Heather heard her Mistress' escalating pants and moans, and her own pussy buzzed and ached in anticipation of reward. She writhed and moaned into Marcie's mound, licking and sucking hard. She adored the musky aroma of Marcie's unrelenting and unsatisfied arousal, and the way Marcie's mound squirmed against her face, begging for an orgasm which would never come. Heather had earned that reward this time. Her only regret was that she had not been the one to deliver a wonderful orgasm to her Mistress.

Laura let out soft cry and panted hard. After another minute, she finally declared, "Stop! H-heel, Marcie."

Marcie lifted her pussy from Heather's face. Heather stood and saw Marcie sit on her haunches before her owner, trembling with unsatisfied need. Laura glowed in the aftermath of her orgasm, a soft smile radiating from her face. She gestured, and Marcie crawled off to the side.

Laura's smile turned sly. "Step forward, slave."

Heather did so until Laura held up a hand for her to stop.

"So you wish your reward now?" Laura said. "You wish to cum?"

"Only if it is what you want of me, Mistress," Heather said in a husky voice. Her pussy oozed as she looked upon her Mistress' folds, a single finger teasing a still slick clit. Heather again envisioned her own tongue touching the delicious flesh instead and hoped she would have an opportunity later.

Laura lifted her foot. "A little closer, slave."

Her pussy softly throbbing to her heartbeat, Heather stepped forward and uttered a tiny gasp as Laura brought her foot to Heather's crotch. A ragged sigh escaped Heather's lips as Laura teased the damp lace with her big toe, pleasure slowly rising.

Laura's smile widened, and she lowered her foot, leaving her slave panting in need. "Remove the panties and kneel."

Heather reached under her uniform and tugged the panties down, shuddering as they peeled away from her wet mound. She dropped them down her legs and kicked them aside. She fell to her knees in panting anticipation, spreading her thighs.

She closed her eyes and shivered as Laura's foot slipped between her legs and rubbed her slick labia. She squirmed as Mistress' big toe wiggled against her clit until her pleasure rose and hovered just short of orgasm.

"Oh, yes, my slave," Laura cooed. "I sense you're so close. I can keep you like this for the rest of the day."

Laura poked her toe further into Heather's slit. Heather panted hard, quivering with need as her pussy rose and strained. Her eyes slid closed as the toe wriggled and flicked, and she trembled as hard as Marcie's had.

Laura dropped her foot to the floor. Heather's eyes fluttered open, and she uttered a tiny whimper.

"So you like the touch of my foot against your pussy, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress, I adore it," Heather said in a breathless voice.

"Do you adore my feet?"

"Yes, Mistress, I adore your feet."

Laura crossed one leg over the other and dangled a foot before Heather's face, the big toe still glistening with moisture. "Then show me how much you adore them, slave."

Heather hesitated only a moment. She had never done this before nor had the desire, but that no longer mattered. She had whatever desire Mistress wished of her. She looked upon Laura's foot and saw how perfect and beautiful it was. She leaned towards it, cradling the heel in her hand.

She let the gentle coaxing in her mind guide her. She bestowed a light kiss on each of the toes, then suckled upon the big toe, uttering a low moan as her body shivered with pleasure. Her pussy rose and strained, and she squirmed as she worshiped her Mistress' foot with greater abandon, sucking each of the toes and running her tongue along the sides.

Ned wiped his face with his hand and shifted in his seat, though no amount of movement would tame his erection or make it sit more comfortably. Ned hoped the mere existence of these pictures would be enough to convince Laura to resign. He hated the thought of the embarrassment this would mean to Heather if the recording ever had a wider viewing.

That was assuming he could even get the evidence he needed.

He wished Cassie had told Heather to align the camera as well. Laura was still maddeningly just outside the shot. That could have been anyone's foot. Only Heather and Marcie were identifiable.

"All I need is one frame," Ned declared through clenched teeth. "One stinkin' frame ..."

"Stop."

Heather pulled back, though she stared at her Mistress' foot with longing.

Laura smiled. "Very good, slave. You are far more tractable now than you have ever been. While I may miss some of that old resistance, it was indeed getting just that: old."

"I'm sorry if I ever disappointed you, Mistress," Heather said.

"I suspect those days are over, or will be soon. You are almost completely mine now."

"I only wish to serve you, Mistress."

