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. Andy 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. Andy 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, and Andy 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, calm 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. Another few steps, and the sensation intensified, 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 the flame at his core, and he was completely at her mercy. It had been so easy for her to rob Andy of his motivation and will. Even that knowledge failed to reignite 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. Gina stopped the stimulation of Andy's brain, and let the anger she had absorbed from him flow out of her. Such passion... Andy 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 ever before; he had been too angry for gentler persuasion. Unfortunately, if she had to prolong that stimulation, he'd need at least eight hours of sleep, and a big meal when she stopped. Andy nodded slowly, still slightly addled. Gina inhaled, 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." Gina pouted. "I even let you see what it looked like. I thought you might like to see how pretty 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 while he thought about what Gina had just said for a few seconds. Then he ran through everything else he had managed to figure out about the coven and something didn't add up. He hesitated before asking the next logical question. "But if that's true, then why do people die?" Everything that Gina had just said didn't make 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 and wondered 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. Andy 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," Gina said, a smile crossing her face. "Even I have trouble telling them apart." The Coven Lessons (continued) They went to the bedroom after lunch, instead of the library. "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, which would allow for repeated instruction. 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. Andrew's 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 Andrew 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. Andrea's 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. While last night had been _very_ good, and surprisingly close, now he was attuned to her. Andrea had had only one experience with a man who was completely, reciprocally open to her, but it had been _incredible_. She looked at Andy, 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 Andy's 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. Their lips crashed and sealed, their tongues sliding, intertwining, circling. Her large body radiated heat. Andrea flooded Andy's mind with her desire. She was very attracted to Gina's current favorite; and grateful that Gina was unselfish. She stroked Andy's body softly with her hands, then rolled him on top of her and grabbed his cock, running her balled hand lightly along his full length. He moaned into her mouth and she broke the kiss, gasping. Andrea guided his erection to her entrance. Andy kissed her again, greedily sucking on her sweet tongue as she whimpered. Andrea's hips jerked, urging him to penetrate her. She grabbed his face and whipped her tongue into a frenzy of renewed activity. Her whimpers became rhythmic, guttural, higher-pitched imploring moans. He pushed into her and Andrea's cunt pulled at his cock, drawing him all the way into her. Andrea felt--complete. Andy thrust at her energetically, enthusiastically, any concern about her obesity dissipated in the heat of their lust. Andrea gasped and her body jiggled as his hips pistoned continuously, pulling his cock almost all the way out before their bodies crashed together. "Ohhh... Ohhhhh... Ye-e-e-essss!!!" Andrea's soprano-voiced approval signaled the start of her orgasm and her fingers pressed into Andy's back as she vibrated for a few seconds. He stopped thrusting and felt the tingle of approaching orgasm stay out of reach. Andrea's breathing resumed and the tension in her body vanished very slowly. Andy started to pump at her some more. "No," she gasped, "notyet - toosensitive." He lay on top of his red- haired lover, still fully erect, buried completely inside her while she stroked his back, neck and face, brushing his face and chest with her lips. The wonderful, warm, silken feel of Andrea's cunt paled in comparison to the sense of her loving, passion-driven care. Her green eyes narrowed sultrily, filling again with hunger of the intimate kind. "Slowly," she whispered before pulling his head back to hers'. Their faces melted together in a slow, loving kiss, making his cock grow a little more. Andy began to grind at her and Andrea's hips responded with a perfect counter rotation. "Mmmmffffff!!!" she said, interrupting their kiss with the urgent grunt into his mouth. Her eyes went wide at her body's sudden development of its' own mind. "Ohhhh... Gawwwwdddd..." Andrea moaned in her contralto, pelvis rotating, scraping her curly red muff against his curly black-haired pubic bone. Andy's brain was beginning to lose its coherence. He was registering pleasure beyond any experience he'd ever had. Everywhere his skin touched Andrea sent powerful surges of liquid energy through his core; he buried his mouth at her chest to stifle the loud cry that spontaneously erupted from deep within. Andrea's pussy fibrillated briefly and she stopped breathing for an instant, her mind scattered hopelessly, wonderfully. She gave a soft, contented sigh and her chest resumed its rise and fall. All the while, their hips rotated counter to each other. Andy moaned loudly as his cock quivered and the tingle intensified and spread through his body in an instant. Andrea pushed her hips even harder at him; they kissed and their bodies rubbed together frantically, the sense of touch driving their pleasure to higher peaks, and their