brain.  He rolled over lazily, waking up fully when he sensed a warm body
nearby.  There was Gina, wearing only a thin pink negligie.  Most of her
was under the covers.  He froze, temporarily unsure of what had happened
last night between them.  Andy remembered... Angie.  The slight soreness
of his body brought a smile to his face along with a faint echo of the
thrills he had shared with the sexy woman.  He also remembered... that she
had left, and he was alone with Gina after that.  The rest of the night
was very fuzzy in his recollections, but there was no indication that
anything had happened between him and the coven leader.  Not that he would
have minded; Gina was attractive, even more so when she was asleep.  Andy
eased out from under the covers.  Gina sighed, then rolled over, still
asleep.  He tiptoed to the bathroom.  I wonder, what does a coven leader
dream of?

                                    ***

   Gina Mansfield was lying on a rock in the middle of the night, but it
wasn't her, it was a serving girl from a long time ago.  Gina knew that it
was dark and cold, but she didn't feel anything, even though she had no
clothes on.  The serving girl vaguely, as if in a dream, remembered all
the men who had come to her just before now.  There was a drink, a pretty,
sparkling stone... dancing... pretty... words... friend... happy.  Gina's
rage at the violation of body and soul was chained, bottled up inside the
serving girl.  There was no pain, no joy, no sadness; no thought emanating
from her host, and Gina was trapped, powerless to affect anything that was
happening.  The young woman had no urge to speak, her eyes were wide with
wonder; she had forgotten her name.  The serving girl only knew that she
was among friends, so heavy, so relaxed.  The chanting stopped; Gina
wanted to scream, but the serving girl wouldn't let her.  Gina
instinctively knew that they would die, but she was unable to influence
the body she shared with the enthralled girl.  She watched as the point of
a knife traveled downward in slow motion.  All Gina could do was watch as
the point came nearer and nearer.  The serving girl's memories played at
random, the sparkling light of the pretty stone overlaying each image.
She didn't scream, because she was fascinated by the only thing she could
see: the pretty, pretty, stone.  As the blade struck, the pain Gina had
expected never materialized as the cold, hard stone softened, and
enveloped her body.  Gina happily closed her eyes, sighing peacefully as
the sacrificial stone surrounded her.  Her world became soft, warm, and
blue...

                                    ***

   Andy quietly left Gina's bedroom suite.  He was pretty hungry, but he
had never gotten himself any food at the castle; he had always been served
his meals.  So where was the kitchen?  Andy went downstairs, ignoring the
unguarded front door.  "Mr. Davidson," came a quiet male voice from
behind.  Startled, Andy turned to see...  James, yeah, that's his name.
"May I help you?"  He had that same professional tone that had struck him
as being so odd coming from Steven.  James looked more... distinguished
and professional, so it didn't seem out-of-place at all.  Andy stopped
ruminating enough to explain what he wanted.  "Would you like to take your
breakfast in the sun room?"  Andy nodded, feeling strange at the "honored
guest" treatment without Gina around, and followed as James lead him to
the sun room.  The butler seated him, then strode purposefully out of the
room.  Andy was enjoying the view of the "far garden" when James returned
with the Sunday paper and a six-bag assortment of teas.  Breakfast arrived
a little later, served by a very young-looking man; almost a kid.  Andy
settled in to enjoy the royal treatment.  He was on his third cup of tea
and the comics pages when a familiar voice jolted him out of his genteel
comfort, and obliterated his peaceful state of mind.

   "G'morning... piggie."  Andy's jaw dropped at Danielle's appearance.
"Coffee, black," she said pleasantly to the entering servant.  "I also
need some more cigarettes; please send someone to the store for my brand,
please?"  She smiled sweetly at her (ex-?) houseboy.  "I'll light my own
for now, Andy."  She leaned forward and fiddled with the pack for a few
seconds, wondering how to ask him about what Gina did with him.  "So...
how was your weekend?  Is she going to let you go?"  Danielle blurted out,
hoping to catch him by surprise.

   Andy didn't really know what to say.  He definitely wasn't going to
tell Danielle everything that had happened during the weekend, and he
didn't know the answer to the last question.  Gina seemed to be quite
attached to him, though, so he doubted he would be leaving the coven
anytime soon.  "I don't know," he began.  "Gi--Mistress Gina hasn't said
anything to me one way or the other."  Andy looked up quickly, furtively,
cursing himself for his carelessness in using Gina's name instead of her
title.  He thanked a minor deity when Danielle seemed to be more
interested in her nails than Andy's response.

   So it's "Gina" now.  Dani had obtained some of the information she was
looking for.  It was obvious to her that Andy had balled Gina during the
weekend.  No wonder she was so pissed last night.  I wouldn't want to be
disturbed, either.  It musta been good for her.  I wonder...  Danielle
Gray, don't even _think_ about it.  He's... just not your type.  She fixed
him with a serious look, and his voice quavered a little as he asked
whether there was something else.  Good, at least he's still afraid of me.
"You--ah--didn't tell her anything, did you--_piggie_," Dani asked,
putting a little extra emphasis on the last word.

   She didn't bother to look at him; acknowledging his presence would
undermine their relative positions.  If there was one thing Danielle had
come to understand since being in the coven, it was the dynamics of power.
Although coven membership may have given her more opportunities to be in a
position of power, it had been necessary to learn the behaviors that are
associated with power so that she would not appear out of place.  Andy
answered, "No, Mistress Danielle.  I couldn't even if I wanted to,
remember?"  The reply was delivered as a near-plea.  He was saying,
"Please don't hurt me, Mistress Danielle."

