The Coven 3 by Flying Pen

Andy was preparing dinner.  "Bring in the boxes in the car, and put them
away in the second bedroom," she ordered.  As he walked out of the door,
she called, "By the way, Andy, dinner smells wonderful."  He immediately
recognized the stuff in the boxes.  Danielle had gone to his place and
cleaned out his closets and drawers.  She asked him to sit at the table
during dinner; he thought they were going to eat together.  Wrong.  He
waited on her hand and foot, any resistance again obliterated by the
fucking buzz of her power.  "Draw my bath, Andy.  _Then_ you may eat."
Her power trip taxed Andy's patience, but there was nothing he could do
about it, short of killing himself.

   She left the house at ten, returning a little after two with Brendan.
He had called her that week, obeying her command from the last time
they'd been together.  She was excited by his trim, strong body, and his
long, very skilled tongue.  Dani decided to tease Andy again with the
sight of her breasts before heading to the bedroom with Brendan.  Just to
put him in his place.

   Danielle was merciless: while Andy's clothes were neatly arranged and
hung in the second bedroom, she had commanded him to sleep on the living
room floor.  It didn't get any better during the week, either.  He was on
vacation from work, so he was stuck in her house.  Andy would get up
before she did, making sure that her coffee and morning cigarette were
ready when she awoke.  He would greet her in the "proper" manner each
morning, draw her bath, and prepare a light breakfast.  She made him kiss
her feet when she would return from work, and dinner always had to be
ready.

   Danielle still took two days off at the end of the week just so she
could have more time to boss Andy around.  Wednesday and Thursday night,
she went prowling the bars, returning with a stud-of-the-night.  Each
night, she would titillate Andy before devouring her catch.  Dani had
begun to realize that teasing Andy gave her a brief tingle--something
about it made her clit pulse, so it became a regular event.  But Dani had
reserved the weekend for Brendan.  He was handsome, strong, and he had a
good job, lived in a nice neighborhood...  Danielle began to believe that
she had found the main ingredients for Mr. Right.  Just add a generous
quantity of coven power and stir...

   By Sunday, Andy had sworn that he _would_ kill himself if it looked
like he was going to hear "Oh!!!  Brennn-dannn!!!  Lick it some more!!!
Yesss!!!" one more time.

   Andy sat at the dinner (_her_ dinner) table Sunday night watching
Danielle eat.  "This is excellent, Andy.  You're a very good cook."  He
grumbled thanks.  She put her fork down and looked at him.  Oh, dear,
that's not the way my slave should behave towards me...  "Is my little
piggie upset?  We can't have that.  Thank your mistress for her
compliment," she commanded.  "And you will be happy to serve my _every_
desire and to sleep on the floor tonight."  Dani concentrated, driving
her will deep into Andy's soul.

   A deafening buzz went off in Andy's head, vibrating his teeth.  "Thank
you, Mistress Danielle," he said brightly.  "May I serve you in some
other way?"  Andy begged her to make use of him, he only cared that she
was happy.  Maybe she would praise him some more!  Oh, bliss!  It didn't
wear off until three that morning as he lay shivering on the living room
floor.  Andy felt like shit at six, but his body faithfully moved about
the apartment making the coffee, putting the cigarettes and lighter on
the tray, and starting the bath before her alarm went off.  When Danielle
called his name, Andy carried her morning tray to the bedroom.  He knelt,
kissed her feet, and his haggard voice croaked, "Good morning, Mistress
Danielle."  It was a good thing that she had to go to work, because Andy
virtually collapsed after she left.  Danielle had pushed his body past
its limits; she didn't seem to care, either.

