let anyone steal his life a piece at a time. If Gina was going to kill him, he was going to force her to do it all at once. There was no way he was going to let himself be a leisurely meal for a succubus. He hoped she’d choke on it. The anger gave him purpose, burning white-hot and molten at his core, fueling every action he made. He hoped that it would be enough to help him survive the inevitable mental attack.
A blonde girl met Andy as he was descending the steps. "Her ladyship is in the library," she replied to his terse question. If the young woman had detected any of the viciousness in his thoughts, she didn’t do anything about it, and continued up the staircase. He forced his anger back down, holding it tenuously in check. He was in the lair of the enemy. He lost his cool, calculated composure halfway down the hall of the second floor when he saw the blonde girl approach from the opposite direction. Andy silently blasted himself for failing to count on the possibility of a second passage. Now Gina had been warned, and was waiting for him. The girl smiled at him initially, her expression turning to puzzlement as he watched her walk by. He forced himself to smile back, which seemed to ease the question in her mind, and after a brief smile, she continued towards the stairwell. He didn’t move until he heard her footsteps echo in the Grand Hall. He gathered strength from his barely concealed anger until he felt reasonably secure in its fire, then resumed his mission: a confrontation with the thing that was killing him. The doors to the library were shut; he pulled at one of them with fury-enhanced strength. The heavy wooden door flew open smoothly, quietly on its well-oiled hinges and he stalked in.
"You’re angry with me, Andrew," Gina’s voice said calmly from the chair behind the desk. She swung around to face him with a relaxed air about her. He surrounded himself protectively with his anger. "Please sit down, and I will explain it all." Andy ignored her offer. The venom pouring from his rage-filled core at the sight of her had strengthened his resolve. Suddenly, a cascade of physical relief passed through him. The bitch just shot me with the vestiges of an orgasm, he realized. His stride faltered as his knees buckled, but the anger blazed on, and he continued his malicious approach. The sensation intensified with each step, slowing him further. "Andrew," she said with a small sigh, "Do sit down or else you’ll fall." The words were as tangible and as gentle as a lover’s caress.
"Yes, Mistress Gina," Andy replied, sighing, obeying her as if drugged. He sank into one of the plush chairs in front of the desk. His body jerked at the hips and he basked in the warm, soothing glow. So warm, so intense, so good. It smothered his anger, leaving him completely at her mercy. It had been so easy for her to rob him of his motivation and will. Even that knowledge failed to re-ignite the cold, insignificant pebble in the pit of his soul. He just felt too good.
Andy was looking at Gina with wonder and devotion on his face. "That’s much better," she said, re-settling herself in her chair. She stopped the stimulation of his brain. While he sat, still slightly addled, Gina let the anger she had absorbed from him flow out of her. Such passion… He blinked as the intense physical pleasure faded from his senses. "Now, are you willing to listen, or do I have to zap you again? I’d like you to join me for lunch, but if I have to do that again, you’ll be useless for a few more hours," she cautioned. She had directly stimulated his pleasure centers more strongly than she would have preferred, but he’d been too angry for gentler persuasion. Andy nodded slowly, still slightly addled. Gina inhaled loudly and began to explain, making sure that she kept from answering his questions before he asked them. She needed the appearance of being normal right now. "First, I didn’t steal anything. I merely took some—excess." She pouted. "I even let you see what it looked like. I thought you might like to see how beautiful it is." She sighed ruefully. "I suppose I was wrong."
"I know that you kill by taking people’s—life force," Andy began. "So how can you take excess?? That’s what keeps people ALIVE!!! All I know is that I have less of it now than last night before you ate." His voice had gotten a little louder.
"You are assuming that life force is not a renewable resource," Gina replied calmly. She smiled, because his hysteria had been almost instantly replaced by confusion as soon as she said it. He doesn’t know how it works, and that bothers him. He’s so curious…
Andy was quiet for a few seconds while he thought about what Gina had just said. Then he ran through everything else he had managed to figure out about the coven. Something didn’t add up. He hesitated before asking the next logical question. "But if that’s true, then why do people die?" Not everything that Gina had just said made any sense, unless that meant that everybody was capable of prolonging their own life.
"You have much to learn," Gina smiled again. She stood and held out her hand. "And much to share in teaching. Shall we retire to the sun room for lunch?" Andy took her hand, wondering exactly where she was leading him. His fear and anger had been subdued, not by Gina, but by the curiosity that had marked his youth. None of the caution acquired by experience raised an objection, either. They passed the blonde girl again, this time on the first floor. He looked at her carefully, tactlessly, with his mouth hanging slightly open. Gina tugged at his arm, and he met her eyes with guilt all over his face. Third degree harassment, he thought. "I see you’ve met Tricia and Heather. The twins," she said, a smile crossing her face. "Even I have trouble telling them apart."
They went to the bedroom instead of the library after lunch. "Don’t be so scared," she admonished. "You are positively reeking of defensiveness. No woman in her right mind would care to meet you right now." Gina patted his leg as they sat on the bed. Andy forced himself not to flinch.
"So many questions, such a need to know. I feel that you missed something last night, so I’ve decided to try again." Gina looked at him; not quite willing to let go of what he knew, in spite of all that he had seen. But he was very curious. Perhaps that would overcome his stubbornness. She quickly scanned his surface thoughts. Andrew was wondering if she was going to steal more of his life. Before she could answer to reassure him, Andrea walked into the bedroom without announcing herself. His reaction was immediate and unanticipated. "Embarrassment, Andrew? Why?" Gina asked, somewhat peeved. "The two of you shared something magical. Yet you are afraid to admit that, even to yourself. You’re desperately trying to keep your attraction for her locked up, out of reach." She felt compelled to explain to him how his mind was working before she—handled it.
Andrea was just sitting on a corner of the bed, her green eyes aglow. Unnerved, Andy moved away from both women, disguising the movement as a lazy roll and masking his thoughts. Her eyes regained his when he stopped. He found that he couldn’t look away.