"I am very close to believing that." Laura's smile widened. "Then we'll make this a rite of passage. Originally, I was going to make Marcie my foot-slave, but it makes so much more sense for you to be. In that case, let's do this right."

Laura gestured, and Heather crawled back a few steps, remaining on her knees. Laura rose from her chair and let the robe slip from her body, leaving her naked. Heather gazed up at her in obedient adoration.

"Now, slave," Laura said in a voice thick with lust. "Now come worship my feet properly."

Ned bolted upright in his chair when he saw Laura step into view. "Holy Gallopin' Gerties, that's more of a school principal than I thought I'd ever wanna see," Ned declared, but he grinned in triumph at seeing both Laura and Heather on screen at the same time, and no mistaking either of their identities.

As if to put the icing on the cake, Laura turned her head and looked directly at the webcam.

"Heh. Smile, yer on Candid Camera," Ned said, though the next moment his grin faded when Laura suddenly yanked her foot back and barked an order to Heather, then thrust her finger at the laptop. Ned reached for the volume control, which he had turned down in case Seeger had decided to stop by.

"--remember leaving the lid up on the laptop," Laura said in an angry voice. "Did you do this, slave?

"Ruh-roh," Ned said.

Heather crawled towards her wonderful Mistress on her hands and knees, bending down to kiss her Mistress' foot. She played her tongue over each perfectly shaped toe, taking the big one into her mouth when it rose towards her eager lips.

Suddenly the toe was snatched out of her mouth. "Slave, look up. Now."

Heather drew herself up on her knees and gazed up at Laura, shivering slightly when she saw Laura's angry face. "I'm sorry, Mistress, did I do something to displease you?"

Laura pointed to the laptop, and Heather turned her head towards it. "I do not remember leaving the lid up on the laptop," Laura said. "Did you do this, slave?"

Heather did not hesitate. "Yes, Mistress, I did."

"Why?"

"I wanted to show you I wasn't scared of it anymore, Mistress."

"What are you talking about?"

"When I first became your slave, I was afraid you would use the webcam to take pictures of me, Mistress." Heather smiled. "Now I would be happy to pose for you."

Laura considered, staring first at Heather and then the laptop. She stepped towards the latter, looking crossly at the webcam. "Doesn't look like it's on," Laura mumbled. She uttered a short sigh and closed the lid before turning back to her slave. "Don't ever do that again without my direct order."

Heather hung her head. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I only wanted to be a good girl."

"I do enjoy the thought of taking pictures of you," Laura said in a silky voice. "But I would use something of far better quality than the webcam. And we can't exactly go broadcasting our little activities over the internet, now can we?"

"Of course not, Mistress."

"Hmm ... I don't sense any deceit from you. I suppose you really thought I would enjoy that gesture. I suppose in a way I do. You are truly becoming totally subservient to me. Now ..." She slid a foot forward towards Heather. "Where were we?"

Ned leaned back and blew out his lips as he watched the words "NO SIGNAL" appear on the screen. He looked down at his hands and realized he was trembling.

He brought up the video playback and looked over his prize. He adjusted the slider until he came upon the frame with both Laura and Heather turned towards the camera. It was perfect. He would keep the rest of the recording until the fiasco was over, but this was likely all he needed. With Laura naked and Heather in a state of partial undress, Laura would never be able to claim it was anything less than what it seemed.

Ned saved the video to a thumb drive and deleted it from the school computer. Smiling, he tossed the thumb drive up and snatched it from the air before heading down to Seeger's office.

Seeger looked up from a magazine he was reading. "Yes, Mr. Lussander?"

Ned held up the thumb drive. "Your evidence has arrived."

Seeger put down the magazine. "Is it as bad as I suspect it is?"

"Yeah, prolly. But in a way, we kinda want that. I still gotta get the still frames off the video. I'll do that in a li'l bit."

"You cannot imagine how grateful I am at your help in this matter, and how horrified that you had to do it."

"Yeah, you and me both, Mr. S. An' we still gotta wait."

"Wait?"

"Ta see if Heather gets freed. We can't run Laura outta town if she's gonna take Heather with her."

Seeger nodded emphatically. "Yes, of course. In that case, do not hand me the evidence until you are sure Miss Sovert will be safe."

"Can do, Mr. S.," said Ned.

Jason felt if this was going to happen, he was not going to be passive about it.

Halfway through their lovemaking, Jason had stopped and flipped them over so his mother was on her back. She wrapped her legs tight around him as he thrusted steady and strong into Audrey's tight and wet pussy.

