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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Now This Won't Hurt A Bit
Summary: Four teens have their first confrontation with the darkness
coming to Haven: a voluptuous school nurse sowing sexual chaos among
the students and teachers of Haven High.

Part: 30 of 38
Keywords: mf, ff, mF, Ff, FF, msolo, fsolo, Fsolo, oral, toys, mc, nc,
inc, teen, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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Heather stood off to the side of the examination table, dressed again
in the clothes she was wearing when she had arrived. She barely
remembered taking them off, and remembered nothing of what had happened
from there. Yet she felt a sense of euphoria, a gentle feeling of
well-being through her entire body and mind.

When Nyssa stepped in front of her, she smiled at her Mistress.

Nyssa smiled in return and cupped one of Heather's cheeks. Heather
closed her eyes and uttered a slow sigh of contentment.

"I know everything you do now, my pet," Nyssa said in a low voice.
"Every little secret you have is now mine."

"I wouldn't keep secrets from you, Mistress," Heather said, her voice
soft yet urgent.

"Yes, my slave, I know that now. You've been a good pet to your
Mistress." Nyssa stroked her cheek once.

Heather drew in her breath as she felt her pussy and her nipples tingle
in reward. "Thank you, Mistress," she moaned.

Nyssa withdrew her hand. Her slave looked to her expectantly.

"It was quite clever," Nyssa said after a moment's pause. "Very clever
indeed. I didn't see it at first. I had assumed you simply had a very
strong will. But that wasn't it at all."

Heather gave Nyssa a quizzical look but said nothing in comment.

"She gave you a Gift," Nyssa explained. "You were only beginning to
learn to use it. She placed it in your head. It was very powerful
magic. Even I cannot remove it completely. I will have to be content
with making it serve me instead. Eventually."

Dimly, Heather was aware of what Nyssa was talking about now. Her lips
parted briefly, and in that instant she felt as if something had gone
dreadfully wrong. It did not last long, but Nyssa saw it immediately.

"And even now it tries to fight. It tries to resist. It will take me
some time to tame it. To completely make you my slave."

"I-I already am your slave, Mistress," Heather said, her voice
quavering.

"No, not totally ... " Nyssa trailed a finger along Heather's arm.
Heather shuddered as her nipples hardened and throbbed. "But enough for
now. Though ... the next thing I ask of you is something you may have
trouble with."

Heather moaned as Nyssa drew her fingers down around Heather's hip. The
pleasure was enhanced by her own thoughts of obedience. "I'll do
anything you say, Mistress ..."

"Always remember, slave. I reward good behavior." Nyssa slid her
fingers around one thigh and to Heather's crotch. "I reward it very
well ..."

Nyssa flicked her finger. Heather mewled as she came. Her desire to
have Nyssa command her grew stronger until it became a need in and of
itself.

Nyssa paused, then pressed her hand more firmly against Heather's
crotch. Heather's orgasm continued softly, making her pant. "Feel the
pleasure, my pet. This is yours when you obey."

"Uhhhn! ... y-yes Mistress ... I will o-obey ... please tell me what
you want ... "

"I want Jason."

Heather's eyes flickered open. "J-Jason? ... what ...?"

Nyssa removed her hand. At once, Heather's orgasm faded and died.
Heather uttered a small whimper as the pleasure vanished from
everywhere in her body at once. She felt as if a chill had descended
upon her.

"I want Jason," Nyssa repeated, turning her icy gaze on Heather. "He's
the only one that can stop me."

Heather cringed under Nyssa's gaze, the chill becoming a heart-stopping
arctic cold. "S-stop you, Mistress? But ... but he's not ..."

"You see, my pet? Even now that tiny corner of your mind I cannot
completely breach tries to resist. It tries to protect him. But /you/,
slave, you will not protect him."

Heather swallowed. "I ... I w-will not protect him ..."

"He's going to run, isn't he? He's not going to come to me when I call
him? I can see it your mind already, don't lie to me."

Heather was panting as she struggled. "Y-yes ... yes, he ... h-he wants
to run ..."

"But you're going to stop him, my slave. You're going to do as your
Mistress commands."

Heather gave Nyssa a forlorn look but said nothing, biting her lip.

