Subject: MNA: The Coven (fd mc mf ff) 04/07
The Coven 4 by The Flying Pen

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fueling every action he made.  He hoped that it would be enough to help 
him survive the inevitable mental attack.

   A blonde girl met Andy as he was descending the steps.  "Her ladyship 
is in the library," she replied to his terse question.  If the young woman 
had detected any of the viciousness in his thoughts, she didn't do 
anything about it, and continued up the staircase.  Andy forced his anger 
back down, holding it tenuously in check; he was in the lair of the enemy.  
He lost his cool, calculated composure halfway down the hall of the second 
floor when he saw the blonde girl approach from the opposite direction.  
Andy silently blasted himself for failing to count on the possibility of a 
second passage.  Now Gina had been warned, and was waiting for him.  The 
girl smiled at him initially, her expression turning to puzzlement as he 
watched her walk by.  Andy forced himself to smile back, which seemed to 
ease the question in her mind, and after a brief smile, she continued 
towards the stairwell.  He didn't move until he heard her footsteps echo 
in the Grand Hall.  He gathered strength from his barely concealed anger 
until he felt reasonably secure in its fire, then resumed his mission: a 
confrontation with the thing that was killing him.  The doors to the 
library were shut, and Andy pulled at one of them with fury-enhanced 
strength.  The heavy wooden door flew open smoothly, quietly on its well-
oiled hinges and he stalked in.

   "You're angry with me, Andrew," Gina's voice said calmly from the chair 
behind the desk.  She swung around to face him with a relaxed, calm air 
about her.  He surrounded himself protectively with his anger.  "Please 
sit down, and I will explain it all."  Andy ignored her offer.  The venom 
pouring from his rage-filled core at the sight of her had strengthened his 
resolve.  Suddenly, a cascade of physical relief passed through him.  The 
bitch just shot me with the vestiges of an orgasm, he realized.  His 
stride faltered as his knees buckled, but the anger blazed on, and he 
continued his malicious approach.  Another few steps, and the sensation 
intensified, slowing him further.  "Andrew," she said with a small sigh, 
"Do sit down or else you'll fall."  The words were as tangible and as 
gentle as a lover's caress.

   "Yes, Mistress Gina," Andy replied, sighing, obeying her as if drugged.  
He sank into one of the plush chairs in front of the desk.  His body 
jerked at the hips and he basked in the warm, soothing glow.  So warm, so 
intense, so good.  It smothered the flame at his core, and he was 
completely at her mercy.  It had been so easy for her to rob Andy of his 
motivation and will.  Even that knowledge failed to reignite the cold, 
insignificant pebble in the pit of his soul.  He just felt too good.

   Andy was looking at Gina with wonder and devotion on his face.  "That's 
much better," she said, re-settling herself in her chair.  Gina stopped 
the stimulation of Andy's brain, and let the anger she had absorbed from 
him flow out of her.  Such passion...  Andy blinked as the intense 
physical pleasure faded from his senses.  "Now, are you willing to listen, 
or do I have to zap you again?  I'd like you to join me for lunch, but if 
I have to do that again, you'll be useless for a few more hours," she 
cautioned.  She had directly stimulated his pleasure centers more strongly 
than ever before; he had been too angry for gentler persuasion.  
Unfortunately, if she had to prolong that stimulation, he'd need at least 
eight hours of sleep, and a big meal when she stopped.  Andy nodded 
slowly, still slightly addled.  Gina inhaled, and began to explain, making 
sure that she kept from answering his questions before he asked them.  She 
needed the appearance of being normal right now.  "First, I didn't steal 
anything.  I merely took some... excess."  Gina pouted.  "I even let you 
see what it looked like.  I thought you might like to see how pretty it 
is."  She sighed ruefully.  "I suppose I was wrong."

   "I know that you kill by taking people's--life force," Andy began.  "So 
how can you take excess??  That's what keeps people ALIVE!!!  All I know 
is that I have less of it now than last night before you ate."  His voice 
had gotten a little louder.

   "You are assuming that life force is not a renewable resource," Gina 
replied calmly.  She smiled, because his hysteria had been almost 
instantly replaced by confusion as soon as she said it.  He doesn't know 
how it works, and that bothers him.  He's so curious...

   Andy was quiet while he thought about what Gina had just said for a few 
seconds.  Then he ran through everything else he had managed to figure out 
about the coven and something didn't add up.  He hesitated before asking 
the next logical question.  "But if that's true, then why do people die?"  
Everything that Gina had just said didn't make any sense, unless that 
meant that everybody was capable of prolonging their own life.

   "You have much to learn," Gina smiled again.  She stood and held out 
her hand.  "And much to share in teaching.  Shall we retire to the sun 
room for lunch?"  Andy took her hand and wondered exactly where she was 
leading him.  His fear and anger had been subdued, not by Gina, but by the 
curiosity that had marked his youth.  None of the caution acquired by 
experience raised an objection, either.  They passed the blonde girl 
again, this time on the first floor.  Andy looked at her carefully, 
tactlessly, with his mouth hanging slightly open.  Gina tugged at his arm, 
and he met her eyes with guilt all over his face.  Third degree 
harassment, he thought.  "I see you've met Tricia and Heather.  The 
twins," Gina said, a smile crossing her face.  "Even I have trouble 
telling them apart."

				 The Coven

			    Lessons (continued)

   They went to the bedroom after lunch, instead of the library.  "Don't 
be so scared," she admonished.  "You are positively reeking of 
defensiveness.  No woman in her right mind would care to meet you right 
now."  Gina patted his leg as they sat on the bed; Andy forced himself not 
to flinch.