"Oh yes ..." Audrey moaned. "Oh God ... f-fuck me ... fuck me harder, Jason ..."

Jason's pleasure rose slowly, and he held her back until he had caught up. "You're asking this ... of your own son ..." Jason gasped through his labored breathing. "Your own son ... is fucking you ..."

He did not know why he felt the need to say that. Perhaps he still had some vestigial fear which needed to be assuaged. Despite everything making perfect sense, he still remembered the agonizing days watching his mother come on to him and threaten to influence him into sex with her if he did not comply with her wish for him to take the job at the Inn.

Now her mind lay open and willing to submit to his control. All he needed to do was slide deeper into her mind at the moment of climax, and she would never need to worry about how she would feel ever again.

"Yes, Jason ..." Audrey said in a breathless voice. "My son ... my son is fucking me ... I-I'm a complete mother now ..."

Jason heard the slight hesitation in her voice, but he could easily assume it was the passion of the moment. Could he stop himself now if he wanted to? He felt he had been committed the moment his cock had slid past her mother's labia.

Audrey tilted her head back as Jason eased the hold on her rise. "Oh Jason ... c-cum inside me ... please ... cum inside me ..."

Jason could do no less. Like with the Harbinger girls, he was not concerned about pregnancy. It simply would not happen. He wondered if this thought had come to his mother, or would it be another thing which might upset her? Was that more argument in favor of enslaving her?

Audrey moaned with desperate need, her hips rising in time to Jason's more frantic thrusts. He had to decide now. Enslave her, or let it go a little longer? Their sex would not end here. Jason really did want her to suck his cock, and he would love to take her from behind. He wanted to know what her boobs tasted like. He wanted to see her do a reverse-cowgirl on him so he could stare at her rippling ass as they fucked.

He let them both pass the point of no return. They cried out in mutual ecstasy, Jason burying his cock deep, which pulsed against the twitching walls of his mother's tunnel. Audrey made a squealing noise of a cadence he never knew his mother could do. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, grinding her hips as her pussy throbbed.

When their pleasure finally waned, Jason gently withdrew and parted. He fell onto his side, watching Audrey's bosom rise and fall with her still quickened breath.

His mother closed her eyes for a moment. "You didn't take me," she said in a bemused voice.

"No, I didn't," Jason said. "Disappointed?"

She turned her head and gave him a tiny smile. "Maybe a little."

"I may still do it. I haven't decided yet."

Audrey turned onto her side, her smile widening. She lay her hand gently against his softening cock. "Like I said before, I don't think I would ever get upset at the idea of your cock inside me. It was as wonderful as I had hoped it would be."

Jason gave her a wan smile. He remained inside her head, looking for any warning rumbles in her mental landscape. The tendrils of Dark power were still there. Were they the only things shoring up her mind?

Audrey slowly massaged his cock and balls, the former still slick with her moisture. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it until he heard a low, husky gasp when his cock stiffened.

"Oh my, Jason," Audrey said in an awed voice. "You're getting hard again already."

"Difficult not to when you keep doing that," Jason said with a grin.

"You're so very virile, Jason, I'm so proud to have a son like you."

"Show me," Jason said, rolling onto his back. "Suck my cock."

Audrey smiled. "Gladly."

Cassie uttered a sudden, short gasp as her driver wound the limo down the mesa. Something had just happened with Jason. Despite the line corruption, it had been strong enough to pierce the interference and impinge on the edge of her empathic senses over the shared Harbinger link.

Cassie swallowed and clamped her thighs together when her pussy threatened to respond to the pinpoint burst of emotion. She took a few deep breaths until the sensation eased, though her pussy would remain damp like it had been for much of the morning.

She looked out the window. She thought about urging Harry faster, but knew he would take no chances after a snowstorm, despite the roads having been cleared far better by her father's private plowing company than the roads in town would be by Haven municipal.

She tried not to think too hard on what she had felt, but it was obvious he had just consummated a sexual tryst. If he had taken that moment to enslave his mother, Cassie was already far too late.

Cassie shivered. Even after hearing so many times about the incestuous escapades of Richie's family, it still chilled her to the bone.

Cassie closed her eyes and tried to direct her thoughts over the link. It never did operate like telepathy; the Harbingers had tried several times to use it in that manner without success. Only the emotions associated with thought would come across. Cassie was hoping that now.