   "You don't seem your normal sullen self tonight, piggie," she
commented during dinner.  "What's the matter?  Do you need another
attitude adjustment?"  She reached out and touched his cheek.  "You're
burning up!  Are you sick?"  He said no, but Dani knew better.  Oh,
_shit_.  Gina would have a fit if she knew that he was sick.  Dani knew
exactly who would get the blame.  "Go to the second bedroom and lie down
now," she ordered, and Andy complied without being pushed.  In an
entirely unanticipated role reversal, Danielle cared for him for the next
two days.  His severe cold left him weak with fever and chills; ever
since joining the coven, Danielle had never felt less than perfect, so
she just had memories of fever and chills.  Andy's obvious misery stirred
her maternal instinct--much to her own surprise.  She let Andy eat with
her, feeling reluctant to use her power on him while he was sick.  She
also felt a little guilty--her abuse had probably helped make him sick.
Thursday, as she tucked him in, she saw the look in his eyes.  Uh-oh.
"Don't think that this means you're human to me, piggie.  It's just that
Gina would kill me if anything happened to you.  I need you healthy--
you're my 'training aid,' whatever the hell that is," Dani explained.
"Gina hasn't called me; I guess she's busy with--never mind," she mused
aloud, then paused.  "I _still_ don't want you here any more than you
want to be here.  But as long as you are here, I intend to take advantage
of it.  Now get some sleep.  I miss my morning wake-up.  I like having a
houseboy."

   Andy was healthy enough to clean the house Friday and have dinner
ready when she got home.  Danielle's surprise was obvious when he greeted
her with, "Good evening, Mistress Danielle."  She had removed the
compunction for him to greet her in that godawful exaggerated fashion
when he was ill, and she hadn't gotten around to reinstating it.  Andy
hoped that the strawberry daiquiri he handed her as she walked in would
suffice.  He really hated kissing her feet.  She grinned as she accepted
the tall drink, then went to change clothes.  He figured that sucking up
couldn't hurt his cause, especially now that Danielle had shown signs of
being... human.  Andy waited on her hand and foot without being
compelled.  His efforts did not go unnoticed.  She told Andy that he
could continue to sleep in the second bedroom.  Danielle didn't go out
that night, much to his surprise.  She explained that Brendan was out of
town, and she didn't feel like going out after such a nice dinner and
drinks.  Instead of the usual mistress and slave routine, the two of them
watched movies and ate popcorn.

   "Good night, my little piggie," Danielle said as they retired for the
night.  Andy slept well for the first time since becoming Danielle's
houseboy.  Some vacation, he thought to himself as he drifted off.  Maybe
things wouldn't be so bad from here on out.  Maybe she'd even stop
calling him "piggie."  Saturday, Andy did their combined laundry, and
Danielle lit her own cigarettes.  This was true progress.  They ate lunch
together, then he did the grocery shopping.  She left right after Andy
came back, not telling him where she was going.

   ***

   Danielle was highly pissed off.  She had just met with Gina in an
effort to make the coven leader take some action regarding Andy.  Not
only did Gina turn down that request, she wouldn't give the young
initiate any indication that any action was pending.  "She says I need
more patience!!!" Danielle yelled in the empty car.  "Fuck patience!!!
It's been two weeks already!"  Someone chose that moment to cut her off,
and she slammed on the brakes.  Dani was in no mood to be charitable,
swerving and pulling alongside the other car.  She rolled down her window
and shouted at the offending driver.  A man grinned and gave her the
finger, then slowed down to pull behind her and tailgate.

   Dani pulled off the highway at the next exit, and the tailgating car
followed her.  She stopped at the top of the exit, got out of her car and
slammed the door shut.  She stalked back to her pursuer.  The fat middle-
aged man rolled down his window and gave her a lewd grin after staring
lecherously at her chest.  "Did ah scare the pretty lil' girl," he said
with a leer.  "Yew oughta be raht here on mah lap.  Ah'd show ya whut
drivin' is...  On _mah_ stick--"

   "You will drive to the police station and take off your clothes, then
jerk off on the front lawn," Dani interrupted, unleashing every iota of
the power that she could garner on his mind.  The man's face went blank.
He pulled his car around Danielle's, and drove off without a word.  The
coven would just have to wait until he got out of jail.  Dani figured
she'd ask Lia to do the honors.  Lia never cared about the taste, and
Danielle was positive that the guy was going to be gross, just from the
way he looked.  She got back in her car and resumed her trip home.  God,
she needed to get in a better mood for her date with Brendan.  Brendan
was deep enough under her influence that he cut a business trip short
just to be with her that Saturday night.  She smiled in anticipation of
gaining a stronger hold on the handsome young man.  All of a sudden, Dani
remembered that Andy was going to be there, too.  She was getting tired
of having to command him to stay out of her way, and of also having to
command Brendan to not see or hear Andy.  Maybe she could--persuade--Andy
to stay away from her and Brendan...