   "So many questions, such a need to know.  I feel that you missed 
something last night, so I've decided to try again."  Gina looked at him; 
not quite willing to let go of what he _knew_, in spite of all that he had 
seen.  But he was very curious, which would allow for repeated 
instruction.  Perhaps that would overcome his stubbornness.  She quickly 
scanned his surface thoughts.  Andrew was wondering if she was going to 
steal more of his life.  Before she could answer to reassure him, Andrea 
walked into the bedroom without announcing herself.  Andrew's reaction was 
immediate and unanticipated.  "Embarrassment, Andrew?  Why?" Gina asked, 
somewhat peeved.  "The two of you shared something magical.  Yet you are 
afraid to admit that, even to yourself.  You're desperately trying to keep 
your attraction for her locked up, out of reach."  She felt compelled to 
explain to Andrew how his mind was working before she--handled it.

   Andrea was just sitting on a corner of the bed, her green eyes aglow.  
Unnerved, Andy moved away from both women, disguising the movement as a 
lazy roll and masking his thoughts.  Andrea's eyes regained his when he 
stopped.  He found that he couldn't look away.

   Andrea had started to get wet an hour ago, when she got the message 
that Gina wanted her to visit Andy again, after lunch.  While last night 
had been _very_ good, and surprisingly close, now he was attuned to her.  
Andrea had had only one experience with a man who was completely, 
reciprocally open to her, but it had been _incredible_.  She looked at 
Andy, broadcasting her heat for him directly into his mind, trying to burn 
away his shyness with her gaze.

   "She's sending you a message, Andrew.  You're trying to avoid receiving 
it," Gina quietly said.  "Let me help refresh your memory."  The room fell 
silent as Andrea continued to stare at him with vibrant green eyes.  "Last 
night, she was very wet for you, and you were so - sooo hard for her.  
Extend your senses, _feel_ her inner and outer heat.  The taste of her 
mouth and lips, so very sweet.  The sound of her passion.  Remember all of 
that.  Your body does."  Gina very carefully stripped the reserve from 
Andy's mind, exposing his rational thoughts, which held him in check, to 
his raging libido, which Andrea had stirred to a boil.  Gina didn't want 
him to believe that he'd been--tampered with.  Eventually, Andrew would 
learn how to reach this state on his own.  But right now...  "Can you feel 
the heat rising in your loins?  Do you remember the lust, the need of last 
night?  So urgent...  Let it all come back to you...  Her taste, her 
touch...  Her smell...  The *sound* of her passion for you..."

   Andy's cock was almost completely erect.  Andrea pursed her lips at 
him, the first movement she had made since Gina began her monologue.  He 
fumbled with the zipper and kicked his way free of his pants.  Gina 
touched him as he started for the equally frantically undressing Andrea.  
"You will not come unless I command it."  His dick bounced across the bed 
with him and Andrea and Andy collided.

   Their lips crashed and sealed, their tongues sliding, intertwining, 
circling.  Her large body radiated heat.  Andrea flooded Andy's mind with 
her desire.  She was very attracted to Gina's current favorite; and 
grateful that Gina was unselfish.  She stroked Andy's body softly with her 
hands, then rolled him on top of her and grabbed his cock, running her 
balled hand lightly along his full length.  He moaned into her mouth and 
she broke the kiss, gasping.  Andrea guided his erection to her entrance.  
Andy kissed her again, greedily sucking on her sweet tongue as she 
whimpered.  Andrea's hips jerked, urging him to penetrate her.  She 
grabbed his face and whipped her tongue into a frenzy of renewed activity.  
Her whimpers became rhythmic, guttural, higher-pitched imploring moans.  
He pushed into her and Andrea's cunt pulled at his cock, drawing him all 
the way into her.  Andrea felt--complete.

   Andy thrust at her energetically, enthusiastically, any concern about 
her obesity dissipated in the heat of their lust.  Andrea gasped and her 
body jiggled as his hips pistoned continuously, pulling his cock almost 
all the way out before their bodies crashed together.  "Ohhh... Ohhhhh... 
Ye-e-e-essss!!!"  Andrea's soprano-voiced approval signaled the start of 
her orgasm and her fingers pressed into Andy's back as she vibrated for a 
few seconds.  He stopped thrusting and felt the tingle of approaching 
orgasm stay out of reach.  Andrea's breathing resumed and the tension in 
her body vanished very slowly.  Andy started to pump at her some more.  
"No," she gasped, "notyet - toosensitive."  He lay on top of his red-
haired lover, still fully erect, buried completely inside her while she 
stroked his back, neck and face, brushing his face and chest with her 
lips.  The wonderful, warm, silken feel of Andrea's cunt paled in 
comparison to the sense of her loving, passion-driven care.

   Her green eyes narrowed sultrily, filling again with hunger of the 
intimate kind.  "Slowly," she whispered before pulling his head back to 
hers'.  Their faces melted together in a slow, loving kiss, making his 
cock grow a little more.  Andy began to grind at her and Andrea's hips 
responded with a perfect counter rotation.  "Mmmmffffff!!!" she said, 
interrupting their kiss with the urgent grunt into his mouth.  Her eyes 
went wide at her body's sudden development of its' own mind.  "Ohhhh...  
Gawwwwdddd..."  Andrea moaned in her contralto, pelvis rotating, scraping 
her curly red muff against his curly black-haired pubic bone.  Andy's 
brain was beginning to lose its coherence.  He was registering pleasure 
beyond any experience he'd ever had.  Everywhere his skin touched Andrea 
sent powerful surges of liquid energy through his core; he buried his 
mouth at her chest to stifle the loud cry that spontaneously erupted from 
deep within.  Andrea's pussy fibrillated briefly and she stopped breathing 
for an instant, her mind scattered hopelessly, wonderfully.  She gave a 
soft, contented sigh and her chest resumed its rise and fall.  All the 
while, their hips rotated counter to each other.  Andy moaned loudly as 
his cock quivered and the tingle intensified and spread through his body 
in an instant.  Andrea pushed her hips even harder at him; they kissed and 
their bodies rubbed together frantically, the sense of touch driving their 
pleasure to higher peaks, and their movements lost all coordination.