Nyssa could see the struggle in Heather's mind, and now she knew the
reason why. Heather's desire for her little sister had been planted
there. It had not been her own fantasy, but something someone else had
instilled in her. Nyssa did not know whether this was simply a
side-effect of the precognitive Gift she received or if there were some
other purpose in mind.

In either case, it was very clear: someone already knew of the Darkness
and had enlisted four teens to help fight it. Her lips curled into a
wicked smile. /Were/ four teens. Now only one, one that would be hers
soon enough.

But first, Heather was going to need some added incentive.

Nyssa stepped behind Heather. Heather's breath grew short and her heart
began to pound. She shuddered when Nyssa's hands alighted on her
shoulders. "You're going to do as your Mistress commands," Nyssa purred
into Heather's ear.

Slowly, her hands slid down and around Heather's body and cupped
Heather's breasts. Heather uttered a soft but shrill cry as she came
almost immediately from the touch.

"You're going to obey your Mistress."

Nyssa tweaked her nipples. Heather staggered, gasping for breath, as
her pussy throbbed.

"Oh yes ... you feel the pleasure, don't you? ... It will get more and
more intense as you think about submitting to my wishes ..."

Heather moaned loudly, her body quaking with lust. Her cunt convulsed
with the strength of her continuing orgasm. Each cry from that hidden
corner of her mind to resist was met with an equally strong scream of a
need to obey.

"But that's not going to be enough is it? Not quite enough ..."

"M-Mistress ... p-please ... uhhhnn! ... c-can't think ..."

"I don't want you to think, slave. I want you to obey. And here is what
will make you obey ... your little sister Melinda."

"Uhhhn!! ... Uhhh! ... wh-what ... ohhh ..."

"She's your slave now. She's your toy. But she still has a mind. She
has her memories and her own little desires ... I can change that ..."

Heather squirmed and writhed against Nyssa, her pussy still pulsing
with almost unbearable pleasure. "Uhhn ... what ... no ..."

"I can empty that little mind of hers ... completely ... totally ...
she's be just a fucktoy ... nothing else ... she'll eat, sleep, and
please you, but nothing else ..."

Heather squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She tried to wall off her mind
against the overwhelming sexual pleasure, but it was in vain. The only
thing that was nearly as strong was the horror she felt at the idea of
Melinda being nothing but a mindless, empty shell.

"You don't want that. You want her as your slave, but you don't want
her mindless."

Heather let out a scream, half in pleasure, half in terror.

Nyssa relented and pulled back. Heather moaned and fell on all fours,
panting wildly as her orgasm finally abated. Nyssa stepped around her
such that she was looked down at Nyssa's feet. "Now, my pet. What will
you do for me tomorrow?"

Heather had to pause to catch her breath. "D-do ... t-tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow. I cannot wait any longer. He is a threat to me. Now ...
what will you do for me, slave?"

"I-I'll ... I'll make sure he comes to you, Mistress ..."

"Will you fail me?"

"No, Mistress ..."

"Because if you do ..."

Heather whined and tears dripped from her eyes. "P-please no ... don't
m-make her mindless ... I-I won't fail ... I'll do as you say ... I'll
obey ..."

Nyssa slid a foot forward and let some of Heather's tears splash on it.
She slowly smiled. "Stand up, slave."

Heather immediately rose to her feet, still panting lightly.

Nyssa touched Heather's cheek briefly. Heather flinched, and then
uttered a soft, mewling sound.

"A little added incentive, my pet," Nyssa said in a sultry voice.
"You're going to stay just a little horny until you do what I wish of
you. Not even your slave will get you off until you finish your task.
Then I will allow you to cum."

Heather felt exhausted, both physically and mentally. The little bit of
resistance in her mind was overwhelmed. It could not stand up against
what Nyssa had put her through, and now it was kept at bay by the waves
of pleasure washing over her from her pussy, and the need to seek
sexual release. This was just one of the all-pervading thoughts in her
mind, that release would not come without obedience.

The other thought, the one that made her shiver, was what pushed her
over the edge and into total submission. She had to protect her little
sister. As much as she desired her as a sex slave, she still loved her
as a sister.

"Yes, Mistress," she said in a steadier voice, her eyes filled with
devotion and loyalty. "I will do as you wish."

Nyssa nodded slowly, smiling in satisfaction.

Yet ... something was still not right.