   "Good.  I was just checking," Danielle replied with an offhanded
casualness that she knew would cause Andy to become even more nervous.
Playing with Andy's mind took a back seat as her coffee arrived.  They
made _great_ coffee at the castle.  She also knew that the longer she
waited to say anything else, the more nervous Andy would get.  She looked
up after a few more seconds.  "No, your mistress doesn't require anything
at the moment," she said.  His relief was tangible.

   "Mistress Gina asks that you both join her for lunch in the private
room at one-thirty."  Both Danielle and Andy's heads jerked up to look at
the head butler.  James' arrival had gone unnoticed amidst the brief
psychodrama.  Looking at their slightly shocked expressions, he paused and
queried, "Are there any questions for her ladyship?"  Andy shook his head
energetically.

   Out of curiosity, Dani asked, "James, what happened to Steven?
Shouldn't he be the head butler on Sundays?"

   James turned to face her fully.  " Steven is no longer at Castlereagh,"
he announced formally.  Danielle waved her hand for him to continue.  "It
is my understanding that Steven has been assigned to the service of
Mistress Susan."  He paused, waiting.

   "Thank you, James," Dani said as a dismissal, and the new head butler
left the sun room.  That's a shame, but I guess Steve _still_ doesn't know
when to keep his mouth shut.  Danielle remembered the cute guy's quiet
proposition.  Gina had been upset enough to extend Steven's sentence for a
year on the spot.  Dani had thought about accepting, too.  Steven was cute
in a grungy kinda way that the polish of being a butler had never been
able to cover.  However, if after almost two years Steven had still
managed to get far enough down on Gina's shit list to be sent to Mistress
Susan, he was also pretty stupid.  A small shudder ran through her at the
thought of the taller, older woman.  Well, he'll definitely know when to
keep his mouth shut after she's done with him.  Andy's confused expression
interrupted Danielle's musings.  "Oh, Susan is a dominatrix.  She's into
the real thing, not just playing around with the power," she explained to
him.  From the expression on his face, Andy didn't like the idea of pain
any more than she did.  "Maybe I oughta take some lessons," she innocently
grinned.  It was good having Andy to abuse again.

   "Uhhh...  May I--leave--Mistress Danielle?"

   Danielle looked at him, trying hard not to smile.  Her mood had
improved considerably since running into him.  She paused long enough for
him to get nervous before dismissing him, but gently.  Dani really didn't
want Gina to misunderstand what she was doing.  _This_ was kidding around,
just for fun.  "Really, Andy, I'm only teasing," she said playfully.  He
shot her a half-frightened grin before he left the room that said he
didn't believe her.  She sighed, and picked up the paper.  Men...

                                    ***

   Gina stretched lazily in bed.  Somehow, Andrew had managed to slide out
of bed without waking her, so she had been decadent, sleeping much later
than usual.  She had her tea delivered to her suite, where she could
leisurely plan the day's events before dressing.   When James arrived with
her breakfast, he informed Gina that Danielle was having breakfast with
Andy.  The coven leader sighed; I guess I'd better get on with it.  She
told James to have the private room prepared for lunch at one-thirty; she,
Danielle, and Andrew would be attending.  After Gina had dressed, she
called Tricia and Heather to notify them that their special talent would
be needed at the castle as soon as possible.  Each replied that she'd be
there in the time it took to drive over.  They would eventually take care
of Brendan's problem.  If she was lucky, the twins could thaw him out in
less than a day, and Gina would be able to re-program him to forget the
whole incident.  As for the cause of the poor man's current state...  Gina
decided that she had better check on the little dilettante.  Gina's
intimacy with Andy's unique mental signature allowed her to reach out for
him.  A brief scan showed him to be reading, and in reasonably calm
spirits, which meant that he was probably in the library, and that
Danielle wasn't nearby.

   Gina was waiting for them at lunch.  Danielle entered first, giving a
very demure and contrite, "Your ladyship."  The coven leader wasn't sure
whether it was genuine, so she just let it pass.  When Andrew walked in,
his entire metaphysical being changed, becoming more agitated, and she
could also see apprehension fill his face.  However, it only took a light
scan to reveal that he was still (somewhat perversely, Gina thought)
attracted to Danielle.  Strings of his aura floated to the young initiate.
Gina found that she was disappointed, maybe even a little bit--jealous.
Still, that was what made him the perfect training aid for Danielle.

   Lunch was a fairly silent affair, the social banter reduced to idle
comments.  Gina watched quietly as Danielle kept a careful eye on Andrew
each time he spoke.  Worried about something, darling?  It also occurred
to Gina as the dishes were being cleared, that Danielle had said nary a
word about Brendan during lunch.  After the women had smoked and chatted
about the luncheon (it hadn't been up to usual standards--perhaps the
kitchen staff had needed more time), Gina issued very strict "Do not
disturb" orders, and locked the door.

   "Danielle, we will now discuss your problem with Brendan."  The young
woman reacted with a small jump, as if the thought was distasteful.  A
question formed immediately in Andrew's mind.  "Be patient, and listen,"
Gina chided him, and he blushed.  "You have found one of the limits of the
power.  You can not command emotions.  They are among the most basic, the
most powerful of mental impulses.  You managed to replace them with your
desires.  Unfortunately, you failed to replace any of the less powerful
impulses you had to obliterate in order to reach his emotions."

   "But Brendan said he loved me!" Danielle blurted defensively.  Gina
said nothing in return.  Dani felt nervous.  So this is what I do to
Andy...  She fidgeted as the room stayed silent.  "Well, OK.  I gave him--
a little push," Danielle finally admitted.  Gina still said nothing.
"Fine.  I made him want me.  Are you happy now?"  There was another short
pause, then Dani meekly interjected, "But... but it worked for a while.
Why?"