   Andrea and Andy sighed together, sharing a final deep, long, kiss 
before he pulled out of her.  Andy looked at the half-lidded green eyes in 
her chubby face, framed by the straight red hair, and kissed her again, 
deeply.  A gentle push from Andrea kept him from trying to enter her 
again, which was what he _really_ wanted to do.  Andrea was sexy and he 
wanted her.  "Bring your passion back...  to me...  Gina...  your 
mistress..."  Suddenly the room spun, and he was lying down.  The room was 
dark.  How long had Andrea and he made love?  A flash of lightning 
illuminated the other two figures in the bed.  Andrea rose and switched on 
the light as thunder cracked nearby.  Andy's cock shrank a little when he 
watched her wobble back to the bed, naked.  He looked at her face, 
searching for some sign of the passion that they had shared.  He found the 
rose in her cheeks and smile in her eyes, nothing else.  Then he realized 
that they were enough.  Andy wanted to kiss her, to make love to Andrea 
again.  "Let me take care of it, Andrew," Gina purred.  "The urge is 
there, but you cannot release.  Do you feel the power build?  Deeep 
within... such power... trapped."  His body began to hum, a faint, almost 
tickling sensation that quickly intensified.  Beads of sweat broke out on 
his face; Andy felt feverish, and it grew worse.

				    ***

   Gina had told her that Andy's life essence was special.  Andrea 
carefully followed the instructions that Gina had given her to view it.  
His physical form seemed to vanish.  Andrea watched the swirling blue 
light that was Andy dance faster; she guessed that it was a result of Gina 
bottling up his orgasm.  But he was so pretty...  Andrea turned and looked 
at Gina pleadingly, not daring to speak to the coven leader.  Andy's 
essence belonged to Gina, and Andrea would clearly be out of place to ask.

   Gina nodded at Andrea, getting some satisfaction from the expression of 
eager, pleased surprise that danced on Andrea's face.  She was one of the 
best of this group of initiates, very studious, and very... sympathetic; 
the perfect balance for Lia.  Andrea deserved this.

   Andrea's face filled Andy's vision and her mouth opened a few inches 
away from his.  His lips automatically opened, seeking another kiss, but 
her mouth stayed where it was for a few seconds.  Andy felt calmer, 
cooler, more relaxed as she leaned over him.  Andrea kissed him, wet and 
deep after a while.  "I hope you're here for a long time," she growled 
lewdly.  "Gina, he's delicious."  Gina smiled and nodded knowingly.  Andy 
felt fine, even though Andrea had drained some more of his life force.  He 
watched Andrea dress with regret.

   Gina watched her young charge as he lay naked on the bed.  She scanned 
his thoughts, and was surprised to find that he wasn't afraid of Andrea, 
or afraid of what she had done to him.  He had shared himself fully with 
Andrea.  Gina started to wonder if Andrea should have been the one to take 
some of his excess last night.  She wondered about her own motivations, 
her own desires for Andrew.  Could she be succumbing to her lust for his 
pretty essence?  She hadn't met many blues over the past four hundred 
years, and her last husband had been a blue.  Gina reminded herself that 
Andrew had to serve a purpose first.  Then she might... speak with 
Danielle.  She probed Andy gently again, but sensed his intimacy with 
Andrea as they just--looked at each other wordlessly.  Gina broke contact, 
not wanting to intrude.  At that moment, she became quite sure that she 
had chosen correctly.  "I want you to sleep; you need to get some rest.  
We will dine in the private room tonight," Gina commented.  She noticed 
whom he was paying attention to, and began to slow his higher brain 
functions.  He would need to be ready for tonight.  There was a wall to be 
breached.  "Yes, you sense her now, don't you Andrew?  But you need to 
rest... so-o-o-o tired, and sleepy...  So, warm, and tired...  sleep...  
sleep... sleep..."

   The late summer storm that lit up the sky vanished to Andy's senses.  
His eyelids drifted shut, pushed by the waves of lassitude and warmth that 
enveloped his brain and body.  He dreamed, happy ones of Andrea.  When he 
woke up, the sun was shining again, albeit lower in the sky.  Andy 
showered, shaved, and put on the clothes which Gina had left for him to 
wear.  The loose-fitting shirt and pleated, black casual pants seemed to 
flatter his relaxed contours.  He guessed that she was dressing him up for 
show.  He combed his hair while he inspected himself in the mirror, 
looking for any signs of premature aging.

   "Andrew, dinner will be served in an hour--Oh!  I see that you've 
already arisen and are almost dressed," Gina said, breezing into the 
bathroom.  She was again impeccably dressed with her usual flair for 
appearing casual in a designer ensemble.  Andy looked a little more 
carefully and silently noted that her beauty was not hidden underneath a 
glamorous facade.

   "Why, thank you, Andrew.  As I said before, maybe you'll find out," 
Gina replied to his ensuing thought.  Actually, Gina knew exactly when he 
would find out, but kept that to herself.  He blushed, but she broke any 
tension he felt by finishing sincerely, "I _do_ appreciate the compliment.  
I always like to look my best."

   "About Andrea--" Andy hesitantly started, hoping that Gina would 
interrupt him in her usual way.

   Gina suppressed a smile at his thoughts and decided to oblige him.  
"No, it's not love," she flatly stated.  "It also is not artificial.  
There is a very real physical magic between the two of you.  Her weight is 
a very large obstacle for you, but she used the power to--block off, for 
want of a better term, your preconceived notions.  Once you were free of 
those restraints, you reacted to her as if she were as svelte as Danielle.  
Andrea did not make you fuck her; that was your own decision."

