Jason stepped into Stacy's office only to find it empty.

He closed the door behind him and sat on the sofa. Since the front desk had shepherded him here, he figured Stacy must be about to return shortly.

He felt less anxious this time. His dreams had ceased to disturb him and now excited him. He had dreamed of crusading against women who abused their power for personal gain, enslaving them to their former victims or taking them himself. In the last one before waking, he had gained a small harem of formerly powerful and corrupt women.

A smile flickered across his face, and he shifted in his seat as his cock swelled.

He heard the door open and was about to stand when he saw it was not Stacy but a young Asian woman. Her eyes widened as they fell on Jason before darting about the otherwise empty office. "Oh, am I ... um ... isn't this Stacy Missen's office?"

"Yes, it is," Jason said. "I assume she'll be back shortly since I'm supposed to meet with her."

"Oh," said the young woman. "I guess she's already ... um, or are you interviewing, too?"

Jason shook his head. "I already work here."

"Oh! Well, I guess ..." She trailed off, her gaze flicking towards the desk. "Um ... I'm not sure what I should do."

"Did you have an appointment with her?"

"Yes, or at least I thought I did."

"Then you should probably stay."

"Oh, well, I ... um ... okay." The young woman gave him a tremulous smile and stepped inside, closing the door as if it were made of delicate crystal. She hesitated, then sat at the other end of the sofa. She drew her black-stocking clad legs together and tugged her skirt straight until it covered her knees. She straightened her blouse until it stretched over her modest bosom.

"I'm Jason, by the way," Jason said.

"Oh, um, I'm Kim," she said, stretching her hand awkwardly across the gap to shake his. She finally scooted over one seat, smiling sheepishly and brushing strands of long, black hair out of her deep brown eyes. "So ... any idea when Ms. Missen will be back?"

"No idea," Jason replied. He had no intention of carrying the conversation beyond that, as his mind was focused on what Stacy would task him with that day. Not a minute later, however, he became more curious about her, though he was not sure why. "So you implied you're here to interview for a job?"

"Oh, did I?" Kim said. "I guess I did. Yes, I am, but ... well, never mind."

Jason was not going to be deterred. He needed to know more. "Please, tell me, what were you about to say?"

Kim looked at him, her eyes glistening. "Um ... it's really not important."

"How would you know that?"

Kim bit her lower lip. "I guess you're right." She let out a small, forced laugh. "Most people are anyway. All I was going to say was that this wasn't really my idea."

"Oh? Who's idea was it, then?"

"Ms. Missen's, actually."

Now Jason really was curious, regardless of whether or not anyone was guiding him. He saw nothing in his actions that were unusual. "So how did that come about?"

"I ran into her in that little cafe over on Elderberry Street," Kim said. "Near the community college I'm attending. I go there for coffee in the mornings. She thought it would be good for me to try working here part time."

"Doing what?"

"That's just it, I don't know. She didn't say."

"And you didn't think to ask her?" Jason said, nonplussed.

Kim fidgeted and crossed her legs. She spent another minute straightening her skirt and blouse. "I don't ... I guess ... She just seemed so confident I would do well that I didn't think it was my place to ask."

Jason could not imagine someone being that passive. Why wouldn't she want to know such details? Was she that trusting of authority figures to not want to question them? "Sorry to have to ask, but are you always this way?"

Kim tilted her head. "Um, what way?"

"Unable to assert yourself."

Kim's eyes widened. She uncrossed her legs and brushed her hair back. "Oh, um ... well ... I just don't like to make decisions when I don't have enough information, you know?"

"But you decided to come down here for this interview."

"Well ... Ms. Missen told me to."

"And you followed along just like that?"

Kim spent a few seconds brushing an imaginary spot on her skirt. "I just ... she seemed to know what she was talking about." She paused and looked up. "I mean, what was I supposed to do?"

"Just what I said before. Ask her more questions. Get more information so you can make a decision."

Kim's eyes shimmered for a moment before she looked away and shook her head. "Maybe we shouldn't talk about this anymore." She looked towards the door. "Maybe I should just leave and forget about this." She stood but paused again.

Jason was rather taken aback. How could anyone go through life incapable of making decisions? He knew it would take more than a few questions to learn what really went on at the Inn, but that was no excuse.

He realized she was close to making the right decision; leaving this place was the best action. If she stayed, she would likely wind up as another prostituted thrall of the Inn.

Until, of course, it happened again, or she ran into some minion of the Darkness who happened to fancy this attractive brown-eyed Asian.

He thought of Elena, the power-abusing woman he had stopped the day before. What if she had been like Kim? That would have been far worse, if she could be so easily dominated and made to use her power for someone else's benefit.

