The Coven 3 by Flying Pen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        			 The Coven

				  Lessons

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

   Danielle phoned him Friday afternoon.  "There's a coven meeting 
tonight, and Gina wants me to bring you along.  Maybe this is the end of 
our relationship, Andy.  I'll miss you," she said with an acrid sweetness 
over the phone.  So something was finally going to happen.  Andy began to 
hope that Gina would reconsider her solution to Danielle's 
irresponsibility.  So far, it seemed to him that he had done all the 
suffering, while Danielle got to do what she normally did.  She even got 
some extra kicks from torturing and teasing a slave.  He was supposed to 
have been a millstone around her neck; she had treated him like a pebble.  
Danielle came to his office after she had finished for the day.  "We'll go 
right from here.  At least you won't have to cook tonight," she smiled.  
Andy certainly had no regrets about the pending end of his punishment.

   They arrived at the castle right behind Lia.  The slender blonde woman 
fixed Andy with steely blue eyes.  Danielle had left something in the car 
and had gone back to get it, leaving him temporarily alone.  And within 
ten feet of Lia.  She sneered, then commanded him to kneel in front of 
her.  "Crawl behind me and keep your head down.  Otherwise you'll look up 
my dress like the slime you are," she snarled.  Her contempt had a 
physical sting to it.  "You will address me as Mistress Lia.  Now crawl."

   "Yes...  Mis-tress...  Li... aaaa," Andy said as his knees slackened 
and scraped on the pavement of the driveway.  His brain emptied rapidly.  
"I... obey," were the last words he uttered.  The not-very smooth surface 
ate at the fabric of his dress pants as his knees slid along, but he 
didn't notice.  There was no thought going on in his mind.  He had no 
sensation of watching himself, no perception of anything.  Lia's use of 
the power had turned Andy into an animate extension of her will.

   Danielle shouted, "Andy, _stop_."  Andy's hands and knees continued 
their steady motion.  A buzzing noise like a small travel alarm clock 
began to fill the void in his head.  He blinked slowly, then stopped 
crawling.  "I will remind you, Lia, that this is _my_ houseboy, and that 
_I_ am the only one who may command him," Danielle said without a trace of 
pleasantness.

   "Crawl for me, slug," Lia said lightly.  Andy's hands and legs 
twitched, and the buzzing softened.

   "Stand up, Andy."

   "No!  You must obey your Mistress Lia.  You will crawl to the castle!  
I --"  Whatever she was saying was drowned out by a loud buzz that sounded 
strangely like, "Stand up for me, Andy."  Andy's legs suddenly regained 
strength and he pushed his way back to his feet.  "You _will_ kneel before 
me, you bastard."  Lia's stern, cold, hard voice seemed to push against 
his body and his knees buckled, fighting the ever-increasing weight on his 
shoulders.

   "Ignore her, Andy.  Obey your _true_ mistress," Danielle quietly said, 
in the voice that had commanded Chris and Brendan to please her.  The 
weight vanished, and his mind was no longer partially blank.  Lia sniffed 
and spun away, briskly walking to the castle without looking back.  Andy 
shivered when he realized that Lia had truly possessed him, inhabiting his 
body while he, for all practical purposes, had ceased to exist.  "Is that 
better?" Danielle asked while Andy tried to shake the soreness and cramps 
out of his legs.  If he hadn't known better, Andy would have thought that 
Danielle was--concerned.  He nodded, thankful that the tug-of-war with him 
as the rope was over.  She grinned.  "Besides, nobody's going to abuse my 
little piggie 'cept me."  They continued to the front door together, and 
Steven admitted them to the castle.  Lia, who hadn't been too far ahead of 
them, seemed to have disappeared, which didn't bother Andy one bit.

   Gina came down the steps attired very fashionably in a black dress with 
large white polka-dots on it.  "Good evening, you two.  Have you learned 
anything yet?"  Danielle and Andy both said yes.  Danielle shot him a 
warning glance.  Well, things seem to have worked out the way I feared 
they might, Gina thought as she noted the nonverbal communication.  She 
smiled warmly as an attendant brought her a glass of wine.  "James," she 
addressed the man, "Please escort Mr. Davidson to the library.  I need to 
speak with Danielle before the meeting."  Gina picked up one of the 
tethers she had attached to Andy's brain and gave it a little tug, just to 
let him know that he was not in any trouble with her.