Andrea had started to get wet an hour ago, when she got the message that Gina wanted her to visit Andy again after lunch. Last night had been very good, with surprising intimacy. Andrea had had only one previous experience with a man who was completely, reciprocally open with her, and it had been incredible. She looked at him, broadcasting her heat for him directly into his mind, trying to burn away his shyness with her gaze.
"She’s sending you a message, Andrew. You’re trying to avoid receiving it," Gina quietly said. "Let me help refresh your memory." The room fell silent as Andrea continued to stare at him with vibrant green eyes. "Last night, she was very wet for you, and you were so - sooo hard for her. Extend your senses, feel her inner and outer heat. The taste of her mouth and lips, so very sweet. The sound of her passion. Remember all of that. Your body does." Gina very carefully stripped the reserve from his mind, exposing his rational thoughts, which held him in check, to his raging libido, which Andrea had stirred to a boil. Gina didn’t want him to believe that he’d been—tampered with. Eventually, Andrew would learn how to reach this state on his own. But right now… "Can you feel the heat rising in your loins? Do you remember the lust, the need of last night? So urgent… Let it all come back to you… Her taste, her touch… Her smell… The sound of her passion for you…"
Andy’s cock was almost completely erect. Andrea pursed her lips at him, the first movement she had made since Gina began her monologue. He fumbled with the zipper and kicked his way free of his pants. Gina touched him as he started for the equally frantically undressing Andrea. "You will not come unless I command it." His dick bounced across the bed with him and Andrea and Andy collided. The coven leader smiled. She left the room, content to leave them to each other for a while. Gina reentered when she could sense Andrew’s aura in her sitting room.
Andy looked at the half-lidded green eyes in Andrea’s chubby face framed by straight red hair, and kissed her again, deeply. He slowly pulled out of her, with regrets and second thoughts. A gentle push from her kept him from trying to enter her again, which was what he really wanted to do. Andrea was sexy and he wanted her. He hadn’t noticed the coven leader’s return until… "Bring your passion back… to me… Gina… your mistress…" Suddenly the room spun, and he was lying down. The room was dark. How long had he made love with Andrea? A flash of lightning illuminated the other two figures in the bed. Andrea rose and switched on the light as thunder cracked nearby. His cock shrank a little when he watched her wobble back to the bed, naked. He looked at her face, searching for some sign of the passion that they had shared. He found the rose in her cheeks and smile in her eyes, nothing else. Then he realized that they were enough. Andy wanted to kiss her, to make love to Andrea again. "Let me take care of it, Andrew," Gina purred. "The urge is there, but you cannot release. Do you feel the power build? Deeep within… such power… trapped." His body began to hum, a faint, almost tickling sensation that quickly intensified. Beads of sweat broke out on his face. He felt feverish, and it was steadily growing worse.
Gina had told her that Andy’s life essence was special. Andrea carefully followed the instructions that the coven leader had given her a long time ago, when she was a coven novice, to view it. His physical form seemed to vanish. She watched the swirling blue light that was Andy dance faster. He was so gorgeous… Andrea looked at Gina pleadingly, not daring to speak. His essence belonged to the coven leader.
Gina nodded at Andrea, getting some satisfaction from the expression of eager, pleased surprise that danced on Andrea’s face. She was one of the best of this group of initiates, very studious, and very… sympathetic; the perfect balance for Lia. Andrea deserved this.
Andrea’s face filled Andy’s vision and her mouth opened a few inches away from his. His lips automatically opened, seeking another kiss, but her mouth stayed where it was for a few seconds. He felt calmer, cooler, more relaxed as she leaned over him. Andrea kissed him after a while, wet and deep. "I hope you’re here for a long time," she growled lewdly. "Gina, he’s delicious." The coven leader smiled and nodded. Andy felt fine, even though Andrea had drained some more of his life force. He watched her dress with regret.
Gina watched her young charge as he lay naked on the bed. She scanned his thoughts, and was quite surprised to find that he wasn’t afraid of Andrea, or afraid of what she had done to him. He had shared himself fully with Andrea. Gina started to wonder if Andrea should have been the one to take some of his excess last night. She wondered about her own motivations, her own desires for Andrew. Could she be succumbing to her lust for his exquisite essence? She hadn’t met many blues over the past four hundred years. Her last husband had been a blue. Gina reminded herself that Andrew had to serve a purpose first. Then she might… speak with Danielle. She probed Andy gently again, but sensed his intimacy with Andrea as they just—looked at each other wordlessly. Gina broke contact, not wanting to intrude. At that moment, she became quite sure that she had chosen correctly. "I want you to sleep because you need to get some rest. We will dine in the private room tonight," she commented, then noticed whom he was paying attention to. The coven leader began to slow his higher brain functions. He would need to be ready for tonight. There was a wall to be breached. "Yes, you sense her now, don’t you Andrew? But you need to rest… so-o-o-o tired, and sleepy… So, warm, and tired… sleep… sleep… sleep…"
The late summer storm that lit up the sky vanished to Andy’s senses. His eyelids drifted shut, pushed by the waves of lassitude and warmth that enveloped his brain and body. He dreamed, happy ones of Andrea. When he woke up, the sun was shining again, albeit lower in the sky. Andy showered, shaved, and put on the clothes that Gina had left for him to wear. The loose-fitting shirt and pleated, black casual pants seemed to flatter his relaxed contours. He guessed that she was dressing him up for show. He combed his hair while he inspected himself in the mirror, looking for any signs of premature aging.
"Andrew, dinner will be served in an hour—Oh! I see that you’ve already arisen and are almost dressed," Gina said, breezing into the bathroom. She was again impeccably dressed with her usual flair for appearing casual in a designer ensemble. Andy looked a little more carefully and silently noted that her beauty was not hidden underneath a glamorous façade.