   "Because at that point, Brendan must have been quite comfortable with
you.  Obviously that has changed."  Gina held up her hand to forestall any
interruption.  "Whether that means that he is now interested in someone
else, I don't know.  You should have asked him when you had the chance.
His answer might have been surprising."  Gina shook her head sadly.  "None
of this would have happened if you hadn't relied on the power for
everything.  You just _had_ to have the perfect man, and it never even
occurred to you to let him maybe fall in love with you the way _normal_
people do."  The coven leader's voice dripped honeyed sarcasm.  "Did you
ever think that someone you had to force to love you wasn't worth having?"
Danielle looked around the room, avoiding Gina's gaze.  Softening her
tone, Gina continued, "Mary Ellen got her husband that way.  Surely you
have enough confidence in yourself as a person for that."  The young
woman's embarrassed silence answered many of Gina's questions, and the
coven leader remembered the same pain from a former life.  She felt a
little sorry for Danielle.

   In a small, defeated voice, Dani said, "Aaron wouldn't have gone out
with Mary Ellen.  He wouldn't have even noticed her if he met her at a
nightclub.  I know she used the power, so why couldn't I?"  Noticing
Andy's lost expression, Danielle explained, "Mary Ellen's a former coven
member.  She's not really gorgeous, and Aaron is really gorgeous, he could
just walk in a bar and make women go crazy-nuts over him."  She looked at
Gina for a possible rebuke.

   "Mary Ellen used the power to get Aaron to go out with her twice," Gina
elucidated.  "They hit it off very well, and long-term stability isn't
built on short-term attraction.  Aaron was the type of man to realize
that, so he called her for dates after that."  She reached and patted
Danielle's hand sympathetically.  "I'm afraid that it's too late for you
and Brendan.  He's going to harbor deep resentment and fear of you.  I'm
going to remove the specifics from his memory, but everything else is
woven into the fabric of who he is.  I do not wish to tamper with his mind
that much; as I explained, it can have dire consequences.  Even I cannot
be sure of how to clean unwanted emotions."

   "Why didn't you tell me this before?" Danielle asked in a quiet voice.
If she had known that messing with Brendan's emotions would keep her from
any chance of having him, she wouldn't have done it.  She was too
heartbroken to get very angry.  "You never said anything about that during
training, when I was a novice.  And I've never heard you talk about
manipulating men's emotions over the past year.  Believe it or not, but I
do listen sometimes."

   "Because I had no idea that you were so powerful.  It takes a very
strong grasp of the power to alter men's minds in that way," Gina sighed.
"I had no idea that you were even capable of it until--"

   "You found out from Andy."  Danielle's voice had turned icy.  She
looked at Andy with evil written all over her face.  He got extremely
scared, extremely fast, and braced himself for the onslaught.

   "Don't blame him, Danielle," Gina interrupted _very_ quickly.  "I was
able to read it in his memories.  Andrew told me nothing."  She paused,
noting the initiate's continued malicious glare.  "I forbid you to take
any action against him over this.  *Is that understood?*"

   After a brief silence, Danielle dropped her eyes and unhappily replied,
"Yes, your ladyship."  What _else_ was going to go wrong this weekend?
She had lost Brendan, and now she was going to be disciplined for abusing
Andy.

   "Now," Gina began, "making him kiss your feet so much is a tad--
excessive, shall we say?  I have no objection to making him fix a morning
tray for you, nor do I have problems with his doing the majority of the
housework."  Andy's slightly outraged thought caused her to turn to him.
"After all, Andrew, you _were_ being punished," she chided.  He blushed,
but Gina had already turned back to Danielle.  "However, Miss Gray," the
coven leader continued, "titillating him each time you brought home a--
guest--borders on torture.  Especially for one so attracted to you."
Danielle made a face, and Andy's blush deepened.  "Would you also explain
to both of us why you felt he had to enjoy his humiliation?"

   Danielle hemmed and hawed, finally (and very reluctantly) revealing the
thrill she got from watching Andy's excited reaction to her sensuality.
As for manipulating his emotions, she said, "Because--I could make him
happy.  Who wants a grumpy servant?"  Dani's face went blank for a second
as she thought.  "Come to think of it, I've never seen any unhappy
servants at the castle.  They've all been less than cooperative when
they're sentenced.  How come _you_ can manipulate their emotions and
change their minds like that, without any side effects?"

   Gina smiled.  Danielle was finally beginning to ask good questions.
"Like you, I can manipulate men's emotions.  I can change their minds,"
she began.  "However, I don't, for many of the reasons we've discussed.
In addition, as you probably found out last night, having to constantly
command someone is a pain.  It's easier on all involved if the second
party is willing.  I show them the rewards for proper behavior and the
servants make their own decisions."  The coven leader smiled impishly.
"Of course, I've never had anyone decline to cooperate.  Apparently," she
said, giving Andrew a knowing glance, "my rewards are sufficient."

   Dani watched the non-verbal communication, and suddenly had a new
perspective on the coven leader.  Gina was far from the dowdy, sexless old
maid that Danielle had imagined.  She must have fucked every guy in the
castle into submission.  Andy was blushing, which meant that he had also
screwed Gina.  Judging by his shy, wistful smile, Danielle guessed that
the older woman must have been _great_.  Of course, Gina's obvious
affection for Andy meant that he hadn't been too bad for Gina, either.
No, no, NO.  Don't _even_ think about it, Danielle Gray.  Besides, she
silently reasoned, he's Gina's.  "Gina," Danielle began, "how can I
convince them that the rewards of loving service are worth it?"  A vision
of fucking some gorgeous hunk into a compliant thrall presented itself in
her mind.  She licked her lips, then quickly pulled out a cigarette to
cover herself.

