passion.  She figured that the energy generated by this sexual encounter,
as well as the releases she hadn't allowed him to have with Andrea should
be enough to break down Danielle's barrier.  Gina reached into his head,
removing all of the barriers she had constructed since last night and
said, "Come for me, Andrew."  The blue light flared brilliantly, flooding
the room, the hall, the floor, as Andrew exploded.  The fulminating aura
blinded Gina enough that she couldn't stand to look at the metaphysical
plane for a few seconds.  She could even sense other initiates in the
castle as they were touched by a piece of Andrew's metaphysical nova.
Gina amusedly realized that she had underestimated the amount of energy he
would release by a couple of orders of magnitude.  "Oops," she said very
quietly with a smile.

                                    ***

   Andy sensed Angie's orgasm a few seconds before her internal
convulsions began.  It was a feeling he had quickly grown to appreciate
when Gina kept him from reaching orgasm without pain: his lover's ecstasy
was much more obvious, much more tangible in the absence of pre-
ejaculatory sensation.  He watched Angie's pretty face turn red, she
gurgled, and Andy got even more turned on.  Suddenly, Andy heard Gina
quietly say, "Come for me, Andrew."  His hips gave a MIGHTY buck,
unsuccessfully trying to throw the petite woman off of his cock.  He felt
every molecule of his dick vibrate, and with a loud, deep sigh, he shot a
large blob of cum forcefully into Angie's roiling pussy.  "Geee-naaaa!!!!"
Angie yelped, "he's cuuuuummminnngg!!!"  That was an understatement.
Although it hadn't hurt when Gina kept his nuts from launching cum with
Andrea, and earlier with Angie, they were certainly free to fire away now.
They lurched, making his body pulse with each throb.

   "Ohhh!  Gawd!!!"  Angie snorted.  "It's soooo... much!!"  That didn't
stop her from grinding against Andy.  She rode him as he bucked like the
mechanical bull at the country bar, but she wasn't about to let go of
_this_ one.  The tiny woman stayed on top of her no-longer-entranced
lover, squeezing at his chest, instinctively trapping her pleasure button
between their bodies.  Angie rode a high-velocity wave of orgasm longer
than she ever had, and she didn't ever want to stop...

   Andy's only external sense was the vague feeling of another presence
nearby.  His ejaculation was his world, his universe.  Each throb of his
cock burned far longer, more intensely than he could remember.  His body
would jerk and he must have been making noise, but he felt... beyond
ecstasy.  Andy thought that he was having the ultimate orgasm, during the
perfect sex act, with Angie, who was the ultimate sex partner.  And he
could just die after this and it wouldn't matter...

   "Wake up, Drew," Angie said.  She was now dressed and sitting next to
Andy's prone, naked body.  She looked down at him; he was, well... out of
it.  While she had come _real_ hard, obviously it had been even better for
him.  I wish I could read his mind, she wistfully thought.  Andy gave her
a sleepy, sincere smile.  Angie abruptly remembered her experiment.  She
leaned over him, mischief on her mind.  "How do you feel?" she playfully
asked, watching his eyes try to focus.  No, not yet...  Angie began
tracing gentle circles around his breasts.

   "I... I..."  Andy's voice trailed off, and his eyes would not focus.
He felt really... sleepy again.  His post-orgasm nap was threatening to
spontaneously resume.

   "You like this when Angie does it," she purred.  Andy wanted to say...
something... but... it... was...  "Ohhh, you're going into trance...
Angie's trance," she breathed.  "Deep as I rub...  My hands are loving
you...  and you're go-o-oing fa-a-a-arrr away...  Deeeper.... into
trance...  for Annnn-gieee...  Obey...  Angie... in warm, sooothing
trance...  Close your eyes... and sleeeep for Annn-gieeee..."

   Angie watched as Andy's eyes closed, pushed shut by her post-hypnotic
command.  She hadn't even bothered with his aura this time and he was in
trance.  This had promise.  "God, Gina... He's really under my spell."
She felt her insides quiver as she said it.  "Drew...  what do you think
of Angie?  You are in Angie's trance, and you must obey...  Tell Angie the
truth," she sang quietly.

   "Angie...  Mistress... Obey...  Beautiful...  Sexy...  Wonderful...
Love...  Angie...  Trance," Andy said, the emotions and desires she evoked
in him floating to the surface unencumbered by thoughts.

   Her insides were definitely turning liquid, and they were definitely
warm.  Drew was really UNDER HER SPELL.  "I-I think I'm getting hot
again..."  Angie took a couple of quick, deep breaths to steady herself
and calm down.  It didn't work.  She was going all gooey again...  "Oh,
Gina, can I do him again?  Please?"

   Gina looked at the sleeping Andy while Angie continued to massage his
nipples.  On the metaphysical plane, he was very, very sluggish.  "No,
Angie.  We don't want to kill him, although I suspect he wouldn't mind
dying in the middle of having sex with you," she replied.  Angie was only
half-paying attention.  The sexy young initiate was continuing the massage
that held the young man in trance, and was looking hungrily at the unaware
Andy.  "I thought you weren't sexually attracted to Andrew," Gina
commented.  Time to make a point.

   "But he's hypnotized now," Angie whined in protest.  Her eyes hadn't
left Andy's sleeping body.

