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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: Melissa's Rite
Universe: Haven
Summary: The Darkness has found a new ally in Melissa, a 15 year old
girl bent on revenge on those that have wronged her. The others must
stop her before she gains more power and takes control of them all.

Part: 4 of 31
Keywords: mf, mF, MF, ff, fF, fsolo, teen, inc, oral, voy, mc, nc,
toys, humil, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2007

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From a comfortable chair near the side of her bed, Melissa watched the
antics of her two slaves with amusement, her lips curled into a wicked
smile.

Susan's naked body shivered, her skin glistening with perspiration. Her
breath came as rapid gasps and wet grunts, her face buried in the wet
pussy of the girl that lay spread under her. As she licked at the
musky, steaming cunt, it made her own arousal spike such that her pussy
ached for release as well.

Susan's knees were splayed out to either side of Ann Went. Her hips had
descended until her dripping snatch was plastered tightly against Ann's
face. Only Ann's nose was visible, her cries of need and sexual ecstasy
muffled by Susan's pussy. Her trembling hands ran along the insides of
Susan's thighs, making Susan quiver. Tangled waves of dark brown hair
lay spilled around Ann's head.

Suddenly Ann shuddered and made a keening noise, her thighs clenching.
Her hips jerked, the bed squeaking in response. Moments later, Susan's
toes curled, and she uttered several loud grunts. Her breath became a
shallow pant.

"Mmm, that was your third one, wasn't it?" Melissa purred.

Both Susan and Ann shifted about as if intending to disengage from each
other, both panting wildly. But as Susan parted from Ann, Ann whimpered
and lifted her hips. "No, more, please ... I need more ..." she whined.

Susan shivered and moaned as heat flared again in her own pussy. She
turned her head and regarded Melissa with a desperate look.

Melissa smiled, looking delighted. Her fingers grasped the chain of the
pendant, holding it aloft from her bosom. She rolled the chain between
her fingertips, twirling the pendant one way and then the other.
"That's right. You need four now."

"Please, Susan ..." Ann begged, tugging at Susan's thighs, trying to
pull Susan's pussy down to her face again. "Please, lick my twat ...
I'll do yours again ..."

Susan whimpered before dropping her body back down upon Ann again.

Melissa giggled. "That's right, my little lezzie fucksluts. Lick, lick,
lick. Make each other cum again. Oh, and I bet you both adore the taste
of pussy now, don't you?"

Melissa leaned back in her chair, her legs parting. She let out her
breath in a slow, sultry sigh. Watching them was making her horny. Not
the sexual action itself, as she was simply not into girls. It was the
power she held over them that excited her.

She smiled. She could call on any number of boys to service her.
Whether one was in her complete control or not, she could influence
anyone she wished into desiring a tryst with her.

"Mmm, I'm getting hot myself. Maybe I'll have Sam over again," Melissa
mused aloud. "He's a wonderful fuck. Did you know that Susan? Oh,
that's right, you do ... since he used to be your boyfriend."

Susan mewled her distress into Ann's pussy.

Melissa appeared momentarily distracted. She turned her head and
frowned. Without a word to Susan or Ann, she stood up and stepped over
to the door. She cracked it open enough to admit her head into the
hallway. Soft sobbing drifted to her ears.

Melissa frowned. She looked back at her charges for a moment before
ducking into the hall and closing the door behind her. She took light,
quiet steps as she crept down the hallway towards the door to the
master bedroom, which stood slightly ajar.

Melissa paused a moment beside the door, then leaned over and peeked
inside.

Upon the bed, her mother's naked form lay on her side. Her knees were
drawn up, exposing her pussy between her thighs. Her head lay against
the pillow. She trembled, tears occasionally dripping from her eyes.

Melissa drew in a deep breath and frowned, her lips pursed. She wanted
to chastise her mother and demand to know what the big deal was about
getting a nice fuck. Anyway, it was not like her mother had bothered to
care about her wants, so why should she care about her mother's
desires?

Melissa thought that it was proper for her mother to suffer. Yet as she
watched, she slipped into Kathy's mind. Within a minute, Kathy's sobs
stopped, and her body became still. She drifted off into a dreamless
sleep, her chest rising and falling steadily and peacefully.