Please, Jason, I beg of you, if you have not already enslaved your mother, please stop. Please hold off. Please.

Jason watched his mother's head bob on his cock, panting softly in excitement. He smiled and mentally nudged her. She uttered a short gasp and squirmed, moaning through her nose as her ministrations suddenly quickened.

"Easy, now," Jason said in a breathless voice. "Not too fast."

Audrey raised her head and looked at him with smoldering eyes. Her fingers massaged his shaft as she spoke. "My pussy feels like it's being stroked. Are you doing that to me?"

Jason smiled. "Of course I am. I want you to feel pleasure as well."

Audrey shuddered as Jason stepped up the phantom stimulation. "Oh God, that's so nice ... please, Jason ... when you go back to school tomorrow ... can you do that to me from there? Can you stroke your mother's pussy like that?"

"Yes, I'd love to do that. Now, please, back inside your mouth, and take it slow."

Audrey nodded and again clamped her lips around his cock, her fingers playing with his swollen balls.

Jason closed his eyes as he continued mentally stroking his mother's pussy. "Mmm ... would you like two or three orgasms a day, Mom? I can do that for you. Two in the morning and one in the afternoon perhaps."

Audrey shuddered and moaned, pausing a moment as she drew back to his head to nod emphatically a few times before beginning another slow descent. Her hips writhed at the relentless sensual assault.

Jason looked into her mind and saw the first mental tremors deep in her subconscious. Something was stirring, possibly a delayed reaction. He was not sure yet; it was so buried among the Dark tendrils that it was hard separating its patterns from hers.

He could take her during the orgasm he was about to give her. Then he would be sure that his mother would indeed anticipate and enjoy the induced orgasms he would give her while at school. He could quell those tremors before they became a full mind-quake.

Yet as Audrey trembled while her pussy throbbed, something stayed his hand. Something told him he should continue to delay. It almost seemed like it had come from outside his mind.

No, that was the same nonsense he felt at the start of this venture. He was in control; all his thoughts were his own. He must have a good reason for wanting to wait, and he was sure it would present itself in time.

Cassie's progress became frustrated as they passed over the bridge into Haven. Someone had not heeded the sign warning "BRIDGE MAY BE ICY" and had rammed into one of the guardrails. Police were directing two-way traffic through a single lane.

Past that, they had to deal with the less-than-thorough plowing of Haven's streets. It helped that the sun shone from a cloudless sky, allowing bits of blacktop to appear through the packed snow and ice. Nevertheless, Harry took it slow enough to cause several irate motorists to go around him.

Cassie was surprised her mother had agreed to let her go. She had not intended for the support, but she had made her request with her father within earshot. Her mother had given Cassie a frustrated sigh but glanced at Robert, who shot his wife a warning look. Her mother had simply said, "Very well," and stalked away.

That was the first time her father had ever done such a thing with her in attendance. She felt both guilty and grateful.

She felt another tiny burst of emotion from Jason again, and she hoped he continued to delay his intent. Cassie sighed, wishing Ned was there to comfort her.

Jason realized why he wanted to take his mother from behind; it helped break a little more of the lingering spell cast by their relationship. She was less the mother and more the sexy older woman who liked young cock. He was more than happy to oblige.

He gripped her hips and thrusted at a moderate pace. Her head was turned to one side on the pillow, her eyes closed, her breath a desperate pant. He resisted slapping her ass; for some reason, that just didn't seem right.

He loved the idea of giving his mother orgasms from a distance and was glad she had suggested it. It gave him some ideas on what to do with Diane. He needed to prime her to help him bring the other Harbingers to his side. He would work on her that evening, when she was by herself in her room and thus not have to worry about the parents.

Though he supposed once the Harbingers were reined in, that would be an easier problem to solve. He doubted Cassie was using even a fraction of her psychic powers. He imagined she could take complete control of someone in their sleep if she applied herself. Parents would cease to be a nuisance and allow the Harbingers to operate more openly.

As they neared orgasm, he was again faced with the same decision. He still saw the little tremors in her mind lamenting what had become of her. He could not in good conscious let that go.

He settled into her mind, poised to strike at the moment of climax. Yet just as they both erupted into the paroxysms of shared orgasm, he both heard a distant noise and sensed a thought impinge upon his mind. Neither alone would have been enough to stop him, but the distraction of both made him miss the moment.

