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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: 19 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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It was Tuesday morning in Haven.

"Haven High School, Principal Bendon's Office. May I help you?"

"This is Janet Woodrow. Diane's mother."

"Yes, Mrs. Woodrow, I'm Marcie Fuller, her receptionist. What may I do
for you?"

"I would like to speak with Principal Bendon, please."

"May I ask what this is in reference to, Mrs. Woodrow?"

"I need to ask her some questions about this medical program of hers at
the school. I have some issues with it that I need to discuss with
her."

A pause. "Um, that's not a subject Miss Bendon wishes to discuss over
the phone, Mrs. Woodrow. I'm sorry about that."

Janet looked perplexed. "Not discuss it on the phone? I don't
understand. Why?"

"I simply have my instructions, Mrs. Woodrow. I can't tell you anything
beyond that."

Janet frowned. "So she is not willing to discuss the matter at all?"

"Oh, no, Mrs. Woodrow. She just won't discuss it over the phone. Do you
wish to make an appointment to see her in person?"

Janet had not wanted to be bothered with a trip all the way across
town. "I suppose I don't have a choice now, do I?" she asked with a
slightly sarcastic tone of voice.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, Mrs. Woodrow." There was a pause
and the sound of typing in the background. "I have an opening later
this morning. In one hour."

"All right, put me down for that," Janet said with a sigh.

"Is there anything else I can help you with, Mrs. Woodrow?"

"No, that's quite enough, thanks."

"Thank you, Mrs. Woodrow. Have a great day!"



"It was the Sovert girls, Mistress," Laura said. "Heather and Melinda.
They were there when Cassie was taken from you. So was Jason Conner,
Richie's friend."

Nyssa's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Heather Sovert," she said in
a low voice. "Oh, yes. I know Heather. I know her very well."

"You do, Mistress?"

Nyssa stepped up to her slave and gazed into her eyes. "You see, my
dear, when I arrived, there were a few students that stood out from the
rest."

She lifted her hand and brushed her fingers against Laura's breast.
Laura shuddered, a small, excited sigh escaping her lips as her nipple
hardened and poked against the fabric of her blouse.

"Cassie was one. She's the Dreamer. Others stand out because their own
fantasies are so strong that they are bubbling to the surface already.
My mere presence is enough to bring them out."

She flicked a finger at one of the hardened nubs. Laura moaned and grew
wet for her Mistress.

"Heather is one of those. She has a fantasy. One she is as desperate to
experience as she is to keep it hidden. It makes perfect sense now."

Nyssa squeezed the nipple through the blouse.

"But what ... uhhhnn! ... d-does that have ... to d-do with it,
Mistress?" Laura panted.

"Sometimes, one's fantasies are so strong because they have some other
hidden power," Nyssa explained. "And with Heather, it is that she is
another Sensitive. She can see the Darkness."

Nyssa lifted her hand from Laura's breast. She looked again into her
slave's eyes and smiled at the lust she saw in them. She felt a wave of
pleasure wash over her at the sound of her slave's needful pant. She
felt satisfaction at her slave's trembling body.

"Will ... w-will you stop her, Mistress?" Laura breathed.

Nyssa reached down and played her fingers about the waist of Laura's
slacks. "Oh, most certainly," she cooed. "I will take her, and make her
fantasy come true. And if what I sense from her is correct ... I may
take care of two problems at once ..."

Nyssa slid her hand under Laura's slacks and panties. Laura shuddered
again and moaned deeply as Nyssa's fingers slid over her wet flesh.

Nyssa giggled. "So consumed by lust that you can't speak, slave? Mmm, I
like that. You'll have Marcie like that before long, won't you? But
I'll ask the question you can't. Sensitivity can be hereditary. Melinda
may have it as well. And I sense in Heather feelings for her sister. If
this is indeed her fantasy, well ..."

Laura's feet slid apart as her Mistress gently stroked her swollen
clit. Her breathing grew more ragged as she rose.

"Not much either can do if they spend their time helplessly fucking
each other, now can they?"

Nyssa's fingers slid wetly over aroused flesh. Laura cried out as she
came, her hips bucking as her pussy throbbed under Nyssa's touch.

"A reward for my slave," Nyssa purred. She lifted her hand from under
Laura's panties and held it before her slave's face, fingers dripping
with Laura's musky arousal. "Show your thanks, slave."

Laura moaned and took Nyssa's hand. She closed her eyes and slowly
licked her Mistress' fingers clean.

Nyssa withdrew her hand. "Very good. Now ... do you have anything else
for me?"

"One of the parents is complaining about the program, Mistress," Laura
explained, still a little breathless. "Janet Woodrow."

"You know what to do. You have that power. Render her incapable of even
thinking of going against me."

"Yes, Mistress. Will you be taking Heather, then, today?"

"No. I spent two days seeding. Today and tomorrow, I harvest. Heather
will wait until Friday. That will be the best time to do it."

"Of course, Mistress."