   "I'm not sure that you can, Danielle," Gina answered.  "Again, you are
remarkably powerful, but I don't know that you have the level of power
necessary.  I _do_ know that you certainly don't have the skill, and I
doubt that you have the perseverance to try."  Gina was surprised as the
young woman remained silent, looking very attentive.  "Nonetheless, it
would be good for you to gain more skill with the power.  One as gifted as
you should not be left to her own devices.  That causes--problems."  She
watched Danielle shudder slightly.  Gina would have bet the castle that
the initiate was thinking about what she had accidentally done to Brendan.
It was time to begin Danielle's training.

   Gina stood up, and walked over to her.  "Miss Gray, you do not have a
great deal of patience, yet patience is what is most required to learn the
deeper, more subtle workings of the power."  Danielle nodded eagerly.  "We
will begin with a simple--sensory exercise.  I want you to relax.  Close
your eyes, and open your other senses; try to sense the people in this
room, and the room itself.  Keep your eyes closed."

   Dani did as she was told.  She couldn't sense a thing, but as soon as
she tried to peek and see what was going on, Gina told her to close them.
After a while, Danielle got tired of squeezing them shut, and tried to
pretend that she was going to take a nap.  The noises from outside got
louder, and she started to concentrate on that.  A few minutes later, Dani
was about to go crazy.  "Gina, I can't 'sense' a god-damned thing except
the cicadas outside," she confessed.  "Can you tell me what I'm trying to
accomplish?"  She kept her eyes closed.  It was sort of--restful.

   "I want you to see Andrew's life essence, without having to draw it
from him," Gina explained.  "Let me know what color he is, then we will
move on."  She looked at Andrew's aura, which was throwing bright blue
tendrils to Danielle for her to grasp.  Unfortunately, the initiate
remained unaware for a few silent minutes that stretched into an hour.
Gina sighed.  This was not going anywhere.  "Danielle, open your eyes.  I
can see that you are having difficulty."  The coven leader saw the look of
puzzled frustration on her student's face: it wasn't that Danielle hadn't
been trying.  Gina realized that Danielle Gray just didn't believe
strongly enough in the concept of the metaphysical plane, or the magical
nature of the power.  Therefore, Danielle would not be able to sense
Andrew's aura.

   Gina thought back to Angie's quick study, and decided that exposing
Danielle to Andrew's intense desire for her couldn't hurt.  "Take Andrew
home with you," Gina instructed.  Andrew's disappointment rang in Gina's
mind, but she paid little attention to it, still thinking about what she
could possibly do to facilitate Danielle's learning.  There *has* to be a
way to get her to notice his aura...  Then it hit her.  Danielle and Andy
were almost to the door.  "Danielle," Gina called.  "Did you know that
Andrew has a fantasy of you fucking him in the ass with a strap-on dildo?"
she asked casually.

   Andy made a horrible noise and went completely white.  Danielle's
eyebrows shot up, and she turned to him.  So my piggie wants _me_ to fuck
_him_.  Very amused now, she smiled at Andy, and immediately began
calculating the ways she could tease Andy about it.  Gina was regarding
him with a calm expression, and he was plainly horrified at Gina's
statement.  Dani figured that it must be true, because Andy hadn't even
protested, but she decided to make sure.  "Is this true, piggie?"  She
sent a little bit of power at him and added, "You must tell me the truth."

   "Y-yes," Andy stuttered.  How had Gina known?  That was a deeply hidden
secret that he rarely admitted to _himself_.  This was giving Danielle a
license to humiliate and torture him.  What did I do to make Gina tell her
that?  Andy sent the questions to the front of his mind, hoping
desperately that Gina would say something, or at least give him some sign
that she wasn't angry with him.  Nothing happened.  There was no change in
Gina's flat expression, and he felt no gentle mental caress.  She had
abandoned him, and left him hanging him out to dry.

   "Come along, piggie," Dani said lightly, pulling at his arm.  "We have
a long evening in front of us," she continued, making her voice lewd.  She
felt Andy tremble at her words, but he followed her out of the room.
Danielle smiled sweetly at Andy, who immediately looked away.  It may have
been a rotten weekend, but the coming week could be real fun.

   Gina watched Danielle and her training aid leave.  Andrew's sense of
abandonment and betrayal filled her mind, and her efforts to shut it out
were only partially successful.  She was surprised, because his hurt
wounded her much more deeply than she'd anticipated.  Gina hoped
desperately that the young man would be able to forgive her.  "If Danielle
doesn't get a handle on her desires and her skills soon," she reminded
herself in the empty room, "Andrew's feelings will be the least of my
worries."  The coven leader summoned the head butler.  "James, tell the
twins that I will be in the library when they are finished for the day.
Prepare them dinner if they so desire," she told him.  Gina Mansfield
needed her favorite chair, a stiff gin and tonic, and a good book.  It had
_not_ been a good day.