Was that stretching things a bit? Kim did not strike him as having any sort of additional abilities, yet now he had a burning desire to learn more about her.

"You sure you want to leave now?" Jason asked.

Kim bit her lower lip again. "Um ... I don't know."

"Maybe you should stay and wait for Ms. Missen."

Kim hesitated, then sat down again. "I guess you're right."

Jason was sure he was not using any sort of power on her. All he did was use a confident, firm voice and nothing more. She simply seemed naturally submissive. He supposed that could happen. Diane was that way, but to a somewhat lesser degree.

Though he really wished she would speak up more at the meetings. That had frustrated him to no end.

"You said you were attending the community college in Haven?" Jason asked.

Kim crossed her legs and folded her hands over her knee. She smiled and nodded. "For now, anyway. I'm studying social sciences. I'm interested in how people act as a group."

"Why? What are you interested in doing?"

"I'm not sure yet. My counselor at school suggested urban planning."

Jason had trouble seeing her being assertive enough to design cities. "Do you have any idea why he suggested that?"

Kim's lips twitched into a small smile. "I guess because of the presentation I had given earlier. We had to do a project for a social engineering class I was taking. The idea was to come up with a design for a city that would not require police to maintain order."

"That doesn't sound possible," Jason said.

Kim's smile widened. "I know, doesn't it? I think they meant it to be that way, sort of a challenge to see who could come the closest, or to just make us think." She giggled. "I thought I had come up with the lamest idea, but I got the best marks. By the time I was done with the presentation, everyone thought it was a wonderful idea that could actually work. It went like this ..."

Jason listened, and was aghast by the time she was done. Her harebrained idea had no hope of working even in a best-case scenario. How did she manage to win over faculty and peers? Did she have some sort of latent power of suggestion which worked on the masses but not any one individual?

"It seemed to take a bit before they were convinced," Kim said in a more subdued voice. She laced her fingers together tighter over her knee. "In fact, they started laughing at me at first, and I almost burst into tears, but Mr. Renald -- my teacher -- kept encouraging me. I'm not sure how it happened, but everyone was applauding at the end."

For a moment, he was struck by how convenient it seemed. How could Stacy just happen to find someone with a latent power like this?

His suspicion was overshadowed by the implications if Kim really did have this power. Obviously it had its limits, but who knew what might happen were she given an opportunity to develop it, especially by someone unscrupulous enough to use her to his or her own aims? Could she, for example, design a community with a social strata based around sexual slavery and make everyone think it was a great idea?

Kim glanced at the door. "Are you sure you don't know when Ms. Missen will be back?"

"Positive." Jason paused when a thought popped into his head. "I could interview you instead."

Kim blinked. "You can?"

"Yes. In fact, I've been doing it all along."

Kim's eyes widened. "Oh, um, I didn't know ... I wouldn't ... I-I mean ..."

"And I like what I've heard so far."

Kim slowly smiled. "Really?"

Jason nodded and smiled as well. "Yes, and I want to pause to see if you have any questions for me before we continue."

Kim shook her head. "No, I'm fine. Let's continue."

Jason thought as much: still no questions about what kind of job she would be doing. He was convinced she was far too submissive for her own good. He knew what he had to do, and he was confident he would never abuse whatever power over the masses she possessed.

Otherwise, he could never claim to hold the moral high ground.

Melinda writhed as her pussy rose in helpless pleasure, inching ever upwards despite every attempt to foil it. Moisture oozed and dripped onto the pew, and she was as desperate to feel the sweet release of orgasm as she was to stop it.

She tried several times to ease away from Aunt Jo, thinking perhaps if she did not feel the warmth of Jo's mature, sexy body, she could hold a coherent thought in her head for more than a few seconds.

She had little room, as she sat between Jo and Heather. Each time she tried to scoot away from her aunt, Jo squeezed closer to her, or Heather squirmed. While Heather was nowhere near old enough to set off her trigger, it made her think about sex again and kept the endless cycle of lust going.

Melinda whimpered and tucked her skirt between her thighs. She was convinced Aunt Jo possessed direct if weak mind control power. She doubted the trigger alone would be enough to allow Aunt Jo to will her pussy to orgasm.

Melinda felt Heather's hip brush hers and heard a soft, husky sigh. She gave her big sister a forlorn look. Heather had been right; Melinda had hoped for a rescue from Aunt Jo for a day. She wondered where Heather had managed to find the energy. Had she not become so desperate herself, Melinda would have chastised Heather for not using it to fend off Laura's influence for a little longer.