   The implications were becoming clear to him, but Andy still thought 
that he had been coerced into making a decision he wouldn't have normally 
made.  Gina frowned a little when she read that thought.  Still afraid to 
accept what he's been seeing...  She shook her head in puzzlement.  Andrew 
had obviously accepted Andrea's magical nature, and given of himself to 
fill her desire, but he still didn't want to accept the magical nature of 
the entire situation.  Strange young man...

   Andy began to wonder what he would say to Andrea during dinner.  He was 
determined not to be defensive or embarrassed about anything.  It _had_ 
been wonderful both times, and he more than half-hoped that they would do 
it again.  Andy glanced at Gina while he was musing, and there was that 
odd half-smile that always seemed to be on her face.  If she had read his 
thoughts about Andrea, she wasn't going to comment on them.  Her silence 
fed his anxiety and he paced around the room with jumbled thoughts.

   Gina just let him stew, knowing that the surprise she had in store for 
Andrew would keep him off-balance.  While Andrea had been an important 
object lesson for him, she needed his fetishes and "preconceived notions" 
for this evening.  Two birds with one stone...  Gina checked the time; her 
watch seemed to be moving more slowly than usual, she noted wryly.  Andy 
hadn't stopped trying to wear a rut in the carpet, and he hadn't said 
anything for a while.  She watched him for a little bit longer, and 
decided that this routine was boring.  "I am tired of watching you pace 
like a caged animal," Gina said.  "Our dinner guest has not arrived yet, 
but let's go downstairs.  A cocktail may do you good," she suggested.

   Gina offered Andy her arm, and they went to the sun room, which had 
been set up for cocktails.  Someone brought her a gin and tonic within a 
few seconds of their arrival; Andy saw the look of ecstasy flash across 
the server's face.  Gina's unique way of saying "Thank you" was 
interesting to watch.  A brief ache rang inside him, wanting the same 
feeling.  The server lit Gina's cigarette while she sat and gestured to 
Andy.  "Come, join me, Andrew.  What would you like to have?"

   Before he could reply, Steven walked briskly into the room.  The major 
domo fairly glowered when he saw Andy.  "Mistress Gina," he announced, 
"Mistress Angie has called to say that she is on her way.  She apologizes 
greatly in advance for her tardiness."  Steven shot daggers at Andy with 
another glance.  Gina waved him away dismissively, but not before deciding 
that Steven was about to be demoted.  Susan could use a new toy for a 
while...

   "Be glad you cannot read his mind," Gina casually said.  "He's quite 
jealous of you, doubly so since you are dining with Angie."  Angie...  
Angie...  Now where have I...  The name clicked from an earlier discussion 
Andy had had with Steven; she was supposed to be the best-looking of all 
the women in the coven.  He immediately ordered a rum and orange juice.  
Andy was going to be a nervous wreck by dinner.  Gina had allowed him to 
believe that he would be dining with her and Andrea.  Andy opened his 
mouth to say something to her, but then figured that since she hadn't 
already commented, Gina wasn't going to answer the spoken question, 
either.

   Gina decided to surprise him; it was always good to keep them guessing.  
"I--suggested that she might want to meet you, Andrew.  This weekend 
seemed to be an opportune time, and dinner makes for easy conversation."  
She paused to grab his slightly masked thought, then resumed, "Yes, she is 
very attractive, and she is looking forward to making your acquaintance."  
Gina spent the next minutes sipping at her drink, and watching him with an 
amused expression on her face.  Andrew was very nervous, and--a little 
intimidated.  If he's this much in awe of Angie before seeing her...

   Angie arrived a few minutes late for dinner, and Andy lost any 
composure that he might have had.  Steven had not been exaggerating.  
Angie was very short, about five feet tall with curly honey-blonde hair to 
just below her shoulders.  Her body was a little fuller than Elizabeth's, 
but she was perfectly rounded where it was called for.  Sparkling hazel 
eyes accented her gorgeous face with its small nose and full lips.  He was 
immediately captivated by this tiny, sexy, gorgeous woman.  "Hi, I'm 
Angie.  Gina has told me so much about you," she bubbled with a genuine 
smile.  A little bit of blood made its way south.  Angie pulled out a 
cigarette.  Andy desperately wanted to light it, but didn't have anything 
capable of producing a flame--except his body, which threatened to 
spontaneously combust at any second.  Gina actually giggled, an 
uncharacteristic sound.  Andy realized that she knew exactly what was 
going on in his head, and he was helpless to hide any of it.  Angie smiled 
again, offering him her hand to be escorted to dinner.

   Andy spent too much time looking longingly at Angie and paying an 
inordinate amount of attention to her during dinner for anything else to 
have registered.  Gina had given him a lighter so he could provide the 
courtesy.  Angie would wait patiently for Andy to offer, so he didn't have 
to rush like a fool even though he acted like one.  He was far too busy 
adoring Angie, and desperately tried to conceal the less-than-gentlemanly 
thoughts that kept popping up from Gina with a screen of nonsense surface 
thoughts.  After dinner had been removed, Gina and Angie began to speak in 
earnest about coven business.  His raging hormones cooled, flaring only 
when Angie would turn that million-dollar face and smile at him while 
pulling out a petite cigarette.  "...There are many aspects of the power 
that you haven't begun to suspect, Angie."  The woman of Andy's present 
fantasies nodded very attentively.

   "Well, I feel kinda weird," she hesitated.  "I mean... it's sort of--
like almost... too much for me.  Don't get me wrong, I like being in the 
coven, but I don't need the power to make guys do what I want.  I mean--"  
Angie turned to Andy, who blushed reflexively.  "Like he does, most guys 
go nuts over me, and I can always pick one that I want."  She turned away 
and lowered her voice, "Of course, I'm not afraid of bigger guys anymore.  
I _have_ used the power to..."