   "Let him come back now, Angie," Gina cajoled.  "You can have him, or
any other willing man whenever you want.  However, this episode of your
fantasy must end now.  I've shown you another way to use the power.
Instead of commanding directly, you can find a man who is willing to trust
you with his essence.  Then you may possess him completely, body and
soul."  Of course, Andrew's willingness to surrender control to the tiny
woman had been the key to this lesson.  That would be more difficult for
Angie to find in the real world, but she had learned how to do it, and
that's what classrooms were for.  Gina paused as Angie turned to face her
directly.  The pretty girl still kept circling Andy's chest with her
hands.  "That will allow you to indulge your fantasies.  As you have seen
and felt, once Andrew became the man in your real-life fantasy, you were
quite helpless to resist.  In essence, your mind took over your body as
well as his soul, and you stopped caring about his physical assets," Gina
finished.  Angie's eyes widened with comprehension.  The lesson was over.

   "Can I--do this to him again?  I mean, will he still..."  Angie
hesitated.  She didn't want to lose Andy, just in case she couldn't
hypnotize somebody else.

   "Your post-hypnotic command will remain, if that's what you're worried
about," Gina offered.  "Please don't use it--indiscriminately, or I _will_
remove it," she warned.  "Now run along, dear.  Andrew and I have some
_private_, unfinished business."

   Angie sighed.  Half a loaf was better than none, she supposed.
Besides, she could do this to Andy again, sometime.  Hopefully soon.
"Drew?" she queried softly.  He hummed sleepily, eyes still closed.  Angie
felt a tingle of excitement, but it was plain that she was not going to
have him again.  At least not tonight.  "You will remember nothing that
you have heard since Angie has started loving you with her hands.  Do you
understand... your mistress Angie?"

   "Yes.  I... understand," he replied, eyes closed, still mesmerized.

   "Good.  Now when Angie stops loving you, you will return from Angie's
trance, and wake up when...  Gina speaks.  What will you do the next time
Angie loves you with her hands?"

   "I... will go... deep.  Into Angie's trance," Andy said.

   Gina watched the pixie-like initiate tremble with excitement.  At times
like this, she wished she could read women's minds as well as men's.
Angie was clearly very, very aroused, and might well have fucked Andrew
into oblivion if not for Gina's presence.  With obvious reluctance, Angie
stopped her gentle caresses and turned to Gina.  "Hello, Andrew.  Welcome
back," Gina said with amusement, rousing him from his slumber.  She
browsed Andy's mind for a couple of seconds out of curiosity while Angie
leaned over and gave him a long, wet kiss.  The images from Andrew's
hypnosis were very sharp and clear.  The non-visual memories were
extremely strong, and Gina found the post-hypnotic suggestion easily.
Angie left the room flashing a happy, excited smile at him.

   "Now, you and I need to talk," Gina began, looking down at Andy.  He
opened his mouth and waited expectantly.  "Oh, no!  You're _much_ too
exhausted for that," Gina exclaimed, surprised, but _very_ pleased that he
was so eager to give himself to her.  She silently whimpered in
frustration.  "No...  I just want you to let me in.  Think about
Danielle."  As Gina had thought, the bottled energy released by Andrew's
orgasm had obliterated the wall that Danielle had constructed to keep her
deeds hidden from the outside world.  "Just relax, Andrew.  I won't hurt
you at all," she cooed.  Gina watched Danielle command Andrew from his
memories of the events.  He had kissed Danielle's feet, run all over the
house just to light her cigarettes, and been extremely servile.  She
watched in amazement at Danielle's cruel, but creative, teasing.  The
young initiate's sex drive was quite high, too.  Gina began to realize
that Danielle Gray could turn out to be worse than Lia Terry.

   Andy had gone to sleep while Gina rummaged through his completely open
memories.  She withdrew abruptly, waking him up.  "Oh!  I'm sorry," she
apologized, as confusion immediately filled his mind, surging with enough
force for her to sense it without trying.  Gina quickly slowed his higher
brain functions and cooed at him soothingly, sending him back to sleep.
"I'll explain tomorrow," she gently told her young charge, more as a
reminder to herself, since Andy was asleep.  Once again, Gina had
underestimated Danielle's grasp of the power.  The young initiate was now
able to directly manipulate men's emotions.  That could have major
negative repercussions for the entire coven if something wasn't done about
it.  Whether Danielle was ready or not, it was going to be necessary to
start her training very soon.  Gina looked at Andy, and made a silent
promise to make it up to him.

                                 The Coven

                            Danielle's Weekend

   Danielle sped down the highway headed for the nightclub district in
town.  She would have about three hours to find Brendan.  Although she had
canceled her date for tonight because of Monica's initiation ceremony, the
evening wasn't going to be a total loss: she had gotten rid of Andy for
the weekend.  Danielle felt pretty good; she had fed unusually well at the
ceremony, even taking seconds.  She laughed aloud in the empty car as she
remembered Lia's expression and subsequent comment.  "Maybe we'll make a
_real_ coven member out of you after all," the vengeful blonde had said.

                                    ***

   It was now two-thirty in the morning, and Danielle had been to all of
the clubs in the district and found no sign of Brendan.  She sighed; he
must have gone somewhere else, because he hadn't been home when she
called.  She really wasn't interested in anybody else, so she hadn't paid
any attention to the men she'd seen so far.  Those who had approached had
been steered away with a shot of the power.  Dani was ready to call it a
night.  Maybe spending the night alone at home wasn't such a bad idea...
She headed for the club entrance.  As she got to the door, she was
suddenly grabbed from behind by strong arms.  "HEYYY!!!!  DANIELLE!!!"
She turned to find Chris grinning stupidly at her.

   "Oh, hi Chris," she returned without enthusiasm.  Truth to tell, even
if she had been in the mood, Chris was not somebody she'd pick.  He was
immature; his idea of a good time was getting drunk and he had no concept
of women beyond fucking, although he was very good at it.  While he had
seemed a good idea at the time, she wanted more in a man now.  Like, say,
Brendan.  Tonight, Dani just wanted to go home.