As the energy from Heather waned, Melinda's pleasure suddenly spiked. Her thighs clenched, her pussy straining on the edge of climax. She whimpered and clenched her teeth, shaking her head. She couldn't do this here. Anywhere but here. Out in the street, in the car, anywhere. Not in a church.

Melinda let out a quavering sigh as she eased back, though the stimulation plateaued just short of cresting. Her breath was a soft pant as a phantom tongue teased her pussy, holding her without letting her go forward or back.

Aunt Jo leaned into her and whispered, "Almost. Next time, you'll go right over for sure."

Melinda swallowed and looked to Heather in the hope her big sister had managed to recover, but it was like watching Heather in the hours before she would return to Laura. Her eyes were half-lidded and dark, soft sighs passing slightly parted lips. She squirmed, her hands sliding over her thighs.

Melinda dared a glance at her mother, who sat on the other side of Heather, and wished she had not. Penny appeared oblivious, staring at the reverend as he yammered out his typical Sunday sermon. Melinda did not think she could hate the woman even more than she already did, but of everything her mother could do, the very worst was to exhibit this sort of apathy.

At least look at what you've done to us, you bitch.

Melinda closed her eyes and shivered as her pleasure spiked again. Her pussy soared and strained, and she gripped the edge of the pew. She clenched every muscle she could, hoping to find the one involved in orgasm. Heather let off another husky sigh, hip bumping against her sister and flooding Melinda with renewed lust.

Nononononopleasenonononono ...

Her mind suddenly went blue-white, and she felt as if she were hovering above her own body. She looked "down" and saw herself still straining at the very edge of orgasm, past the point of no return. She gave a soundless shout of "no" and abruptly rejoined her body.

She let out her held breath as a quavering sigh, and her muscles unclenched. Her pussy fell back from the brink, leaving it aching so badly as to be uncomfortable. It helped further mask the lust, allowing her to push it back with the now fading line energy.

Melinda flinched when Heather suddenly whispered urgently, "Melinda, are you okay?!"

Melinda looked at Heather and found her big sister's old self staring back. Melinda let out a windy sigh. "I could ask the same about you," she said in a shaky but relieved voice.

"God, if Diane were here, I'd give her a huge kiss, church or no church."

"How is she doing it? That's the second time she--"

"Shh!" Penny hissed at them. "Please be quiet so we can all hear the sermon."

Melinda almost stuck her tongue out when she felt Aunt Jo stir beside her. She shivered as some of the lust surged back, but not as much as before. Her pleasure would rise no further than the middling ground into which it had already settled.

"This is getting very annoying," Jo muttered. "I'm going to have to talk with your mother when we get home."

Talk to her all you want, you stupid cow, Melinda thought before the lust for Jo's beautifully mature body could return in force.

Panting hard, Diane pulled her trembling hand from under her panties and jeans. She lifted her eyes, her gaze darting around the clearing. She let out a relieved sigh when she saw no one in attendance.

Her pussy ached in post-orgasmic bliss, and her lips twitched into a tiny smile. Despite having been pushed by urges she could not ignore, she had felt more in control of the line energy than ever before. All she did was pace her rise to orgasm like Debby had shown her, and the line energy had followed in concert.

Moreover, this time she knew the exact effect it had had.

When she had first directed the burst of energy to Heather and Melinda, it was as if she had stepped into their bodies for a moment. It was just as Melinda once described when she had projected energy over the link to a fellow Harbinger.

She wrapped her arms around herself and let out a shaky sigh. For a few seconds, she and Heather had shared consciousness, as if they were two spirits in the same body. It left her first with a lightheaded giddiness, and then a moment of pure joy. She had felt Heather's feelings towards her; it was one thing to see evidence of another's love, but to actually experience it was altogether indescribable.

She thought she understood now how she had managed to use her power at just the right time: she was linked into Heather's precognitive ability. Even as dampened as it was by Laura, it still operated on a low level and somehow communicated with her.

Diane stood and smiled, elated that she would have good news to tell Debby for a change.

"Kim, stand in front of me, facing me," said Jason.

Kim let out a husky sigh as she slowly stood. She stepped away from the sofa and turned on her heel, her arms lying limp at her sides.

"You really don't like making decisions of any kind, do you?" Jason asked.

"No, I don't," Kim replied in a breathy voice.

"And you don't care to question authority."

"I-I don't feel it's my place. They must know what they're doing."

"Like me?"

Kim paused, then nodded. "Yes, like you."

"Which is why you answered all those really intimate questions. You even told me all about your sex life."

Kim's cheeks colored. "You ... you said I had to," she said in a small voice. She swallowed and tilted her hips. "And it felt kind of nice for some reason."