   Gina smiled at her.  "Being a recent initiate, there are many things 
that may not have yet occurred to you."  She stopped to light her own 
cigarette before Andy could react, then brushed his senses with the 
faintest touch of pleasurable arousal, leaving him speechless and 
thoughtless for a few instants.  "...Enhance experiences, realize 
scenarios.  Yes, I can see where you would need it as a defensive tool, 
but even for someone as attractive as you, there is much more."  Angie 
blushed at Gina's praise.  "Shall we go to the classroom?"

   That snapped Andy out of the pleasant stupor he had allowed himself to 
luxuriate in.  He thought he was Danielle's training aid.  On the one 
hand, this meant that he was going to do something with Angie, and the 
thought of the tiny woman commanding him made his pants feel a little 
tighter.  Then he recalled his experiences with Danielle, and immediately 
started wondering what scenarios someone as bubbly and nice as Angie would 
want to realize.  Her darker fantasies might be horrific.  Any reluctance 
Andy had vanished when Gina stimulated his pleasure centers, reminding him 
what true ecstasy felt like.  "Yes, Mistress Gina," he replied eagerly.  
He followed the two women, hoping that Gina would reward him with another 
dose of concentrated pleasure when they got to where they were going.  
Much to Andy's surprise, they headed upstairs to Gina's master bedroom.

   Angie asked Gina if she had hypnotized Andy.  The pixie wondered aloud 
if his response had been triggered by some post-hypnotic command.  "No," 
Andy grinned, interrupting before Gina could answer.  "It's just that I 
think that it would be--good for me to do what she says," he elaborated, 
casting a sideways glance of amusement at Gina.

   Gina didn't say anything.  That was significant.  Andrew had actually 
admitted that he was hooked.  He's going to be a wonderful training aid 
for Danielle...  She stopped thinking about the future, and concentrated 
on Angie's lesson.  "Angie, what do you think of Andrew?" Gina asked as 
the three of them sat down on the bed.  "Say for example, you've met him 
at a bar, and had pleasant conversation as we have had tonight."  She felt 
Andrew prepare himself for ego deflation.  Oh, no you don't, she thought, 
I'm not going to let you crawl into that defensive shell.  Immediately, 
Gina caressed his mind gently, leaving him temporarily defenseless and 
open.

   Angie hesitated.  "Go on, I can assure you that he won't be offended," 
Gina urged the diminutive woman.  "That's easy for her--"  The cynical 
thought died in Andy's mind as Gina opened his pleasure centers fully, 
effectively letting him drug himself as the endorphin flow increased.  
Angie could have called him an ugly, disgusting pig and he wouldn't have 
been insulted.

   "Well..."  Angie was still unsure of what she should say, finally 
deciding to take Gina's word for Andy's mental condition.  "He's a real 
nice guy n'all that, and I like him but..."  Angie paused, studying his 
face for a reaction.  His beatific smile remained in place.

   Gina kept him under self-sedation; that was the best way to keep Angie 
from worrying about Andrew's feelings.  It also had the benefit of looking 
like Gina wasn't controlling him, so Angie wouldn't get distracted.

   Angie watched the expression on Andy's face carefully, but it hadn't 
changed.  She looked away from him.  "But he really doesn't do anything 
for me, y'know?  It's like... my insides don't get all jumpy when I talk 
to him or he talks to me."  Feeling guilty despite the placid display he 
presented, Angie turned back to Andy and quickly added, "But ya make me 
laugh, an' you're so nice, an' you're a real gentleman, an' I like you a 
lot.  Just not _that_ way."

   Even in his quasi-stupor Andy could see the genuine concern on her 
angelic face.  She needn't have worried that he would have been insulted 
because nothing would have bothered him at that point.  He probably would 
have laughed at getting shot.  Somewhere way in the back of his mind he 
thought she was sweet for caring.

   "Angie," Gina began, simultaneously closing the gates on Andy's 
pleasure center, "which would you rather have?  Great sex with a man who 
makes your insides sizzle and turns out to be a real bastard otherwise, or 
great sex with a man whom you like very much?"

   Andy could see that Angie looked puzzled.  The pleasant haze had faded 
instantly, and he was now able to react to anything that happened.  He was 
also curious about what Gina was doing, and beginning to hope that this 
was going where he thought it was.  "Wh-wh-what?"  Angie stuttered.  "I 
mean, if you're talking about a guy who I think is really attractive and I 
like a lot, definitely the last one.  But I don't see--"

   Angie's line of thought was pretty obvious.  "What this has to do with 
Andrew?" Gina anticipated.  "Very simply, you have told me that he is 
unattractive to you to the point that you would not be sexually interested 
in him."  Andy managed not to grimace; Gina felt him flinch inside.  "What 
if I could guarantee you that sex with him would be fantastic, far better 
than any sexual experience you have had."  Gina looked at Andrew sharply, 
a warning in her eyes.  She could easily read his worry about being able 
to live up to what she had just claimed for him.  It was a very flimsy 
situation; any act of persuasion from Gina would destroy the value of 
Angie's lesson.  If Andrew were to express any doubts, Angie would see no 
need to try.  Gina was just going to have to rely on Andrew's attraction 
to Angie for him to keep quiet.  "Angie, why were you attracted by my 
offer to join the coven?"  A quick scan showed that Andrew wasn't going to 
say anything.  He was too interested in getting under Angie's skirt.

   "Well, the idea of having this power over guys was so cool, and some of 
the stuff you did when you were training me looked fantastic," Angie 
replied, her eyes sparkling at the memory.  Her voice grew a little--
regretful.  "But I can't do it like you do.  I've tried, but it doesn't 
seem to work for me."  She looked embarrassed.

   "That's quite all right.  Each member of the coven has her own distinct 
style of wielding the power, in part because the power manifests itself 
differently in each individual.  It is a personal trait, not some generic 
power.  As for my skills, Angie, you must remember that I have had seven 
hundred years of practice," Gina consoled her.  "But that part about 
power... what exactly did you mean by 'some of the stuff looked 
fantastic?'"