"Why, thank you, Andrew. As I said before, maybe you’ll find out," Gina replied to his ensuing thought. Actually, she knew exactly when he would find out, but kept that to herself. He blushed, but she broke any tension he felt by finishing sincerely, "I do appreciate the compliment. I always like to look my best."
"About Andrea—" Andy hesitantly started, hoping that Gina would interrupt him in her usual way.
Gina suppressed a smile at his thoughts and decided to oblige him. "No, it’s not love," she flatly stated. "It also is not artificial. There is a very real physical magic between the two of you. Her weight is a very large obstacle for you, but she used the power to—block off, for want of a better term, your preconceived notions. Once you were free of those restraints, you reacted to her as if she were as svelte as Danielle. Andrea did not make you fuck her—that was your own decision."
The implications were becoming clear to him, but Andrew still thought that he had been coerced into making a decision he wouldn’t have normally made. Gina frowned a little when she read that thought. Still afraid to accept what he’s been seeing… She shook her head in puzzlement. He had obviously accepted Andrea’s magical nature and given of himself to fill her desire, but he still didn’t want to accept the magical nature of the entire situation. Strange young man.
Andy began to wonder what he would say to Andrea during dinner. He was determined not to be defensive or embarrassed about anything. It had been wonderful both times, and he more than half-hoped that they would do it again. He glanced at Gina while he was musing. Her smile, which seemed to say that she knew everything about you, was still in place. If she had read his thoughts about Andrea, she wasn’t going to comment on them. Her silence fed his anxiety, and he paced around the room with jumbled thoughts.
Gina just let him stew, knowing that the surprise she had in store for Andrew would keep him off-balance. While Andrea had been an important object lesson for him, she needed his fetishes and "preconceived notions" for this evening. Two birds with one stone… Gina checked the time, wryly noting that her watch seemed to be moving more slowly than usual. Andrew hadn’t stopped trying to wear a rut in the carpet, nor had he said anything for a while. She watched him pace for a few more minutes before deciding that this was boring and telling him as much. "Our dinner guest has not arrived yet, but let’s go downstairs. A cocktail may do you good," she suggested.
Gina offered him her arm, which he took with just the slightest hesitation. They went to the sun room, which had been set up for cocktails. Someone brought her a gin and tonic within a few seconds of their arrival. Andy saw the look of ecstasy flash across the server’s face. Gina’s unique way of saying "Thank you" was interesting to watch. A brief ache rang inside him, wanting the same feeling. The server lit Gina’s cigarette while she sat. "Come, join me, Andrew. What would you like to have?"
Before Andy could reply, Steven walked briskly into the room. The butler fairly glowered when he saw him. "Mistress Gina," he announced, "Mistress Angie has called to say that she is on her way. She apologizes greatly in advance for her tardiness." Steven shot daggers at Andy with another glance. Gina waved him away dismissively, but not before deciding that her head butler was about to be demoted. Susan could use a new toy.
"Be glad you cannot read his mind," Gina casually said. "He’s quite jealous of you, doubly so since you are dining with Angie." Angie… Angie… Now where have I… The name clicked from an earlier discussion Andy had had with Steven. She was supposed to be the best looking of all the women in the coven. He immediately ordered a rum and orange juice, knowing he was going to be a nervous wreck by dinner. Gina had allowed him to believe that they would be dining with Andrea. He opened his mouth to say something to her, but then figured that since she hadn’t already commented, she wasn’t going to answer the spoken question, either.
Gina decided to surprise him: it was always good to keep them guessing. "I—suggested that she might want to meet you, Andrew. This weekend seemed to be an opportune time, and dinner makes for easy conversation." She paused to grab his slightly masked thought, then resumed, "Yes, she is very attractive, and she is looking forward to making your acquaintance." Gina spent the next minutes sipping at her drink and watching him with an amused expression on her face. Andrew was very nervous, and—a little intimidated. If he’s this much in awe of Angie before seeing her…
Angie arrived a few minutes late for dinner. As soon as Andy saw her, he lost any composure that he might have had. Steven had not been exaggerating. Angie was very short, about five feet tall with curly honey-blonde hair to just below her shoulders. Her body was a little fuller than Elizabeth’s, but she was perfectly rounded where it was called for. Sparkling hazel eyes accented her gorgeous face with its small nose and full lips. He was immediately captivated by this tiny, sexy, gorgeous woman. "Hi, I’m Angie. Gina has told me so much about you," she bubbled with a genuine smile. A little bit of blood made its way south. Angie pulled out a cigarette. Andy desperately wanted to light it, but didn’t have anything capable of producing a flame—except his body, which threatened to spontaneously combust at any second. Gina actually giggled, an uncharacteristic sound. He realized that the coven leader knew exactly what was going on in his head, and that he was helpless to hide any of it. Angie smiled again, offering him her hand to be escorted to dinner.
Andy spent too much time looking longingly at Angie and paying an inordinate amount of attention to her during dinner for anything else to have registered. He was far too busy adoring Angie, all the while desperately trying to conceal the less-than-gentlemanly thoughts that kept popping up from Gina with a screen of nonsense surface thoughts. After dinner had been removed, Gina and Angie began to speak in earnest about coven business. His raging hormones cooled, flaring only when Angie would turn that million-dollar face and smile at him. "…There are many aspects of the power that you haven’t begun to suspect, Angie." The woman of Andy’s present fantasies nodded very attentively.
"Well, I feel kinda weird," she hesitated. "I mean… it’s sort of—like almost… too much for me. Don’t get me wrong, I like being in the coven, but I don’t need the power to make guys do what I want. I mean—" Angie turned to Andy, who blushed reflexively. "Like he does, most guys go nuts over me, and I can always pick one that I want." She turned away and lowered her voice, "Of course, I’m not afraid of bigger guys anymore. I have used the power to—"
Gina smiled at her. "Being a recent initiate, there are many things that may not have yet occurred to you." She brushed Andy’s senses with a deft touch of pleasurable arousal, leaving him speechless and thoughtless for a few moments. "…Enhance experiences, realize scenarios. Yes, I can see where you would need it as a defensive tool, but even for someone as attractive as you, there is much more." Angie blushed at Gina’s praise. "Shall we go to the classroom?"