She had the uneasy feeling that Heather was still keeping something
from her. That tiny corner of Heather's mind where Mara had placed the
Gift had not been completely breached. She could sense it, she could
see that there was something inside of it. It was possible it might
have lifted a thought from Heather's mind when she was being enthralled
and thus kept it out of Nyssa's reach.

If Nyssa knew the right question to ask, Heather would eventually be
compelled to speak this hidden truth. It would be forced to yield
rather than have Heather suffer for disobedience. But what was the
question?

There was nothing more maddening than wishing an answer when one does
not know the question in the first place.

It did not matter. It would weaken eventually. She had sensed it
straining to maintain itself against the intense emotion that had
flooded Heather's mind earlier. Nyssa had hoped that would break it
utterly, but it proved too hard to crack. It would have to be worn away
slowly over time.

It would not stand up to her. It was no threat to her losing control of
Heather, Melinda, or Richie. All it meant was that she would have to
expend more energy than normal to maintain it.



Jason was brooding silently as he and Cassie walked into the cafeteria
together. Cassie couldn't stand the quiet between them and spoke up
first. "They didn't do too bad for their first time."

Jason waited until they approached the serving line before speaking
again. "It could have been better," he said simply.

"Well, it was their first time. This was just a dry run anyway."

"Becky's too timid. The only reason she could tell us that Heather had
been to see the nurse again was because we had already told her that. I
doubt she got within twenty feet of the nurse's station."

"She said she was in a hurry to get to her next class."

"Cassie, I specifically scheduled her for the time slot where her class
was practically right next to Nyssa's door, and it was right at the
time I estimated Heather would be finishing up with the nurse, assuming
Nyssa calls them back in the same order that they were originally
taken."

Cassie nodded absently. It had been Jason's idea to have them observe
Nyssa's office in turn as they changed classes, just as a dry run for
Thursday. Unfortunately, it was the only dry run they would get.

"I'm sure she'll improve with time," Cassie commented.

Jason lapsed into silence again until they had paid for their lunch and
headed over to a table. "Yeah, I know," he said sullenly. "I'm just not
sure we have a lot of time to get her up to speed."

"Ned did really well."

"With Ned, I'm more worried he'll go too far," said Jason as they sat
down. "He's so gung-ho I half-expected him to storm Nyssa's office like
it was the Bastille."

"Don't you have anything good to say?" Cassie said crossly.

Jason paused and stared at her.

Cassie sighed. "Sorry."

"No, it's okay. Sorry I'm being such a sourpuss."

"Can you tell me what's wrong?"

Jason stared down at his food. His appetite was rapidly waning. "I'm
feeling a little lost, Cassie."

Cassie tentatively laid a hand on Jason's shoulder. "Melinda?"

"Melinda. Heather. Richie." Jason shook his head. "I feel like I've
lost control of everything. I feel like I've lost /them/."

Cassie squeezed his shoulder lightly. He raised his head and looked at
her, his eyes shimmering.

"Cassie, has there been anything in your dreams at all that could tell
us if this is permanent?" Jason pleaded. "Anything at all?"

"I wish I could, Jason. I mean ... I do get a sense of time urgency
from these dreams. But I can't tell what that means." Cassie paused a
moment. "Look, Melinda told me that you guys were constantly put in and
out of control at the House, right?"

Jason nodded.

"So then that means the control can be lifted. Someone can be freed
from it."

"Yeah, but only if the controller wants to do it. If you're the one
being controlled, you can't do anything against it. What you're saying
is that we'd have to get Nyssa to release them."

Cassie paused a moment before turning away, stricken. "Jason, what do
you want from me?" she asked in a choked voice. "I wish my dreams were
more detailed. I wish I had these answers, I really do."

"Hey, it's okay, I ..."

A few tears slid down Cassie's cheeks. "I j-just feel that for the
first time my dreams are actually useful and now it's the opposite
problem. They're not good enough."

Jason draped an arm around her shoulders. "Come on, it's okay. I'm
sorry, I didn't mean it that way."

Cassie looked at him, her eyes still wet but hardening as well. "It's
frustrating, Jason. I feel like I'm on the verge of something with
these dreams. In that last dream with Nyssa, the one where she was
talking to the Darkness, I think she was a little worried."

"Worried? You didn't mention this before, unless ..." Jason's gaze
narrowed. "Don't tell me this just because you think it will make me
feel better ..."

"Well, maybe I am, in a way, but it's the truth."