   Chris kept hugging her, and she felt the stirrings of his bulge against
her rear.  Oh, _please_...  "Missed ya, baby," he said.  Dani smelled the
alcohol on his breath.  Just what I needed, she thought, a hormonally
agitated, near-adolescent idiot.  Her distaste must have been evident,
because the bouncer at the door gave her a querying look.

   "Come on, Chris, let's--get out of the doorway," she suggested, giving
a smile to the bouncer to set him at ease.  Chris was probably fighting
drunk; that was something else he liked to do, and Danielle didn't want to
deal with it.  Chris leaned on her from behind, his bulge pushing against
her more forcefully now.  "Let _go_ of me," she quietly commanded,
reaching out with the power in her annoyance.  Chris' arms immediately
dropped, and Dani walked out of his reach.  He staggered after her.

   "If yer goin' home, can I come too?" he called loudly.  People around
them looked, causing Danielle to turn around, embarrassed.  "Hey, babe,
wait up."

   She sighed.  He was definitely too drunk to drive home.  "Come on,"
Dani said with resignation, "I'm going to drive you home.  You're drunk."
She mentally kicked herself again for making decisions based on muscles
and good looks.  Even so, what in the hell had possessed her to go out
with this asshole a _second_ time?

   "_Now_ yer talkin' babe," Chris leered, reaching for her with an
uncoordinated arm.  Danielle wasn't quite quick enough to avoid the swipe.
He pulled her roughly to him, but she was sure that it was unintentional;
Chris was more drunk than usual.  She tolerated his hold on her while they
walked to her car.  "Guess we go to yer place, huh?" he slurred when she
opened the door for him.  He seemed to be getting drunker by the minute.
Whatever he had was beginning to really kick in.  Danielle dawdled a
little outside of the car before getting in the driver's side, hoping that
Chris would pass out quietly.  She _must_ have been drunk herself last
month on those two nights...

   As soon as she climbed into the car, Chris was all over her, sloppily
kissing her face, drooling, his hands were everywhere and he was so big
that she was pinned to her seat.  "I know yer hot fer me, baby," Chris
growled.  "I got the big hard dick ya want right here.  I know how ya like
it."  He mauled her chest with his hands.  Danielle could barely breathe
there was no room in the car and Chris was all over her she couldn't think
and his hand went up her skirt she couldn't focus enough to make him stop
he was so strong pulling at her blouse...

   Danielle panicked, which was the worst thing that could have happened.
To Chris.  Dani opened her mouth when Chris gave her a savage hickey on
her neck.  He quickly tried to assault her mouth again with his.  Chris'
mouth froze a few inches from hers as she reflexively drew on his essence
to protect herself.  As a technique for stopping unwanted advances, it was
foolproof.  Dani relaxed when she no longer felt harassed, taking a deep
breath to calm down after his alcohol-and-hormone-fueled attack.

   Danielle blinked, and suddenly realized that she was alone in the car.
Chris' jeans were partially in the passenger seat and the sport shirt he
had been wearing sat on her chest.  Both the pants and shirt were empty.
Well, there was--something--left.  "SHIT!!!" she yelled, frantically
brushing the dust that had been Chris off her outfit.  His socks, full of
the same dust, were still in his shoes, which sat on the floor of the
passenger side.  Danielle was distraught; she had only wanted to take the
wind out of his sails and put Chris to sleep.  Instead, she had sucked the
life right out of him, not even leaving enough essence to hold his body
together.  If only he hadn't been so aggressive, she would have been able
to use the power to command him to stop.  Sucking the life out of him on
an impulse without caring, that was something that Lia would do, not her.
She couldn't even remember what Chris had tasted like.  Dani couldn't ever
remember it happening so fast, or without her concentrating.  Worse, that
was her _third_ of the night; she usually had trouble finishing one.

   She sat dumbly in the car for a few minutes, but decided that she had
better leave the parking lot because the clubs were closing soon, and then
too many people would be around.  What was happening to her?  Why did she
kill Chris?  It wasn't like she hadn't fed that night; she hadn't even
been hungry.  She drove to a nearby deserted area and dumped Chris'
clothes and dust, then headed for an all-night diner.  Danielle needed to
think, but her mind was all confused.  By the time she got to Denny's,
Danielle had started to feel... sort of good, actually.  She felt kind of
warm.  After all, Chris had been an accident; it wasn't like she went
looking for him.  She sat in an unoccupied booth and ordered coffee,
feeling strangely alert despite the late hour.  A pair of young couples
walked in, laughing quietly among themselves.  Dani didn't notice until
the waitress asked her if she would mind moving to the counter.  "Oh--
what?  Sure," she replied distractedly.  The warm feeling she had noticed
earlier was still strong, aided by the coffee.

   She picked up her coffee and sauntered towards the counter.  Dani froze
when she saw a man sit down in the middle of four empty seats.  He had
black hair tied in a neat ponytail and a thick moustache.  His shoulders
were wide, and Danielle could see that he was about Brendan's height,
maybe even a little taller.  An urge flashed through her, raising the
temperature in her veins, and it definitely wasn't the coffee.  He was
handsome, young and strong.  Danielle suddenly felt... sexy.  Very sexy.
She moved graciously now, light on her feet, and slid into the stool next
to him.  "Do you have a light?" she asked, voice quiet and throaty.  The
young man took one look at her and produced a lighter.  "Thank you," she
exhaled, leaning against the back of the counter seat.  She crossed her
legs leisurely and took another slow drag.  "I'm Danielle," she declared,
a lustful challenge in her newly acquired husky voice.  She narrowed her
eyes purposefully as she leveled her gaze at the man.