That snapped Andy out of the pleasant stupor he had allowed himself to luxuriate in. He thought he was Danielle’s training aid. On the one hand, this meant that he was going to do something with Angie. The thought of the tiny, gorgeous woman commanding him made his pants feel a little tighter. Then he recalled his experiences with Danielle and immediately started wondering what scenarios someone as bubbly and nice as Angie would want to realize. Her darker fantasies might be horrific. Any reluctance he had vanished when Gina stimulated his pleasure centers, reminding him what true ecstasy felt like. "Yes, Mistress Gina," he replied eagerly. He followed the two women hoping that he would be rewarded with another dose of concentrated pleasure when they got to where they were going. Much to his surprise, they headed upstairs to the coven leader’s master bedroom.
Angie asked Gina if she had hypnotized him. The pixie wondered aloud if his response had been triggered by some post-hypnotic command. "No," Andy grinned, interrupting before she could answer. "It’s just that I think that it would be—good for me to do what she says," he elaborated, casting a sideways glance at the coven leader.
Gina didn’t say anything. That was significant. Andrew had actually admitted that he was hooked. He’s going to be a wonderful training aid for Danielle… She stopped thinking about the future. Angie’s lesson was of paramount importance now. "Angie, what do you think of Andrew?" Gina asked as the three of them sat on the bed. "Say for example, you’ve met him at a bar, and had pleasant conversation as we have had tonight." She felt him prepare himself for ego deflation. Oh, no you don’t, she thought, I’m not going to let you crawl into that defensive shell. Immediately, Gina caressed his mind gently, leaving him temporarily defenseless and open.
Angie hesitated. "Go on, I can assure you that he won’t be offended," Gina urged the diminutive woman. That’s easy for her… The cynical thought died in Andy’s mind as Gina opened his pleasure centers fully, effectively letting him drug himself as the endorphin flow increased. Angie could have called him an ugly, disgusting pig and he wouldn’t have been insulted.
"Well…" Angie was still unsure of what she should say, finally deciding to take Gina’s word for Andy’s mental condition. "He’s a real nice guy n’all that, and I like him but…" Angie paused, studying his face for a reaction. His beatific smile remained in place.
Gina kept him under self-sedation since that was the best way to keep Angie from worrying about his feelings. It also had the benefit of looking like Gina wasn’t controlling him, so Angie wouldn’t get distracted.
Angie studied the expression on Andy’s face carefully, but it didn’t change. She looked away from him. "But he really doesn’t do anything for me, y’know? It’s like… my insides don’t get all jumpy when I talk to him or he talks to me." Feeling guilty despite the placid display he presented, Angie turned back to Andy and quickly added, "But ya make me laugh, an’ you’re so nice, an’ you’re a real gentleman, an’ I like you a lot. Just not that way."
Even in his quasi-stupor, Andy could see the genuine concern on her angelic face. She needn’t have worried that he would have been insulted because nothing would have bothered him at that point. He probably would have laughed at getting shot. Somewhere way in the back of his mind he thought she was sweet for caring.
"Angie," Gina began, simultaneously closing the gates on Andy’s pleasure center, "which would you rather have? Great sex with a man who makes your insides sizzle and turns out to be a real bastard otherwise, or great sex with a man whom you like very much?"
Andy could see that Angie looked puzzled. Once Gina had stopped playing with his head, the pleasant haze faded instantly. He was now able to react to anything that happened. He also was curious about what Gina was doing. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Andy began to have the faintest hope that this was going where he thought it was. "Wh-wh-what?" Angie stuttered. "I mean, if you’re talking about a guy who I think is really attractive and I like a lot, definitely the last one. But I don’t see—"
Angie’s line of thought was quite obvious. "What this has to do with Andrew?" Gina anticipated. "Very simply, you have told me that he is unattractive to you to the point that you would not be sexually interested in him." Andrew managed not to grimace, but Gina felt him flinch inside. "What if I could guarantee you that sex with him would be fantastic, far better than any sexual experience you have had." Gina looked at him, a warning in her eyes. She could easily read his worry about being able to live up to what she had just claimed for him. It was a very flimsy situation: any act of persuasion on her part would destroy the value of Angie’s lesson. If Andrew were to express any doubts, Angie would see no need to try. Gina was just going to have to rely on his attraction to Angie for him to keep quiet. "Angie, why were you attracted by my offer to join the coven?" A quick scan showed that he wasn’t going to say anything. He was too interested in getting under Angie’s skirt.
"Well, the idea of having this power over guys was so cool, and some of the stuff you did when you were training me looked fantastic," Angie replied, her eyes sparkling at the memory. Her voice grew a little—regretful. "But I can’t do it like you do. I’ve tried, but it doesn’t seem to work for me." She looked embarrassed.
"That’s quite all right. Each member of the coven has her own distinct style of wielding the power, in part because the power manifests itself differently in each individual. It is a personal trait, not some generic power. As for my skills, Angie, you must remember that I have had seven hundred years of practice," Gina consoled her. "But that part about power… what exactly did you mean by ‘some of the stuff looked fantastic?’"
Angie looked up, trying to decide whether she should reveal her fantasy to Gina or not. Ever since she had seen "The Hip Hypnotist" make hunky guys passionately kiss complete strangers from the audience on cable TV, Angie had dreamed of being able to do the same thing. She watched as many movies with hypnotism in them as she could find, slightly disappointed in that most movies showed women being hypnotized. That was OK for a little bit of a thrill, but there weren’t many where the guy got zapped. Besides, all of her boyfriends had been willing to "hypnotize" her, but were more than reluctant to submit, even if it meant just acting hypnotized. She had gone so far as to take some hypnosis lessons, but failed miserably; she wasn’t confident enough. Maybe this was the chance she was looking for. In a low, embarrassed voice, Angie began, "Well, I always liked that—vacant—look that some guys got when you were showing me how to do it at first. Y’know, that hypnotized thing." She lowered her eyes. "I’ve tried to do it since, but it never seems to work, and I didn’t see you hypnotize him tonight," she said, whining slightly.