movements lost all coordination. Andrea and Andy sighed together, sharing a final deep, long, kiss before he pulled out of her. Andy looked at the half-lidded green eyes in her chubby face, framed by the straight red hair, and kissed her again, deeply. A gentle push from Andrea kept him from trying to enter her again, which was what he _really_ wanted to do. Andrea was sexy and he wanted her. "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 Andrea and he made love? A flash of lightning illuminated the other two figures in the bed. Andrea rose and switched on the light as thunder cracked nearby. Andy's 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; Andy felt feverish, and it grew worse. *** Gina had told her that Andy's life essence was special. Andrea carefully followed the instructions that Gina had given her to view it. His physical form seemed to vanish. Andrea watched the swirling blue light that was Andy dance faster; she guessed that it was a result of Gina bottling up his orgasm. But he was so pretty... Andrea turned and looked at Gina pleadingly, not daring to speak to the coven leader. Andy's essence belonged to Gina, and Andrea would clearly be out of place to ask. 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. Andy felt calmer, cooler, more relaxed as she leaned over him. Andrea kissed him, wet and deep after a while. "I hope you're here for a long time," she growled lewdly. "Gina, he's delicious." Gina smiled and nodded knowingly. Andy felt fine, even though Andrea had drained some more of his life force. He watched Andrea dress with regret. Gina watched her young charge as he lay naked on the bed. She scanned his thoughts, and was 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 pretty essence? She hadn't met many blues over the past four hundred years, and 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; you need to get some rest. We will dine in the private room tonight," Gina commented. She noticed whom he was paying attention to, and 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 which 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 facade. "Why, thank you, Andrew. As I said before, maybe you'll find out," Gina replied to his ensuing thought. Actually, Gina 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 Andy 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. Andrew 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. Andy glanced at Gina while he was musing, and there was that odd half-smile that always seemed to be on her face. 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; her watch seemed to be moving more slowly than usual, she noted wryly. Andy hadn't stopped trying to wear a rut in the carpet, and he hadn't said anything for a while. She watched him for a little bit longer, and decided that this routine was boring. "I am tired of watching you pace like a caged animal," Gina said. "Our dinner guest has not arrived yet, but let's go downstairs. A cocktail may do you good," she suggested. Gina offered Andy her arm, and 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 and gestured to Andy. "Come, join me, Andrew. What would you like to have?" Before he could reply, Steven walked briskly into the room. The major domo fairly glowered when he saw Andy. "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 Steven was about to be demoted. Susan could use a new toy for a while... "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. Andy was going to be a nervous wreck by dinner. Gina had allowed him to believe that he would be dining with her and Andrea. Andy opened his mouth to say something to her, but then figured that since she hadn't already commented, Gina 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, and Andy 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. Andy realized that she knew exactly what was going on in his head, and 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. Gina had given him a lighter so he could provide the courtesy. Angie would wait patiently for Andy to offer, so he didn't have to rush like a fool even though he acted like one. He was far too busy adoring Angie, and desperately tried 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 while pulling out a petite cigarette. "...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 stopped to light her own cigarette before Andy could react, then brushed his senses with the faintest touch of pleasurable arousal, leaving him speechless and thoughtless for a few instants. "...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, and the thought of the tiny 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 Andy 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 Gina would reward him with another dose of concentrated pleasure when they got to where they were going. Much to Andy's surprise, they headed upstairs to Gina's master bedroom. Angie asked Gina if she had hypnotized Andy. The pixie wondered aloud if his response had been triggered by some post-hypnotic command. "No," Andy grinned, interrupting before Gina 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 of amusement at Gina. 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, and concentrated on Angie's lesson. "Angie, what do you think of Andrew?" Gina asked as the three of them sat down on the bed. "Say for example, you've met him at a bar, and had pleasant conversation as we have had tonight." She felt Andrew 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; that was the best way to keep Angie from worrying about Andrew's feelings. It also had the benefit of looking like Gina wasn't controlling him, so Angie wouldn't get distracted. Angie watched the expression on Andy's face carefully, but it hadn't changed. 