   "My name's Darrell.  I'm a bartender at the 19th Hole," he answered,
letting a note of interest fill his response.  It had been a long, slow
night at the club, but this woman might just make up for it.  He let his
eyes slide discreetly over her legs, then quickly resumed looking at her
face.  Great legs.  "Had a good night, Danielle?"

   "Not really."  Dani shifted position on the seat, casually dragging on
her smoke before tilting her head back to exhale.  She arched her back
slightly as she did it, pushing her breasts at Darrell.  "I was looking
for somebody but--"  She tossed her head.  "I haven't found him..."  There
was the briefest of long pauses.  "Yet," she finished, returning her
smoldering eyes to his face.

   Darrell fought the urge to shift in his seat.  "Well," he began,
"Danielle, what makes you think you would find him at a Denny's?"  He
wanted to believe what he was seeing and hearing, but it had to be too
good to be true.  Danielle's body language was saying, "Fuck me.  I'll be
the best you've ever had."  The way she was looking at him was making him
more than a little horny, but he successfully suppressed his erection.  A
little caution never hurt.  She could be one of those weird chicks who
liked to leave guys high and dry.  But damn, she was hot!

   "Because there's no telling where a girl might get--lucky."

   That did it.  Darrell could hardly restrain himself from grabbing her
and kissing her right there at the counter in--Denny's, for chrissakes!
But still, better safe than sorry.  "If you think positive like that, you
will get lucky," he said smoothly.  "Especially as beautiful as you are,"
he continued.  Flattery was always good.  He assumed his best nonchalant
air (under the circumstances--Danielle was making it awful difficult to
play it cool) and added, "You never know.  A guy like me could ask you for
your phone number."

   "How about--"  Dani took a final drag and crushed her cigarette out.
"_Your_ place," she said, leaving absolutely no sign that it was to be
considered a question.

   Darrell recovered from the shock quickly.  Shit, he had to have this
woman.  Caution be damned, that's what rubbers are for.  Besides, what are
the odds that she's a maniac killer?  "I'll pick up the coffee."  He waved
to the waitress.  "Nothin' for me tonight, Linda."  She waved back, and
Darrell left a couple of dollar bills on the counter and stood up.
Danielle eased off of her perch, moving gracefully, heat implied in her
every fluid motion.  Darrell had to hold back a gasp as Danielle took a
step to him; everything she did was incredibly sexy.  Her eyes glittered
with their blue-gray sparkle, broadcasting a challenging promise he could
hear in his mind.  His pants felt a little full in front as he took her
hand.  It sent a tingle through his whole body, and he had to force
himself to walk casually, slowly out of the restaurant, leading Danielle
by the hand.  He never saw the glazed looks of hungry attention Danielle
drew from every other male in Denny's as she passed.

   "I'll follow you," Danielle purred when they got outside.  She was very
excited by her catch.  Her panties were beginning to moisten in
anticipation.  She blew Darrell a kiss, causing him to bump into a parked
car as he headed across the lot.  Dani had no problems following him to
his apartment.  He was waiting for her outside his car after she had
parked a few cars down the street.  She grabbed Darrell's head and pulled
his mouth to hers and they kissed passionately on the street.  His tongue
sent little electric shocks through her, his body felt so alive, and he
tasted wonderful.  She pushed him against the side of his car and drove
her tongue into his mouth again.  Danielle pressed herself against him and
his erection, warm and vibrant, pushed back at her through his pants.

   Darrell broke the second kiss gasping for air.  He already knew that
they weren't going to make it to the bedroom, but if Danielle kept this
up, they might not even make it inside.  He saw her close her eyes and she
leaned forward, mouth opening for another kiss.  Here we go again, he
thought amusedly as his lips parted...

                                    ***

   A half-hour later, Danielle was home, having completely forgotten about
the clothes left lying on the grass somewhere in the city.  She felt very
warm and cozy, and was very drowsy.  She headed for her bed immediately
after locking the door.  Danielle turned out the light, hugged her pillow
to her, and uttered a contented sigh.  She felt... very good.

   Danielle woke up the next morning feeling sort of lethargic.  She
wasn't hung over; she just felt--lazy.  In a good way.  Last night had
been a wonderful...  what exactly did she do last night???  Let's see...
left work with Andy...  Where was he anyway?  Where were her coffee and
morning cigarette?  "Andy!!!" she bellowed.  He was really going to suffer
for...  "Oh damn.  That's right.  I left him at the castle," she said to
her empty room.  A small wistfulness went through her; she missed being
pampered by her houseboy already.  On the other hand, that meant she could
use her power to the fullest on Brendan, without having to divert any to
keep Andy out of their hair.  Her insides fluttered a little at the
thought.  She got up and called Brendan, getting a little frustrated when
he didn't answer the phone.  She later remembered that he had been
scheduled to play golf that morning.  It was a career move: his foursome
included his boss and boss' boss.  Dani wanted her fiance to make a good
impression with the higher-ups.  Well, he's not my fiance yet, but he will
be, she silently reminded herself.