Gina tried to remember the exact circumstances of Angie’s early training as a novice, then nodded slowly as she began to comprehend the initiate’s fetish. "So you like the idea of having men in a trance, in a sort of—hypnotic thrall to you," she probed.
"Uh-huh," Angie answered very quickly. "But I can’t make it happen," she whined, unmistakably frustrated.
"Why don’t you try on Andrew," Gina said. It was more an assignment than a suggestion. Angie’s puzzled, worried expression told Gina that the lesson would definitely take. As for Andrew, the possibility of having sex with Angie was enough to keep him quiet, in a state of semi-arousal. "Go on, dear, hypnotize him," she encouraged.
Angie took a deep breath, then focused her eyes on Drew’s, trying to remember what she had learned in the hypnosis class. "Look into my eyes, Drew. Deeply… Yes, tha-a-a-aat’s i-i-it… You are beginning to get sleeeeeepy… So sleeepy as you look into my pretty, pretty eyesss… You are going deeeper…"
There was a big problem here. Andrew was wide awake and completely alert, trying hard not to snicker. Gina sighed. No wonder Angie had trouble hypnotizing anybody. The diminutive woman stopped her non-hypnotic spiel. "Gina? Ummm… do you have like, a pendant or something?" Angie sounded embarrassed.
"Angie," Gina interrupted, "why haven’t you used the power?"
"Because guys get all doofy," Angie replied, almost before Gina finished her sentence. They don’t like—go under. It’s real hard to explain, I mean, I’ve tried, but they aren’t really hypnotized."
The young girl’s unhappiness over this transmitted very clearly. The coven leader realized from Angie’s answer that she was using way too much power for what she wanted to do. It was also true that the comely initiate had only been taught the rudiments of using the power. Given her sex appeal, there had been no need, until now, for Angie to figure out some of its subtleties. The bludgeon of command was not the most potent aspect of the power; the hook of seduction was. And seduction was most definitely one thing that Angie could do without the power. Gina turned to Andrew and whispered, "You will not come until I tell you to. You will get your chance, I promise." She did the necessary tinkering in his head. Two birds with one stone tonight, if she was lucky. And judging by his state of extreme interest, she was definitely going to get lucky. "Let me teach you how," Gina said to Angie. For what you want to do, you cannot use the power in its most raw form. There is quite a bit of finesse involved, and the ‘subject’ does have something to do with it."
Angie leaned forward, complete attention on her face. "First, you must understand that when you use the power to control a man, you are essentially possessing their body. You know how to do that. It was all a part of your training. However, it is a much more difficult task to have someone, like Andrew, surrender his control to you," Gina lectured. In order to do that, you must first seek the essence of the man, for you wish not merely to hold his body, you are asking to be the guardian of his soul." Gina paused. "Now close your eyes, dear, and think of a man, completely, body and soul, in your power." Angie shut her eyes very tightly. "He has given his control, his inner self over to you in trust. Can you sense him? Can you sense his power? Do you feel it?"
Andrew’s aura had started to glow—Gina could feel his essence well beyond the boundaries of his body. He was silently, unknowingly, begging Angie to seize it. Angie murmured no. Gina sighed, very quietly, so that she wouldn’t discourage the initiate. Fighting her impatience and her growing desire to possess Andrew’s life essence herself, she resumed Angie’s instruction. "Concentrate. Sense him, who he is at his very core," she urged quietly. "Don’t think about his body or his face. Think about him. He’s giving himself to you." Gina waited about a minute before resuming, "Now can you sense it?" Andrew’s aura dominated the metaphysical space in the room. Angie would have to actively try to avoid sensing it.
"Uh-huh," Angie replied. She opened her eyes and gasped, "He’s all blue and sparkly!" Andy looked at himself. He didn’t see anything except his unabated erection pushing painfully at his pants. "Oooohhh, it’s so… beautiful, Gina. Is that—him?"
Gina nodded. "And he’s willing to let you have it for a little while. Think about how it would feel in your hands. Concentrate on pulling it to you. Andrew will let you, and then he will be yours to control—however you wish." His attraction to Angie would make it easy for her to gain complete control of him. Gina noted the first signs of arousal in her student. It didn’t matter that Angie was not erotically attracted to Andrew. She was on the verge of realizing a long-standing fantasy; if Quasimodo had been in the room, ready to hypnotize, Angie would wind up screwing him.
"Drew," Angie started quietly, "I want to bring you very close to me. Come here." Gina moved out of the way so Andrew could sit right next to Angie. "Lie down." Angie wrapped herself in his aura, as if it were a thick, fluffy comforter on a cold night. She felt how warm, how alive it was, then realized that he had indeed loaned it to her. "Relax, Drew. I have you…"
Andy’s brain fogged very quickly. His tongue thickened in his mouth and his body felt like it weighed a ton. "Gina! This is so cool! He’s giving in to me," Angie reported. Her face began to flush.
She continued pulling at the billowing blue essence, weaving herself a metaphysical cocoon. "So-o-o warm… so peace-full…" the pixie said, picking up Andy’s sensations through his aura and echoing them aloud. Angie felt his trust and his willingness. She could sense him: she held him very close, though his body was a foot away. "With each word I become your mistress… You will give yourself to me… Deeeeep, warrrm… So peaceful in my hands… So safe," Angie purred as her hazel eyes became the center of Andy’s conscious world. "Clo-o-ose your eyes… Slowly… so-o-o-o re-la-a-a-axed… You will obey me… I am keeping you so warm… so peaceful… You exist to serve me… I am wrapping you in the soft, soooothing waves of my power… You are so-o-o deeeeeep… In trance… You are mine… Surrennnnder… And o-beyyyy…" Angie was thrilled. His eyes had closed and his body showed no tension at all. She looked at her delightful blue cocoon, and pulled gently at the flowing sheet that connected him with it. His body gave a little jerk. "You must obey Angie," she cooed.