/Just so her stupid crying doesn't annoy me,/ she thought as she turned
away.

When she returned to the bedroom, Susan and Ann had separated. Susan
had rolled onto her back. Both were panting, faces glistening with each
other's juices.

"Finally had enough?" Melissa said with an evil grin.

Ann regarded Melissa with shining eyes but said nothing. She rarely
spoke at all anymore, a complete contrast to the chatty Ann that people
used to know. That was before Melissa had altered her mind and made her
incapable of lying. Not even the smallest fib could pass her lips.

"Clean yourselves up," Melissa ordered. "Then Ann can get dressed and
go home. Susan, you get to stay so we can have a nice little chat."



"Heather, do you and Melinda want a ride to the restaurant tomorrow?"
Cassie asked.

"Huh? Oh, um, yeah, I guess. Though maybe pick me up around the corner
so my parents don't see it."

Heather's eyes kept flicking between Cassie and the sofa, where Melinda
and Jason still sat. They were whispering to each other, Melinda
giggling now and then.

Diane appeared on the other side of Heather. "Something wrong?"

Heather finally pulled her eyes away from the two of them just as Jason
grinned and slipped a hand into his pocket. "Sorry, just trying to keep
an eye on my little sister."

Diane glanced at them for a moment. "Why? Is she still giving you ...?"

The doorbell rang, causing nearly everyone to jump. Richie frowned,
while Heather, Cassie, and Diane exchanged anxious looks. Ned looked
confused.

"It can't be my parents," Heather whispered urgently. "They wouldn't
ring the doorbell."

"Mailman, maybe?" Cassie suggested hopefully, though there was a
nervous quaver to her voice.

"God, it can't be Melissa, can it?" Diane said softly, stricken. "She
couldn't know we're talking about her, can see?"

"Why the hell are we whispering?" Richie called out loudly.

"/Shhh!!/" the girls all said at once, save for Melinda.

The doorbell rang a second time.

"Well, go see who it is, Heather!" Melinda called out in exasperation.
"God, what a bubblehead!"

Heather frowned and quickly crossed over to the front door. Just as she
reached it, she heard a scrambling noise behind her and a soft giggle.
It did not quite register until she had already looked out the peephole
and saw that no one was there.

She whirled around in time to see Melinda dashing up the stairs with
Jason in tow, her hand clasped tightly around his.

"/MELINDA!/" Heather bellowed. "You get back down here now! You ...!"

The two of them disappeared from the top of the stairs. The bedroom
door slammed shut seconds later.

Heather fumed, red-faced with both fury and embarrassment at having
been duped so easily. "Oh, she is dead. She is /so/ dead!"

Richie just smirked.

"I don't get it. There's no one at the door?" Cassie asked innocently.

"No, Cassie, there's no one at the door," Heather said in a mocking
tone of voice. She caught herself when she saw Cassie's hurt look.
"Sorry. Jason has this stupid little thing he came up with that makes
our doorbell ring. Melinda made him use it to distract me so they could
...." She waved vaguely up the stairs.

Cassie looked at her in confusion.

Ned grinned wryly. "So they could make some nookie, babe."

Cassie's eyes widened. "Now?"

"I told her she couldn't!" Heather cried. "It's too risky! I thought
Jason had more sense than this!"

Richie snorted as he stood up. "Aw, c'mon, leave 'em alone. Just cuz
your sister's gettin' some and you're not ..."

"/I said that's not the reason!/"

Richie gave her an annoyed look. "Hey, chill, 'kay? Listen, I'm outta
here. Just lemme know when this shindig will be this weekend. See ya
all in the funny papers."

"Well, I'm not going to hang around here," Heather declared after
Richie departed. "I don't want to be here if the shit hits the fan.
Diane, you want to take a walk or something with me? Or go down to the
mall?"

Diane was surprised enough by the question that she hesitated in her
response. "Um, sure thing," she heard herself replying without really
thinking.

"You won't need a ride home, Diane?" Cassie asked.

Diane shook her head. "No, I don't mind the walk."

Cassie turned to Ned. "You want a lift?"

Ned looked surprised as well. "Huh? Me?"

Cassie smiled faintly. "Yes, you."

"Oh, well, I'm close enough I ... er ... I mean, yeah, sure, I'll ride
with ya." Ned gave her a lopsided smile, though mentally he kicked
himself for almost letting the opportunity pass.