It was, however, a stretch. The emotions that Cassie felt in a dream
like this came to her in such a rush that it was often hard to sort
them all out. It sometimes took her days of thinking about them and
writing them down in her journal before she understood everything.

Her journal! She was surprised that this was the first time she had
thought about her journal in what seemed like a long time. She had not
been keeping it up. There was too much else on her mind and too many
other things to do for the Harbingers.

And yet, even then, it could take up to a week for her to completely
interpret a dream. They simply did not have that sort of time. She was
afraid to tell him this for fear that she would be thought of as
useless again.

"Cassie, are you sure of this? If she's worried, then maybe we're
having an effect on her. But if she's not, we have to figure out
something else to do."

Cassie felt her heart pounding. She briefly hated him for doing this to
her. He was making his actions hinge on her dreams. She tried to
conjure up the imagery from the dream again and what she had been
feeling while it was happening. She tried to let herself experience all
the emotion of it. Yes, it was there. Or she thought it was there. She
wasn't completely sure. Her instincts told her she was right. Her
intellect told her she could be wrong.

She decided to go with her instinct.

"Yes, I'm sure," Cassie said, her voice slightly hollow. She took a
deep breath and repeated with more confidence, "Yes, I'm sure she was
feeling nervous. We could be having an effect on her."

Jason looked intensely thoughtful for a few moments. "Cassie, this
Thursday, there can't be any failures. They have to find all three of
the new ones that will be taken."

Cassie nodded quickly. "We'll try."

"And this Friday, they can't miss stopping even a single one. They have
to stop all of them, Cassie."

Cassie nodded again, more slowly. Something was bothering her about the
way he was talking. "We won't be able to watch for the ones taken
Friday, then."

"Right. You'll have to concentrate on the one batch."

"Or divide them up? Concentrate on only two Friday so we have time to
..."

"No. Stopping three at once will be a much more powerful message to
her. Handing her a complete failure like that may be the edge you all
need."

Cassie shivered as she realized what it was that bothered her. "Jason,
why do you keep saying 'they' and 'you'?"

"I need you to come by my locker after lunch. I want to give you the
list of addresses and the rotation schedule."

Cassie's eyes widened. "Why?"

Jason hesitated. "Just in case."

Cassie groaned. "Jason, don't do this to me!"

"What?"

"Don't try to put me in charge!"

"I'm not! What's there to be in charge of? You all know what you're
supposed to do. The only thing that I have that you don't are those two
items I mentioned."

"But you're talking as if you expect to be taken!"

"Look, I'm not going to be taken. Calm down already," Jason said,
exasperated. "But if I have to leave the school to stop it, I might not
be able to get that stuff to you in time. "

"But ..."

"No buts! You can read a printout as much as I can. You know how to
read a map. You all can figure out who goes where. /It's not that hard,
Cassie./"

Cassie had to pause to take a few deep breaths, her heart hammering in
her chest.

"Now you see why I didn't want to be considered the leader of this
group. It makes you all think I'm indispensable."

"Jason ... are you sure ... are you /absolutely sure/ that she can't go
after people she's failed to get the first time?"

"I don't know for sure. All I know is from observation. I have a good
feeling about it. Just like I have a good feeling that she doesn't know
that you or Ned or Becky or Diane can see auras ..."

"Diane can't."

Jason paused. "Yes, right. She's so enthusiastic about wanting to help
I forget that sometimes. But she doesn't need to in order to help stop
someone. You already know who it is by then. The point is, I don't
think Nyssa knows."

"Unless Heather's told her. Or Richie."

Jason was silent for a long moment.

Cassie looked sheepish. "Please tell me you thought about that already
..."

Yes, he had thought about it, and it had worried him. If Heather and
Richie were in her thrall, it stood to reason they would be compelled
to be truthful with her.

Yet no one had gone after Cassie, Ned, or Becky. Even if they could not
be taken again, surely Nyssa could order any of her slaves to put more
conventional impediments in their way.

"It doesn't matter," Jason said flatly. "We don't have any
alternatives. We have to continue on and just hope that things don't
quite work that way."

Cassie nodded slowly. She glanced down at her lunch. Now she had lost
her appetite as well.



Nyssa smiled wickedly as she traced a single finger down Richie's back,
watching him tremble and strain against the inside of his pants. He
tried not to show it. He suppressed the moan, biting his lower lip
instead. Nyssa had let some of his real personality show through when
in her thrall. She found it amusing.