"Do you know it could also feel nice to do as you're told?"

Kim let out another low, needy sigh. "Y-yes, it ... it did feel good when you told me to stand here."

"It was nice not having to make that decision, wasn't it?"

Kim hesitated before nodding once.

"Would you like me to make another one for you?"

"I don't ... what kind of decision?"

"Well, let me ask you this," said Jason. "Can you think of anything you want to do right now?"

"I don't know what to do now." She ran a hand through her hair. "I-I'm having trouble thinking straight."

"In that case, I'll decide what you should do next. Take off your blouse."

Kim uttered a small gasp, though her hands had already risen to her bosom. She fidgeted with one of the buttons. "I-I'm not sure I--"

"But I'm sure, and that's what matters. You don't need the burden of that decision. It will feel better to do as you're told."

Kim slowly nodded and started to unbutton her blouse. Her next breath came out as another husky sigh, and her fingers moved faster. She pulled open the blouse, revealing her simple white bra. She shrugged the blouse from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her hips swayed once. "Oh God," she whispered.

"Did that feel good?"

"God, yes, that felt nice," Kim replied in a dreamy voice.

"So much better then fretting over decisions, isn't it?"

Kim nodded and slowly smiled.

"Take off your skirt," Jason said.

Kim obeyed but paused just before letting the skirt fall into a heap around her feet. She stepped out of them and nudged them aside with her foot. She shivered and sighed, her hips writhing. Her panties clung to her mound, stained dark with her growing moisture. "God, that feels good," Kim murmured.

"It will keep feeling good as long as you obey. Take off your bra."

Kim reached behind her and undid the hooks. She tugged the straps from her shoulders and pulled away the cups, and her breasts spilled out. Her nipples were stiff and erect, the surrounding areolae dark. She uttered a breathy moan as she dropped the bra to the floor, her hips gyrating.

"How do you feel?" Jason asked.

"H-horny," Kim whispered. "I never knew it could make me feel this way."

"Take off your panties."

Kim tugged them down her hips, letting out a ragged sigh as the crotch peeled away from her wet mound. She let them fall down her stocking-clad legs and stepped out of them, kicking them aside when they caught on the heel of her shoe. She shuddered and moaned, sliding her hands slowly down her sides until they framed her hips, which swayed from the unrelenting heat in her pussy.

"The freedom from having to decide anything is wonderful, isn't it?" Jason asked.

"Yes, it is," Kim said, but gave him a pleading look.

"But you need something, and you don't feel right asking for it."

Kim bit her lower lip and nodded.

Jason stood. "So it would be so much better for someone who knew what you need to make sure you get it."

Kim's eyes darted to the bulge in Jason's crotch. She nodded again.

Jason started to remove his clothes. Kim watched, her breath quickening, her body trembling. She sighed in desire when his cock sprang free, stiff and pulsing with his excited heartbeat.

Jason was quite pleased. This was the easiest of them all. He barely had to use any power at all, as if she were already looking for someone to dominate her. He felt no qualms at obliging. He had already learned it was better to take complete rather than partial control. Soon Kim would only know happiness and obedience, and the two would be synonymous.

"Kneel on the sofa, Kim," Jason said. "And let me take care of everything."

Penny stepped into the master bedroom and tossed her purse on the bed. "I know what you're going to ask, Jo," she said in a tired voice. She turned around as her sister appeared in the doorway. "Whatever happened to Heather and Melinda at church I had nothing to do with."

Jo stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "Oh, I know that perfectly well, but I'll bet you know something about it regardless."

"I can't read my daughters' minds."

"Please, stop playing games with me. It's getting old."

Penny folded her arms. "You know as much about Heather and Melinda's situation as I do. I don't have any secrets I'm holding back. And ... just what the hell are you doing?"

Jo neatly folded the blouse she had just removed and placed it in a chair in the corner of the room. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Why are you undressing in here? David is in the living room watching the game."

Jo reached behind her to unlatch her bra. "So?"

"So maybe I don't like having to keep altering my husband's perceptions of everything."

Jo gave her sister a silky smile as she freed her plump breasts. "I would think you would have gotten used to it after all this time."

"Getting used to it is not the same as desiring it. I loathe what I have to do to keep him in the dark."

Jo slid her pants down her legs and stepped out of them. "I suppose you should have thought about that before you started poking your nose where it didn't belong, honey."

Penny clenched her teeth. "You're the one who orchestrated the threat to my--"

"But we're getting off-topic," Jo said as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. "So, does this have to do with the Harbingers?" She looked pensive as she shimmied her hips out of the panties and dropped them down her legs. "They share some sort of link, don't they? I remember hearing that Victor had ranted about that at some point."