"Great. Okay, I'll let everyone know when and where we'll meet this
weekend. I'll try to pick someplace a bit obscure."

"Just as long as it's not some bistro run by snooty French people," Ned
quipped.

Cassie giggled as she and Ned left.

Heather took a few deep breaths in an attempt to tame her anger and
turned to Diane. "Sorry I blew up. Melinda is just driving me nuts
lately."

"You want to talk to me about it?"

Heather considered. In the past she would often confide personal things
to Diane that she wouldn't tell anyone else, but she was not sure this
was something she could talk about. Even though all the Harbingers were
more open about sexual issues, this may be too personal for her to
divulge.

However, she felt a bond with Diane. The two of them would have to look
out for each other now. Heather had neglected their friendship during
the latter half of the summer, something she believed had led to
Diane's mother briefly running afoul of Nyssa. Heather wanted to make
up for this.

"Sure, we can talk about it," Heather said softly. "Come on, let's go,
before those two start sounding like a cheap porno flick is being
filmed up there."



Jason actually did question the wisdom of this action. Heather's yell
had made him hesitate, though it went unnoticed as Melinda kept tugging
at him, clenching his hand very tightly as if afraid he was going to
slip away from her.

Melinda let go only once they reached the bedroom, and only to close
the door behind them.

"Melinda, wait, maybe we shouldn't be doing this when ..."

Jason's words were cut off when Melinda threw her arms around him and
drew him into a deep kiss. Jason protested weakly, his hand alighting
on her shoulders in an attempt to nudge her back.

Melinda slipped a hand between them and rubbed his crotch.

Jason drew in a sharp breath, his hands trembling and sliding off her
shoulders. His protests faded, his body shivering in anticipation as
his cock hardened in his pants.

Melinda broke off the kiss, the two of them panting.

"M-Melinda, wait ..." Jason breathed.

"No, Jason," Melinda said, her voice both husky and indignant. "Please,
don't tell me to wait. Don't ever tell me to wait anymore."

Jason opened his mouth, but found the desire to resist fading. Melinda
rushed in and kissed him again, opening her mouth as well, their
tongues sliding past each other. Her hand yanked down his zipper and
plunged under his jeans, stroking his cock hard.

Jason broke off the kiss. "Uhhn! ... Oh man ..."

Melinda grinned as her fingers teased him. "If you want to cum, Jason,
you have to do what I want. You want to cum, don't you?"

Jason swallowed and nodded.

"You sure you want to?" she asked, one fingertip swirling against the
most sensitive spot.

Jason moaned and trembled. "Oh man, yeah ... "

"Only if you're really, really sure you want to cum."

"Uhhn ... yeah ..."

Melinda giggled. She loved how easy it was now to talk "dirty" like
this with Jason. She wasn't sure how it started. It simply became that
way over the past few weeks. Just like how Jason had become more
submissive to Melinda's desires.

Melinda withdrew her hand. "Okay, Jason. All you have to do is make me
cum first. And ... " She shivered and felt the heat flare in her pussy.
She lowered her voice to a whisper. " ... use your mouth. Please."



"Wow, I get to ride in a limo," Ned said with a wide grin as he and
Cassie stepped towards the curb. "Sweet."

Cassie glanced behind them. Heather and Diane had emerged from the
house. She quickly hustled Ned into the car without a word, garnering a
confused look from Ned.

"Where to, Miss Kendall?" asked Harry the moment the door closed.

"Ned's house," Cassie said. She recited the address.

"As you wish, Miss Kendall."

Ned could tell from Cassie's voice that she was upset. "Whatsamatter,
babe?"

Cassie waited until Harry had started the car and pulled away from the
Sovert house. She glanced back at the receding figures of Heather and
Diane before turning to Ned. "I wanted to talk to you alone for a
moment."

"Alone? Uh ... really?" Ned said, shifting nervously in his seat.

"Ned, I'm worried about Jason."

Ned looked disappointed at first, as if he had been hoping she would
say something else. Then when her words registered, it became a look of
surprise. "Jason? Why, what's up?"

"Didn't you notice how much he let Melinda get away with at that
meeting? Only once I prompted him did he start trying to rein her in."