Nyssa had sensed something from Haven. It wanted Nyssa to wait until
Friday as well. That told her that it was already a step ahead of her.
It had likely done something to make it easier for Heather to stalk her
prey. It was smoothing the path for her.

"Now ... go back to your job. See what little Marcie is up to."

Laura allowed herself a small, pleased smile before she left Nyssa's
presence.



Frank used to hate getting up early for school. Now he rose much
earlier. He needed to be up before his stepmother needed to leave for
work and his stepsister needed to leave for school. He had to perform
the last bit of programming to them.

He smiled to himself. He liked using the term "programming" when
referring to this. He discovered with a bit of experimentation that
they would do anything for him for the privilege of being allowed to
cum.

Frank looked over his charges with a grin. Mindy and Jenny were
kneeling before him, already dressed for their respective real-world
roles. This bit of conditioning he had instilled the night before. They
would kneel in his presence anytime his father was not around and he
did not have a specific order for them.

"All right," he began. "To review: Mindy, what are you going to be
thinking if you happen to look at another guy?"

"That pussy-slut doesn't need him, sir," Mindy bubbled. "Pussy-slut has
you."

"And if you keep looking at him?"

"Pussy-slut will get all wet and stay that way until you let her cum
later."

"And if you look at an attractive girl?"

Mindy gave him a sultry smile. "Pussy-slut will wonder what she tastes
like."

"And when you get home?"

"Pussy-slut will lick tit-slut's pussy instead."

Frank grinned. He turned to Jenny. "Now ... what are you going to be
thinking about at work?"

"How tit-slut can please you with her tits, sir," Jenny said softly.

"And what about your tits?"

"Tit-slut's nipples will tingle with pleasure all day," Jenny moaned.

"And will you touch them?"

"They are not for tit-slut to touch, sir."

"And if you see someone else looking at them?"

"Tit-slut will get excited, and imagine her tits being sucked!"

"And when you get home?"

"Tit-slut will let pussy-slut suck her tits."

Frank smiled. "Very good." He gestured with his hand. They rose to
their feet. "Now go do what you normally do for a day. You won't
mention anything about being my personal sluts."

"Pussy-slut obeys," said Mindy.

"Tit-slut obeys," said Jenny.

Frank chuckled, quite pleased.



James met Debby and Karen as they were coming out of their house. Each
had a small smile on her lips and a calm, serene look on her face, and
a slightly distant look to her eyes.

"Now, Debby," James said. "When you get to school today, you will make
sure to mention that you're my girlfriend again. If they ask you why,
you tell them that you realized how wrong you were in dumping me, that
I was the greatest thing to ever happen to you."

"Yes, Master," Debby said softly.

"And you'll experience pleasure when you do this."

Debby uttered a soft, lusty sigh. "Uhhn ... yes, Master ..."

"Now, Karen," James said. "You will mention that you're very happy your
sister is back together with me. If they ask you why, you tell them
because he's so perfect for her, and that you wish you had him for
yourself."

"Yes, Master," said Karen.

"And you also will experience pleasure when you do this."

"Mmm, yes, Master ..." Karen said dreamily

"Both of you will go about your day normally. You'll do all the things
you normally do. But you will always be thinking of me and how
wonderful it is to please me in all things."

"Yes, Master," they said as one.

"And, of course, starting today, you'll come over to my house after
school and we'll do our ... homework ... together."



Yvonne gave Jord a slow and sensual kiss. One of her hands slipped
downward.

"Jord, what will you do for me?" Yvonne whispered. Her fingers played
lightly over his crotch.

"Anything for you, Yvonne," Jord said softly.

She pressed her fingers into him. "Do you need anyone else but me?"

Jord took a deep breath and let it go as an excited sigh as he grew
hard. "No one. No one else."

"And your girlfriend, Jord?" Yvonne kissed him again, her tongue
playing over his lips, teasing his mouth. Her fingers slid up and down
the bulge in his jeans. "What about her?"

"I don't need her," Jord breathed, his heart thumping. He wrapped his
arms around her waist. "I need only you."

"Yes, Jord ... you need only me ... only me ..."

"Only you ..."



And so on.

Kathy went to school with Irene. Irene shared every smile and every
laugh with her new best friend. Each time she did, pleasure washed over
her and made her sex tingle. All the while in the back her head was the
longing for the feel of that wonderful dildo plunged into her cunt, of
Kathy fucking her until she screamed in ecstasy.

Gary took the empty-headed Sally in tow. Instead of spending her time
on the bus immersed in a technical journal, she spent it fixing her
hair, flashing her legs at the others in the bus, or giggling at every
little joke Gary made.

And there would be more.



The Harbingers met on the gravel parking lot at the school.

"Okay, so what are we supposed to do?" Richie asked.

"We need to wait for Cassie," Jason said.

Richie stared at him. "Huh? What for?"

"Because she's going to be helping us," Melinda piped. "So don't be
mean to her, Richie, or you'll never hear the end of it from me!"