"I… must… obey… Angie," Andy said quietly.
"You exist to please Angie," she prompted softly. Angie’s breathing had quickened, and the rose in her cheeks showed through her tan.
"I… exist… to… please… Angie," he repeated.
"Wow! He’s really under! Ohhh, he’s really—hypnotized! Gina—this makes me so-o-o-o hot! I mean, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamed about this!" She brushed the front of his pants. "Does he feel this?" Gina shrugged. Angie kept rubbing, and the tent grew very quickly. She giggled, "I can take off his pants and he doesn’t even know!" There was no mischief in her voice; it was full of excitement as she removed them.
Andy felt so warm… so heavy… so… safe with her. He heard Angie’s voice, hollow and distant. It abruptly became crystal clear. "Drew, you are going deeeeper into trance for Angie. You will obey your mistress when you are so-o-o-o deep. Say, ‘I will obey Angie… I will obey Angie…’" He began to chant in tandem with her, any original thought in his mind held in abeyance by her spell.
Angie’s part of the mantra became increasingly excited and urgent. Time lost any meaning for her and her thrall. She had forgotten about Gina’s patient teachings (and presence), about Drew’s aura, and that she didn’t really find him attractive. She was very excited, wet, and she itched between her legs. His cock pointed straight up from his somnolent body less than a foot away. "Uhhh… uhh… mmmf… mnnn," Angie panted, wriggling out of her clothes. "You are in… in… my power!" She stroked her clit, shuddering at the finger-induced sizzle. "I obey… my—" She gasped, masturbating herself with increased intensity. "I obey—Angie," she sighed as she pushed a finger in her cunt.
"I… obey… Angie," Andy said in a mindless monotone, sending her into fetish overload. She frantically climbed on top of him, squirming to settle down over his cock until her ass was on his legs. Angie shimmied, grinding against the insensate Andy’s pubic bone. Her insides were slowly turning liquid, a rich, warm brew that shifted with her every move, making her world tilt. She began to rock, her mind altered by the rising electricity of sexual sensation.
"Nnnnnggghhh… Unggh," she gurgled, huffing as she slid her hips repeatedly towards Drew’s face. Angie’s eyes began to lose focus—the pressure above her filled pussy was building and spreading beyond her midriff. "Give meee… Gi-iive m-meee," she moaned, the pitch of her voice rising while her hips snapped sharply. She was very close to orgasm, and her concentration was diluted by the ever-expanding pressure. Angie lost her grip on his aura, too far in heat to be able to maintain it, too excited to care.
Andy’s eyes snapped open. He groaned loudly after a split-second, the time it took for him to realize that he was inside of Angie, and that the tiny woman was fucking him with unchained passion. He grabbed her hips and her whole body shook in response. She quickly focused on him, leaning forward to gain some balance. Her tight pussy grabbed his cock, sliding very little. He pulled at her sides while he pushed his hips up. Angie thrust her hips downward at him. Her clit scraped his body, then got mashed. "Ohhh… shit… I-I-I," she panted. Her pussy began to squeeze his cock even more.
"Geeee-naaaaa!!!!!" Angie wailed and went crazy, tossing her head and small body around on top of him while her pussy gripped and pulled at Andy’s cock. She bounced enthusiastically, her tanned face turning redder by the second. Her breathing became erratic and then her pussy massaged him, churning, rippling along his entire length, every surface, while she slowly rotated her hips. He quivered as every sense in his body sang loudly for a half-minute, then continued their crescendo. "Ooooooohhhh," Angie sighed in a little-girl voice after a bit. She ran her palms across his chest, teasing his nipples and his hips snapped in response, stimulating her inner walls. "Ooooh! You like that!" she cooed.
Gina made a mental note about that. She watched silently from the other side of the bed. It was becoming difficult to watch Andrew have sex without feeling a twinge of sexual arousal herself. She narrowed her visual perception to the metaphysical spectrum; at least she’d had more practice fighting that particular urge. The hunger was easier to handle than the itch.
Angie was babbling, "Gina… he’s still… mmmmf! Hard… ohhhh, shi-i-it…" Both pairs of hips were still moving, keeping Angie and Andy in heat, making concentration difficult, especially for her. Her eyes kept losing focus for a few seconds at a time. Finally, she inhaled deeply a few times while pressing her lips together tightly, then blinked. She leaned to Andy’s face. "I’m going to hypnotize you again. Will you let me?" He nodded slowly. She sucked in some more air as a brief tremor ran through her.
"Yes… I am reaching out for you… You can’t… resist… me…" She pulled at the blue threads of his metaphysical presence, twining them in the fingers of her mind. "I… am… yess… ohhh… yess… your… miss-miss-mistress," she gasped, then paused to regain control of both of them. "You want to make Angie happy, so you are going into trance for Angie."
Andy’s mind slowed to a crawl, his thoughts turning random and… unimportant. "Deeeeper into trance… for Angie… deep… where you will serve Angie… So warm… so safe… so deeep… obey Angie," she smoothly, quietly said. "Now you live to serve me." Angie’s hips started to move again. "You belong to Angie. You are completely mine."
"I… am… completely… yours," Andy emotionlessly intoned.
"Say, ‘I must obey my mistress’ command. Angie’s command,’" she said, breathlessly.
"I must obey… my mistress’ command. Angie’s command," came the response.
His eyes were open, but Angie knew he couldn’t see anything. She held him, stripped of will, in her fingers and in her cunt. "Now, clo-o-ose your eyes and go very, very deep into your trance for Angie… Deeep into Angie’s trance," she whispered, and his eyes shut while his whole body went slack. Except for his dick. She continued to masturbate herself slowly on the live, warm, pulsing dildo. She could do this forever… which gave her an idea. Angie began to rub Drew’s breasts in opposing circles. He was too far in trance to manifest any of the earlier intense physical response. "Drew?" He hummed quietly. "You are now ver-rry, ver-rry deep… in Angie’s trance. Can you say that?"