"You know as much about it as I do," Penny said.

A naked Jo stepped over to her sister, swinging her hips as if intending to seduce. "But apparently not enough. Like how they had managed to do it to me twice now at just the right moment. As if they knew I was going to do it ahead of time."

"You're in uncharted waters, then," Penny said in a stiff voice. "I know nothing about that."

Jo paused, her eyes flicking up and down Penny's body. She grinned. "You're lying."

"You're crazy."

"Penny, I could always tell when you lie to me ever since we were kids. That's how I knew you were on to me years ago even when you claimed innocence, and how I was able to play you like a fiddle. You do know something you're not telling me."

Penny felt a fury for her sister that she had not been allowed to experience for some time. All the memories came back to her in a flood of how Jo had betrayed her early on, maneuvering her into a pact she was forced to make with the Darkness to protect her daughters from what Jo had set in motion.

"Even if I did know something, I am not obligated to tell you," Penny said. "You've forced me to do things no mother in their right mind should do. I'm not going to give you any further--"

You should tell her everything you know, my pet.

Penny's eyes widened. For the first time in a long while she met the words of her Mistress with shock and defiance.

Jo raised an eyebrow and glanced around. She took a small step back.

I would be very pleased if you told her, said the Darkness in sweet tones and wet warmth. And so will you.

Penny uttered her next words as a husky sigh. "One of the Harbingers can channel line energy directly." Her hips swayed as liquid heat oozed in her folds. Her clothing felt too confining, her nipples tingling against the cups of her bra.

Jo tilted her head and gave her sister a curious look. "And he or she can project this over the shared link?"

"And Heather ... H-Heather has precognition." Penny gasped as her pussy rose in pleasure, like fingers slowly thrusting. She swayed her hips to and fro in time to the imaginary ministrations.

"Oh, does she, now?" Jo said with a sly smile.

"It's not perfect, it only works when it wants to. Maybe ... m-maybe Heather had a vision and warned Diane ahead of time."

Jo was about to reply when the silence was broken instead by Penny's soft panting. "Why, Penny, are you getting off on telling me this?" Jo said with a sly smirk.

Penny shook her head until the Darkness spoke again: Why not tell her the truth?

"I-I'm being rewarded," Penny said in a small voice. "For being a good girl."

Jo glanced about again and looked relieved to see no one else in the room. "Yes, of course, you must keep it happy. That's what you always wanted to do, wasn't it?"

Penny had no retort. She could only bask in the growing pleasure and hope that she would be allowed to remove her clothes before her pussy gushed into her jeans.

Of course you may remove your clothes, my pet. Especially when you have an eager and willing face to gush upon in the other bedroom.

Penny had not wanted to engage in anything sexual with Melinda that morning, but now she wondered why. It sounded like a wonderful idea, and she was already soaking her panties in anticipation.

Jo smiled as Penny unbuttoned her blouse. "Mmm, so you want to get in on the action today, do you?"

Penny shrugged her blouse from her shoulders, the heart-shaped pendant lying between her breasts. "Yes, she has to show how much she likes Mommy's pussy," Penny said in a soft voice.

"We'll see if it's as much as she adores her aunt's pussy."

Penny unlatched the chain of her pendant. She opened the dresser and removed the felt-lined box. She paused and stared at the pendant as it spun slowly at the end of its chain. She heaved a slow and heavy sigh.

She still remembered the day David gave it to her, how he had been so excited thinking he had scored a more expensive piece of jewelry for a cheap price. Penny had recognized it for the fake gold it was, yet she never let on until after they were married.

It was a symbol of a simpler past. She clutched it in her hand for a moment before setting it into its box and replacing the box in the dresser drawer.

Her moment of introspection was over. She had a wet, needy pussy, and a daughter with a tongue which could work sexual magic upon it. She shed the rest of her clothes and followed her sister out.

When Heather happened to spot Aunt Jo and her mother entering Melinda's bedroom naked, she had almost been too revolted to realize that this was her chance.

She paused at the top of the stairs, looking towards her bedroom door. It was mercifully closed, though Heather could hear Jo's muffled voice. She did not try to concentrate on what was being said.

She tip-toed past and peeked into the master bedroom before entering. Heather stepped over to the dresser and paused, reconsidering. Just how important was it to know? She had no idea how long she would be gone with the pendant, or how soon her mother would discover it missing.

Then again, she almost did not have this chance. Aunt Jo had nearly ruined it. Had Diane not come to her rescue, she would be spending the day in a wet haze of lust. Already her pussy tingled as fleeting thoughts of returning to her Mistress' service danced in the background of her consciousness.