"Now, my pet," Nyssa cooed in his ear. "You would not keep any secrets
from me, would you?"

"Uhn ... n-no, Mistress," Richie said in a strained voice.

"You would tell me anything I would want to know ..." Nyssa slid her
hand over one of his ass cheeks and squeezed gently.

Richie moaned. "Yes, Mistress ..."

"You will let me see every thought ... every feeling ... every desire
..."

Nyssa stepped in front of him and lay her hand against the bulge in his
crotch. Richie shuddered as he rose and hung just short of release.
Richie had no words for her after that.

"Remember ... I reward your obedience ... I reward it very handsomely
..."

She slid her hand lightly over him.

"Uhhhnn ...!"

Richie's hips jerked as he came. Yet no sticky warmth filled his
briefs. It would not do, Nyssa mused, if he were to mess himself every
time. Instead, his throbs did not produce, but the pleasure was no less
intense. She pressed her hand against his still rock-hard member, and
his orgasm continued and intensified, until each throb made his cock
pulse and jump.

"Don't hold anything from me, slave," Nyssa said, her voice soft yet
intense. "Feel the pleasure overcome you ... you can do nothing against
it ... let it consume you, my pet ..."

Richie had far less of his own willpower than Heather had. Having come
of his own choice to Nyssa had helped with that. Almost immediately he
lost himself, and at once every bit of Richie's mind lay open to Nyssa.

Except one.

It was the same. One tiny bit, tucked away in the subconscious, bearing
the same hallmarks as the one she had found in Heather. It even
possessed a Gift as well, yet it had not manifested. The veil of
protection around this one was weak compared to Heather's. Nyssa's lips
curled into a smile. This one's apathy towards his ability had helped
in that regard. Now, Nyssa would penetrate it and ...

Nyssa blinked. Her eyes went wide and she staggered back from him.

Richie's orgasm slowly abated. Swaying slightly, he moaned as it faded.
In his mind, the veil reformed around that hidden corner of his mind.

Nyssa had trouble believing what she had seen. She had seen his Gift,
the one that had not yet manifested. It was something that had not been
seen in a very long time. It was potentially as dangerous as it was
powerful. Or it could be totally useless to him. There was no way of
telling for sure now.

It lay untapped, but through no fault of Richie's. It was being held
even from Richie's own psyche. And with good reason, considering
Richie's attitude and mindset even before his fall to Nyssa. Yet, why
give one such as him something like this in the first place?

Nyssa reached once more into Richie's mind. It was protecting itself
again. Yet before it had retreated fully from her, she sensed something
else. It, too, had a secret. Just like the one in Heather's mind.

However, she did manage to glean another useful bit of information.

"So ... Melinda is Jason's girlfriend, is she?" Nyssa purred.

"Yes, Mistress," Richie replied, his voice still breathy from his
climax. "They really have the hots for each other."

Nyssa smiled and brushed hair back from Richie's forehead. Richie
smiled and shivered at the touch. "Are you enjoying your little
fucktoy, my pet?"

"Oh, yeah, I really am, Mistress," Richie said with a grin. "She's
really hot."

"Very good ... and you wish to keep her, don't you?"

"Hell, yeah!"

Nyssa chuckled in amusement. "Then you'll do as I say? You'll obey me?"

"Of course, Mistress. What do you want me to do?"

"Very simple, my pet. Stop Jason from leaving school tomorrow when I
call him to me."

Richie hesitated only a second. "Can do, Mistress," Richie said with an
impish grin.

Nyssa saw the hesitation. It was much less than Heather's had been.
Richie would be easier to mold. That little corner of his mind would
fall to her faster. She gave it a few days before she knew its secrets.
It was already struggling against her.

A few days. That was all she needed. A few days time and her plans
would be secure. Even then, she had a backup plan. If Jason somehow
escaped her, she still had the seeds she had already collected. She
would simply need to use them earlier than she had intended. It would
make the energies erratic, but at least Haven would be pleased.



As soon as they entered their shared bedroom, Melinda immediately shed
her backpack, placing it dutifully under her desk, and then slipped out
of her clothes with eagerness and anticipation. Behind her, she heard
the bathroom door close behind Heather.