                                The Coven

                              Mistress Susan

   When they got home, Danielle ordered Andy to strip.  "Just so I can see
what I'm--getting into," she grinned.  The expression on his face was
priceless.  This was definitely going to be fun.  Dani looked at his ass
carefully, then separated his ass cheeks.  It was so... small.  She
abruptly realized that she really didn't know what to do.  She was also
sure that Gina didn't want him injured permanently, which would be a
distinct possibility if she were to just--jump his bones.  Danielle giggled
at the image, then said, "Get dressed now, piggie.  I won't be able to--
grant your fantasy tonight."  She teased him for a while, enjoying Andy's
obvious discomfort.  Still, Dani felt a little guilty, so she called out
for dinner and they ate together.  She lay awake in bed that night trying
to figure out exactly how to fuck Andy.  After thinking about it a bit, she
remembered Susan.  If anybody in the coven would know about stuff like
that, it was Susan.

                                    ***

   Andy was very careful around Danielle for a couple of days; while she
continued to tease him about his fantasy, she hadn't acted on it, nor had
she given any indication that she was serious about it.  He tried to help
himself by cooking her favorite dishes.  He also lit her cigarettes without
being asked, which was something Danielle really liked.  He did his best to
be the omnipresent, yet never intrusive, servant.  But when he was alone,
Andy found himself thinking about Gina, and the way she had betrayed him.
Obviously nothing was sacred around that mind-reading bitch.  She had
violated him by going into the deepest, darkest, most private corner of his
thoughts and exposing what she had found.  A small shiver went through him
as he wondered what other supposedly hidden secrets she had culled from his
mind.

                                    ***

   Danielle took a big gulp of water; Andy had outdone himself on the
shrimp Creole he'd served for dinner.  She sat back idly as he cleared the
dinner dishes and let her thoughts drift aimlessly.  She was happy, despite
not having Brendan.  Andy had been extremely attentive for the past few
days; Dani was beginning to really enjoy it.  She lazily pulled out a
cigarette.  The near-instantaneous appearance of a flame startled her for a
second.  Andy had managed to re-enter silently, and had been noiselessly
waiting for her to pull out her ritualistic post-dinner smoke.  "Thank
you," she regally acknowledged.  Her houseboy bowed and left her.  Relaxing
into her chair, she took a long drag and contemplated her stylish, extra-
long super-slim cigarette, finally exhaling languidly.  Danielle felt very
chic; Andy was only responding as he should to her elegant and noble
carriage.  After she had finished her cigarette, Danielle reluctantly
pushed herself away from the table.  "Andy, I'm going out.  You don't have
to wait up for me," she called as she grabbed her car keys.  She had an
appointment to keep.

                                    ***

   "Come in, Danielle," said the rich, deep female voice.  The young
initiate walked into Susan Newton's home.  Dani was a little apprehensive;
although all the coven initiates knew about "Mistress Susan," none of them
knew the woman very well.  Not that Danielle had ever wanted to; bondage
and pain had never appealed to her.  Her unease didn't go away when she
looked at her hostess: Susan was six feet, two inches tall, and attired in
a form-fitting black leather jumpsuit.  "You wanted some advice and
instruction from me," Susan said, interrupting Dani's slightly fascinated
stare.

   "Umm... yeah, I do, I guess," Dani replied, in a voice much smaller than
intended.  Susan seemed so--commanding.  "I-I... ummm... wanna--umm... like
fuck a guy in the ass.  With a dildo."  Encouraged somewhat by the lack of
a reaction from Susan, she continued, "But I don't wanna hurt him--I mean,
injure him.  I just want him--"

   "To feel like a bitch in heat," Susan supplied.  She discreetly
evaluated Danielle's physical assets.  This is promising...  Susan Newton
had been a coven member longer than any other initiate.  She remembered
what she had been like ten years ago, when she was about Danielle's age.
Susan had never considered herself attractive or been graceful.  Her face
was sharp, with high cheekbones surrounding a long, aquiline nose.  She had
thin lips and a small mouth, and although she was tall, her curves were
modest, and she was definitely not willowy.  A meeting with Gina had
changed all that.  The power had given Susan the opportunity to indulge
long-denied sexual desires, and she had turned to exploring her fantasies.
The exploration had turned into an avid pursuit when it came to bondage and
domination; her stature was now an asset, instead of the liability she had
believed it to be for so long.  Susan had learned how to use her physical
presence to its utmost; she rarely even wanted to use the power any more.
Especially since her imposing demeanor also had one big advantage over the
power: women were just as susceptible as men.  And Danielle was definitely
affected.

   The attractive young woman was intimidated; that was good.  It would
keep her from having suspicions about Susan's actions and conduct until it
was too late.  "Have a seat, darling, then we will talk," Susan said
graciously.  She waited until her guest had seated herself, then perched on
the arm of the same chair, exposing the brunette to her towering presence.
Danielle fidgeted, so Susan decided to jump right in before the girl could
start having second thoughts.  "Is this his first time?  Has he been fucked
in the ass before?"

   Dani didn't know what to say.  She should've asked Andy before she left.
"I-I-I don't know," she admitted.  After a short pause, she volunteered, "I
know it'll be _my_ first time.  I don't have the faintest idea of what I
should do, much less what precautions I need to take so he doesn't get--
damaged."

   "That's all right, darling," Susan comforted.  "That's what you're here
for."  The elder initiate began to explain in detail how to prepare a man
for dildo fucking.  She wryly noted that Danielle had pulled out a pen and
was taking notes.  That wasn't the best way to learn about such things, but
that detail would be attended to soon enough.  After the brief lecture,
Susan said, "Now, let's go downstairs and look at some equipment."  She
waited for the shock to finish its trip across Danielle's face, then gently
prodded, "Come child, don't be nervous."