   By six o'clock that evening, Danielle still hadn't done much of
anything.  The lethargy that she had arisen with had settled in over her
like a thick, heavy fog for the duration of the day.  She hadn't had much
enthusiasm for doing anything, and Andy wasn't there to do anything for
her.  Dani didn't feel like cooking; it had been so long since she had to
that she didn't care to, so she called out for pasta instead.  "OK, so you
miss him," she admitted to the furniture.  "He'll be back on Sunday
night."  When the pimply-faced delivery boy didn't even give her a second
look, Danielle decided that she had better get something accomplished.
First, she called Brendan.  "Yes, I want to go out tonight, too," she
cooed into the phone.  "I missed you last night, Brendan."  Danielle
stopped her batting eyelashes and giggled at his lewd reply.  "See you at-
-nine?  OK...  I love youuu," she sang through the lines before hanging
up.  Brendan hadn't proclaimed his undying love in return, but that was
OK.  He'd be saying it later.

   They went to a movie first.  Dani wanted to see a romantic flick, but
Brendan asked if she'd go to the art theater to see a foreign film.
Curious, Danielle acquiesced, and found herself sitting through some movie
she didn't understand at all, and she wasn't interested enough to read the
subtitles.  Brendan, on the other hand, seemed very interested in it.  He
was more interested in the film than in her.  "Brendan, hold me," she
pouted quietly.  His eyes were glued to the screen, so Dani repeated her
request and gave him a little push with the power.  He pulled her close
almost instantly.  She cuddled comfortably against him.  _Now_ she was
happy; the movie be damned.  After the movie Brendan asked her if she'd
like to go to a coffee house instead of the usual nightclub, but Danielle
felt like dancing.

   "Can't you ever slow down?" Brendan asked jokingly.  "How about trying
to spend a quiet Saturday night--for a change?  I like being with you,
Dani, but just for tonight, how about us doing something--"

   "That I want to do?" she finished, concentrating, and sending her
request into Brendan's mind.  "You're so sweet, doing what I want to do
for tonight.  Thank you, Brendan, you make me so happy."  He looked
slightly confused for a few seconds, as if he was trying to remember
something.  That was odd.  He never seemed to be confused before.  Dani
focused on him, using more of the power.  "You want to take me dancing at
Carson's.  Because you love me, and you want to make me happy."

   "Yes," Brendan said absently, his jaw twitching.  Then his face
abruptly cleared.  "Danielle, let's go dancing tonight.  Say at...
Carson's."  She smiled at him.  "I thought that might make you happy," he
grinned.  "C'mon sweetie, let's go."  Brendan gave her a quick peck on the
cheek before they went to his car.  Danielle returned his peck after they
got in, and then they kissed deeply, necking in the parking lot for a
minute.  "Danielle, I love you," Brendan sighed.  She felt the flutters in
her stomach, and the clingy sensation that meant she was getting wet.
Danielle wanted this man.  Badly.

   When they got to Carson's, Brendan bought drinks and they watched the
band for a bit.  Eventually, Danielle dragged him out on the floor,
ignoring his mock protests.  After a few songs, (they _finally_ played a
slow one!) the pair returned to their table.  "Brendan love," she gently
said, "I'm going to the ladies' room.  Be a dear and get me another white
wine, please?"  He assented eagerly, and they went their separate
directions.  When Danielle returned, she found the man of her dreams
hugging another woman.  "I'm back," she announced, unable to keep the
slight chill out of her voice.

   Brendan didn't seem to notice the cool tone.  "Hi Dani, this is Juliet,
my boss' daughter."  Danielle appraised her--competition.  Juliet was
gorgeous, by any standard.  She was slender with thick red hair that came
to her shoulders, and a healthy, although not too obvious, chest.  Juliet
smiled at her, and Dani sensed that the other woman was used to being rich
and beautiful, and didn't flaunt it; it just--was.  Danielle may have been
no slouch in the looks department, but Juliet was stunningly attractive.
As she glanced around, Dani saw at least twenty guys who were watching the
red-head's every move with feigned non-interest.

   "Hi, Danielle," the woman said in a high-pitched, but not harsh voice.
Great.  She even _talks_ like a fuck-me doll.  For some reason, Dani
immediately got _very_ jealous, even though she knew that Juliet's money
and sex appeal could not compete with her and the power.  The thought
settled her down enough to not scratch Juliet's eyes out.  "Brendan's told
me about you," Juliet bubbled pleasantly.  "Are you going to come with him
to the company party next week?" she asked.

   Brendan's face immediately went pale.  Juliet had just given Danielle a
very valuable piece of information.  He hasn't told _me_ about any company
party...  "Yes, we'll be there, Juliet," Danielle quickly answered.
Brendan was positively ashen, even though his expression remained neutral.
Dani chatted idly with Juliet for a while.  The red-head was no real
threat to her, and seemed friendly and pleasant enough.

   As for Brendan, he kept his mouth shut while the two women gossiped.
He was dreading the pending discussion with Danielle.  His plans to go
solo to the party and get together with Juliet, who was also going to be
unaccompanied, were dead unless he--broke up--with Danielle.  He felt a
little bit of regret as he watched the two women chatter away.  Danielle
was pretty, and she had great legs.  She obviously wanted to be with him,
maybe a little too much.  Dani was also great in bed, enthusiastic,
energetic, and always seemed to be hot for him.  Juliet was an entirely
different matter; she was his boss' daughter, and she was gorgeous.  His
boss had told him that Juliet would not have a date for the party next
week during their round of golf that morning.  He had also dropped hints
that Juliet would not be unhappy if Brendan were to arrive without a date.
So, Brendan knew that the red-head was interested in him; he hoped that
Juliet wouldn't be as fanatical about him as Danielle.  Juliet stood up to
leave their table, interrupting Brendan's thoughts.  He swallowed hard
before saying, "Bye, Juliet."  There was only one thing that he could do.
It was the night he was going to have _that_ talk with Dani.  The two were
silent for a few seconds, then Brendan gathered his courage and gently
said, "Dani..."