She took a deep breath and fetched the small jewelry box from the drawer, opened it, and stared at the pendant. It was actually a pretty pendant, despite the scratches on the fake and fading gold coating. She wanted to think that this represented what was left of her mother, still fighting against what she had become.

She removed the pendant and slipped it into her pocket. She set the box back and closed the drawer, then scurried out of the room. Now she had to find Richie. She did not think she could wait until he was done with his surveillance of Jason. She was prepared to do anything to get him to do this for her, including promises of more kinky sex.

Jason rarely did a girl from behind, as Melinda did not care for it. He saw it as the most submissive of all positions, and that suited Kim well.

As far as he could see, Kim was enjoying it, which only helped convince him he had made the right decision. He had to be in the right before he took the final step, or his actions would not be justified.

Jason gripped Kim's hips and yanked her towards him with each thrust, bodies slapping together as if following a porn movie script. He imagined that was why Richie loved using this position so much. Rather typical of him to want to be in control all the time, even in matters of sex.

Kim's fingers curled into the back of the sofa, her head hung low and her ass thrust upwards, her breasts swinging back and forth under her. For awhile all she could gasp was "more" or "harder," but now she was not coherent enough even for that.

Jason kept pounding, building her into a frenzy of need. His shaft only just brushed her clit at this angle, teasing her until her gasps turned to strident whimpers. He let go of her hips and slowed his pace, returning to long and deep plunges until his body ground against hers.

"Oh God ..." Kim moaned. "P-please ... please make me cum ..."

He reached between her legs and pressed his fingertips against her clit. She flinched and shuddered as he stroked it in time with his thrusts. Jason trembled and leaned forward when he felt too close to the edge. He buried himself inside her and rubbed her clit harder.

"Oh yes ... yes ... oh God ..."

Jason paused, as he was too excited to think. He was not sure why this was such a thrill. For a fleeting moment he thought he had felt an icy chill in his mind, but it vanished as quickly as it had come. He believed he had imagined it.

He let out a controlled breath and closed his eyes. His cock twitched, ready to cum, needing only another stroke inside Kim's tight and helpless tunnel. He focused his mind on one thing only, and then whipped his fingers across Kim's clit.

Kim panted harder, her back arching and her head tilting back. She trembled at the straining edge, letting out a single keening whimper which turned into a cry as her hips jerked. Jason's cock strained harder, and he burst into her mind in a rush. Kim shuddered, and she shook her head as if trying to clear it, but there would be no more place for any thoughts of her own.

Jason drew his cock halfway out, then groaned and slammed it back in, throbbing hard against the slick confines of her cunt. Kim's cries turned to moans, and then to breathy sighs. Panting softly, Jason withdrew his flagging cock. Kim's hips gyrated slowly, as if she were savoring the post-coital sensations in her pussy.

"Kim, stand up and face me," Jason said.

Kim crawled off the sofa and turned towards him, standing still with her arms at her sides. "Yes, Master, what do you wish of me?" she asked in a soft, breathy voice.

"Do you understand what I've done?" Jason asked.

Kim tilted her head. "Done, Master?"

"Perhaps a better question is, do you know what you are?"

Kim's lips curled into a dreamy smile, her eyes distant. "Of course, Master. I am your slave."

"And what does that mean?"

"I do what you tell me to do." She smiled. "I don't have to make any decisions anymore."

The door opened. Jason whirled around.

"I apologize for being late," Stacy said as she closed the door behind her. She glanced at the two and smiled. "But I see it gave you a chance to get to know one another. Hello, Kim, it's good to see you."

"Hello, Ms. Missen," Kim said. "I regret to tell you I will not be seeking employment here."

Stacy sat behind her desk. "Oh? Why is that?"

"Because I'm Jason's slave now. I do what he tells me to do."

"I had to do it," Jason said.

Stacy held up a hand. "I am very sure you had a good reason for doing this. However, it does present a problem for you, does it not?"

Jason sighed and glanced at Kim. "Yeah, it does."

"Is something wrong, Master?" Kim asked.

"You can't very well take her home," Stacy continued. "And it appears you made her quite the total slave. I doubt she could think on her own."

"Could I leave her here with you?"

"Of course. But you will have to allow me to give her orders."

Jason nodded and turned to Kim. "Kim, I want you to follow Ms. Missen's orders as well. Do everything she tells you."

Kim nodded. "Yes, Master, of course."

"Unless she tells you to do anything related to your sociology work at school. You will absolutely not do that for her."