   Andy was sitting in the kitchen when Danielle returned.  "I went to
see Gina about you," she stated.  "She said that she would get around to
that when the time was right," she explained to him.  Suddenly, she
exploded.  "Damn her!!!  Patience she says!!!  I want you out of here,
your vacation is almost over, and she still says I'm not ready!!!"  Andy
could almost see waves of anger emanating from her.  Danielle ranted and
raved about how Gina kept telling her that she was abusing the power,
wasting it, and how she needed to have more patience.  She stormed around
the house while Andy cowered, hoping that she wouldn't notice him.  "I've
got a date with Brendan tonight because _he_ came back early from his
business trip just to be with me, and she has the nerve to say that you
have to stay here."

   "You could take me back home," Andy suggested meekly.

   Danielle shook her head.  "Gina said that you _had_ to stay here with
me tonight.  I refuse to cancel my plans just so Gina can get her little
kicks out of humiliating me!  She's just probably giving me shit because
she's seven hundred years old and on the rag.  She can't get the guys any
more, and she's afraid to use her power.  Well, I'm not afraid to use my
power to get what I want."  Danielle's eyes came to rest on the
frightened Andy.  "And what I want now is for you to prepare my bath."  A
buzz hit him in the head, disorienting him briefly.  Then he started for
the bathroom.  Andy's legs locked as Danielle told him to stop.  "Say,
'Yes, Mistress Danielle.  I will obey you,' whenever I give you a command
until I come back with Brendan tonight.  And you will mean it with all
your heart and soul and devotion."  Danielle had spoken.  A loud buzzing
noise like twin propellers droned in both ears with every move Andy made.
Danielle assaulted him with her power the rest of the evening, forcing
him to be even more servile than he had been the first week.  She was mad
at Gina, and she took it out on Andy.  She sent him to the second bedroom
as she left for her date with Brendan, but was kind enough to allow him
to go to the bathroom while she was gone.

   Andy heard the front door open at about one--Danielle must have
decided to cut the date part of the evening short, he thought miserably.
He heard her giggle, and resigned himself to another night of listening
to her orgasm.  He had underestimated the depth of Danielle's contempt
for Gina's edict, her determination to make him pay for it, and her
capacity for creative cruelty.  Danielle opened his door.  "Come here,
piggie, and be quiet.  NOW."  A painful buzzing sensation tore through
his head, and he mutely followed her out to the living room, where
Brendan was sitting, already undressed.  "You will watch us, and don't
even think about jerking off," Danielle snarled at Andy.

   She made him sit and stay still on the loveseat while she showed off
Brendan's body beautiful, pointing out why Andy was inferior to him at
every extra-firm muscle she touched.  It was obvious to Andy that Brendan
spent a lot of time on his body and that Danielle held him in complete
thrall, too.  Then she performed a slow, sexy striptease just for Andy.
She had told Brendan that he wouldn't see or hear anything until she
touched him again.  He had responded, "Yes, my love."  Danielle wiggled
out of her panties, undulating provocatively.  Andy's cock grew rock hard
in the time it took her to get naked.  She then turned around and touched
Brendan.  "Brendan, you will see and hear nothing but me, and you want to
obey my every command," she cooed.  "Now, come here and show my little
piggie what he'll never get.  Eat my pussy."  Andy had a great view as
Brendan knelt and lowered his face to her muff.  His tongue ran around
the curly, dark hair, and Danielle squirmed, sighing.  Andy could see how
turned on she was, since Brendan hadn't even come close to her sex yet.
She pulled at his hair, and Brendan ran a finger around her swollen lower
lips.  Danielle's legs wriggled.