Richie gave her a sour look. "I already hear you whine about it all the
time. Why should this be any different?" When Melinda looked about to
protest, he raised his arms. "Yeah, yeah, okay, okay! Don't get yer
panties in a twist, okay? I just won't say anything to her. Not like I
got anything to say to her, anyway."

"You'll have to talk to her eventually," Heather said.

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that."

"Shush, both of you," Melinda hissed. "Here she comes ..."

The limo had stopped just off to the side of where the buses were lined
up. They watched in silence as Cassie got out, back to the more
conservative clothes she had been wearing before she had been affected
by Nyssa.

Cassie walked over to the four of them. She paused a moment as she
caught Richie's eyes. The two of them stared at each other for a
moment, Cassie's eyes shimmering. She swallowed and averted her gaze
from him without a word. "Um, hi," she said awkwardly, her eyes darting
from one to the other, though scrupulously avoiding Richie.

Melinda broke the ice. She smiled at Cassie and stepped up to her.
"Cassie, you're one of us now, okay?" Melinda threw an arm around
Cassie's shoulders and drew her closer to the rest of them. "Stop being
a stranger."

Cassie sighed and managed a weak smile. "I'll try," she said in a low
voice. "So, um ... what are we going to be doing?"

"Just looking for more people with the aura. Right, Jason?"

"Yeah, we need to know who else Nyssa is taking," said Jason.

Cassie shivered a little at the sound of the nurse's name. "I had a
dream about her last night," she said in a small voice.

Richie rolled his eyes dramatically and shook his head, looking away.
Cassie saw it and bit her lip nervously.

"What did you dream, Cassie?" Melinda asked.

Cassie paused, then just shook her head. "It's not important. Never
mind."

Before Melinda could say anything further, Jason cut in. "Last night I
finally managed to get into the school computers," he said in a low
voice. "I don't think they even know I was there. I got the information
we needed. I have it printed out my backpack."

"That's where you come in, Cassie," Melinda piped. "When we find out
who's being taken and where they live, you can have your driver get us
to where they live and we'll try to figure out who they're going
after."

Cassie nodded at this. "I think I can get Harry ... my driver ... to
take me where I want to go. I don't know about passengers. I've never
asked."

"We'll just have to worry about that when we get to that point," Jason
said. "Since it's the only option anyway."

"So we try to find out who they're going after on the first day,
right?" Heather asked. "And then on the second we try to stop them?"

"That's the plan. Whether it will work or not I have no idea."

"But I ... I tried to ... um, you know ... right here in school,"
Cassie said sheepishly.

"Yeah, you did," Richie said darkly.

"/Richie!/" Melinda hissed.

"Look, we'll just have to play it by ear, everyone," Jason said,
sounding slightly exasperated. "Yeah, we're probably going to screw up
and miss someone. We just have to try the best we can."

"Listen, what the hell are we doin' this for anyway?" Richie suddenly
exclaimed.

"Oh, maybe to stop people from being enslaved, like you almost were,
huh?" Melinda retorted sarcastically. She immediately gasped and looked
at Cassie guiltily. "Oh, I'm sorry, Cassie! I didn't mean ..."

"No, it's all right, Melinda," Cassie said, her voice a little shaky.
She took a deep breath and looked Richie in the eye. "It's like you
said, Melinda. /It wasn't my fault./"

The others turned their gaze to Richie. Richie sighed and just looked
away. "Sorry," he muttered.

"But Melinda's right," Cassie continued in a more confident voice. "I
don't want anyone else going through what either Richie or I did. I
mean that."

"Still, though ..." Richie said in a less confrontational voice.
"What's the end game, man? What's this gonna do to Nyssa? This gonna
stop her?"

"Probably not," Jason said. "But maybe it will mess her up."

"How'd you figure that?"

"I admit, I'm guessing. But if all she wanted were a few slaves, or
just to stir up trouble, there really are simpler ways she could have
gone about doing it. If she keeps doing it this way, there's a reason.
She's building up to something. So if we mess her up, it will slow her
down."

"Yeah, sure. Then she comes after what's causin' the problem. Us."

This was met with silence.

"You got a better plan?" Jason asked.

More silence. Richie shook his head.

"Then let's do this. Let's try to meet in front of the auditorium again
by my lunchtime."



"Oh, Miss Bendon! There you are!"

As she entered the room, Laura turned her head towards Marcie. "Yes,
Marcie, I was rather busy this morning."

"Your appointment is here, Miss Bendon."

"Janet Woodrow?"

"Yes, Miss Bendon. She's sitting in your office now."

Laura glanced towards the closed door and nodded. She took a few steps,
paused, and turned back towards her receptionist. "Marcie?"

"Yes, Miss Bendon?"

"Stand up and come out from behind the desk for a moment, please."