"I am deep… in Angie’s trance," he said. Gina snapped out of her contemplation of his aura and her own plans for Andrew. She wondered what Angie was doing. Does she have something planned for him, something special? The coven leader began to pay attention. The possibility of a new, creative use of the power was always worth seeing. Even if it meant she had to watch while somebody else fucked Andrew.
Angie kept rubbing Andy’s breasts. Do you feel Angie’s hands, loving you the way you like to be loved?" she whispered enticingly. He murmured yes. "Then you will remember how deep you are, and you will go there when Angie loves you like this. Whenever I rub your breasts, you will go into Angie’s trance, where she will keep you warm… and safe… all you must do is obey…" Angie abruptly looked up at Gina, still purposefully rubbing his chest. "Post-hypnotic suggestion," the petite initiate explained. "I want to see if it works." She looked back at her mesmerized sex toy and experimental subject. "Drew… where are you?"
"I am… deep. Deep… in Angie’s trance," he answered.
Angie concentrated on riding the surge of power that his response sent through her. She had to keep control just a little longer. "Yes, and you will go there when I rub your breasts like this. You will not remember, but you will always obey, do you understand?" Drew assented in a gentle voice. Angie closed her eyes. He felt so good inside of her, and his blue was wrapped around her. "Ohhh, deeep… Go-o-o deeeeep… Fuck Angie from the depths of your trance… Fuck your mistress…" Before long, he was moving underneath her with increasing tempo. "Ohhhh… FUCK me!" she urged. While his cock may have been having the usual physical effect, Angie’s climb to orgasm was powered more by the power trip of holding the reins to Andy’s will. She leaned forward again, flattening her upper body against his, grabbing onto him while her hips and lower body churned furiously. She took one last look at his aura before surrendering to the physical pleasure of sex, her lower lips warm and pulsing, her clit swollen more than ever before and growing with each stroke.
Andy woke up smothered in Angie, fucking her furiously from below. They rolled over and he started short, hard, gasping, panting strokes that bounced her against the bed. She spread her legs wider, then wrapped them around his back. The joining was all-important now; touch was everything. Their pelvises slammed together, forcing tiny squeaks out of her mouth.
She was dimly aware that she had lost control of Andy, but she no longer controlled herself and it felt wonderful and she didn’t care ’cause her clit was real big as big as her body and they rolled over again and she was pushing down…
Angie had given herself completely to the intense physical sensation that thundered through her small body. It appeared that the lesson had been learned well. The initiate had even taken her instruction one step further than the coven leader had anticipated. Gina turned her attentions to Andrew, watching his aura dance frantically. The black flecks that accented it were moving energetically. He was wrapped up in intense passion with Angie, a girl from his dreams who was flesh, reciprocating that passion with an equally intense desire for him. She figured that the energy generated by this sexual encounter, as well as the releases she hadn’t allowed him to have with Andrea, should be enough to break down Danielle’s barrier. Gina reached into his head, removed all the barriers she had constructed since last night and said, "Come for me, Andrew." The blue light flared brilliantly, flooding the room, the hall, the floor, as Andrew exploded. The fulminating aura blinded her enough that she couldn’t stand to look at the metaphysical plane for a few seconds. She could even sense other initiates in the castle as they were touched by a piece of Andrew’s metaphysical nova. Gina amusedly realized that she had underestimated the amount of energy he would release by several orders of magnitude. "Oops," she said, very quietly with a smile.
Andy sensed Angie’s orgasm a few seconds before her internal convulsions began. It was a feeling he had quickly grown to appreciate when Gina kept him from reaching orgasm without pain: his lover’s ecstasy was much more obvious, much more tangible in the absence of pre-ejaculatory sensation. He watched Angie’s lovely face turn red, she gurgled, and he got even more turned on. Suddenly, Andy heard Gina quietly say, "Come for me, Andrew." His hips gave a MIGHTY buck, unsuccessfully trying to throw the petite woman off of his cock. He felt every molecule of his dick vibrate, and with a loud, deep sigh, he shot a large blob of cum forcefully into Angie’s roiling pussy. "Geee-naaaa!!!!" Angie yelped, "he’s cuuuuummminnngg!!!" That was an understatement. His nuts, denied their release the last three times, were certainly free to fire away now, and they did. His body pulsed with each intense throb.
"Ohhh! Gawd!!!" Angie snorted. "It’s soooo… much!!" That didn’t stop her from grinding against Andy. She rode him as he bucked like the mechanical bull at the country bar, but she wasn’t about to let go of this one. The tiny woman stayed on top of her no-longer-entranced lover, squeezing at his chest, instinctively trapping her pleasure button between their bodies. Angie rode a high-velocity wave of orgasm longer than she ever had, and she didn’t ever want to stop…
Andy’s only external sense was the vague feeling of another presence nearby. His ejaculation was his world, his universe. Each throb of his cock burned far longer, more intensely than he could remember. His body would jerk and he must have been making noise, but he felt… beyond ecstasy. He thought that he was having the ultimate orgasm, during the perfect sex act, with Angie, who was the ultimate sex partner. And he could just die after this and it wouldn’t matter…
"Wake up, Drew," Angie said. She was now dressed and sitting next to his prone, naked body. She looked down at him; he was, well—out of it. While she had come real hard, obviously it had been even better for him. I wish I could read his mind, she wistfully thought. He gave her a sleepy, sincere smile. Angie abruptly remembered her experiment. She leaned over him, mischief on her mind. "How do you feel?" she playfully asked, watching his eyes try to focus. No, not yet… She began tracing gentle circles around his breasts.
"I… I…" Andy’s voice trailed off, and his eyes would not focus. He felt really… sleepy again. His post-orgasm nap was threatening to resume.