"Well, Melinda's always been a spitfire, ya know?" Ned drawled. "She's
always mouthin' off about something."

"Yes, I know, Melinda's always been vocal. I hate talking bad about her
because she really is a good friend. But she's been getting out of
hand, and Jason used to have better control over her. She really likes
him, and having him disapprove of her was often enough to keep her
quiet."

Ned frowned. "Wait, ya don't think that Melissa got to him already?"

Cassie shook her head. "No, we'd see that. This is something else. It
didn't happen all at once. It's sort of been happening over the last
two weeks."

Ned smirked. "Well, ya already said she likes him, at least enough for
them to fandango in her parents' house. Maybe he's jus' smitten with
her, too."

"I'd like to believe that. Jason just struck me as someone who's more
level-headed." Cassie sighed. "Maybe I am making too much of this,
then. I know I'd hate to feel like I had to keep an eye on him, too."

Ned nodded, then noticed Cassie's choice of words. "Too?"

"Oh, um ... Jason asked me to keep tabs on Richie. To see if he was
trying to take advantage of Miss Davis. You know, that lingering
effects thing Nyssa mentioned. Now I wonder if checking on Richie was
more Melinda's idea. She can't stand Richie."

Ned nodded. "Hey, ya don't think this thing with Melinda and Jason
could be leftovers from the Naughty Nurse Nyssa?"

"I thought about it, but it doesn't make sense. Melinda never enslaved
Jason. If anything, Jason wanted to rescue her from Heather. I'd be
more concerned about Heather and Melinda, actually."

"Unless this thing with the Darkness is more complicated than we
thought," Ned said sourly. "I swear, I need a frippin' manual to tell
what's goin' on. Let me know when /Darkness for Dummies/ comes out."

Despite the serious intent of Ned's statement, Cassie giggled. Ned
offered a tiny smile in return.



Susan's breaths came in gasps and short, staccato sighs. She writhed on
the bed, her trembling hands clenching and unclenching. Her legs lay
splayed, her pussy again soaked. She lifted her hips as if to meet an
unseen lover, her thighs trembling with terrible need. Her pussy
strained, and she hoped desperately that this time Melissa would
relent.

Hope faded when her hips again fell back. She uttered a pitiful whimper
as she retreated a bit from the edge, leaving her pussy swollen and
achy. Only a little while ago she wanted nothing but to stop cumming.
Now she wanted to cum more than anything else.

Melissa sat in her chair, watching the spectacle. Despite the tiny
ghost of a smile that touched her lips, her eyes held a faraway look,
as if mentally she were anywhere but in the room. Yet her apparent lack
of attention did nothing to help Susan. She strained at the edge of
another orgasm that would not come, uttering a keening moan.

"Bet you really want to cum now, don't you, Susan?" Melissa asked
without looking down.

"Uhhn! ... y-yes ... please ... " Susan said in a breathy voice.
"P-please ... oh God ..."

"You know, it's really weird, Susan," Melissa said, still looking off
into the distance. "I can do things like this so easily. I can plant
any thought or emotion in your head ..."

A wave of euphoria came over Susan, flooding her mind with utter bliss.
Her paroxysms of unsatisfied sexual lust became a delight instead of a
torture. Her movements took on a far more sensual tone, and she moaned
deeply in unbridled pleasure. Her hands slid slowly up and down her
body in a provocative dance, as if seducing a potential lover.

"Oooo ... this feels sooo good ..." Susan burbled in a high, breathy
voice. "Oh yeah ... mmm ... uhh ... oh no ..."

The respite faded. Now the bliss retreated. She strained again, and
again fell back. Her hands clenched into fists and pounded against the
mattress in frustration.

Melissa's fingers curled around her pendant. "And still, it's not
enough." She finally looked down. She stared at Susan for a long
moment. "You know, I can make it feel like anything. A cock up your
twat."

Susan gasped. Her hips bucked. "Uhh! ... Uhhn! ..."

"Or a tongue in your snatch."

Susan's legs spread apart even further. She gasped and trembled as she
felt incessant wet strokes against her clit.

Melissa watched and sighed. She felt something vaguely unsatisfying
about this. It was true she wanted to punish Susan and Ann very badly.
They deserved it, and it was a pleasure to watch them squirm under her
control. But it hadn't given her any sense of purpose. It was as if the
more she punished them, the more empty she felt.