   Dani was definitely nervous.  However, Susan did not indicate that there
was any choice in the matter, so Danielle meekly obeyed, heading down the
steps ahead of her hostess.  Susan steered her towards the closed door to
the left, but to that point, the basement had looked like a normal
basement.  Then Susan opened the closed door.  "Welcome to the... dungeon.
My playground, and the seat of my queendom."  The last sentence was spoken
with easily detected pride.  Danielle gasped in shock.  There was a naked
man chained to the far wall.  After a few seconds, she recognized him.
"Steven has forgotten his manners concerning respectful and appropriate
address, darling Danielle.  I have been forced to give him constant...
reminders."  Susan removed a riding crop from the wall and casually flicked
it across the ex-head butler's chest, making him whimper softly.  Dani
flinched as a soft red mark appeared on Steven.  "I did _not_ give you
permission to make any noise, slut."  Susan's stern exclamation made Dani
swallow hard in confusion and a little bit of panic; she hadn't said
anything.

   Susan fought to keep a smile down at her student's obvious confusion.
"Now darling, come over here and I'll show you the--toy chest."  Danielle
walked forward with a blank look on her face and opened the drawer that
Susan pointed out.  The dominatrix removed two harnesses.  Holding one up,
Susan instructed, "This is what you wear.  The dildo hangs from it.  And
here--"  She opened another drawer and waved at the collection of phalluses
in it, "--Are the dildos.  As you can see, they come in all sizes,
different shapes, and are made of various materials."

   Danielle giggled and pointed at a long, thick one.  It reminded her of
Chris, but the dildo probably had more brains.  "You don't use--this one on
guys, do you?"  She couldn't imagine something like that fitting in such a
tiny hole.

   "I most certainly do, dear!" Susan immediately replied.  "If you think
it's too big to fit, just remember that there are many men who would not
hesitate to do the equivalent to you.  In fact, I bet they'd just _love_
to."  Susan knew that she had made her point on seeing Danielle's
expression of distaste; that was something else she'd have to introduce the
younger woman to at some future time.  Enough daydreaming, Susan, get on
with it...  She resumed, "However, I would not use any dildo that large
unless my plaything had been adequately trained.  Steven--"  The tall woman
waved toward the frightened, shackled man on the wall, "--Isn't anywhere
near ready for this, but I think we can use--this one."  Danielle was
surprised and frightened by the implications of Susan's statement; the
comely young woman had a very expressive face.  "You _will_ do better with
hands-on experience.  Come here, and let's get you ready."  Susan raised
her harness.  "This is how you put it on."  She unfastened her leather
jumpsuit, her eyes daring Danielle to comment.  The brunette gawked at how
casually Susan undressed in front of her.  "It works best if your cunt is
unclothed, so you will need to take your jeans off.  Come on, out of them,
darling," the dominatrix prompted lightly.

   Susan waited patiently for Danielle to comply, looking into the pretty
woman's eyes with calm expectation.  After a few seconds of inaction, Susan
evenly repeated herself.  "Take your pants off, Danielle."  The younger
woman dropped her eyes, then shyly pulled off her pants.  Danielle
hesitated, then also removed her panties.  Susan stepped into the harness
with practiced ease while watching Danielle clumsily echo her actions.  She
set a dildo in place on her own harness, then held aloft the narrow plastic
one she had designated for Steven.  "Come here."  The two words were not a
command, merely spoken with confidence.  After a brief pause, Danielle
obeyed.  The young initiate trembled slightly as Susan set the phallus in
place with a professional air.

   Now Dani was _very_ nervous.  When Susan's hands brushed her bush,
Danielle held her breath.  The tall woman made her feel uneasy, maybe even
a little scared.  She relaxed at Susan's clinical manner, happy that there
was no hint of lesbian desire.  She was definitely in awe at the air of
power that seemed to surround Susan.  Something other than the difference
in their heights made Danielle feel much smaller than her own five-eight
when she stood next to the older woman.  And here she was, half-naked, from
the bottom down, even.  Danielle looked down nervously at her new
appendage; it bobbed when she moved.  She tried, but failed to stifle the
giggle that spontaneously generated itself.  She forgot all about the
dungeon, and Susan when she looked at herself in the mirror, as her
ludicrous appearance overrode her trepidation.  But only for a moment.
"Since you probably don't have a spreader bar at home, we'll have to put
him on his hands and knees."  Susan's voice obliterated Danielle's
amusement, abruptly returning her to the dungeon.  And "Mistress Susan."  A
dildo didn't look anywhere near as funny on the dominatrix.  "Now, my
darling Danielle," Susan began, "here's the lubricant.  Use a lot; it will
make things easier on both of you."

   The dominatrix began to fiddle with a piece of equipment that Dani
didn't recognize.  "What's that?" the younger initiate questioned as she
coated her plastic cock.

   "It's a chastity belt for Steven.  I am putting it on him so he can't
play with his cock.  Only his mistress may grant him relief, at her whim."
Susan looked down at the uncomprehending Danielle.  "He will get a very
strong erection; the act of fucking him will excite him quite a bit
physically, if not mentally."  Susan trembled a little in delight at the
sight of Steven's shame.  "I can give you one for your plaything as well,
if you wish."  Her student shook her head energetically.  "Very well,"
Susan replied casually as she finished locking her slave's cock away.
Addressing him, she lectured, "I will allow you to speak, but if you cry
out, I will have to gag you, and I will be _most_--"  The riding crop
whistled through the air, making both Steven and Danielle flinch.  "--Upset.
Do you understand?"

   "Yes, mistress," Steven said very quietly, keeping his head bowed.

   Susan turned to Danielle.  "Summon your toy; I've unlocked his
shackles."