Marcie blinked and hesitated a moment, but slowly complied. She rose
from her seat and came around the corner of the desk. Her heels clicked
sharply on the floor, her skirt swishing a bit around her thighs. She
raised her gaze sheepishly to Laura's and smiled weakly.

"You look very nice, Marcie," Laura said with a gentle smile.

"I-I do?"

"Yes. Have you gotten used to wearing the heels?"

"Almost, Miss Bendon. Sometimes I stumble a bit."

"Well, we can fix that," Laura said. "I'll just work you enough today
that you have to get up and fetch stuff a lot for me. Plus it will let
you show off your legs a bit."

Marcie's eyes widened. "Oh, but, I shouldn't ..."

Laura stepped up to her. "Why not? Your legs are very attractive."

Marcie blushed. Her eyes flicked over to Laura's and found it difficult
to pull away. "Oh, Miss B-Bendon, you're embarrassing me ..." She
managed to avert her eyes, cheeks scarlet.

Laura lifted her hand and placed a few fingertips under Marcie's chin.
She gently coaxed Marcie's gaze back to her own.

"No need to be, Marcie, no need to be embarrassed at all."

Marcie paused a moment, staring into Laura's eyes. She felt a tiny
shudder pass through her. "I don't?" she said softly.

"Certainly not with me."

"Not with ... um ... o-of course, Miss Bendon."

"So as long as I like it, that's all that really matters."

Marcie swallowed and said nothing. Her unblinking eyes were wide, her
gaze level with Laura's eyes.

"And I'm the one you really want to please, isn't it?"

Marcie nodded slowly. "Yes, Miss Bendon," she sighed.

Laura smiled and turned away from her receptionist. Marcie blinked a
few times and drew in a slow, deep breath, her body shivering for a
moment. She placed a hand to her face as it and her body momentarily
flushed hot.

She stared another moment at Laura's retreating back, feeling a brief
moment of confusion. She was not sure what had just happened. She
remembered telling Laura about her appointment, being complimented on
her attire, and ...

... then Laura walking away from her.

Marcie swallowed and took another deep breath. She quickly returned to
her seat. She realized it didn't matter what had happened. All she knew
was that her boss was happy with her. That's all she ever really wanted
anyway.

And she finally realized that she really did have attractive legs, and
she didn't mind showing them off.

She smiled to herself and resumed her duties.



James was puzzled to be called down to the nurse's office again. Yet he
met the opportunity to see Nyssa again with anticipation as he left his
classroom. He was not quite sure why, but he really liked her. It just
made more and more sense to him that he would need to see her again as
he drew closer to the nurse's station.

He even felt as if he owed her something, as if she had done something
really nice for him, and now was the time to return the favor.

James grew more eager to see Nyssa the further he went. As he turned
down the corridor into the west wing of the school, he quickened his
pace a bit. A smile came to his face as the door to the nurse's station
came into view at the end of the hall.

Without hesitation, he opened the door and stepped inside.

"You're right on time again, James."

James drew his breath in slowly as Nyssa walked over to him. His heart
thumped at the sound of her heels clicking against the floor, and his
nether regions tingled and grew warm from the swing of her hips and the
slight jiggle of her breasts.

"Thank you, Mistress," James said in a husky voice. It just seemed
right to him to call her that.

Nyssa lifted James' chin with a single finger, and made his gaze meet
hers. He let his breath go as a lustful sigh as his cock hardened.

"Come into the examination room, James," she purred. "I'm sure you're
just dying to tell me what you did over the holiday weekend ..."



"Now, Mrs. Woodrow," Laura whispered huskily into Janet's ear. "Are we
quite clear on this matter?"

"Y-yes ... yes, quite c-clear ..." Janet panted.

"Are you quite sure?" The hand that was cupping Janet's breast slid
over the fleshy globe and rubbed the hardened nipple.

"/Uhhhnn!/" Janet's legs spread wider across Laura's lap. Her naked
body shuddered with exquisite, mounting pleasure. "Oh God ... y-yes ...
s-sure ..."

"There can be no doubt in your mind." Laura's other hand slid downward
and lightly caressed the inside of one of Janet's thighs.

Janet mewled and squirmed against Laura, her thighs quivering, her
pussy glistening. "N-no ... no doubt ... n-none ..."

"Make sure of that." Laura's fingers drew towards Janet's pussy. Janet
panted harder in anticipation of the touch, but it was withheld at the
last moment.

"I-I'm ... oh God ... I'm s-sure ..."

Laura pinched Janet's nipple. "And the medical program?"

"Ohhh! ... oh God ... uhhn ... it's ... i-it's wonderful ... ohhh ..."

Janet's head tipped back as her body writhed in pleasure so intense
that it made it difficult to think, or at least to think anything other
than what Laura wished her to think.

"And your daughter, Mrs. Woodrow?"

"Uhhnn ... D-Diane ... p-please ... make sure ... make s-sure the nurse
... th-the nurse examines her ... ohhh, yes ... oh God that feels so
good ..."