   "Brendan, you will take me to the company party," she interrupted.  He
gaped at her in shock, and Danielle focused again, hitting Brendan with
more than a mild dose of the power.  She was pissed that he had tried to
hide something like that from her.  "I am your girlfriend," she resumed,
forcing her desire at the young man.  "You love me, and there's nobody
else you'd _ever_ consider taking."

   Brendan had a headache all of a sudden; his skull seemed to vibrate,
leaving a resonating buzzing noise in his ears.  Danielle...  I...
Juliet...  other people...  His thoughts refused to gather, and he had
trouble concentrating amidst the hubbub in the packed nightclub.
Juliet...  I...  break up...  His head began to really hurt.  Other
people...  Danielle...  No one else but Danielle.  He looked at the
beautiful, enchanting brunette across the table: his girlfriend.  Brendan
smiled at her, and the pain in his head, along with the buzzing of his
skull diminished as he realized just how much he loved her.  "Danielle, I
love you," he said.  "Will you go with me to the company party next week?
I'm sorry I didn't ask before, somehow, I guess... it musta slipped my
mind."

   Dani smiled.  Juliet's fuck-me ways were no match for the power at all.
Still, it was better to make sure.  She got up, walked over to Brendan and
draped her arms across his shoulders from behind.  Leaning forward, she
effectively cradled the back of his head in her cleavage.  With a quick
nibble on his ear, she whispered, "Take me home.  Now.  I'm ready, and I
want you."  She lightly tongued his ear lobe and neck for added effect.
Dani felt him shiver, and knew that he would give her the answer she
wanted.  They left Carson's in a big hurry.  The return trip to Danielle's
house was eerily quiet, and seemed to take forever.  That was a very good
sign.

   Danielle attacked Brendan as soon as her front door closed.  "Yow!
Dani--take it easy," Brendan said in a quiet voice.  There was a little
bit of fear in his statement.  What had gotten into her?  She was being a
little more--no, a _lot_ more--aggressive than usual.  Danielle hadn't
quite seemed the same since they had run into... Juliet.  Juliet...
Juliet...  Party...  Gorgeous...  Brendan shook his head to try to slow
down his thoughts, which were moving too quickly for him to get a hold of.
Wait.  He was at Dani's place.  What was he doing here anyway?
"Danielle... stop," he requested, gently holding the sexually aggressive
woman off with extended arms.  He took a deep breath.  "I think we need to
talk," Brendan said firmly.

   Dani stared at him in disbelief.  She had spent the ride home in
anticipation of Brendan's wonderful body entwined with hers.  They had
kissed passionately not more than thirty seconds ago, and she had fondled
his cock through his pants.  She glanced down.  Brendan was not erect.
She was wet and willing, and he was... her fiance-to-be was--resisting
her???  She brought all her command of the power to bear on him.  "You
want me because you love me and you will be with me," she sternly ordered.

   Brendan had been contemplating what he was going to say to Danielle.
She wasn't going to like this, but I'd really like to see if anything can
happen between Juliet and me...  Suddenly, he had a headache again, and he
thought somebody was using an industrial sander nearby.  Damn, I hope I
don't get these headaches around Juliet.  Dani, I want to see other
people, that's all you have to say.  A brilliant white light flashed
behind Brendan's eyes, and the pain intensified to his senses for a
microsecond.  Ju... li...

   "Fuck me now, Brendan," Dani cooed, having used the power to send him
into his loving slave state.  She eagerly took his shirt off, then noticed
that he wasn't helping.  This was not good; was he still resisting?  He
never had before.  She looked up at his face, and it was frozen, as if he
were about to say something.  Gee, she must have pushed too hard.  Still,
he was now her slave.  "Get undressed."  His hands moved quickly and he
was standing naked in front of her.  Just--standing there.  Danielle's
frustration was mounting.  "Sit on the couch and let me undress for you."
He obeyed woodenly.

   "You love me, don't you Brendan?" Dani said.  No response.  "Tell me
you love me," she requested, with a coy smile.

   Brendan's reply was flat and emotionless.  "I... love.. you."

   Danielle sighed loudly in exasperation.  "No, I mean, you really love
me, with all your heart and soul, Brendan.  Everything I do excites you to
the utmost, because I am your, truest, deepest love."  She called on every
last bit of power she could muster to make sure that Brendan obeyed this
particular command.  He sat on the sofa, eyes glued to her.  Dani grinned
and began to sway in front of him.  The last time she had stripped, it had
been to torture Andy, and he had gotten really hard, really fast.  She
hoped that it would have the same effect on Brendan.

   First, she slid her dress off of her shoulders, left, then a slow,
undulating spin, and let it sli-i-ide to the floor.  Now, the right
shoulder, a circular wiggle, and--it's over her shoulder.  Danielle
shimmied to the floor, and her dress went with her.  She undulated back to
a standing position, leaving the dress heaped around her ankles.  Raising
one of her firm, trim, bare thighs high, she stepped out of the heap, then
kicked the dress away.  Dani extended her arms, flicking her wrists to add
a flourish as she arched her back a little.  Her eyes were closed, and her
breathing had become a little shallow.  She popped the snaps on her bra
and rolled her shoulders energetically.  The bra fell to the floor and
Danielle's breasts jiggled as she moved.  The only remaining item of
clothing left on her were her wet, silken panties.  Danielle was too
turned on to be able to wiggle out of them provocatively; she just pulled
them off, losing her stripper's air for an instant, but then waved them
around in the air.  She opened her eyes.  Brendan was ogling her body, his
cock erect, but he was still sitting on the sofa.