Melissa clutched hard at the pendant.

"P-please ... oh God ... n-no more ... uhhh!" Susan cried, her hands
gripping her knees, her body shaking.

Melissa made a face. Susan shuddered and let out a long, rattling sigh
as the stimulation vanished. Slowly, she dropped her legs and lay limp.
She still needed to cum badly, but at least she was no longer being
driven insane with need. Her head lolled to one side as she panted for
breath.

"I can make it so you never cum, Susan," Melissa said with a sudden
savagery to her voice that reflected her internal frustration. "Just
make you get close like this, maybe several times a day."

Susan whimpered and closed her eyes, swallowing hard. She tried
desperately not to beg any more, or to cry. She wanted to preserve what
little dignity she still had. She knew it might be no more than an
illusion. Melissa had stripped her bare not just physically, but
emotionally as well. There was not a single thought or feeling that
Melissa could not manipulate.

Melissa unclenched her fingers. She held the pendant by its chain,
twirling it back and forth. "So you better answer my questions
truthfully if you ever want an orgasm again."

"B-but ... y-you could just make me t-tell you the truth. You ... you
didn't ..."

"Didn't have to torture you? Oh but it's so much more fun that way.
Anyway, I can't have you thinking this is some sort of lark, that you
can just relax in the understanding that you were a bad little girl.
Certainly you didn't think it was enough just to trick me into coming
out into the forest. You had to go all the way. Well, that's what I'm
doing. Going all the way."

Susan bit her lip and didn't say a word. Her eyes flicked to the
pendant as it flashed in the light with each spin.

"Or rather, I /will/ go all the way ... once I know how ... once I get
enough power ..."

Susan could not stop herself from reacting. Her eyes widened and she
drew in a breath a bit sharply.

Melissa gave her an ingratiating smile. "Yes, that's right. I want
more. Right now, I can control you and your pitiful boyfriends. I can
make everyone at school scared of me. But, really, revenge only goes so
far. It ..."

Melissa stopped herself. Susan simply stared at her.

Melissa's jaw tightened. Why was she telling Susan all this? Susan
didn't need to know. It was not like Melissa needed approval from her,
or from anyone for that matter. She was her own validation. She
provided her own yardstick.

And there were things that Melissa would never tell, such as the real
reason she did not simply will Susan into telling the truth.

Melissa was unable to do it. She had already tried. The only
explanation that made sense to her was that it worked only on those who
were truly weak-willed. Ann used to be such a sycophant, sucking up to
whoever was popular at the moment just so she could look good as well.
As a result, she had little resistance to Melissa's control. Melissa
could mold Ann's mind like putty. Everyone else required more effort to
do anything beyond the simplest effects.

With time she could do it. Whittling away bit by bit, she could make
Susan tell nothing but the truth always. But she did not have the
patience for it.

"Tell me about this pendant, Susan," Melissa demanded, her voice cold.
"Where did you get it?"

Susan's mind was so addled that she barely thought about the
repercussions of telling Melissa about the pendant before she spoke.
"I-I got it from my mother."

"She gave it to you?"

"No. I ... I took it."

Melissa grinned wickedly. "Oh you naughty, /naughty/ girl, stealing
from your poor mother. Tell me, Susan, and tell me everything. What
kind of power does this thing have?"

Susan's lips parted. She gave Melissa a genuinely confused look.

"Yes, Susan. Power. This helped me get what you and Ann only paid
lip-service to, with your fake Pagan worship."

Susan wanted to protest that she really was a Pagan as she had claimed
to Melissa. Her mother was not only Pagan, but a full-fledged
practicing Witch as well. Susan actually had tried to practice magic on
her own, using some of her mother's techniques, and sometimes had
managed to get something to work.

"I-I really don't know, Melissa," Susan said in a pleading voice. "My
mother was going to give it to me at some point. It's supposed to be
special, but ..."

"Oh, yes, it is very special. Do you know that I dream about it? All
the time. Every night. It calls to me."

Susan cast a helpless look at Melissa, anxiety making her stomach
clench and her body tremble. She realized with deep despair that the
more she spoke, the more she directed Melissa to her mother.