"That's it, Mrs. Woodrow," Laura cooed in her ear. "That's a good
thought. Good thoughts are rewarded."

"Yes ... please ... reward me ... please ..."

Behind her, Laura smiled, and let her fingers sink into Janet's pussy.

Janet moaned, her body consumed with pleasure at an intensity that she
had never felt in her life. It made it impossible to think of anything
else, save for those thoughts that allowed her this reward. The more
Laura's words replayed in her mind, the higher she rose, and the more
her body longed for final release.

"That's it ... " Laura said softly. "Keep thinking those good thoughts
... keep thinking what I want you to think ..."

Janet's back arched and she uttered a high pitched whimper as she
strained at the edge seconds before going over. Her whimpers became
little cries as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her body and
flooded her mind. Her orgasm washed away all other thoughts for the
moment save those of Laura's.

Laura withdrew her hands from Janet's pussy and breast. As Janet panted
softly as her climax faded, Laura coaxed her into standing up. Slowly,
Janet's eyes opened. She smiled dreamily for a few moments, uttering a
long, sensual "mmmm" sound. Finally she blinked rapidly a few times and
blushed.

"I'm glad you came down here, Mrs. Woodrow," Laura said pleasantly as
she returned to the chair behind her desk. "It is always good to clear
up misunderstandings among the parents.

Janet sheepishly put her clothes on. Only slowly was she catching up to
reality. Only now was she realizing that something had happened, but
not precisely what. Even the fact that she had been naked just a few
moments ago did not register as a serious shock to her. The fact
resulted in only a few moments of mild surprise, and even that was
passing now.

"I trust there is no longer any point of contention?"

Janet shook her head as she rebuttoned her blouse. "No, Miss Bendon,"
she said.

"And you're fine now with the medical program?"

"I love the medical program. It's very good. I hope my daughter gets
examined soon."

Janet let out a small sigh. Even after her orgasm, hearing her own
words sent a renewed tingling through her pussy and nipples. Again, she
felt only mild surprise at this reaction. A few seconds later, she was
simply enjoying it without worrying from where it had come.

"Very good, Mrs. Woodrow," said Laura. "That is exactly what I like to
hear. And I'm sure now you like to hear it as well."

Janet slowly smiled. "Yes, Miss Bendon. I'm rather excited about it."

"Oh, so are we, Mrs. Woodrow ... so are we ..."



Kathy, too, was mystified as to why she was being called back to the
nurse. But as with James before her, she felt an eagerness to see Nyssa
that only increased as she grew closer to the nurse's station.

Then again, little could have happened to damper her mood. She was
positively elated. And for some odd reason, she felt like the nurse had
had something to do with that. It was only fitting that she should be
called down to show her appreciation properly.

Nyssa was waiting for her when she opened the door. She smiled at
Nyssa's approach, and then sighed sweetly at Nyssa's gentle touch on
one shoulder and lightly down her arm.

"Someone's found a new friend, hasn't she?" Nyssa said with a sly
smile.



The five gathered outside the auditorium at their appointed time.

"All right," said Jason, scratching his head. "Now /I'm/ the one that
doesn't get it."

"It was definitely James Nells," Heather said. "I'm sure of it. He was
walking away from Nyssa's office when we changed classes."

"And he still had the aura?"

"Just as much as ever."

Jason thought for a few moments, then sighed and shook his head.
"Melinda, are you sure ...?"

"Yes, it was Kathy," Melinda piped. "I had already seen her with the
aura the other day so I remembered her."

"Jason, weren't they ... t-taken on the first day?" Cassie said with a
quaver to her voice. "Like I was? Is she going to call me back?"

"God, I hope not," Richie commented.

The others shot him a look.

Richie rolled his eyes. "I don't want it to happen to Cassie again,
either, okay? But I don't want her after me again."

"Stop talking about her like she's not here!" Melinda snapped.

"Look, just ... just don't argue over me, okay?" Cassie said, her voice
cracking. Her eyes glistened. "I don't want to cause any trouble.
Richie, even if she did call me back to her, your friends are not about
to let me do anything to you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Richie mumbled. "It's okay. Forget it."

Cassie managed a small smile. It was the first sign that Richie was not
going to hate her for this for the rest of his life. While she had no
illusions of ever having him as a friend after this, she at least did
not want him as an enemy.

"So what's the deal then, huh? What's the bitch up to?"

"I really wish I knew," said Jason. "But if she continues this pattern,
then tomorrow she'll call back Frank, Gary, and Yvonne."

"And after that?" Melinda asked.

"Again, I don't know for sure what she will do. But if she does decide
to go after some new ones, then that would suggest she wants something
from them."

Richie snorted. "Isn't that obvious what she wants? She wants to fuck
with our minds."

"No, that's not what I mean," said Jason. "If she just wanted to
mind-control a bunch of students, why call them back?"

"Maybe to renew it?" Heather suggested. "Maybe it's something she has
to keep doing? Sort of like recharging a battery."