				 The Coven

			    Lessons (continued)

   Angie looked up, trying to decide whether she should reveal her fantasy 
to Gina or not.  Ever since she had seen "The Hip Hypnotist" make hunky 
guys passionately kiss complete strangers from the audience on cable TV, 
Angie had dreamed of being able to do the same thing.  She watched as many 
movies with hypnotism in them as she could find, slightly disappointed in 
that most movies showed women being hypnotized.  That was OK for a little 
bit of a thrill, but there weren't many where the guy got zapped.  
Besides, all of her boyfriends had been willing to "hypnotize" her, but 
were more than reluctant to submit, even if it meant just acting 
hypnotized.  She had gone so far as to take some hypnosis lessons, but 
failed miserably; she wasn't confident enough.  Maybe this was the chance 
she was looking for.  In a low, embarrassed voice, Angie began, "Well, I 
always liked that--vacant--look that some guys got when you were showing 
me how to do it at first.  Y'know, that hypnotized thing."  Angie lowered 
her eyes.  "I've tried to do it since, but it never seems to work, and I 
didn't see you hypnotize him tonight," she said, whining slightly.

   Gina tried to remember the exact circumstances of Angie's early 
training as a novice, then nodded slowly as she began to comprehend 
Angie's fetish.  "So you like the idea of having men in a trance, in a 
sort of... hypnotic thrall to you," she probed.

   "Uh-huh," Angie answered very quickly.  "But I can't make it happen," 
she whined, unmistakably frustrated.

   "Why don't you try on Andrew," Gina said.  It was more an assignment 
than a suggestion.  Angie's puzzled, worried expression told Gina that the 
lesson would definitely take.  As for Andrew, the possibility of having 
sex with Angie was enough to keep him quiet, in a state of semi-arousal.  
"Go on, dear, hypnotize him," she encouraged.

   Angie took a deep breath, then focused her eyes on Andy, trying to 
remember what she had learned in the hypnosis class.  "Look into my eyes, 
Drew.  Deeply...  Yes, tha-a-a-aat's i-i-it... You are beginning to get 
sleeeeeepy...  So sleeepy as you look into my pretty, pretty eyesss...  
You are going deeeper..."

   There was a big problem here.  Andrew was wide awake and completely 
alert, trying hard not to snicker.  Gina sighed.  No wonder Angie had 
trouble hypnotizing anybody.  The diminutive woman stopped her non-
hypnotic spiel.  "Gina?  Ummm... do you have like, a pendant or 
something?"  Angie's voice sounded embarrassed.

   "Angie," Gina interrupted, "why haven't you used the power?"

   "Because guys get all doofy," Angie replied, almost before Gina 
finished her sentence.  They don't like--go under.  It's real hard to 
explain, I mean, I've tried, but they aren't really hypnotized."

   The young girl's unhappiness over this transmitted very clearly.  Gina 
realized from Angie's answer that she was using way too much power for 
what she wanted to do.  It was also true that the pretty initiate had only 
been taught the rudiments of using the power.  Given her sex appeal, there 
had been no need, until now, for Angie to figure out some of its 
subtleties.  The bludgeon of command was not the most potent aspect of the 
power; the hook of seduction was.  And seduction was most definitely one 
thing that Angie could do without the power.  Gina turned to Andrew and 
whispered, "You will not come until I tell you to.  You will get your 
chance, I promise."  She did the necessary tinkering in Andy's head.  Two 
birds with one stone tonight, if she was lucky.  And judging by Andrew's 
state of extreme interest, she was definitely going to get lucky.  "Let me 
teach you how," Gina said to Angie.  "For what you want to do, you cannot 
use the power in its most raw form.  There is quite a bit of finesse 
involved, and... the 'subject' does have something to do with it."  

   Angie leaned forward, complete attention on her face.  "First, you must 
understand that when you use the power to control a man, you are 
essentially possessing their body.  You know how to do that; it was all a 
part of your training.  However, it is a much more difficult task to have 
someone, like Andrew, surrender his control to you," Gina lectured.  In 
order to do that, you must first seek the essence of the man, for you wish 
not merely to hold his body, you are asking to be the guardian of his 
soul."  Gina paused.  "Now close your eyes, dear, and think of a man, 
completely, body and soul, in your power."  Angie shut her eyes very 
tightly.  "He has given his control, his inner self over to you in trust.  
Can you sense him?  Can you sense his power?  Do you feel it?"

   Andrew's aura had started to glow--Gina could feel his essence well 
beyond the boundaries of his body.  He was silently, unknowingly, begging 
Angie to seize it.  Angie murmured no.  Gina sighed, very quietly, so that 
she wouldn't discourage the initiate.  Fighting her impatience, and her 
growing desire to possess Andrew's life essence herself, Gina resumed 
Angie's instruction.  "Concentrate.  Sense him, who he is at his very 
core," she urged quietly.  "Don't think about his body, or his face; think 
about _him_.  He's giving himself to you."  Gina waited for about a 
minute.  "_Now_ can you sense it?"  Andrew's aura dominated the 
metaphysical space in the room.  Angie would have to actively try to avoid 
sensing it.

   "Uh-huh," Angie replied.  She opened her eyes and gasped, "He's all 
blue and sparkly!"  Andy looked at himself.  He didn't see anything except 
his unabated erection pushing painfully at his pants.  "Oooohhh, it's 
so... _pretty_, Gina.  Is that--him?"

   Gina nodded.  "And he's willing to let you have it for a little while.  
Think about how it would feel in your hands.  Concentrate on pulling it to 
you.  Andrew will let you, and then he will be yours to control--however 
you wish."  Andrew's attraction to Angie would make it easy for her to 
gain complete control of him  Gina noted the first signs of arousal in her 
student.  It didn't matter that Angie was not erotically attracted to 
Andrew.  She was on the verge of realizing a long-standing fantasy; if 
Quasimodo had been in the room, ready to hypnotize, Angie would wind up 
screwing him.