As their orgasms wound down, he identified the noise as the doorbell when it sounded again.

"I want to see who that is," Jason said as he slipped off the bed.

Audrey moaned and rolled onto her back. "Mmm ... I just want to keep fucking," she said in a languid voice.

Jason stepped into the bathroom long enough to grab a bathrobe. "So do I, Mom, but I feel I need to take care of this."

Audrey sat up and gave him a wan smile. "All right, Jason. Be back soon, please."

Jason nodded and left. He already had an idea who was at the door. The nudge on his mind had been empathic in nature. The doorbell rang a third time when he reached the bottom of the stairs.

He opened the door without looking through the peephole and found Cassie standing there as he thought she would. "So what brings you here?"

Cassie appeared nonplussed, but whether it was because of his state of undress or that he led off with a question was unclear. "Jason, I ... I wanted to ask you something, and ... please me honest with me."

"I always am, Cassie," Jason said. "What is it?"

"Did you just ... e-enslave your mother?"

Jason gave her a small smile. "My father put you up to this, didn't he?"

"That doesn't matter. I still need to know."

"No, I haven't. That doesn't mean I won't do it. That's a decision I have to make, no one else."

Cassie gave him a forlorn look. "I just want you to rethink it, that's all."

"Why should this matter to you? That is, beyond your insistence over never using power like this."

"I'm concerned about you. I see you doing things that a month ago you would never have dreamed of doing."

"That's because I finally understand that power is meant to be used. All that really matters is how it's used."

"Would it be too much to ask that you put off this sort of decision for a few days?" Cassie asked. "Just to give yourself time to think it over?"

Jason heard the note of desperation in her voice. Was something else going on? Stacy had been concerned about the other Harbingers moving against him, yet he failed to see any connection between his mother and whatever plans they may have devised.

"I'll consider it," Jason said.

Cassie let out a sigh. "Thank you."

"I hope you'll come around to my way of thinking, eventually."

"I'm not sure I could, Jason," Cassie said in a flat voice.

Jason smiled. "You could if you stayed for awhile."

Cassie's eyes widened.

"Would you like to join in? I'm sure my mother wouldn't mind."

Cassie swallowed and backed up a half-step. "No, I can't stay long anyway."

"Oh, come on, Cassie. I don't need to be an empath to know you're horny."

Cassie backed up another step and glared at him. "Get out of my head."

"I'm not really in it."

"I can feel you pressing on my mind."

"Just enough to know your pussy is all wet and warm."

Cassie took a deep breath, and he felt his mind pushed back. "Not for you, Jason, I'm sorry. I have to go."

Cassie turned and hustled down the walk. Jason watched until she was back inside the limo.

He sighed and shook his head as he closed the door. It would have been so much easier had Cassie come willingly. No matter. He'll soon have the Harbingers where he needed them, and all this nonsense would end.

Heather always felt strange to be back in her "normal" clothes on anything other than a school day morning. Despite the sexy black underwear which cradled her breasts and pressed against her mound in sensual delight, she longed to be back in the maid outfit. She no longer understood what had ever driven her to want to return "home."

She could be content in the knowledge that this would be the last time she would be carted away from her Mistress in her mother's car. This time tomorrow she would be back with her Mistress and never have to leave. Melinda would be with her, and then Heather would no longer have to worry about her sister ever again.

"Heather?"

Heather turned her gaze away from the window and looked at her mother. "Yes?"

Penny gave her a nervous glance. "I ... I may need your help tomorrow."

"Oh? How so?"

"Something ... s-something is going to happen to your sister. Aunt Jo is going to try to take her away."

"Oh, yes, I know all about that."

Penny stopped behind another car at an intersection and looked at her daughter. "You do?"

"Aunt Jo hinted at it to Melinda, and she told me."

"Why didn't she say anything to ...?" Penny trailed off and shook her head, returning her eyes to the road as the light turned green. "Never mind, I know the answer to that."

"What is it you thought I could do to help?"

"I'm not sure, to be honest. I'm grasping for ideas. I know how you and Melinda feel about me, but I don't want to see Melinda go."

"Neither do I, not with Aunt Jo, anyway."

Penny paused. "What do you mean by that?" she asked in a wary voice.

Heather slipped a hand into her pocket and touched the special panties, and her pussy became pleasantly warm in anticipation. "Mistress would treat her better. Far better."