Jason shook his head. "No, that doesn't make sense. It doesn't jive
with what we already know about how the power works. No, it's more like
... like they went out and got something for her and now they're
bringing it back to her."

"So what are they fetching for her?" asked Melinda. "More slaves? The
ones they took in turn?"

"That doesn't make sense either. Then she could just call their slaves
directly."

"What could it be, then?"

"Um ... maybe I have some idea ..." Cassie said tentatively. "But only
if you want to hear it."

"Of course we do!" Melinda cried.

"But .. um ..." She gave a sideways glance towards Richie. "It's, uh,
about the dreams I had last night."

Predictably, Richie rolled his eyes. Cassie cringed.

"Then we definitely want to hear them," Melinda declared. "Come on,
Cassie, out with it. What did you dream about?"

"And hurry, because some of us have to go to class," Heather said
urgently.

"Okay, well ... my dreams aren't always clear when I first have them
..."

"When you /first/ have them?" Richie said suddenly.

Cassie flinched. "Well, yes ... I have the same dreams repeatedly every
night, and they get more and more clear. Doesn't everyone dream like
that?"

"Go on, Cassie," Melinda said before Richie could say anything in
reply.

"Anyway ... I saw Nyssa in them. She was standing over someone. I think
it was a student, but I couldn't see who. She was holding something in
her hands, something silver. Something that glowed." She paused and
shook her head. "That's all I got."

"So what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Richie demanded.

"I don't know yet. I have to have the same dream over and over before
it makes sense. But maybe it has something to do with what Jason was
talking about."

Jason had a hard time wrapping his brain around this. He never believed
that dreams could foretell the future or give one the power of
clairvoyance. But then again, before the House, he never believed
mind-control was possible either. Still, it was difficult to give up
these long-held beliefs.

"Maybe," he finally said, temporizing a bit. "It may say that yes, she
is after something, but it doesn't tell us what. Where Cassie's dream
is largely symbolic ..."

"No, no," Cassie said, shaking her head quickly. "My dreams aren't
symbolic, Jason. I used to think that, but not after what Melinda told
me about the House. I dreamed all of that as it was happening to you. I
went over my dream journal after I talked to Melinda. I found other
dreams that really happened. I dream what's real. I know it sounds
incredible, but ..."

Richie coughed. Melinda glared at him.

Jason admitted to being very dubious about this. "Okay, but it's still
not clear enough for us to know for sure what's happening."

"So what do we do?" Melinda asked.

"I know what I'm doing, I'm going to my next class," Heather said. "You
should, too. Now."

"All right, all right, Miss Bossy! Fine!" she turned to Jason briefly.
"Jason, we'll keep looking, okay? Just in case she decides to take
someone else."

"If she tries to call me, I'm not going," Cassie declared. "I'll call
my driver and have him take me home. I won't let her do anything to me
again."

Richie looked over to her and gave her a look of grudging gratitude.
Despite the low-key nature of the gesture, it meant the world to
Cassie, and she beamed at him.

"All right, we'll meet up after school," Jason called out to Heather
and Melinda as they left. He turned and looked at Richie and Cassie.
"Lunchtime."

"Yeah, lunchtime," Richie mumbled.

Cassie glanced at the two of them. "Uh ... I guess I'll see you, um,
after school then ..." She started to turn away.

"Why?" Jason said.

Cassie stopped. "Huh?"

"Why after school? This is your lunch period, too, right?"

"Well ... yes, but ..."

"So have lunch with us."

Richie whipped his head around and glared at Jason. Jason looked
impassively back. Richie paused, and then sighed. "Sure," he said in a
low voice. "Sure, Cassie."

Very slowly, Cassie smiled. "Thank you," she said softly.



"Nothing?" Jason asked in the parking lot after school. "No one saw
anyone new with the aura?"

Heather, Melinda, and Cassie shook their heads.

"And I talked to Richie before he had to go to detention," said Jason.
"He didn't see anything either. It doesn't look like anything has been
happening with the school nurse this afternoon."

"And I never got called back to her," Cassie said, the relief evident
in her voice.

"I did get a chance to see Sally Franner again," Heather said in a
hollow voice. "Oh my God. She's like a totally different person. It was
like she was ... I don't know, bimbofied. I know that sounds like a
stupid term, but ..."

"And I saw Debby Vance," Melinda piped. "She looks like she's
spaced-out. The only thing she'll talk about is James Nells and how
/wonderful/ he is. Ugh."

"I know about James Nells," Cassie said. "He's not wonderful at all. He
was mean to me last semester when I wouldn't ... uh ..."

"When she wouldn't open her legs for him," Melinda said with a sneer.
"He's a total perv, Jason."

"What about the others?" Jason asked. "Heather, didn't you say some
girl named Irene was affected?"

"Irene Barlowe. She looked okay. But she was real chummy with Kathy.
That's not normal. Irene hates Kathy. Or did, anyway."

"There was another girl, Yvonne ..."