   Brendan bobbed his head, using his tongue to tap at her cunt, not
licking, just gently, rhythmically, playfully slapping at her with it.
She seemed to love this, closing her eyes as they seemed to lose focus,
and her hips jerked.  Her legs spread a little wider, and Brendan put his
finger inside.  Danielle's butt jumped off the sofa and a soft,
inarticulate cry rose from her throat.  She opened her eyes again, but
Andy knew that he was lost to her vision.  He watched Brendan's long
tongue poke into her pussy, but not too deeply.  "Ohhh-ohhhh!  Ye-e-esss,
Brenn-dannn..." was her pleased response.  "Sssuck it!  Ssssuuuckk
meeee," she pleaded.  Brendan buffeted her clit with his tongue, and it
only took a few seconds before Danielle grunted, then began a long,
warbling, "Bre-e-ennnn-daa-aa-a-a-a-aannnnn!!!"  She had a loud, hip-
shaking, gasping, sobbing orgasm that sent more blood to Andy's already-
engorged dick.  The frenzied shaking of her hips gave way to short,
purposeful thrusts.

   "Ohhhh, you're soo-o-o-o-ooo goo-o-o-o-oodddd," Danielle whined.  Then
she yelped when her lover circled her cunt with his elongated tongue.
His head pushed between her legs, obscuring Andy's view, but he could
tell by her reaction that Brendan's tongue was buried as far as it would
go.  Brendan slurped loudly at Andy's dream girl, sending her into orbit,
and Andy had to watch.  His cock pushed insistently at his boxers, the
opening in the wrong position to allow his turgid organ free.  Tears ran
down his face.  Once again, Danielle had forbidden him to make any noise.
She finally pushed Brendan's head away, lazily, leisurely after what
seemed like forever.  He had left her breathing loudly, heavily.  "Oh,
yea-a-ahhh," Danielle purred, eyes on fire after she had recovered.
"Brendan, sleep."  She turned to Andy.  "I _bet_ this turns you on.  I
know you dream about this all the time."

   Brendan climbed on top of her when she roused him from his unnatural
unconsciousness.  He grunted as he slowly, completely, entered Danielle.
Andy's cock ached badly.  Danielle sighed happily, and her legs stretched
out, almost leisurely, before wrapping around Brendan's firm ass.  His
hips rose and lowered in quick rhythm, since Danielle kept him from
making long strokes with her leg lock.  "Uhh-uhh-uhhh..."  She whimpered
in rhythm with the end of each of his downward thrusts.  He snorted, his
breathing becoming louder as she dug her nails into Brendan's muscled
back.  "Ooohhh - ooooh - ooooohhh...  Brenndannnn...  M-m-m-more!!"  It
felt great to her and Andy's cock could not move as more blood tried to
force its way in.

   "N-n-nngghhh!!!" Brendan gurgled.  His hips quivered and Danielle's
hips pumped at him with determination.  They collided forcefully; she
huffed a split-second after each soft smack.  The muscles in his body
lost all tension, and he emitted a satisfied groan; Danielle pushed him
off.  They fell to the floor, she on top of him.  Danielle looked
pointedly at Andy with a haughty expression, lowered her head to his and
their mouths met.  They shared a hot, passionate kiss for another
eternity, until she reluctantly pulled away, face flushed.  Danielle
gasped briefly for air.

   While she recovered, Danielle purred, "Sleeep...  Dream of me...  I am
the woman of your best dreams...  You won't ever resist me...  You want
to please me...  Sleeep, my, virile, devoted, lover," at Brendan.  His
eyes slammed shut, and his breathing became rhythmic and deep.  Watching
her command Brendan sent a totally unexpected, and extremely unwelcome,
twitch to Andy's rigid, painfully restrained cock.  Danielle came over to
Andy and knelt on the floor.  "Oh, my little piggie's cock is just
begging for attention," she breathed in a sexy, singsong voice.  Andy's
eyes pleaded with her.  "Does my little piggie want to come?  Does he
want his mistress to touch his piggie little cock so he can come?"  She
moved her fingertips closer, stopping a scant few inches from the legs of
his boxers.  Leaning forward, she purred, "Maybe I'll kiss it.  Would you
like that?"  Andy's nuts felt like a rope had been tied around them and
pulled.  He rolled his eyes, begging for her to do something.
"Danielle's going to kiss it and make it better," she cooed, leaning
closer and pursing her lips in anticipation.  "NOT!" she snorted, then
bounced to her feet and walked away briskly.  "Come light my cigarette,
piggie," she buzzed, standing by the hallway.  Andy limped over to her
and performed the service.  "Now go to bed, and you can't jerk off."  She
grinned, "I don't want cum stains on my sheets."  The bitch was
definitely heartless as well as merciless.  Andy lay awake with
throbbing, bright blue balls the rest of the night while Danielle loudly
played with her Brendan puppet across the hall.