"Yes, Master."

Stacy gave Jason a wry smile. "Kim?"

Kim turned to her. "Yes, Mistress?"

"Get dressed and wait in hotel room one-oh-one. Just knock on the door and tell the young lady inside that Jason sent you."

"Yes, Mistress."

Jason gathered his clothes as he watched Kim dress. He had just started putting on his briefs when Kim left the room.

"Very clever of you, that last part," Stacy said with amusement. "But we have no use for her particular power."

"So I was right," Jason said as he pulled on his jeans. "She does have the power to persuade a group of people given enough time."

"Yes, you were very much right. I had brought her here to ... well, neutralize her in much the same manner you did, but I thought I would let you take care of it."

"Why?"

Stacy leaned back in her seat. "Same as with Cindy and Elena. So you can learn. And what did you learn today?"

Jason paused to put on his shirt. "That power in the hands of someone too weak to use it can be as bad as someone all too willing to use it."

"Yes, very good. Please, sit down for a moment if you would."

Jason adjusted his shirt and dropped into the chair. "I never saw someone so submissive before. Someone could easily dominate her and use her power against others."

Stacy nodded. "And as you learned earlier, sometimes the only right thing to do is to enslave her." She leaned forward. "In fact, let's summarize everything you have learned in the last few days:

"One: It is justified to use mind control to prevent someone from doing harm to others.

"Two: It is often better and more merciful to effect a complete enslavement rather than a partial one.

"Three: Some cannot be trusted with power, and it is justified to control them to stop them from using their power to hurt others.

"Four: Those with power who can be too easily dominated by others need to be stopped before another can take advantage of their submissiveness."

Jason nodded slowly. "Some people are submissive by nature, though."

"Yes, that's true, but it makes nothing you have learned any less valid. Consider the list in reverse and now think of Kim again. Say you chose not to enslave her. This can easily lead to item three by proxy. This in turn leads to two and one."

Jason nodded more confidently. "Yes, I understand now."

Stacy smiled. "Excellent. You really are a fast learner, Jason."

"Thank you. Is that all you had for me today?"

"That is the only task, yes. But Elena is here for one more day and would love to have more cock. Then you can play with both Cindy and Kim before you head home."

Jason nodded and stood.

"But I do want to leave you with this last thought," Stacy said. "I want you to think hard on this: do you know anyone at all who fits these categories?"

Jason paused as a name tried to spring into his head. He quelled it as if he already knew who it would be but did not want his guess to be confirmed. "But--"

"You need not act on it. Just think about it. A thought exercise, if you would. We'll meet tomorrow and discuss it."

"All right." Jason said in a tentative voice as he left.

Richie stood near the intersection just west of the Inn, contemplating the cell phone. He flipped it open and stared at the number pad for a minute, only to close it with a frown and a frustrated sigh.

What the fuck am I afraid of?

Only now, shielded from his father's influence by his proximity to the Inn, did he allow himself to admit his fear. He tried to find reasons why his father would not yell at him. He had tried very, very hard not to be a dick anymore. He was doing what the Harbingers wanted of him. Cassie said jump, and he had asked how high.

Or did his father still think he was being a dick towards Cathy? He was doing what Cassie said he should do. If Cathy was going to suffer without sex from him, then giving her sex to keep her content was the right thing to do.

Yeah, sure, except when I want to do it with a hot redhead instead, Richie thought, his fingers curling tighter around the phone.

He flipped the phone open again, as if to challenge his own thought. No, that had to have come from his father after all. Why would he be criticizing his own actions? He was doing what he was told. Cassie wanted him to fuck Cathy and watch Jason, and he was doing that. Heather had really needed a fuck, and he had obliged.

Richie flinched and nearly dropped the phone when it suddenly vibrated. "What the fuck?! Oh." He flipped it open and brought it to his ear, and a fleeting, crazy thought that this could be his father made his stomach clench. "Um ... yeah?"

"Heh, yer a man of elegance, both on the phone and off, old hoss."

Richie rolled his eyes. "Fuck you, Ned. What is it?"

"Jus' relayin' something from the Harbinger Temporary Grand Poobah Madam Cassie Kendall," Ned drawled. "She wishes ta extend an invitation ta join her an' the others fer the grand ball at Mrs. R's place at three-ish."

"That depends on whether I'm done keeping an eye on Jason."

"Ta be honest, I don't think yer doin' much good at that."

Richie frowned. "What the fuck, Ned? I'm doing the best I can, okay? You try doing this if you're so--"

"Whoa, take a chill pill, bro," Ned said. "I don't mean how good a job yer doin'. I mean I don't think yer gonna get anywhere. I was thinkin' about this. What's ta stop him from jus' heading back out when you're not watchin' him?"