The others exchanged looks and shook their heads. "None of us really
know her all that much," Cassie said.

"She is a bit of a wallflower," Heather commented.

"So naturally Miss Popular here wouldn't know her," Melinda quipped.

"Shut up, runt," said Heather with sudden vehemence. "You know how I
feel about that now."

Melinda's eyes widened and her cheeks pinked. "Sorry," she said
sheepishly, the apologetic look in her eyes genuine.

Heather sighed. "It's all right, never mind."

That was another reason why Heather hated Mara. When they each had been
given the chance to take the power for themselves in turn, Mara had
revealed to the others Heather's own private pain. When she had been
Melinda's age, she had been the wallflower. It was only when she
realized she could use her looks to make people notice her that she
shed that image. Yet what was painful was both what she had to endure
as the wallflower and how she had abused her position of popularity
once she got it.

"So we don't know who she went after," Heather said. "Or Frank for that
matter."

Jason sighed. "I have a bad feeling that I already know who he went
after."

"So what do we do now?" Cassie asked. "I really still want to help you
guys."

"Well, you still can, if she starts trying to take people again. I
don't think she's done by a long shot. Not if this was supposed to be
for every student in the school."

Melinda shivered. "That means she's going to take the rest of us
eventually, right?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"What do we do? How can we stop that?"

"I don't know," said Jason. "Luck, I guess."

Melinda gave him a horrified look.

"What do you me to tell you, Melinda?" Jason said in exasperation.
"There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason for the order she's
selecting students. She's jumping around years, she's not even going in
alphabetical order."

"But we can't just sit around waiting for her to ..."

"Melinda, back off," Heather said. "He doesn't have any control of
this."

Melinda sighed in frustration.

"Look at it this way," Jason said. "Her selections may as well be
random chance. If that's the case, the odds are low that any of us will
be picked in the next few weeks."

"And you guys look like you're a pretty tight group," Cassie said.
"You'd know the moment one of you was taken. You couldn't miss the
aura."

"Yes, that's a good point, Cassie. It would be very hard to miss that.
We'd know right away and the others could put a stop to it. I think
we're safe for the moment."

"Hey, wait," Melinda said. "If Cassie is in on this with us, shouldn't
we make her a Harbinger, too?"

Cassie looked confused. "A what?"

"Harbinger," Jason said. "It's something that ..."

"Oh, I know what the word means. I just don't get what that has to do
with us."

"We came up with a name for the four of us. The Harbingers. I know is
sounds a little silly, but ..."

"Oh, no, I love it!" Cassie said brightly. "I've ... I've never been
part of a club or a group."

"Well, you are now," Melinda said. "So that makes five of us."

"Richie is one, too?" Cassie asked, her smile fading.

"Look, don't worry about Richie," Jason said. "He'll be okay with all
this eventually."

"I just don't want him to hate me ..."

"He doesn't. He just doesn't like not being in control."

"Yeah, we figured that out at the House," Melinda snorted in derision.
"Jason, we should keep doing this if we save more people and they can
see auras, too. We should make them part of the group."

"Yes, that makes sense," Cassie said. "So we can all look out for each
other, in case she tries to take them again or they're victims of
others that are taken."

"Then we better sure as hell save /someone/," said Heather. "We're
going to need all the help we can get."

There was something about her voice that made Jason look at her oddly.
"Are you getting another of those feelings again?"

Heather paused then slowly nodded.

"Feelings?" Cassie asked with interest.

"She sensed that something was wrong with Richie the day we stopped
you," Jason explained. "I have to admit, I was doubtful at the time
about it, but ..."

Cassie gasped and looked at Heather in awe. "You're ... y-you're a
Precog!"

Heather blinked in surprise. "Huh? A what?"

"A Precognator. Someone who can see the future."

"What?? I am not, Cassie. If I could do that, I'd be having my parents
buy lottery tickets or something."

"No, a Precog's talents don't work that way, Heather. They're very
specific. Yours is specific to things that have to do with the
Darkness."

Heather visibly shivered. "I'm not sure I like that."

"How did she get it?" Melinda asked. "She never had these feelings
before ... uh ..."

"The House?" Heather sighed. "Great. She never told us about that. She
never said we'd be getting some sort of extra abilities."

Jason looked thoughtful for a moment. "Guys, answer me this question:
when you see an aura, does it ever take on a shape?"

"Well ... sometimes it looks like clothing," Melinda answered
tentatively. "Sometimes it looks like a cloud."

"No, I mean does it ever look like it's going to take on solid shape?
Or do you see patterns in it?"

The others shook their heads.

Jason nodded. "Well, I do. Yeah, I think you're right, Heather. I think
we did get something extra."

"I didn't," said Melinda.

"Neither did I," said Cassie.

"Melinda, your ability is the most sensitive of all of us," said Jason.
"And you saw something on Richie after the first time Cassie advanced
on him. No one else could see that. And Cassie, you already have the
other ability with your dreams."