Penny's eyes shimmered. "You don't ... please, Heather, don't tell me you mean Laura Bendon!"

"Who else would I mean, Mom?" Heather said with a small smile. "She's a wonderful Mistress. I've really started to enjoy being her sex slave, and Melinda would love it, too."

Penny swallowed and let out a ragged sigh. "This is insane. This shouldn't be happening. This is what I wanted to prevent. I don't understand any of this."

Heather tilted her head and gave her mother a questioning look.

"Forget it," said Penny. "You wouldn't understand. I need answers, and they can come only from one place, and it's not even talking to me."

Heather's smile faded, and she said in a wary voice, "Mom, you don't mean ... you're not talking about the Darkness, are you?"

Penny gave her a stricken look and said nothing.

"Mom, please, be honest with me," said Heather, and her mother tensed. "Did you really make a deal with it?"

Penny said nothing as she turned down Green Avenue.

"Did you?"

"You wouldn't understand," Penny declared in a shaky voice. "It wasn't the kind of deal you're thinking of."

Heather's eyes widened. "Oh my God."

"I had no choice!" Penny cried, her voice thrown off by the hard bump made by the car on the end of the driveway when she hit the accelerator too hard, the tires uttering a split-second squeal. "It was either that or lose the both of you to it."

Heather stared.

"I told you that you wouldn't understand," Penny said in a small voice. She pulled the car to a jerky stop in the garage and sniffled once. "Just ... just get inside and see Melinda, please. She's been pining for you all day since we got home from church."

Heather slowly nodded and exited the car. She was not sure why she cared anymore. She had already made her decision; whether her mother had been a conspirator or victim should be a moot point.

Heather realized she must have cared once. She had even stolen her mother's pendant in her quest for answers, though she had not gotten very far. Perhaps Melinda had been right all along, and it really did not matter. She felt bad for sending Diane on a fool's errand.

Thoughts of Diane gave her pause as she headed up the stairs. What was going to happen between them now? As much as she adored being Mistress' slave, she still had feelings for Diane. Would Mistress be willing to let her visit? Or perhaps Diane would be willing to become ...

The force of the opposition to that idea made her stop just short of the top of the stairs. No, that would be unconscionable, not after what Diane had gone through. Yet had she not decided for her own sister that Mistress would be the better ...

"Heather, is that you?" came a familiar cry from the bedroom.

The voice broke her out of her reverie and reminded her of a task far simpler to understand. She would work out the details about Diane later. She bounded up the remaining stairs and met her nude sister at the door. Melinda threw her arms around Heather and hugged her tight.

Heather uttered a slow, husky sigh at the press of her little sister's sexy body. She wished she could slip the panties on Melinda now and enjoy her squirming delight before taking her back to Mistress that night. Instead, she heeded her Mistress' orders. She would wait until after school tomorrow.

"God, I've missed you," Melinda said in a shaky voice, trembling.

Heather smiled. "I've missed you, too, runt," she said in a soft and breathless voice.

Melinda glanced down the hall and grabbed Heather's arms, hauling her inside. "Heather, close the door behind you, hurry."

Heather nodded, looking at her sister curiously before closing the door. She turned back in time to see Melinda step into a pair of panties and yank them up her legs. "You can't imagine how good it is to wear underwear again," Melinda said as she turned towards the dresser.

Heather sat on the edge of her bed. "How are you managing that? Did Aunt Jo give you a break?"

Melinda whirled around, Heather repressing a look of amusement as her little sister's boobs jiggled. "No, I gave me a break," Melinda said as she put on a bra. "Richie gave me some of his dose of the potion. Now I can kick Aunt Jo's butt out of my head for a little while now and then."

"Good for you, sis," Heather said with a smile.

Melinda sighed as she fiddled with the straps. "Still too tight," she muttered. She looked up and rushed to her sister's side. "Can you tell me now?"

"Tell you what?"

"What you're going to do tomorrow. You said wait until Monday when I told you I was going to give myself to Jason."

Heather nodded. "Yes, I'll take care of everything tomorrow after school."

Melinda's eyes widened. "You're going to stop Aunt Jo from taking me?"

"Yes, of course I am. You think I would let you go to that woman?"

"But how are you going to do it?"

Heather brushed a few stray strands of hair from Melinda's eyes. She thought her sister was going to look wonderful in a harem girl outfit. Her pussy already tingled at the idea. "Just trust me on this, Melinda."