   Andy heard him leave at about eleven the next morning.  Danielle came
in the room.  "Don't make any noise today.  I'm going to sleep," she
said, ignoring his rising cock.  "Unplug the phones, and--don't bother
with lunch."  She smiled, the hint of fantastic sex still in her eyes,
and said, "Respond happily, slave."  Danielle forced her desire into
Andy's body, mind, and soul.

   "Yes, Mistress Danielle.  I will obey you always," he replied,
devotion and the urge to fawn at her feet competing for top spot in his
soul.  Andy went to the bathroom and took a hesitant nap, not wanting to
sleep through his mistress' awakening.  She stirred, and he kissed her
feet repeatedly as she drank the coffee he had brought her.  She
instructed Andy to cook dinner for three; Brendan was coming over.  She
removed some of the more excessive compulsions she had placed in his
mind, and told him to corroborate anything she said about him at dinner.
Andy was to stay in the kitchen except when serving them.  Danielle
explained his presence to Brendan as "a prize from an auction for charity
at work.  I decided to use my catered evening up for you."  Brendan was
impressed by the meal, but his thoughts increasingly turned to Danielle
as the night went on.  Andy heard him ask her when he would be leaving so
they could be alone.  Andy's heart sank.  Danielle replied, "There's
nobody here except us, Brendan."

   The dining room suddenly got _very_ quiet.  "Now, you are very, very
horny.  And you will please me, because I am the woman of your dreams.
You must please me, for I am your longest, greatest, deepest love."
Danielle focused her power at Brendan.  She was already wet with
anticipation.  She smiled as she remembered the first time she saw him,
at Luke's.  The power had made it easy for her to take him away from the
big-boobed blonde he had been talking with.  Now, Danielle was working on
making him fall in love with her; with the power it was a sure thing, he
would have no choice.  A tingle shot through her as she remembered her
first introduction to Brendan's long tongue.  "You live to please me
because you love me," she throatily commanded the man of her dreams.

   "Yes, my love.  I... live to... please you.  I... will...  make...
you... happy," Brendan replied.  A pause, then, "Ohhh, gawwwddd... Dan-
yelllllll...  I... shit... gotta have you," he gasped.  He was erect, and
clothes flew in all directions.  Danielle spread her legs for Brendan's
cock.  Her back arched as he met her sensitive outer folds.  She thrust
her hips forward, pushing his wonderful cock into her.  Everything was
wonderful about Brendan...  He finished his first, easy thrust with a
groan, and the noise made Dani's clit throb pleasantly.

   She felt him, slick and moving inside her--too fast.  Danielle wrapped
her legs around his firm ass and squeezed to slow him down.  She had
forgotten to command him to go slowly before he entered her, and now she
couldn't concentrate enough to...  "Oh, shit Brendan!!!" she yelped, her
brain on fire, throwing words out at random.  They were connected now,
Brendan pushing at her, she clawing at him, the pressure building quickly
in her core.  "Ohhh--ohhhh--ohhhh," she panted, unable to keep quiet as
she began to lose... control... of... her... body...

   Danielle's clit felt as if it had expanded to encompass her entire
self.  When the pressure broke, it washed her consciousness away, leaving her
blissfully unaware of Brendan's impending ejaculation.  Her brain began to
function again just as Brendan gurgled, "I'm cummm-innnngghhhh!!!!"  Dani
sensed the wet warmth bathe her inner, most special places, and she
luxuriated in the feeling of Brendan's cum, and the aftermath of her orgasm.
Brendan's frantic thrusts gave way to weak wiggles and he groaned.  She
felt... very good.  "Brenn-dann," she softly purred, "suck my pussy.  You
know how I like it, my lover."  Dani gave him a forceful push with her power,
cutting short his post-orgasmic stupor.  Brendan shifted position and started
teasing, gentle licks at Danielle's still-swollen pussy lips.  God, he turned
her on...  She sighed deeply, then said, "Lick deeeeep..."  He responded,
digging his long tongue into Dani's cunt.  Ooooohhh, he's cleaning his cum
out, she thought, and her body quivered with excitement.  "Suck my pussy!"
she eagerly encouraged, commanding him before she lost control again.