   "Drew," Angie started quietly, "I want to bring you very close to me.  
Come here."  Gina moved out of the way so Andy could sit right next to 
Angie.  "Lie down."  Angie wrapped herself in Andy's aura, as if it were a 
thick, fluffy comforter on a cold night.  She felt how warm, and how alive 
it was, then realized that Andy had indeed loaned it to her.  "Relax, 
Drew.  I have you..."

   Andy's brain had fogged, and his tongue thickened in his mouth.  His 
body felt like it weighed a ton.  "Gina!  This is so cool!  He's giving in 
to me," Angie reported.

   Her face began to flush.  She continued pulling at Andy's billowing 
blue essence, weaving herself a metaphysical cocoon.  "Soo-o-o warm... so 
peace-fullll..." the pixie said, picking up Andy's sensations through his 
aura, and echoing them aloud.  Angie felt his trust and his willingness.  
She could sense Andy; she held him very close, though his body was a foot 
away.  "With each word I become your mistress...  You will give yourself 
to me...  Deeeeep, warrrm....  So peaceful in my hands...  So safe," Angie 
purred, her hazel eyes becoming the center of Andy's conscious world.  
"Clo-o-ose your eyes...  Slowly... so-o-o-o re-la-a-a-axed...  You will 
obey me...  I am keeping you so warm...  so peaceful...  You exist to 
serve me...  I am wrapping you in the soft, soooothing waves of my 
power...  You are so-o-o deeeeeep...  In trance...  You are mine...  
Surrennnnder...  And o-beyyyy..."  Angie was thrilled.  Andy's eyes had 
closed and his body showed no tension at all.  She looked at her pretty 
blue cocoon, and pulled gently at the flowing sheet that connected him 
with it.  Andy's body gave a little jerk.  "You must obey Angie," she 
cooed.

   "I... must... obey... Angie," Andy said quietly.

   "You exist to please Angie," she prompted softly.  Angie's breathing 
had quickened, and the rose in her cheeks showed through her tan.

   "I... exist... to... please... Angie," he repeated.

   "Wow!  He's really under!  Ohhh, he's really--hypnotized!  Gina--this 
makes me so-o-o-o hot!  I mean, you don't know how long I've dreamed about 
this!"  She brushed the front of his pants.  "Does he feel this?"  Gina 
shrugged.  Angie kept rubbing, and the tent grew very quickly.  She 
giggled, "I can take off his pants and he doesn't even know!"  There was 
no mischief in her voice; it was full of excitement.

   Andy felt so warm... so heavy...  so... safe with her.  He heard 
Angie's voice, hollow and distant.  It abruptly became crystal clear.  
"Andy, you are going deeeeper into trance for Angie.  You will obey your 
mistress when you are so-o-o-o deep.  Say, 'I will obey Angie...  I will 
obey Angie...'"  Andy began to chant in tandem with her, any original 
thought in his mind held in abeyance by Angie's spell.

   Angie's part of the mantra became increasingly excited and urgent.  
Time lost any meaning for her and her thrall.  She had forgotten about 
Gina's patient teachings (and presence), about Andy's aura, and that she 
didn't really find Andy attractive.  Angie was very excited, wet, and she 
itched between her legs.  Andy's cock pointed straight up from his 
somnolent body less than a foot away.  "Uhhh.. uhh... mmmf... mnnn," Angie 
panted, wriggling out of her clothes.  "You are inn... inn.. my power!"  
She stroked her clit, shuddering at the finger-induced sizzle.  "I obey... 
my--"  Angie gasped, masturbating herself with increased intensity.  "I 
obey--Angie," she sighed as she pushed a finger in her cunt.

   "I... obey... Angie," Andy said in a mindless monotone, sending her 
into fetish overload.  She frantically climbed on top of him, squirming to 
settle down over his cock until her ass was on his legs.  Angie shimmied, 
grinding against the insensate Andy's pubic bone.  Her insides were slowly 
turning liquid, a rich, warm brew that shifted with her every move, making 
her world tilt.  She began to rock, her mind altered by the rising 
electricity of sexual sensation.

   "Nnnnnggghhh...  Unggh," she gurgled, huffing as she slid her hips 
repeatedly towards Andy's face.  Angie's eyes began to lose focus--the 
pressure above her filled pussy was building and spreading beyond her 
midriff.  "Give meee...  Gi-iive m-meee," she moaned, the pitch of her 
voice rising while her hips snapped sharply.  She was very close to 
orgasm, and her concentration was diluted by the ever-expanding pressure.  
Angie lost her grip on Andy's aura, too far in heat to be able to maintain 
it, too excited to care.

   Andy's eyes snapped open.  He groaned loudly after a split-second, the 
time it took for him to realize that he was inside of Angie, and that the 
tiny woman was fucking him with unchained passion.  He grabbed her hips; 
her whole body shook and she quickly focused on him and leaned forward.  
Her tight pussy grabbed his cock, sliding very little.  Andy pulled at her 
sides while he pushed his hips up.  Angie thrust her hips downward at him 
and her clit scraped his body, then got mashed.  "Ohhh... shit... I-I-I," 
she panted.  Her pussy began to squeeze Andy's cock even more.

   "Geeee-naaaaa!!!!!"  Angie wailed and went crazy, tossing her head and 
small body around on top of him while her pussy gripped and pulled at 
Andy's cock.  Angie bounced enthusiastically, her tanned face turning 
redder by the second.  Her breathing became erratic and then her pussy 
massaged him, churning, rippling along Andy's entire length, every 
surface, while Angie rotated her hips slowly.  Andy's hips quivered as 
every sense in his body sang loudly for a half-minute, then continued 
their crescendo.  "Ooooooohhhh," Angie sighed in a little-girl voice after 
a bit.  She ran her palms across his chest, teasing his nipples and Andy's 
hips snapped in response, stimulating her inner walls.  "Ooooh!  You like 
that!" Angie cooed.