She felt a moment of disappointment. Sometimes her Mistress would come
up from behind her when she was undressing and play with her breasts.
Now she would have to wait before gaining her Mistress' attentions.

Melinda padded over to Heather's bed and climbed into it. Already her
nipples were two pert little bumps on her young mounds, and her pussy
glistened with moisture. She spread her legs so that Heather could see
that she was nice and wet, that she was still Heather's good little
girl.

A few minutes later Heather emerged from the bathroom. She smiled
softly at her sister as she approached the bed.

"What do you wish me to do for you, Mistress?" Melinda asked in a husky
voice.

Heather sat down on the edge of the bed and cupped one of Melinda's
breasts, squeezing gently. "Just lie there for the moment, baby sis,"
she said. She played with Melinda's nipple.

Melinda closed her eyes and uttered breathy moans. Her legs quivered
and spread wider on the bed. "Uhhn ... that feels so good ..." she
murmured.

Heather smiled. "That's the idea. Getting nice and horny?"

"Oh God, yeah ... uhhh ..."

Heather squeezed Melinda's breast harder, kneading it carefully with
her fingers. Melinda mewled in delight, trying to rise from the bed to
press herself into her sister's touch more. Heather took a deep breath,
feeling her pussy tingle madly with desire and need. She let it go with
a forlorn sigh.

"Keep getting horny, baby sis," Heather said in a low voice. "The
hornier the better."

"Uhhnn! ... ohmigod! ... uhhh! ..."

Melinda writhed helplessly, her hands curled into fists. Her whole body
trembled. The blanket grew damp under her where her arousal trickled
down from her pussy. Heather turned herself more towards Melinda and
grasped both breasts. She flicked her thumbs at the nipples until they
throbbed. Melinda's breathing grew ragged.

As her Mistress had ordered, Melinda grew more and more lustful, her
body's need climbing. Desire rose into her mind, temporarily washing
away any other thoughts she had. Her eyes glazed as nothing but
pleasure and the want for release filled her consciousness.

Heather watched the transformation come over her baby sister's face.
Her own smile faded just a touch. This is what Melinda would be like as
a totally mindless thrall. She would look like this all the time, not
just when she was very aroused.

Heather withdrew her hands.

Melinda shuddered at the sudden halt to the stimulation. She fell limp
on the bed, though she continued to quiver at the intensity of her
arousal. Her pussy felt so very hot, far more than she ever remembered
it being, even in anticipation of Jason. She longed for Heather to
touch it, but she expected that this would not come until she was to be
rewarded for pleasing her Mistress.

Lucidity slowly returned to Melinda's eyes as she looked up at Heather.
"How do you ... wish me to ... please you, Mistress?" she panted.

Heather looked down at her for a moment, eyes clouded.

"I'd love to lick your pussy, Mistress," Melinda moaned, her body
trembling as it triggered her own desires again. She thought about
Heather cumming in her face and moaned again more deeply.

"Not today, baby sis," Heather said quietly, running a hand gently down
one of Melinda's thighs.

Melinda's lips parted as she looked up at Mistress with concern. "But
... how will I be your good little girl, Mistress?"

"You still are. You're a very good little girl."

Melinda giggled, delighted at the praise. "But I haven't done anything
for you yet. I haven't made you cum."

"You won't be able to today, Melinda. I have to do something for Nyssa
first before she will allow me."

Melinda hesitated a moment. She blinked rapidly, as if what Heather had
just said was not something she could immediately parse. Even Heather
was not quite sure why she had said it or what had made her want to.
Surely she did not need to share her reasons with her slave.

Finally, Melinda asked, "What do you have to do for her, Mistress?"

Heather hesitated a long moment. "I just have to help her with
something, baby sis, that's all," she said, smiling. "You really don't
need to concern yourself with it."

At first Melinda took this as an order, and her thoughts on the matter
began to fade. But something in the back of her mind, in the same
hidden corner that Nyssa had seen in both Heather and Richie, managed
to spark an independent thought that made it to her lips before the
Darkness could extinguish it. "Does it have something to do with Jason,
Mistress?"

Heather stared at her for a long moment.

"She asked you to do something with Jason," Melinda said. Her tone was
casual, as if she were announcing that the sky was blue, but the fact
that such a statement came to her at all was a sign that she was
resisting her Mistress' control.