   Andy gasped as a fleeting thrill shot through his senses.  Danielle 
looked at him strangely, missing the twinkle in Gina's eyes as she 
regarded Andy with her enigmatic half-smile.  He cooled his heels in the 
library for about an hour, then called for something to drink.  Steven 
brought him the drink and a tray with more of the seafood pasta Andy had 
enjoyed his first night of captivity.

   "Mistress Gina asks that you wait for her.  She will be delayed, so you 
should eat," he said, letting annoyance seep through his professionally 
toned speech.  Then he shook his head.  "How'dja do it?  Why does she 
treat _you_ so well?  I've been here almost three years, and the bitch 
won't give me the time of day."  Steve looked at the guy.  He must have a 
_real_ big dick, 'cause--no way...  Steve resumed, "Man, I'd give 
_anything_ to be Danielle's.  Next to Angie, she's the hottest babe here."  
He waited for some juicy details--vicarious thrills were the only kind he 
got these days.

   Andy wanted to tell Steven that being Danielle's slave wasn't the great 
thing he thought it was, but the words just wouldn't come out.  Steven 
finally gave up trying to engage Andy in conversation and left.  It was 
after midnight before the door opened again.  Andy had started a second 
book from the massive collection of British literature in the library when 
Gina walked in, alone.

   "Hello, Andrew.  Danielle has left, because you will be spending the 
weekend at the castle."  Andy looked at her inquisitively, and Gina read 
the slightly exasperated thought with ease.  "Yes, she's going to look for 
Brendan tonight.  That's all right.  I would like to speak with you about 
your experiences."  She sat on the edge of the desk.  "Do you feel, deep 
down, that you have been adequately punished for your transgression?"  
Gina forced herself not to recoil from the mentally shouted affirmative.  
She moved to the chair next to Andy, and asked him to tell her about it.  
He opened his mouth and nothing came out.  Andy tried two more times to 
explain the hell he had been through in the past three weeks.  Both times 
he got to the word "Danielle", and stopped.  "Did Danielle forbid you to 
talk about it?" Gina queried.  Andy couldn't even say yes or no to that, 
which answered the question quite well.  Danielle's power must still be 
growing...  Gina decided to take the direct route and probe him, but found 
a very dense, and very thorough mental block in his memories.  She didn't 
have to guess what that block sealed off, or who had put it there.  Gina 
frowned.  "Did you know that Danielle has locked away all references to 
your three weeks with her?  I can't punch through the wall she's built 
without hurting you badly," she explained to Andy.  "She's _much_ more 
powerful than I thought," Gina remarked aloud to herself, after a brief 
contemplation.  At that, Andy's fear began to rise exponentially to the 
point where it began to invade _her_ thoughts, and Gina realized that she 
had to do _something_ about his current state.  She leaned over and 
pressed the intercom.  "James, is Angie still here?  No?  That's 
unfortunate.  Please deliver a message to her that I wish to speak with 
her tomorrow at her earliest convenience.  Thank you."  I'll just have to 
wait until tomorrow to break down the wall...  Andy's fear had started to 
blossom into panic, again infringing upon her senses.  I guess I'd better 
calm him down before he has a heart attack...  Gina turned on the intercom 
again.  "James, who _is_ here?  I see.  Send her to my room."  She shut 
the machine off, her eyes coming to rest on the pictures above the 
fireplace.  "Please come with me, Andrew."  She led him to the master 
bedroom without coercion.  Gina gestured dramatically.  "Voila, as they 
say."

   Andy looked around the well-arranged room.  "You certainly like fine 
woods," he said, noting the general theme of the room's furniture and 
trying not to show any worry or fear.  The dominant object in the room was 
an enormous white-canopied bed.  That must have been fun to move up 
here...  Andy still couldn't keep from wondering who was on their way and 
why, no matter how hard he tried.