"This is crazy," Heather said. "It's like Mara planned it this way."

"Would Nyssa know?" Melinda piped. "Would she have any idea about
this?"

The silence that followed was interrupted by the sound of the school
bus horn.

"We better go," Melinda said. "Cassie, I'll call you tonight, okay?"

Cassie nodded and smiled. "Thank you. All of you." She turned and
jogged towards her waiting limo.

Melinda waved to her before turning to the others. "You know, Cassie is
really a nice person when you get to know her."

"She doesn't even just talk about her dreams all the time," Heather
said.

"Yeah, because someone decided to reach out to her and get to know her.
Lot more than anyone else did."

"I think you did great on that score, runt."

Melinda paused. She looked at her sister in surprise. When she found
Heather smiling at her, she slowly did the same. "Thanks, bubblehead,"
she said softly.

The three of them turned and headed onto the bus.



Nyssa wriggled her backside onto the edge of the desk, smiling at her
slave. She slid her uniform up off her hips and bunched it around her
waist. She spread her legs, revealing her wet mound.

She looked at Laura. "You have a question, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," Laura replied. She licked her lips as she looked at
Nyssa's pussy. "Did the harvest go well?"

Nyssa lifted a hand and gestured to her slave.

Laura stepped forward and dutifully dropped to her knees. Her eyes
lowered to her Mistress' wet pussy. Her lips parted and she panted
lightly in anticipation.

"As well as can be expected," Nyssa said. One of her hands alighted on
the back of Laura's head. "Oh, don't get me wrong. The Essence I took
from the two of them was pure and strong. But it should have been
three. And where the loss is the Dreamer, I feel it doubly so."

Laura's breathing grew heavier as she smelled the aroma of Nyssa's
arousal. Her own pussy ached as well, wanting release in equal measure
of her desire to give it. "Will this disturb your plans, Mistress?"
Laura asked in a husky voice.

"So long as I do not lose many more. The seeds of chaos, my dear little
slave, cannot be sewn quickly or haphazardly. Time and care must be
taken. Now ... no more talking ..."

Nyssa pushed Laura's face to her pussy. Laura closed her eyes, her
tongue sliding out and touching Nyssa's clit. She let her breath go in
a single excited sigh, her own cunt quivering in pleasure as she licked
her Mistress' pussy.

"Mmmm ... " Nyssa murmured. "Such a good slave you are ... such a good
pet ... it is a pity I will not be keeping you."

Laura uttered a tiny whimper, though she did not falter in the least.
She could not imagine having another Mistress. She could barely
remember what it was like without one.

"But perhaps ... if you are very good to your Mistress ... I will let
you have some of my pets after I leave ..."

Laura shuddered and moaned into Nyssa's sex, as her own rose in
pleasure at her Mistress' words.

"Imagine ... your pets from among the students for the days ... your
soon to be enslaved Marcie for the nights ... you would never be for
want of pleasure."

Laura was panting hard. Her movements against Nyssa became more
frantic.

Nyssa's voice became breathless as she tilted her head back. "Oh, yes
... It excites you, doesn't it? ... More and more, the dark thoughts
arouse you now, don't they?"

Laura moaned, louder this time. Her knees slid apart as her panties
grew soaked. She strained at the edge of release.

Nyssa moaned softly. "Mmmm ... yes ... I can feel it in how you lick
me, slave ... you're so close ... so close to falling completely ..."

Laura whimpered. She never stopped pleasuring her Mistress. Her body
would not stop shaking with lust. Thoughts of pleasure, day in and day
out, took over her thoughts. She felt her tenuous hold on her former
self slip from her grasp.

"And you know when that happens? That happens when your own dark
thoughts and desires are so powerful ... so consuming ... so
irresistible ... that merely thinking of them is enough to make you
..."

Laura suddenly uttered a short, shrill cry as her pussy exploded.

Nyssa's lips curled. " ... cum."

Laura gripped at Nyssa's thighs, her cunt pulsing hard, her breathing
ragged. Pleasure suffused her, flooding her mind, enveloping and
washing away the last vestiges of what was Laura Bendon, the one that
existed before the start of the school year. That person, once simply
hidden away in a corner of her mind, now faded and vanished forever
like morning mist with the dawn.

Laura moaned softly as her orgasm faded. "Thank you, Mistress," she
mewled. Tears of gratitude slid down her face. "Oh, /thank you/ ..."

"My present to you," Nyssa said softly. "Now you have nothing to go
back to. You will never be in danger of retreating. You will never be
in danger of second thoughts. And most of all ... even after I am gone
... you will never, ever be turned against me or the Darkness."

Laura looked at Nyssa with deep affection and utter devotion. Nyssa
stroked her cheek gently. Laura mewled and closed her eyes, leaning
into the touch.

"But ... you are still my slave ... and you must do your duty to me."

"Yes, Mistress. I am yours to do with as you please," Laura breathed.
She descended upon her Mistress once again.
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