"You like this when Angie does it," she purred. Andy wanted to say… something… but… it… was… "Ohhh, you’re going into trance… Angie’s trance," she breathed. "Deep as I rub… My hands are loving you… and you’re go-o-oing fa-a-a-arrr away… Deeeper… into trance… for Annnn-gieee… Obey… Angie… in warm, sooothing trance… Close your eyes… and sleeeep for Annn-gieeee…"
Angie watched as Drew’s eyes closed, pushed shut by her post-hypnotic command. She hadn’t even bothered with his aura this time and he was in trance. This had promise. "God, Gina… He’s really under my spell." She felt her insides quiver as she said it. "Drew… what do you think of Angie? You are in Angie’s trance, and you must obey… Tell Angie the truth," she sang quietly.
"Angie… Mistress… Obey… Beautiful… Sexy… Wonderful… Love… Angie… Trance," Andy said. The emotions and desires she evoked in him floated to the surface, unencumbered by thought.
Her insides were definitely turning liquid, and they were definitely warm. Drew was really under her spell. "I-I think I’m getting hot again…" Angie took a couple of quick, deep breaths to steady herself, trying to calm down. It didn’t work. She was going all gooey again… "Oh, Gina, can I do him again? Please?"
The coven leader looked at the sleeping Andrew while Angie continued to massage his nipples. On the metaphysical plane, he was very, very sluggish. "No, Angie. We don’t want to kill him, although I suspect he wouldn’t mind dying in the middle of having sex with you," she replied. Angie was only half-paying attention. The sexy young initiate was continuing the massage that held the young man in trance, unaware, and was looking hungrily at him. "I thought you weren’t sexually attracted to Andrew," Gina commented. Time to make a point.
"But he’s hypnotized now," Angie whined in protest. Her eyes hadn’t left Andy’s sleeping body.
"Let him come back now, Angie," Gina cajoled. "You can have him, or any other willing man whenever you want. However, this episode of your fantasy must end now. I’ve shown you another way to use the power. Instead of commanding directly, you can find a man who is willing to trust you with his essence. Then you may possess him completely, body and soul." Of course, Andrew’s willingness to surrender control to the tiny woman had been the key to this lesson. That would be more difficult for Angie to find in the real world, but she had learned how to do it, and that’s what classrooms were for. Gina paused as Angie turned to face her directly. The lovely young woman still kept circling Andy’s chest with her hands. "That will allow you to indulge your fantasies. As you have seen and felt, once Andrew became the man in your real-life fantasy, you were quite helpless to resist. In essence, your mind took over your body as well as his soul, and you stopped caring about his physical assets," Gina finished. Angie’s eyes widened with comprehension. The lesson was over.
"Can I—do this to him again? I mean, will he still…" Angie hesitated. She didn’t want to lose Andy, just in case she couldn’t hypnotize somebody else.
"Your post-hypnotic command will remain, if that’s what you’re worried about," Gina offered. "Please don’t use it—indiscriminately, or I will remove it," she warned. "Now run along, dear. Andrew and I have some private, unfinished business."
Angie sighed. Half a loaf was better than none, she supposed. Besides, she could do this to Andy again, sometime. Hopefully soon. "Drew?" she softly questioned. He hummed sleepily, eyes still closed. She felt a tingle of excitement, but it was plain that she was not going to have him again. At least not tonight. "You will remember nothing that you have heard since Angie has started loving you with her hands. Do you understand your mistress Angie?"
"Yes. I… understand," he replied, eyes closed, still mesmerized.
"Good. Now when Angie stops loving you, you will return from Angie’s trance, and wake up when… Gina speaks. What will you do the next time Angie loves you with her hands?"
"I… will go… deep. Into Angie’s trance," Andy said.
Gina watched the pixie-like initiate tremble with excitement. At times like this, she wished she could read women’s minds as well as men’s. Angie was clearly very, very aroused, and might well have fucked Andrew into oblivion if not for Gina’s presence. With obvious reluctance, Angie stopped her gentle caresses and turned to Gina. "Hello, Andrew. Welcome back," Gina said with amusement, rousing him from his slumber. She browsed his mind for a couple of seconds out of curiosity while Angie gave him a long, wet kiss. The images from Andrew’s hypnosis were very sharp and clear. The non-visual memories were extremely strong, and Gina found the post-hypnotic suggestion easily. Angie left the room flashing a happy, excited smile at him.
"Now, you and I need to talk," Gina began, looking down at Andy. He opened his mouth, waiting expectantly. "Oh, no! You’re much too exhausted for that," she exclaimed, surprised, but very pleased that he was so eager to give himself to her. She silently whimpered in frustration. "No… I just want you to let me in. Think about Danielle." As Gina had thought, the bottled energy released by Andrew’s orgasm had obliterated the wall that Danielle had constructed to keep her deeds hidden from the outside world. "Just relax, Andrew. I won’t hurt you at all," she cooed. The coven leader watched Danielle command Andrew from his memories of the events. He had kissed her feet, run all over the house just to light her cigarettes, and he had been forced to be extremely servile. She watched in amazement at Danielle’s cruel, but creative, teasing. The young initiate’s sex drive was quite high, too. Gina began to realize that Danielle Gray could turn out to be worse than Lia Terry.
Andy had gone to sleep while Gina rummaged through his completely open memories. She withdrew abruptly, waking him up. "Oh! I’m sorry," she apologized, as confusion immediately filled his mind, surging with enough force for her to sense it without trying. She quickly slowed his higher brain functions and cooed at him soothingly, sending him back to sleep. "I’ll explain tomorrow," she gently told her young charge, more as a reminder to herself, since he was already asleep again. Once again, Gina had underestimated Danielle’s grasp of the power. The young initiate was now able to manipulate men’s emotions directly. That could have major negative repercussions for the entire coven if something wasn’t done about it. Whether Danielle was ready or not, it was going to be necessary to start her training very soon. Gina looked at Andy and made a silent promise to make it up to him.