   "Now, it is time for *your* first lesson.  Don't be nervous," Gina said 
with a smile.  "Just relax."  Her words had no effect on Andy, so she 
began to stimulate Andy's mind directly.  This time, she specifically 
targeted his libido.  "Relax..."  His cock pushed at his trousers.  "Let 
me... excite you."  Gina noted how quickly he became completely erect.  
Whatever had happened between them, Danielle must have frustrated the poor 
dear terribly.  "First, we have to get this out of the way," Gina said as 
she pulled off his shirt.  Andy offered no resistance.  Just then there 
was a knock on the door.  'Who is it?" she called.

   The response came in a throaty contralto.  "Andrea, your ladyship."

   "Come in, we're expecting you," Gina responded.  Andrea walked in.  She 
was definitely not what Andy had expected.  Flaming red hair and sparkling 
green eyes, a lethal combination in his book, were only the second thing 
he noticed about her.  The first was that she was... very large.  Maybe an 
inch or two shorter than he, but she was _much_ heavier than Andy.  His 
penis quickly deflated.  "I'm glad you hadn't left the castle yet.  Andrew 
needs some old-fashioned care," Gina said.

   "Her???  Gina's going to make me do it with her???" was Andy's panicked 
thought.  Gina paused while pulling his pants off and gave him an annoyed 
look.  "All the members of the coven are not svelte models.  We come in 
all shapes and sizes, as do most women," she lectured.  Andy silently 
reprimanded himself for letting the thought escape.  He had allowed 
himself to temporarily forget that Gina could read minds.

   Andrea looked at the bewildered, half-naked man sitting on the bed with 
Gina.  She was glad that Dani had cast for clemency, because he was cute, 
in a funky kinda way.  Also, she saw the lump in his pants when she walked 
in the room, and she was horny.  There was something about the initiation 
ceremony that always seemed to make her feel like fucking...  "It's my 
weight, right?" Andrea asked in her best sexy low voice.  "Well, I'm going 
to make you forget about that."  Andy stared at her with disbelief on his 
face.  Andrea concentrated, bombarding Andy's mind with her lust.  She 
whispered, "I'm going to make you feel better.  Just relax...  I'm going 
to make it grow soon.  You're soo-o-o-o horny..."  She dropped her voice, 
making him work to hear her deep, mellifluous voice, the one she had used 
when she was a phone sex operator.  Andy's cock began to lengthen again, 
and Andrea kept transmitting her desire directly into his subconscious.  
"I know my voice is so-o-o-o soft, and sexy...  And you're so horny...  I 
can tell...  And I'm ready for you...  Come to me now...  Oh, I'm sooo hot 
for you...  And you're so ready...  I can't wait...  I need you..."  
Andrea raised the pitch of her voice and the sped up the cadence of her 
words as she had learned to do over the phone.

   Andy had been tortured by Danielle's teasing, and Andrea had unfastened 
the restraints on his id with her voice.  After about a minute, all he saw 
was a beautiful, sexy woman who radiated desire and embodied the 
fulfillment of his needs.  "Come here and kiss me," the red-haired, green-
eyed enchantress requested.  His tongue eagerly plunged into Andrea's 
willing and warm mouth.  She touched his erection, and he growled as the 
shock wave that the action had started hit his brain.  He eagerly began to 
remove her green jumpsuit.  Andy wanted this woman.  Badly.

   Andrea could now feel Andy's reciprocal lust and desire, which was now 
beginning to reinforce her own.  The power had eliminated the issue of her 
size, as it usually did with a man she wanted.  He leaned forward to kiss 
her again.  "Fuck me," Andrea stated.  The words were delivered with 
certainty.  She realized that she wouldn't need to say much for a while, 
and just reclined on the bed, waiting for him.  Andrea didn't have to wait 
long at all as Andy climbed on top of her and probed for the magic opening 
with the tip of his cock.  She was very wet, and he slid in with ease.  
Her contralto involuntarily went up three octaves, and a long moan passed 
her lips.  Andy's hips raised, preparing for the next mad thrust...

   "Stop," Gina commanded quietly.  Andy froze, despite the radiation of 
Andrea's heat around the head of his cock.  "Andrew, I will tell you when 
you are to come.  You will only feel... a slight change."  He started to 
get real frustrated, especially when Andrea's slick opening vibrated a 
little, and he sensed it with the tip of his cock.  "Fuck her now, 
Andrew," Gina quietly said.  She didn't need to use any power, that was 
for sure.  Andy's hips lowered slowly, and he almost passed out from the 
intense sensation of Andrea's warm, wet insides closing around his cock.  
She wiggled underneath him, and he drew a loud, hissing breath as he 
pulled all the way out, slowly, trying not to come too quickly.