   Gina made a mental note about that.  She watched silently from the 
other side of the bed.  It was becoming difficult to watch Andrew have sex 
without feeling a twinge of sexual arousal herself.  She narrowed her 
visual perception to the metaphysical spectrum; at least she'd had more 
practice fighting _that_ particular urge.  The hunger was easier to handle 
than the itch.

   Angie was babbling, "Gina...  he's still... mmmmf!  Hard... ohhhh, shi-
i-it..."  Both pairs of hips were still moving, keeping Angie and Andy in 
heat, and making concentration difficult, especially for Angie.  Her eyes 
went out of focus for a few seconds on a couple of occasions.  Finally, 
she inhaled deeply a few times, pressing her lips together tightly, then 
blinked.  She leaned to Andy's face.  "I'm going to hypnotize you again.  
Will you let me?"  He nodded slowly.  Angie sucked in some more air and a 
brief tremor ran through her.  "Yes...  I am reaching out for you...  You 
can't... resist... me..."  She pulled at the blue threads of his 
metaphysical presence, twining them in the fingers of her mind.  "I... 
am... yess...  ohhh.... yess...  your... miss-miss-mistress," she gasped, 
then paused to regain control of both of them.  "You want to make Angie 
happy, so you are going into trance for Angie."

   Andy's mind slowed to a crawl, his thoughts turning random and... 
unimportant.  "Deeeeper into trance...  for Angie...  deep... where you 
will serve Angie...  So warm... so safe...  so deeep...  obey Angie," she 
smoothly, quietly said.  "Now you live to serve me."  Angie's hips started 
to move again.  "You belong to Angie.  You are completely mine," she 
stated with confidence.

   "I... am... completely... yours,"  Andy emotionlessly intoned.

   "Say, 'I must obey my mistress' command.  Angie's command,'" she said, 
breathlessly.

   "I must obey... my mistress' command.  Angie's command," came the 
response.

   Andy's eyes were open, but Angie knew he couldn't see anything.  She 
held him in her fingers, stripped of will, and her cunt.  "Now, clo-o-ose 
your eyes and go very, very deep into your trance for Angie... Deeep into 
Angie's trance," she whispered, and Andy's eyes shut while his whole body 
went slack.  Except for his dick.  Angie continued to masturbate herself 
slowly on the live, warm, pulsing dildo.  She could do this forever... 
which gave her an idea.  Angie began to rub Andy's breasts in opposing 
circles.  He was too far in trance to manifest any of the earlier intense 
physical response.  "Drew..."  He hummed quietly.  "You are now ver-rry, 
ver-rry deep... in Angie's trance...  Can you say that?"

   "I am deep... in Angie's trance," he said.  Gina snapped out of her 
contemplation of his aura and her own plans for Andrew.  She wondered what 
Angie was doing.  Does she have something planned for Andrew, something 
special?  Gina began to pay attention; the possibility of a new, creative 
use of the power was always worth seeing.  Even if it meant she had to 
watch Andrew fuck somebody else.

   Angie kept rubbing Andy's breasts.  Do you feel Angie's hands, loving 
you the way you like to be loved?" she whispered enticingly.  Andy 
murmured yes.  "Then you will remember how deep you are, and you will go 
there when Angie loves you like this.  Whenever I rub your breasts, you 
will go into Angie's trance, where she will keep you warm... and safe...  
all you must do is obey..."  Angie abruptly looked up at Gina, still 
purposefully rubbing Andy's chest.  "Post-hypnotic suggestion," the petite 
initiate explained.  "I want to see if it works."  She looked back at her 
mesmerized sex toy and experimental subject.  "Andy... where are you?"

   "I am... deep.  Deep... in Angie's trance," he answered.

   Angie concentrated on riding the surge of power that his response sent 
through her.  She had to keep control just a little longer.  "Yes, and you 
will go there when I rub your breasts like this.  You will not remember, 
but you will always obey, do you understand?"  Andy assented in a gentle 
voice.  Angie closed her eyes.  He felt so good inside of her, and his 
blue was wrapped around her.  "Ohhh, deeep... Go-o-o deeeeep...  Fuck 
Angie from the depths of your trance...  Fuck your mistress..."  Before 
long, Andy was moving underneath her with increasing tempo.  "Ohhhh...  
_FUCK_ me!" Angie whined.  While his cock may have been having its usual 
physical effect, Angie's climb to orgasm was powered more by the power 
trip of holding the reins to Andy's will.  She leaned forward and 
flattened her upper body against his, grabbing onto him while her hips and 
lower body churned furiously.  She took one last look at his aura before 
surrendering to the physical pleasure of sex, her lower lips warm and 
pulsing, her clit swollen more than ever before and growing with each 
stroke.

   Andy woke up smothered in Angie, fucking her furiously from below.  
They rolled over and Andy started short, hard, gasping, panting strokes 
that bounced Angie against the bed.  She spread her legs wider, then 
wrapped them around his back.  The joining was all-important now; touch 
was everything.  Their pelvises slammed together, forcing tiny squeaks out 
of Angie's mouth.  She was dimly aware that she had lost control of Andy, 
but she no longer controlled herself and it felt wonderful and she didn't 
care 'cause her clit was real big as big as her body and they rolled over 
again and she was pushing down...

   Angie had given herself completely to the intense physical sensation 
that thundered through her small body.  It appeared that the lesson had 
been learned well; Angie had even taken her instruction one step further 
than Gina had anticipated.  Gina turned her attentions to Andrew, watching 
his aura dance frantically.  The black flecks that accented it were moving 
energetically, at random.  He was wrapped up in intense passion with 
Angie, a girl from his dreams who was flesh, and reciprocating his 
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