Richie ground his teeth as he remembered what Jason had said the day before. "Yeah, fine, okay. But this is what Cassie wants me to do. Fuck, you were the one who suggested it."

"Yeah, it did seem like a good idea at the time. I think Cassie seized on it jus' ta feel like she was doin' something. As much as I love her, she sometimes don't look at the whole enchilada."

Richie threw up his free hand. "I gotta do something!"

"Know what yer best bet would be? Try talkin' ta Jason soon after he gets back from the Inn."

"What the hell for?"

"Ta find out what's makin' him tick right now. See how far he's gone inta the Dark Side of the Force."

Richie nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, okay, I can do that. I kinda did that yesterday, though he called me."

"Oh? What did he say?"

"I don't remember every word, but he went on about how they were teaching him stuff about using mind control. Like it was okay to do it sometimes, and he wasn't real upset about that. Fucking kinda creeped me out, dude."

Ned was silent for a moment. "Huh. Yeah, that's bad."

"Actually, I remember now, he said he'd call me again when he got back home today, but I'm not sure I can trust anything he tells me anymore."

Ned would have no idea how much it had pained Richie to say that unless Ned had caught the small catch in his voice. "Then ya can prolly ferget 'bout campin' out near the Inn. Jus' go home and wait fer him ta call ya."

"Yeah, okay. This is kind of boring anyway."

"An' if ya can do me a solid an' see if ya can contact Heather somehow an' relay ta her about the meeting."

Richie frowned. "I'll try. I don't think Heather's mother likes me. I know Jason's mother won't let me set foot on the property let alone get inside."

"Call me back if ya have problems. Jus' use the phone's call history ta get my number."

"Yeah, okay. Talk to you later, man."

"Later, old hoss."

Richie snapped the phone shut and let out a sigh of relief as he mounted his bike. He hesitated as he took one last glance at the Inn. He wished he could go inside, find Jason, and knock some sense into him, even if it meant with his fists. He still felt like he should be doing something more tangible to help. Jason had stuck with him for so long that he felt he should return the favor.

Suddenly a bright pink bicycle sped by the front of the Inn, heading away from him. He snorted in amusement at the idea of anyone being caught dead on such a lame-ass bike. It looked very much like the one Melinda used to ride when ...

"Hang on," Richie said, his eyes widening as he noticed the flaming red hair of the girl riding it. "Holy fuck!"

Richie pedaled and raced to beat the changing light at the intersection and failed. A car stopped in a short squeal of tire and a blast of horn. He raced down the opposite side of the street from Heather, puffing with the effort to catch up. He saw Heather's head turn left and right as she pedaled.

Heather reached the next street and slowed to make the turn south. Richie let go of the handlebars long enough to bring his fingers to his lips and let out a short, piercing whistle. Heather turned her head just as she disappeared around the corner. Richie uttered a curse and raced for the intersection, but Heather had turned around. She stopped and waited on the corner.

Richie crossed the street and skidded to a stop beside Heather. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I don't like it either, Richie," Heather said in quavering voice. She straightened up and winced. "Shit, I have to get off this thing for a minute." She dismounted and rubbed her lower back. "I really have to get my old bike fixed."

"So what's up?"

"I was looking for you." She reached into a pocket and pulled out something. All Richie saw was a bit of thin chain until she opened her hand. He peered down at a heart-shaped, worn gold-colored pendant. "My mother's had this since my father gave it to her before they were married. He said she never goes outside without it. I've got the address of the place where her business used to be, so I thought we could go over there."

"What, now?" Richie said.

"Yes, now! Richie, I'm only just barely holding off my Mistress' thoughts. I-I shouldn't even be this coherent now. Look, I know you want to keep watching Jason--"

"Actually, I--"

"--but I'm willing to do anything to get you to do this."

Richie paused. "Anything?"

Heather gave him a small smile. "You thought doing it on the hood of your mother's car was kinky. Any other kinks you want to do? I'll try whatever you want."

Richie's cock twitched. He could think of any of dozens of different things he always wanted a girl to do for him or let him do to her. Most ran up against the brick wall of lack of opportunity -- or in some cases, equipment -- but he was sure he could work out ...

Don't be a dick.

Richie's train of thought derailed. "Shit," he muttered.

Heather tilted her head. "Something wrong?"

Richie shook his head. "Nothing. Forget the kinky stuff, you don't have to do that."

Heather stared as if Richie had grown a second head. "But I don't mind--"

"Forget it, okay?! Let's just go and get this done."

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