   Brendan made a loud, smacking, sucking sibilation between her legs,
vibrating her pussy lips and clitoral hood, driving a sharp electric
charge through her body.  His tongue penetrated her again and again...
Dani's hips started to move again, and her clit swelled rapidly, leaving
its hiding place.  Brendan worked his tongue skillfully around her
opening.  Dani's vision blurred before her eyes rolled up in her head.
She stopped breathing because her chest muscles wouldn't move and then
there was a rocking sensation between her legs and she simply exploded,
ceasing to exist except as a widely scattered series of nerve impulses.
Her hips were bucking sharply and her toes were curled when she started
breathing again.  Ripples of pleasure sizzled through her, so intense
that it started to hurt after a while.  "Brendan, sto-o-o-oppp..."  Dani
felt a twinge of regret as his head pulled back slowly, robotically.
Brendan blinked, and Danielle kissed him quickly, driving her tongue deep
into his mouth in urgent circles.  She pulled back.  "Brendan, my love,
you love me with all your heart and soul," she commanded, willing her
edict into his mind and soul.

   Brendan's face cleared, becoming more relaxed, and his eyes glowed.
"Yes... I... I... I... love you, Danielle," he stuttered.  Danielle
smiled, and she realized that she was beginning to get aroused again.
But it was getting late on Sunday night, and she knew that she'd never
make it to work if Brendan stayed the night.  More importantly, she
wasn't sure that her soon-to-be-fiance could afford to miss a day of
work, and his good job and income were too important to risk for one
extra night of passion.  They dressed and kissed goodnight for five
minutes before she ruefully let him leave.  It was too bad that tomorrow
was a work day.

   Work.  Andy.  She was startled into action, heading into the kitchen,
where he was sulking at the table.  Dani frowned.  "Tomorrow we both have
to go to work.  I will take you to and from the train station; wait for
me in your office after work."  Andy nodded as if what she had just said
had been unnecessary.  She seized his mind, concentrating fully.  "You
will tell no one of your situation; you had a pleasant vacation, just
like you had planned.  You will never call me mistress in public, do you
understand?"  She looked at Andy.  If _anybody_, especially Gina, found
out what she was doing with Andy...  "You will tell _no one_ anything
that has happened while you are here."  She forced the directive into his
very being as she spoke.  Danielle stopped for a moment and looked at the
expression on his face.  He wasn't being very enthusiastic about this.
Time for an attitude adjustment.

   Andy belatedly realized what was going on in Danielle's mind.  He
began to force a quick false smile to his lips, but it was too late.  "I
command you to be pleasant around me, slave, no matter who I'm fucking.
Kneel and kiss my feet, then you can go to bed after I've retired,"
Danielle ordered.  That should do it, she thought with satisfaction.

   Andy responded perkily with, "Yes, mistress, I obey your every
command."  He watched himself follow her instructions to the letter,
wanting to puke at the sound of his artificially cheerful voice fawning
over her.  He had had more than enough of being Danielle's houseboy.

                                 The Coven

                                  Lessons

   Andy's purgatory trials seemed to ease when he returned to work.
Danielle was a little less demanding.  Andy still had to kiss her feet and
have her morning tray ready when she got up, but she made allowances for
the fact that he was back at work, acknowledging that certain appearances
had to be kept.  They would go to work together, and she would stop by his
office to wait for him at the end of her day.  He would always carry her
things, of course, but to everybody on the outside it appeared to be a
budding relationship.  They always sat next to each other on the train
unless it was full, then she would sit.  This chivalrous behavior caused
more than one woman to remark, "How sweet!"  Both of them would smile, but
Andy would be thinking, "If you only knew..."  Evenings, Danielle let him
off easy.  Andy only had to cook dinner, clean the kitchen afterwards, and
draw her bath.  She didn't bother him for the tiny tortures she had
reveled in during the previous two weeks.