   "Fu-u-u-uck meeeee," Andrea purred in her sexy contralto, and his 
control went away, his hips dropping and ramming into her.  He penetrated 
her repeatedly...  She grabbed frantically for his erect cock because he 
had slid out of her.  She stroked him for a couple of seconds electrifying 
his spine and Andy knew he couldn't last and... nothing happened.  His 
nuts didn't feel full.  Just like before in the library, Gina had removed 
the link in his body between stimulation and orgasm.  Andrea put him at 
her portal and gave a little grunt as she thrust her wide, wide hips 
forward.  Her pussy sucked at his cock, pulling him in.  Andy's hips 
pushed farther and they began fucking in earnest.  Side to side, up and 
down, a grinding circular roll that moved his cock around her pussy.  It 
clung to his member like warm, thin, soaking wet gauze.  Andrea started to 
gasp and pant.  Her rotund body shook with pleasure and she came, 
breathing in quiet, shallow, rapid sobs, hips jerking involuntarily.  
Andy's body tingled and burned with the sense of rising excitement, but he 
felt a long way away from the peak, and suddenly realized that this 
experience was going to last.  He shuddered in ripples buried inside of 
Andrea's churning, gripping, pulling, slippery womanhood.  And nothing 
twitched.  NOTHING.  Andy was gasping for air on top of this sweating, 
fleshy, fat witch, and he was still absolutely rigid, and incredibly 
turned on.

   "Kissme!" Andrea breathed, and they began to grind at each other, 
bodies still linked while their tongues explored.  Soon, Andy was eagerly 
slipping around on top and inside of her; slow then fast then grind...  
Andrea's tongue flailed away in his mouth, around his face and neck; her 
hips shook like jello, but she drove herself at Andy, matching his every 
movement.  She began to shudder, then quake.  Her eyes popped wide open 
and her mouth formed into a little "O" as her cunt pulsed rapidly, 
randomly at his cock.  Her internal contractions continued for a few 
seconds, and his body, freed from its usual mandatory response, was able 
to register her tiniest tic, driving him to a realm of sexual bliss 
undreamed of and Andy couldn't breathe and he couldn't think and the wave 
kept building and everything was so bright he...

   "Noooo," Andrea whined as Andy began to pull his still-hard cock out of 
her.  She was just beginning to descend from her peak, and wanted his 
body, his presence close.  She grabbed him and hugged him possessively.  
Andy kissed her, wet, and deep, and caring.  They undulated together, 
still engaged, kissing, the sweat from their bodies slurping as they 
wallowed in each other.  His cock was still rigid when Andrea finally let 
him go.  She rolled away slowly, washed in afterglow.  Yes, she had 
reached him, and it had been wonderful.  She smiled at him with the 
special smile a woman has after she has _made love_, and shared the 
experience with someone special.

   "You see, Andrew?  Not all women have to be slender and lithe to make 
magic."  Gina had watched the whole encounter, seemingly unaffected by the 
sudden explosion of raw passion between Andrea and Andy.  Andrea dressed 
leisurely, a soft smile on her face while Andy tried to figure out exactly 
what had just happened.  She turned and smiled at him with a gleam in her 
green eyes that communicated the mixture of lust, desire, fulfilled needs, 
and intimacy she felt.  It resonated in him, stirring a very similar 
mixture of his emotions.

   "We _will_ do this again, Andy."  Andrea's contralto had returned, and 
it broke his fascinated, self-absorbed reverie.  She gave him one last 
special smile before turning to Gina.  "Your ladyship," Andrea said 
formally, then left the room.  Andy watched her leave the room with more 
than a hint of regret, and quite a bit of shame at his early thoughts 
about her physical appearance.  Questions swirled in his mind.