   "So you want me to come to you," she growled seductively and straddled
him, putting his wonderful cock at her ready entrance.  Danielle lowered
herself onto him with a long, deep, happy sigh.  Her hips began to move
immediately as her insides closed around Brendan's dick.  "Ummm," she
moaned, her eyes closing again, helping herself get lost in the sensations
of penetration and gentle inner stimulation.  She bounced on his lap
eagerly, his rigid cock filling her to the exclusion of all else.  Dani
felt her stomach clench; ohgodshewasreadysofastand...  The universe
vanished around her, trapping her in a wonderful void where only she, her
body and pleasure existed.

   The world came back into view, and Danielle felt so alive; all of her
senses seemed to be extra-sharp.  She wrapped her arms around Brendan's
neck and kissed him.  He didn't return the passion.  Dani stopped humping
him, and once her body stopped tingling, she realized that Brendan was
still just sitting on sofa.  He had been nothing more than a human dildo.
What was going on here?  "Brend-a-a-an," she whined seductively.  He was
still erect inside of her, but showed no other signs of life.  "Oh, _love_
me!" she ordered in frustration.

   "I... love... you," Brendan said.  So he was following her every
command...

   "Fuck me good, Brendan.  Long and slow, real deep," Danielle whispered,
driving her will into his mind.  His hips jerked once, driving his cock as
deeply into her as it would go.  She gasped and moaned loudly as her eyes
rolled up in her head.  Brendan pulled at her ass with his hands and
wiggled his hips, still embedded in her, and Danielle forgot all about
commanding slaves.  The stirring of Brendan inside her, the sound of their
rapid breathing, the contact of their bodies took precedence.  She pushed
her hips downward as Brendan moved languidly, all the while fully in her
cunt.  She rolled her hips in circles, twisting the wonderful cock around
moving it wherever she pleased.  The pressure began to rise, starting from
inside.  Danielle leaned forward, commanded by some small voice only she
could hear, her actions coming instinctively, hips snapping downward,
driving her clit forcefully, repeatedly, into Brendan's pubic ring.

   Danielle's body convulsed on top of him.  She knew she had screamed,
but she couldn't have stopped it as orgasm ripped her existence apart.
Her legs spasmed violently, triggering a second shock wave that went
through Brendan's body as well.  He grunted loudly, ramming up at her,
followed by a wet, warm pulse inside her.  This was her man, her love, and
his cum was hers tonight, as it would be as many nights as she wanted.
The world danced around her and she closed her eyes and collapsed around
Brendan for a little while.

   She came down from her orgasmic high slowly; Brendan's cock was once
again flaccid, and they were no longer joined.  Danielle's upper thighs
were sticky, separating from Brendan's with a quiet noise.  She was wet
all over, her hair sticking and matted to her forehead and the sides of
her cheeks.  The house felt cool.  How long have I been like this?  I knew
Brendan could fuck but--this had been fantastic.  Look at you, she mused
as she got up from the sofa, sweating, full of cum and feeling... won-
derful.  Her post-orgasmic glow vanished when she looked at Brendan again.
He was still sitting motionless on the sofa.  His glassy stare gave Dani a
bigger chill than the evaporating sweat.  It had been incredible sex, but
it hadn't been the passionate lovemaking she desired.  Danielle had just
fucked a mindless sex slave.  Despite the intensity of her orgasm, she was
even more frustrated now than she had been earlier.

   Danielle looked at her slave.  She decided to see just how mindless
Brendan was.  "Brend-a-a-aan," she sang, drawing his name out the way she
used to coerce him into something, "Come here and lick my pussy."  He was
always good at that.  She got the feeling that Brendan's condition wasn't
good when she had to repeat her request and use the power to make him
move.  He stuck his tongue out and lapped dutifully at her, like a puppy
dog, without any of the flair, creativity, or sense of emotion that had
thrilled her on numerous occasions.  "Brendan, stop."  Danielle's
imperative echoed her annoyance.  Brendan kept going.  "I said, _stop_,"
she repeated, using the power this time.  His head rose up from between
her legs, the vacant expression in his eyes haunting her.

   Brendan was *completely* hers.  "Dammit!" Danielle screamed in anger
and frustration.  This is not good.  This is not at all what I wanted.
She lit a cigarette and evaluated her thrall.  There he was, naked,
gorgeous, and at her command.  That was the problem.  She had to command
him to do _everything_, and use the power to boot.  The smile, the wit,
the personality that had been Brendan were gone.  Dani made him get
dressed, but she realized that she couldn't very well send him home in his
present condition.

                                 The Coven

                      Danielle's Weekend (continued)

   Gina.  Gina would know what to do.  Danielle picked up the phone and
hurriedly dialed the castle.  A servant answered, which wasn't surprising
given that it was about four in the morning.  She explained her problem
quickly, then became frustrated while the man waffled, finally refusing to
disturb Gina.  "Tell her it's an _emergency_."  Danielle was rapidly
losing her patience; if only the power worked over the phone.  She hung up
on him as he refused a fourth request, and decided to just go to the
castle.  Danielle dressed quickly, grabbed Brendan's car keys, and said,
"Brendan, follow me."  He fell into step behind her as she sent a small
amount of the power into him.  She even had to command him to get in the
car for the half-hour drive to the castle.