   "Umm...  Steven...  Come here," Dani requested meekly.  Steven just
glared at her.  She looked at Susan, who had impatience written all over
her face, but had said nothing so far.  Oh, shit, I'd better do something
fast...  Danielle commanded Steven, pulling at him with the power, trying
to keep from using too much and turning him into a permanent robot.  He
walked over to her stiffly; the strain of fighting her tentative control
was very evident on his face.

   Susan watched the younger coven member with interest as Danielle
struggled to get Steven to comply.  So _this_ is what Gina was talking
about, Susan mused quietly.  Steven was slowly, reluctantly obeying
Danielle, thanks to the arcane power that filled the room; Susan had been
in the coven long enough to be able to sense when it was being used by
someone nearby.  So powerful, and yet so weak.  The earlier conversation
with Gina had been brief and to the point: Susan was to give Danielle a
demonstration that it wasn't always necessary to use the power.  The
paranormal talent had ceased being important to Susan's life, although it
still had its uses from time to time.  This was not one of them.  "Slut,
kneel in front of Danielle," the dominatrix commanded.  A fleeting look of
fear appeared in his eyes, and he hastily obeyed her.  The tall woman noted
Danielle's amazement at how easily Susan had made Steven obey.  The poor
girl truly didn't have a clue, did she?  "Kneel behind him, darling."  The
young woman also obeyed without a word.  "Beg to be fucked, slut," Susan
said.  "Beg Danielle to fuck you in your slut ass, and you had better make
it sound convincing," she warned.

   "_Please_, Danielle.  Fuck me in my slut ass," Steven pleaded.  Susan
shivered as his words touched desires at her core.  For a moment, she
actually envied her student.  The young woman began to force the plastic
dong into Steven's anal tunnel.  He grunted quietly, swallowing audibly as
the fake cock penetrated him, but did not cry out.

   Dani huffed a little as she drove her hips forward, fighting the
opposing squeeze of Steven's sphincter.  It had always looked so easy from
the receiving end...  Slowly, each rib of the flesh-toned dildo disappeared
between his ass cheeks.  She stopped to catch her breath.  "There, my
darling girl, it's all the way in," Susan purred, kneeling behind Danielle.
"Now, pull back slowly...  Just like you see boys do it...  Now go
forward," she actively coached.  Danielle followed her instructions to the
letter, and it soon got easier with each swivel of her hips.  Steven
grunted and whimpered, but his ass was rapidly becoming accustomed to the
dildo and Danielle's thrusts.

   The collisions of the dildo against her clit began to affect the young
initiate; she didn't seem to notice Susan's hands caressing her ass.  The
dominatrix whispered encouragement in her soon-to-be slave's ear.  "That's
it, my darling...  Fuck him, my sweet student...  You're making his cock
hard...  He wants to come...  See how much he loves being fucked in his
slut ass...  You've got him so wound up..."  Susan paused.  "Beg her,
slut."

   "Oh...  SHIT...  _Please_ fuck m-m-meee!!!" Steven gasped.  "Ohhh...
Fuck my ass," he moaned.  His cock ached, erect from prostate stimulation
and trapped by the chastity belt.  Danielle's thrusts became faster as he
begged harder.  He was dying to relieve himself, but Mistress would not be
very pleased, and that would hurt far more than anything Danielle could do
to him.

   Little noises started escaping from Dani's throat as the increasing
throb in her clit made her mind stop working for brief snatches of time.
The fuzzy periods were also becoming more frequent.  Her hips now seemed to
be working automatically, but when she would push at Steven, it felt really
good.  Danielle soon found herself grinding forward at him because it made
her feel so good and the grinding quickly became the best feeelinnnggg...

   Susan watched the newest object of her desires give in to ecstasy.  She
had started to tease Danielle's very wet opening a little earlier without
complaint from the initiate, and now she began to probe insistently,
sending Danielle closer to orgasm.  The dominatrix ceased her erotic
attentions after a few seconds, making the brunette moan in arousal and
frustration.  "Let _me_ take care of you, my darling.  I can give you
_more_ than you can possibly imagine," Susan whispered.  "_Give_ yourself
to me, Danielle.  I will be your mistress, and I will care to your
pleasure."

   Danielle whimpered, unable to speak, her mind frayed, thoughts diluted
as Susan kept her stuck on the threshold to orgasm.  She was ready to
explode, but couldn't get there on her own.  That knowledge was somehow
trapped by the dizzying sensation that continued to build in her body.  A
soft gurgle escaped her throat, Susan whispered something and her clit
swelled some more and she wanted to come so bad but she couldn't...

   Susan flicked at Danielle's nipples, then ran her tongue around the
vibrating girl's neck.  Steven had been forgotten; Susan was busy with the
subjugation of Danielle.  The almost-paralyzed brunette was breathing in
weak, irregular gasps.  "Tell your mistress that you want to come...  Ask
her for your release...  Beg your mistress to come...  Submit to me, my
sweet...  Yes...  Submit to Mistress Susan...  She holds the key...  To
your ecstasy...  Mistress...  Submit...  Susan...  Beg...  Mistress...
Ecstasy...  Susan...  Submit to me...  Submit, my sweet Danielle...
Mistress Susan...  Ecstasy...  Submit...  Susan...  Ecstasy...  Mistress...
Ecstasy...  Susan...  Total release...  Mistress...  Submit to Mistress
Susan..."  The tall woman breathed her litany into Danielle's ear, her deep
voice soft, smooth and seductive.  She leaned close to her target, but did
not touch the young woman.  Susan merely surrounded the near-helpless
brunette with her overwhelming presence.  The dominatrix was casting a
spell over the young woman using nothing more than her voice, presence, and
skill at sexual manipulation.