Melinda sighed. "I'm trying. It's just hard to see any hope, especially with you gone every other week."

"That's going to change, too."

Melinda's eyes widened. "You're going to get away from Ms. Bendon, too?!"

"Not exactly."

"Well, shit, then what do you--?"

"Melinda? Stop," Heather said in a firm voice. "I've got this taken care of. Stop worrying about it. I just have to keep some details of this secret for now."

Melinda nodded slowly. "All right. Is there anything you want me to do?"

Heather smiled. "Just keep being yourself. You'll see what I mean tomorrow."

Diane fell to the side of her bed, bouncing once before settling, her eyes staring straight ahead. "Oh no," she said in a forlorn voice into the phone.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to call you, Diane," lamented Cassie.

Diane dropped her face into her free hand. "If this couldn't get any worse!" She looked up and slapped her hand against her thigh. "I don't understand. How can she even do that? Is she going to just take control of Melinda and--"

"If I'm interpreting what I saw correctly, Diane, it looks like Ms. Bendon gave Heather some sort of panties, something she's going to get Melinda to wear."

Diane gasped. "Oh no, not the same ones Ms. Bendon made Heather wear while she was being punished?"

"It might be. All I know is that if Melinda puts them on, only Ms. Bendon can take them off."

Diane's eyes widened. "Is ... is that even possible?" she asked in a tiny voice. "To put some sort of mind control power on an object?"

Cassie sighed. "I think we'll have to assume it is possible for the moment. Seeing how Nyssa could do something similar, she could have given that power to Ms. Bendon."

"How am I going to stop this?" Diane asked. "My bus goes in the opposite direction from hers. By the time I can get on my bike and head over there, it'll be too late!"

"Can you bike to school tomorrow instead?"

Diane sighed. "I don't know, the roads still looked in pretty bad shape. Wait, what about Mrs. Radson? I mean, I hate that we have to keep asking her for things, especially with everything she's already done for us."

"I know, I feel the same way, but this is an emergency. You could go to school on the bus like you normally do, then have Mrs. Radson pick you up and take you to Heather's house."

Diane swallowed, remembering what had happened the last time she had been there. She was not sure she wanted to trust the potion to protect her, not while keeping Jason's control at bay. She was afraid she would overtax it.

She no choice but to take the chance. If Heather spirited Melinda away before Diane could stop her, that would destroy Diane's chance of setting things right. She doubted she could rescue both Heather and Melinda at the same time.

She hated when events spun out of control. She cringed at the feeling of helplessness it gave her.

"All right, w-we'll do it that way," Diane said. "I have Mrs. Radson's number, I can call her soon as I'm off the phone with you."

"Oh, goodness, I forgot about your phone curfew!" Cassie cried. "I better go. I--"

"No, Cassie, it's okay," Diane said in a rush. The last thing she wanted to be was alone, even if the contact was only over a phone. "My mother lifted it."

"She what?"

Diane glanced at the closed door of her room. "It's not the only thing. She's been dropping hints at giving me more liberties. It's really weird, because I can tell she's afraid for my safety. I'm not sure how to interpret it."

"So you don't think she'll have a problem with you going around with Mrs. Radson tomorrow?"

"Not if I tell her it has to do with Heather," Diane said. "Cassie, I think she knows this goes deeper than I let on. Maybe she even knows I'm going to try to save Heather." She gave a weak laugh and ran a hand through her hair. "But no pressure or anything."

"I really wish you didn't have to do this alone," said Cassie in a sad voice.

"I-I know but ..." Diane trailed off. She suddenly had an idea, one both clever and frightening. "Wait, maybe I can ... No, never mind, I ..." She trailed off again. No, she had to stop being the coward. She had to do this for Heather.

"Diane, is something wrong?" Cassie asked.

"Cassie, the panties that Heather is going to try to make Melinda wear ... you said once she wears them, only Ms. Bendon can remove them?"

"Yes, that's right. Why?"

Diane could not bring herself to say the words. Cassie would likely try to talk her out of it, and Diane would go along with it, for she was already looking for someone to stop her.

"Diane," Cassie said in a wary voice. "You're not thinking of--"

"I better call Mrs. Radson," Diane said. "Even if I don't have a curfew, I don't want to abuse the privilege."

Diane heard a tiny, frustrated sigh and knew Cassie had figured out what Diane was going to do. She silently pleaded for Cassie not to debate it. Diane's resolve was simply not up to it.