   Dani rang the bell frantically, and the night servant opened the door.
"Brendan, come in, and stand next to me."  It was getting to be a pain to
have to use the power so much.  She turned to the servant, fighting the
urge to yell for Gina in the entry hall.  "I need to speak with--"
Danielle took a breath and calmed down a little.  "--Her ladyship," she
finished.  The servant hesitated, obviously afraid to wake his employer
and mistress at five in the morning.  Danielle didn't have time for this.
She sent the man up to Gina's suite, cutting off his protest with a sharp
jolt of the power, while she waited impatiently.  Her Brendan robot stood
next to her, with no sign of any emotion.  The urge to yell for Gina
reasserted itself.

                                    ***

   Gina Mansfield sighed sleepily.  The servant had barged into her
bedroom urgently asking for her.  The commotion had awakened Andrew as
well, but she had quickly put him back to sleep.  "Tell Danielle that I
will be down presently," Gina told Charles.  She gave the frightened
servant a soft mental caress for a few seconds to ease his worry, to let
him know that his mistress understood.  It wasn't his fault.  Whatever had
agitated Danielle so had better be worth the interruption.  Gina put on a
robe and some slippers without hurry, then left the room.  She looked over
the railing from the third floor and saw Danielle and a young man she was
not familiar with.  It was easy to see Danielle's unease, even from the
third floor landing.  As Gina headed down the steps, she looked at the
young man's aura: it was a beautiful reddish-orange color, and it was
static.  Frozen.  She sighed again; this was bound to happen eventually
with Danielle.

   "Gina!!!" Dani called in relief at the sight of the coven leader.

   "Hush, Danielle," Gina returned quietly.  "There _are_ people asleep in
the castle, and sound carries _so_ well in the Grand Hall."  She wanted
this incident kept quiet.  Something like this would disturb servants and
initiates alike.  "Charles, you may go back to the office.  I will take
care of Miss Gray."  Gina made a mental note to wash this event out of
Charles' memory later in the day.  Turning to Brendan and Danielle, she
said, "The two of you follow me."

   Oh, _shit_, I'm really in for it now, Dani thought.  Then she noticed
that Brendan was already following Gina.  She quickly followed her thrall
and the coven leader up the staircase.  Danielle began to apologize and
explain simultaneously.  "I'm sorry I woke you up but I didn't know what
else to do--"

   "_Yes_, Danielle, I know," Gina interrupted sharply.  In spite of her
annoyance at the powerful young initiate, Gina was a little pleased: this
situation could probably be turned to her advantage.  The two women
entered the library, along with Brendan's ambulatory body.  "Shut the
doors, Danielle," Gina ordered as she marched over to her favorite chair
in the castle.  "Now, as for your little--problem--here," she began,
waving at Brendan.  "You have essentially taken over his mind.
Completely.  You have subjugated the core of his very being.
Congratulations, my dear," Gina said sarcastically.  "But, before you get
hysterical, it is most likely not permanent, and we should be able to cure
him."  The coven leader watched Danielle relax quite a bit.  "However, it
would be prudent if you didn't see him for a while.  About a year or so, I
would think."  The initiate's face collapsed into shock and disbelief
instantly.

   "But--but..."  What Gina had just said _couldn't_ be right.  "We were
gonna get _married_," Dani whined.  She was so close to getting Brendan to
propose...  "I mean, this hasn't happened ever before."

   With a rueful smile, Gina said, "I know.  You would have come to me if
it had.  Tell me, Danielle, whose idea was marriage?  Yours, or his?"

   "He was gonna ask soon, an' I want him _back_," Danielle whimpered,
evading the question.

   "_Whose idea was this_, Miss Gray?"  Gina reiterated, unperturbed.  "It
appears that you have been using the power in an effort to make him fall
in love with you.  My guess is--don't interrupt," she said, cutting off
Danielle's imminent protest as the initiate's face took on the "wounded
innocent" look.  "My guess is that you've been making him believe that he
is in love with you.  Now, he is not so sure about that when he's away
from you.  What has happened is that your commands are in direct conflict
with his emotions, and that is what has led to this unfortunate
situation."

   "Then I'll remove my commands.  I want Brendan back the way he was,"
Danielle sniffed haughtily.  "It was working before," she added
plaintively.

   "You may _try_ to remove your commands, but that won't change anything,
Danielle."  Gina sighed loudly as painful memories assailed her.  She
closed her eyes for a few moments to push them away.  "You have forced
your desires into the very core of his being, where they are tangled with
his own.  The effort needed to remove them is not insignificant; besides,
you don't have enough skill in the power to succeed.  If you were to try,"
Gina warned, "you would end up removing whatever your commands are tangled
with in his core.  Given the current state of your abilities, it is almost
certain that Brendan will be left permanently like this.  He would be
unable to think, or act, except on command from a coven member using the
power."  Gina paused, waiting for the impact of what she had said to hit
Danielle.  Experience was the best teacher, but a harsh and demanding one.
"I have warned you about careless, constant use of the power.  I have
tried to tell you that it will demand a high price from those who fling it
about thoughtlessly."  She paused again, mostly for dramatic effect.  "I
believe that you have just made the first payment," Gina concluded,
knowing that she had made her point upon seeing Danielle's expression.
For the first time, the young coven member had realized that the power
wasn't without its negative aspects.  "Take Brendan to the fourth floor
and give him a room, dear.  It's late.  You should go to your quarters and
get some sleep as well.  I will speak with you later today, but I think we
all need to be well-rested and alert."

   Gina's tone carried the message very well.  Nothing else was going to
be done until later today.  "Yes, your ladyship," Dani grumbled.  She
commanded Brendan to one of the servant rooms, then went to her room on
the third floor, undressed hurriedly, and plopped into bed, very upset.
This whole weekend, one that had been so full of promise when it started,
had turned out to really suck.

                                    ***