   The rising sexual tension in her body was making Danielle increasingly
pliant and receptive.  Dani was lost, the need for release brutally
overwhelming the last vestige of active thought.  "Ohhhh," she whimpered
incoherently in response to Susan's sensuous prompting.  "M-m-nngh..."
Danielle struggled to form the words and swallowed hard.  "M-m-miss-tress,"
she moaned, repeating the word that was now constantly repeating in her
brain.

   Susan stopped whispering to Danielle, and regained her powerful, self-
possessed air for a moment.  "You will obey me, Danielle.  I am your
mistress," Susan coolly commanded.  Her voice was iron, and much stronger
than the whispers that had led the two women to this point.  She waited for
the inevitable pledge of submission.

   "Ohhh...  You--bitch," Danielle managed to gasp.  She has a little more
willpower than I thought, Susan noted.  This would only cause a slight
delay; Susan quietly resumed purring more temptations, mixing them evenly
with the words, "submit", "Mistress", and "Susan."  It didn't take more
than another minute to wash away the last of Danielle's resistance.
"Ohhh...  Make me come, Mistress...  Mistress Susan.  I'll do _anything_,"
the stricken girl pleaded.  Susan whispered some more sensual words and
submissive urgings, prolonging Danielle's dance along orgasm's edge.  "I...
I-I will obey...  Mistress Susan..."

   Susan slid three fingers into Danielle's pussy and grabbed her newest
slave's breast, then pinched and pulled violently on the nipple.
"AARRRGGGHHH!!!!"  Danielle grunted and snorted, then her body quivered
rapidly, visibly oscillating, and her cunt squeezed Susan's fingers with a
mighty grip, as the orgasmic woman's inner juices ran out of her.  The
dominatrix kissed the young brunette passionately, greedily, while she
continued her ruthless stimulation of the orbital girl.  Susan was now
using both hands around the smaller woman's sex, caressing her constantly,
ignorant of all but driving her slave to still-increasing ecstasy.  Susan's
mouth vibrated with the remnants of Danielle's screams, muffling the noise
with her powerfully driving, madly questing tongue.  Her slave's reactions
began to quiet, then quickly became feeble, and Danielle went slack.

   Susan separated Danielle from the forgotten Steven whose pleading
whimpers were gratifying, but inconsequential.  The vibrations of
Danielle's orgasm had affected Steven greatly.  He was definitely in a
great deal of pain, and ready to come now.  "You will not come.  Go to
sleep until I awaken you."  The power _did_ have its uses.  She was now
free to complete Danielle's induction, but until the young woman's eyes
refocused, all Susan could do was stroke Danielle's body, and get aroused
herself.  When Danielle came to, she quickly tried to sit up, but Susan
easily held her down.  "I am now your mistress, and you will obey me," the
tall woman stated matter-of-factly.  Before Danielle could protest, Susan
ordered, "Silence, Danielle."  She looked down at the young initiate, who
had been stunned into temporary silence by the force of Susan's words.
"How do you feel?"

   Danielle stuttered.  She was having a little trouble communicating with
the outside world, thoroughly immersed in a drowning afterglow.  One thing
was apparent: Susan had sent her _way_, *way* further than anybody else.
EVER.  Dani wasn't even gay, or into women.  Was she?  No, no, I've never
even remotely no way in hell have ever ever _considered_ doing it with
another woman!  Still, Susan had made her an offer that Danielle had
accepted eagerly, almost desperate in her desire.  She would have sold her
soul for that orgasm, and it had been as spectacular as advertised.  Well,
at least the mistress bit was over.  But god, had it been great!  "Answer
me this."  Susan's voice arrested Dani's thoughts.  "Have you ever
experienced an orgasm so intense, so complete?"  Danielle rolled over on
her side, then back in the other direction as she came face-to-face with
Susan's ersatz erection.  She _knew_.  The dyke bitch KNEW.  Dani's horror
was quickly replaced by resignation.  Since it was useless to lie, she
nodded, then turned her head in embarrassment.  She still couldn't admit it
out loud.

   "You have nothing to be ashamed of, my pet," Susan cooed gently, leaning
over and kissing Danielle sweetly.  Despite herself, Dani was comforted by
the action, and found that she was even a little--disappointed--that the
kiss had been too brief for her to return.  "I _am_ a dominatrix, and I am
very experienced in pleasuring men--*and women*.  I can make you feel like
that again, and more, yes, Danielle, more intense than that.  All I ask in
return is that you submit completely to me.  As your mistress, I will be
able to grant you pleasures beyond imagination."  The offer was tempting
enough by itself, and Danielle was still feeling afterglow's physical and
mental lethargy.  She was so confused because she wasn't really attracted
to Susan, she wasn't gay (was she?) and she didn't know what to think
'cause Susan must be using the power--no that wasn't right it didn't work
on women (did it?) then why did she want to do what Susan asked but god she
made me come sooo hard it was fantastic...

   "Y-y-yes, Mistress Susan.  I will obey you," Dani found her voice meekly
saying.  Was that what I wanted to say what made me do that now what will
she do to me but god I came sooo hard it was fantastic no I didn't want to
say that but it was so great...

   "Marvelous, my darling, beautiful slave," Susan regally offered.  "Stay
there for a moment."  The tall woman went back to the toy chest and put
some cherry-flavored lubricant on her dildo before returning to Danielle.
"Now, suck my cock.  Warm it for your cunt.  Your mistress will give her
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