This triggered the proper response in Heather. "Be a good little girl
for me, baby sis, and masturbate slowly."

Melinda could not resist the command for more than an instant. Already
her mind was anticipating the pleasure that she would receive at being
obedient, and she smoothly reached a hand down between her legs,
sinking her fingers into her wet folds.

The struggle in her mind lasted only a moment. The hidden corner of her
mind had no real power over Melinda's thoughts. It was easily swept out
of her consciousness and back to huddling in its recessed corner by the
pleasure that rolled in like a thick, obscuring fog. Melinda shivered
with delight, both at the pleasure rising from her pussy and from her
simple obedience to Heather. Quickly her mind dropped into a state of
total bliss.

"Slowly, baby sis," Heather said as she tweaked one of Melinda's
nipples. "Very slowly. I want to enjoy it as much as you do."

Melinda closed her eyes and moaned deeply, her head lolling to one
side. She panted hard at the pleasure coming from both her pussy and
her breast. Her eyes opened a crack as they were turned towards
Heather. They were glassy and devoid of thought.

Heather paused and removed her hand from Melinda's breast. Melinda did
not seem to notice, her fingers squishing loudly into her soaked cunt.
She uttered a string of whimpering moans as she slowly rose. With a
smile that was more tender than desirous, Heather placed her hand
lightly along Melinda's head and slowly stroked her hair.

"I'll do what Nyssa commands me, baby sis," Heather breathed. "I have
to. And you'll be okay. Like Mom said. You'll be safe. We'll both be
safe."

Melinda did not appear to hear, her body continuing to writhe
helplessly in self-administered pleasure until Heather commanded her to
stop. Like a good slave should.

The tender moment passed. Heather's smile grew more lustful. "Louder,
baby sis. I want to hear your pleasure. I want to hear you being a good
little girl for me."

As Melinda's voice rose, Heather grew satisfied and quite aroused at
her slave's obedience.

Like a good Mistress should.



"Has she asked you to do anything yet?"

Richie sighed and rolled his eyes at the question simply because it was
an automatic response. His mother had been asking him this every single
night since she found out what he had done. She was intent on calling
him out on his claim that Nyssa would ask nothing of him.

Now that Nyssa had indeed asked something of him did nothing to change
his attitude. He found he had no compunction to follow his mother's
orders. Lying to her would not mean disobedience to Nyssa in any way,
so it was something he could do freely.

"No, mother, but I hear she's having tea and crumpets with the Queen of
England tomorrow and wishes me to partake of it with her," Richie
replied in as snooty a tone of voice he could muster.

Richie actually prided himself on finding a new wiseass response each
night, just to see how far he could push his mother. He figured that
there was little Sandra could do to him without worrying about
incurring the wrath of Haven, or whatever it was.

Each time his mother would simply sneer at him and leave. This time was
different. After a moment's pause, she said flatly, "You're lying."

Richie frowned. "Huh?"

Sandra stepped more fully into the room, folding her arms. "What did
you tell her you would do?"

He was still staring at her, thoroughly nonplussed.

"/Answer me!/" Sandra shouted.

"I don't have to answer nuthin'!" Richie said indignantly.

"And what the fuck gave you that idea?! You think you can just do
whatever the fuck you feel like in this house, is that it?"

"What the hell are you talking about, Mom?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Richie! Ever since you
screwed around with that ... that school nurse, you've been acting like
you're the freaking king here or something!"

Richie snorted and grinned.

Sandra's eyes widened and she stomped over to him. "What the hell is so
funny?"

"It wasn't the nurse I fucked, Mom, it was my teacher," he said,
dissolving into laughter.

/SLAP!/

Richie abruptly fell silent, staggering back from his mother. He gaped
at her in astonishment, his hand on his cheek. When it came away, there
were several long red marks on his face from his mother's fingers.

He tried to say something to her, but no words would form in his head
that could convey what he felt at that moment, for he was not even sure
himself. It was as if the Darkness had fallen away for a moment, and he
was looking at his mother like he would have before everything had
happened with the House, before he had been let in on the terrible
secret that was the Darkness.

"/Don't you DARE talk about it like that!/" Sandra screamed. "/Don't
treat it like some fucking JOKE!/"

Richie finally found his voice, but it was one of confusion. "What??"