"All right," Cassie said. "I have to call Ned to see if we can figure out how to time everything with me, Melinda, Richie, and Jason's father. I'll see you tomorrow, Diane. Bye."

"Bye, Cassie."

Diane slowly hung up the phone and sat in the quiet, the only sound that of her pounding heart.

She did not give herself long. The longer she waited, the more likely she was to talk herself out of this idea. She picked up the receiver and dialed Mrs. Radson's number.

"This is Diane," Diane said when Debby answered. "I'm sorry I have to ask, but I need a favor from you tomorrow."

"If this has anything to do with what all of you are planning for tomorrow, you only have to ask," Debby said.

"I need you to pick me up after school tomorrow and take me over to Heather's house before Heather and Melinda get home. I'll try to clear it with my mother tonight."

"Oh dear. Is there another complication?"

"You could say that, yes. Ms. Bendon is after Melinda."

"Oh great Goddess, that woman!" Debby snapped. "What are you going to do?"

Diane hesitated. Debby was another who might object. "It's complicated. I got a handle on it. You have to trust me on this."

"I always trust you, but are you up to whatever it is you're going to do?"

"No. But that's the answer I'd give for any of this."

"If you do need any other help, please, don't hesitate."

"I won't, Mrs. Radson. I really appreciate everything you've ... um, that you've done ... that ..."

Diane bit her lip to suppress a moan. She squirmed as pleasure steadily rose from a very warm and wet pussy.

"Is something wrong, Diane?" Debby asked.

"I-I'm ... not sure ... uhng ..."

Diane spread her legs, then clamped them together, but nothing helped; her pussy still felt as if it were being stroked. The pleasure rose without her say or control. She panted as it radiated through her body, her nipples stiff and tingling.

"What is it?" Debby said in a voice of rising alarm.

"I'm ... uhng! ... I-I'm okay ... just ... just Jason doing something to me."

"Oh, dear!"

"I'm okay," Diane said in a strained voice. "I just have to ... get off the phone now ... b-bye ..."

Diane had barely placed the receiver on the hook when she shuddered and fell to her knees as her pussy throbbed, her hips jerking in time to her orgasm. She waited until it passed, her climax long and drawn out, leaving her feeling spent and lightheaded.

No sooner had she struggled to her feet, pussy aching in post-orgasmic bliss, when she rose again. She managed to climb onto the bed before it overwhelmed her with the sensation of a skilled tongue licking her clit.

She rose and crested into another helpless orgasm, leaving her panting and gasping for breath. As the pall of induced arousal slowly lifted from her mind, she heard the phone ring. She closed her eyes and swallowed, silently begging for it to be over, when her mother's voice rang out from below. "Diane? It's for you. Your friend Jason."

Diane's heart fluttered. She didn't want to talk to him, but her enslaved self was mentally leaping to answer the phone. She retained her true self long enough to call out, "I've got it," before grabbing the receiver.

She let her mind slip into her enslaved persona. At once her body flushed hot, and she squirmed in the glow of her master's mental touch in a way her protected self would never allow. She brought the receiver to her face, pausing until she heard the click of her mother hanging up. "Yes, Master?" Diane breathed. "What can your slave do for you?"

"Will you be undisturbed for another few minutes?"

"Oh, yes, I'm quite alone up here."

"Then enjoy another orgasm, my slave."

Diane shuddered, her legs parting as she felt a phantom cock slide past her willing labia. She closed her eyes and rocked her hips, panting hard into the phone. She pawed her breasts, wishing he were there to touch them himself. She tilted her head back and uttered a soft cry as she throbbed.

"Did that feel good?" Jason asked.

"Mmm ... that was wonderful, Master," Diane purred, wrapping her free arm around herself.

"Keep being a good girl, and I'll make sure to reward you like that often."

"Thank you, Master. You're so good to me."

"In that case, I'll see you tomorrow. We have some planning to do. A proper application of your power."

"Of course, Master. I'm yours to command."

"Bye, my slave."

"Goodbye, Master."

The receiver trembled in her hand as she swapped personae while hanging up. She drew herself into a seated position and dropped her face into her hands.

As much as she wanted to cry with the burning humiliation he had inflicted upon her, she refused and held herself to a single weak sniffle. She lifted her head and took a deep breath. She had to hang on to her resolve for one more day, and then it would be over.

Whatever the outcome.

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