   "No, she didn't make you do anything you didn't want to.  That was you, 
responding to her sensual presence.  Once your eyes stopped telling you 
that she was unattractive, the rest of your senses were free to pick up 
her broadcast," Gina explained.  "Yes, she's very fat, and she was lonely 
before joining us.  Her only sex was with selfish men.  Now she has the 
power to make a man ignore her obesity, and sense the more... important 
things about her.  That is why you couldn't resist her.  It was a 
wonderful experience, wasn't it?"  Andy nodded wholeheartedly.  Gina 
smiled, pleased that he was able to admit it.

   Andy thought about the sudden, enormous amount of desire he had for 
Andrea, and how the fulfillment of that desire was beyond all 
expectations.  He moaned as he had a sensory flashback, and his cock 
twitched, still hard.  His eyes landed hungrily on Gina.  He wanted to 
fuck some more.

   Gina didn't need to read his mind.  She just reached into his head and 
pulled the plug on his sex drive, knowing that the built-up energy would 
feed back and prime him.  The rising urge that accompanied the realization 
put a sharp, delicious edge on her anticipation.  "No, Andrew," she said 
firmly.  "Come down...  All that precious energy...  So bottled up...  So 
difficult to keep it penned in...  Building up...  raw power...  
trapped..."

   A tickling sensation filled his head.  As Gina spoke, Andy's body began 
to vibrate rapidly with minute oscillations.  A strange pressure seemed to 
fill him; it wasn't painful; just a pressured sensation everywhere.  It 
continued to build, and made him feel as if he was going to explode.  The 
world started to dance around him, and he quickly collapsed on the bed, 
sweating.  He heard Gina growl seductively, "I'm so hungry now, Andrew," 
and felt the bed move.  The world stopped spinning long enough for him to 
see her climb on top of him.  She was fully dressed, her hands were on 
either side of his head, and her legs straddled his hips.  The fabric of 
her dress brushed his flaccid penis.  "Give me what I want," she 
whispered.

   Andy opened his mouth with effort, the pressure threatening to 
overwhelm him.  Gina leaned closer to his face, and a bright blue light 
temporarily blinded him.  At first, he thought it was coming from her open 
mouth.  As the pressure in his body eased, he began to realize that the 
light was coming from him.  Gina was stealing--something!  Andy 
immediately panicked, horrified by the spectacle of the light that danced 
between their open mouths.  He forced himself to shut his mouth after a 
few more seconds.  The light stopped.  "Ohhh, nooo, Andrew, don't do 
that," Gina sang, softly, entreatingly.  "I'm so very hungry for you.  
_Please_ let me have your light."  His mouth opened slowly, of its own 
accord, and the blue light that sparkled with iridescent dark flecks 
resumed.  So blue...  dancing, almost a tangible thing.  Gina straddled 
him, stealing his... light... blue... so blue... gray... blue... black...

   He woke up with a start.  So this is the afterlife.  Andy looked 
around, and instinctively shook his head to clear the cobwebs; there 
weren't any.  He looked at the flowing white all around him and was 
relieved when he figured out his surroundings.  He was alone under the 
covers of Gina's spacious canopied bed.  Somebody had very carefully 
tucked him in, too.  Andy stretched, elated by the knowledge that he was 
still alive.  There were clean clothes laid out for him on the dressing 
chair.  He got up to go to the bathroom.  It took him three tries to find 
it; he tried the doors for two walk-in closets full of women's clothes 
first.  Andy hesitated, then looked at himself in the mirror.  He didn't 
feel or look any different, but something had happened last night.  He 
realized that Gina had stolen something important, but he didn't know 
exactly what.  Terror swallowed him whole when Andy remembered something 
that Gina had said that afternoon in the library, and suddenly it all 
became clear.  _That_ was what happened to Jack the Ripper.  She had 
sucked the life right out of him.  And tried to do the same to Andy.

   Anger rose slowly, then suddenly flared red-hot.  He had been--
violated, in the most personal sense.  She had taken some of Andy's 
(meta?) physical being.  She had seduced him into surrendering it.  While 
Danielle had abused and humiliated him, at least he was still alive, and 
it would eventually end.  Andy would not let anyone steal his life a piece 
at a time.  If Gina was going to kill him, he was going to force her to do 
it all at once.  There was no way Andy was going to let himself be a 
leisurely meal for a succubus.  He hoped she'd choke on it.  The anger 
gave him purpose; it now burned white-hot and molten at Andy's core, 
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