"You took someone's fucking /free will!/ And you're treating it like
you just won the /FUCKING LOTTERY!/"

"A what? A lottery?" Richie's face hardened, his eyes blazing with
anger now. "Yeah, that's right, Mom. A lottery. A big fucking lottery.
And I won the fucking jackpot."

Her teeth bared, Sandra lifted her hand as if to strike him again.

Richie jumped back. "Stop it, Mom!! I did it because of what you said
to me! Control or ..."

"That wasn't me talking!" Sandra cried. "I thought you had understood
that! I never thought you'd actually follow that advice!"

"Look, why are we arguing about this, huh? I already did it. I already
went for it. It's stupid to talk about it now."

Sandra slowly shook her head, staring. "You just don't get it."

"I get it just fine."

"No, you really don't. I bet you think this is still something you can
just stop doing ... no, wait, you can't, can you? That's the real
tragedy, isn't it?"

Richie furrowed his brow. "I don't understand you."

The anger started to drain from Sandra's face. It was quickly replaced
with pity. "No, you don't. You can't. You have to obey her. That's how
it is."

"Yeah, that's how it is. But look what I get."

Sandra laughed humorlessly.

"Oh yeah? How the fuck is it any different from you?" Richie shot back.

"I'm not enslaved to any one person, Richie. I was smart enough at
least to avoid that."

Richie snorted. "Yeah, you're just a slave to fucking."

Sandra briefly gave him a hurt look, but she recovered quickly. "Look,
we're not here to talk about me. I want to know what she asked you to
do."

"And what are you gonna do if I don't?"

"At least now I know she asked you to do something."

Richie frowned and cursed under his breath. "Okay, fine, you know. Big
fucking deal. I still don't have to tell you."

Sandra paused a long moment. "Yeah, you don't," she finally admitted in
a more contrite voice. "But maybe you'll tell me anyway."

Richie narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

Sandra sighed. "I don't know, Richie. Maybe so I can know how badly
you've fallen. Maybe to give you a chance to gloat. You'd like that,
huh?"

Richie opened his mouth and then closed it again. There were tears
shimmering in his mother's eyes. He truly didn't feel like gloating. He
simply knew that Nyssa wanted him to do something for her and he had to
obey her.

He paused a moment. His thoughts of obedience to Nyssa had sent a
shiver of pleasure through him. His cock hardened in his pants.

"Mom, she doesn't want me to hurt anyone, if that's what you're worried
about."

Sandra sighed. "That's not very reassuring, Richie."

"Huh? What the hell do you want from me then?"

"Tell me, Richie. Is helping her enslave someone considered hurting
anyone in your little world?"

Just as she finished her sentence, Sandra blinked in surprise as she
stared at her son.

"Look, I don't know what she wants with him, okay?" Richie said. "She
just doesn't want him to leave the school, that's all."

"What was that?" Sandra demanded suddenly.

Richie looked askance at her. "Huh?"

"The look in your eyes just now ... you ... you had a doubt, didn't
you?"

Richie frowned. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

But Sandra would not hear of this. She practically pounced on her son,
grabbing his shoulders before he could scramble away from her. "Please,
Richie," Sandra begged. "If you can resist this ... i-if you can warn
him ... please do it."

Richie just stared at her for a long moment. Several emotions flickered
across his eyes during that time. Yet what he ended with was the one he
started with: the little thrill he felt when he thought of pleasing
Nyssa, and the rewards he would likely reap as a result.

He smiled at her as his cock became hard. Sandra's face fell and she
backed away from him as if burned.

"Um, sure, Mom," Richie said in a calm voice. "I'll do that."

Sandra's face fell. She swallowed and sniffled once. She tried to set
her face hard. She opened her mouth but closed it again after a short
pause without saying anything. What was there to be said?

There was no way out of enslavement to a single person. Such control
was total and unbreakable, unless at the whim of the controller. And it
was rare that one who was a controller would voluntarily give that up.

And yet ... Sandra had seen resistance from her son. Brief. Momentary.
Fleeting. But it had been there. Her mind raced. Should she allow
herself some hope? Or would that be too dangerous? Would the Darkness
sense that and quash it in her? Or worse, make her do something to help
her son in whatever plans Nyssa had for him.

"Anything else, Mom?" asked Richie.

Sandra just shook her head, carefully controlling her expression.
"Nothing. Not a thing, Richie."

She turned and slowly left the room.
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