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. The pleasant haze had faded instantly, and he was now able to react to anything that happened. He was also curious about what Gina was doing, and beginning to 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 pretty 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." Andy managed not to grimace; 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 Andrew sharply, 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 from Gina 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 Andrew's 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 Andrew 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?'" The Coven Lessons (continued) 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." Angie 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 Angie'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 Andy, 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's voice 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. Gina 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 pretty 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 Andy's head. Two birds with one stone tonight, if she was lucky. And judging by Andrew's 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, Gina 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 for about a minute. "_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... _pretty_, 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." Andrew's 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 Andy could sit right next to Angie. "Lie down." Angie wrapped herself in Andy's aura, as if it were a thick, fluffy comforter on a cold night. She felt how warm, and how alive it was, then realized that Andy had indeed loaned it to her. "Relax, Drew. I have you..." Andy's brain had fogged, and his tongue thickened in his mouth. 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 Andy's billowing blue essence, weaving herself a metaphysical cocoon. "Soo-o-o warm... so peace-fullll..." 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 Andy; 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, her hazel eyes becoming 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. Andy's eyes had closed and his body showed no tension at all. She looked at her pretty blue cocoon, and pulled gently at the flowing sheet that connected him with it. Andy's 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. Andy felt so warm... so heavy... so... safe with her. He heard Angie's voice, hollow and distant. It abruptly became crystal clear. "Andy, 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...'" Andy began to chant in tandem with her, any original thought in his mind held in abeyance by Angie's 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 Andy's aura, and that she didn't really find Andy attractive. Angie was very excited, wet, and she itched between her legs. Andy's 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 inn... inn.. my power!" She stroked her clit, shuddering at the finger-induced sizzle. "I obey... my--" Angie 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 Andy'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 Andy's 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; her whole body shook and she quickly focused on him and leaned forward. Her tight pussy grabbed his cock, sliding very little. Andy pulled at her sides while he pushed his hips up. Angie thrust her hips downward at him and her clit scraped his body, then got mashed. "Ohhh... shit... I-I-I," she panted. Her pussy began to squeeze Andy's 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. Angie bounced enthusiastically, her tanned face turning redder by the second. Her breathing became erratic and then her pussy massaged him, churning, rippling along Andy's entire length, every surface, while Angie rotated her hips slowly. Andy's hips 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 Andy's hips snapped in response, stimulating her inner walls. "Ooooh! You like that!" Angie 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, and making concentration difficult, especially for Angie. Her eyes went out of focus for a few seconds on a couple of occasions. Finally, she inhaled deeply a few times, 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. Angie sucked in some more air and 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," she stated with confidence. "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. Andy's eyes were open, but Angie knew he couldn't see anything. She held him in her fingers, stripped of will, and 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 Andy's eyes shut while his whole body went slack. Except for his dick. Angie 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 Andy'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 Andrew, something special? Gina 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 Andrew fuck somebody else. Angie kept rubbing Andy's breasts. Do you feel Angie's hands, loving you the way you like to be loved?" she whispered enticingly. Andy 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 Andy's 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. "Andy... 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?" Andy 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, Andy was moving underneath her with increasing tempo. "Ohhhh... _FUCK_ me!" Angie whined. While his cock may have been having its 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 and flattened 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 Andy started short, hard, gasping, panting strokes that bounced Angie 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 Angie's 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; Angie had even taken her instruction one step further than Gina had anticipated. Gina turned her attentions to Andrew, watching his aura dance frantically. The black flecks that accented it were moving energetically, at random. He was wrapped up in intense passion with Angie, a girl from his dreams who was flesh, and reciprocating his [END]