   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.
Danielle 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.
Andy 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_."  Andy's 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.  Andy's hands and legs
twitched, and the buzzing softened.

   "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."  Andy's 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, and his mind was no longer partially blank.  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, Andy would have thought that
Danielle 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?"  Danielle and Andy 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.

   Andy 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 Andy in conversation and left.  It was
after midnight before the door opened again.  Andy 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."  Andy 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 Andy, and asked him to tell her about it.
He opened his mouth and nothing came out.  Andy 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?" Gina queried.  Andy couldn't even say yes or no to that,
which answered the question quite well.  Danielle's power must still be
growing...  Gina 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.  Gina
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 Andy.  "She's _much_ more
powerful than I thought," Gina remarked aloud to herself, after a brief
contemplation.  At that, Andy's 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...  Andy'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...  Gina 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.  Gina 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 room's furniture and
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...  Andy 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 on Andy, so she
began to stimulate Andy's mind directly.  This time, she specifically
targeted his libido.  "Relax..."  His cock pushed at his trousers.  "Let
me... excite you."  Gina 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," Gina said as
she pulled off his shirt.  Andy 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.  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 Andy.  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 while pulling his pants off and gave him an annoyed
look.  "All the members of the coven are not svelte models.  We come in
all shapes and sizes, as do most women," she lectured.  Andy silently
reprimanded himself for letting the thought escape.  He had allowed
himself to temporarily forget that Gina 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 kinda way.  Also, she saw the lump in his pants when she walked
in the room, and she was horny.  There was something about the initiation
ceremony that always seemed to make her feel like fucking...  "It's my
weight, right?" Andrea asked in her best sexy low voice.  "Well, I'm going
to make you forget about that."  Andy stared at her with disbelief on his
face.  Andrea concentrated, bombarding Andy's 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 soo-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.  Andy's cock began to lengthen again,
and Andrea 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 Andrea's
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," Andrea 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.  Andrea didn't have to wait
long at all as Andy climbed on top of her and probed for the magic opening
with the tip of his cock.  She was very wet, and he slid in with ease.
Her contralto involuntarily went up three octaves, and a long moan passed
her lips.  Andy's 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 quietly said.  She didn't need to use any power, that was
for sure.  Andy's hips lowered slowly, and he almost passed out from the
intense sensation of Andrea's warm, wet insides closing around his cock.
She wiggled underneath him, and 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, and his
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 and gave a little grunt as she thrust her wide, wide hips
forward.  Her pussy sucked at his cock, pulling him in.  Andy's hips
pushed farther 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.
Andy's body tingled and burned with the sense of rising excitement, but he
felt a long way away from the peak, and suddenly realized that this
experience was going to last.  He shuddered in ripples buried inside of
Andrea's churning, gripping, pulling, slippery womanhood.  And nothing
twitched.  NOTHING.  Andy was gasping for air on top of this sweating,
fleshy, fat witch, and he was still absolutely rigid, and 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...
Andrea's tongue flailed away in his mouth, around his face and neck; her
hips shook like jello, but she drove herself at Andy, 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, and 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 Andy 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.
Andy kissed her, wet, and 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 Andrea 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 Andy 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, and
it broke his fascinated, self-absorbed reverie.  She gave him one last
special smile before turning to Gina.  "Your ladyship," Andrea said
formally, then left the room.  Andy 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, 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.  Gina
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, and made him feel as if he was going to explode.  The
world started to dance around him, and 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, and 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!  Andy
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," Gina 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.  Gina 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, and instinctively shook his head to clear the cobwebs; there
weren't any.  He looked at the flowing white all around him and was
relieved 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.  Andy 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.  Andy 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 Andy remembered something
that Gina 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 Andy's
(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 Andy was going to let himself be a
leisurely meal for a succubus.  He hoped she'd choke on it.  The anger
gave him purpose; it now burned white-hot and molten at Andy's core,
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