Susan was desperate to keep her mother out of this. She tried very hard
to act normally around her mother, but it was difficult. Already it was
clear that her mother knew something was wrong. Her mother had other
senses from which Susan could hide nothing.

"So your mother told you nothing about it? Nothing at all?"

"Just what I said. It's special somehow, and it was very important for
me to have it at some point."

Melissa grinned. "So you decided you wanted it a little earlier, is
that it?"

Susan said nothing. She honestly was not sure why she had taken it. At
the time she knew she had a reason, but she could not remember what it
was. Just like she was not sure why she gave it to Melissa.

Melissa let the pendant drop against her bosom. "Then I guess I'll have
to talk to your mother."

"No, you can't!" Susan blurted before she could stop herself.

"So now you think you can tell me what I can and can't do?"

"No, I-I didn't mean that. I meant ... p-please ... let me talk to my
mother ..."

"You've been very helpful, Susan. I think that deserves a little
reward."

"No, wait, Melissa, please ... let me t-talk ... uhh ... oh God ...
uhhn!"

Susan's closed her eyes tightly as her pussy rose again. She climbed so
quickly that she gasped in shock as much as pleasure. She rose to the
edge, hanging there in excruciating torment as the seconds ticked by,
expecting the final consummation be snatched away from her again at any
moment.

Instead, she uttered a strident moan as she crested, her pussy
throbbing hard. Her hips jerked, her breath becoming a hard, staccato
"uh! ... uh! ... uh!" sound at the intensity of her orgasm. Sexual
bliss filled her mind again, making her whole body shiver with delight.

Her climax wound down, but did not stop. Her cunt continued to pulse
softly, making her squirm and pant lightly in a gentle haze of sexual
pleasure. It was like fading embers that would not quite go out,
leaving her excited and aroused, and her pussy damp.

Melissa stood up. "See, I can be nice. Doesn't that feel good?"

Susan gazed up at Melissa with half-lidded eyes. She wrapped her arms
around herself, pushing up her breasts and making the erect nipples
more prominent. It actually did feel good, but she had hoped that it
was Melissa altering her perceptions again.

Except that she knew it wasn't. She could tell what was from Melissa
and what was from her own head. Melissa always left her conscious of
the control. Even Ann -- who seemed to be a total, mindless slave to
Melissa -- had her old self tucked away in a corner of her mind, forced
to watch what had become of her.

Susan simply did not want to admit that she was actually enjoying
something that Melissa was doing to her.

Melissa grinned. "That's right, you really like that, don't you? You
know, this can control you just as good as planting thoughts in your
mind. Much better than being a puppet. Pleasure or humiliation, your
choice, Susan. Now, get up."

Susan stood. She moaned softly in disappointment as her orgasm
attenuated until it was barely there.

"Oh, no, you can get it back. It's easy. Here, I'll show you. I want to
meet your mother, Susan."

Susan gave Melissa a stricken look. "But ... but I can talk to her ..."

Melissa shook her head. "Your answer is supposed to be, 'I'd love for
you to meet my mother, Melissa.' Say it."

"I-I'd love for you to meet my m-mother Melissa ... "

Susan let out a slow sigh as her pussy throbbed and pleasure washed
over her again.

"See? Do what I want, and it will feel good. So how does tomorrow
morning sound?"

"It ... sounds good. Tomorrow morning ..." Susan's body shivered in
delight.

"And you won't warn her ahead of time."

"I won't warn her ... uhhh ..."

Melissa giggled. "You can get addicted to this, you know. Just like
you're addicted to Ann's twat. Now, get dressed and go home. I'll see
you tomorrow."

"Y-yes, Melissa," Susan sighed.

Her orgasm retreated again until she could barely feel it. She said not
a word as she dressed, Melissa watching her with an amused gaze. She
headed out of the room and out of the house without looking back.

The movements of her legs kept her sex tingling. Any thoughts she tried
to have of her mother drew her back to Melissa, and set her pussy
throbbing again as well. It was just enough for her to feel it, not
enough to make her break her stride.

Susan wanted to prevent this meeting between Melissa and her mother.
But any time a thought tried to form in that vein, she would invariably
envision them together, and she was rewarded with more pleasure. It
nudged her mind towards more "acceptable" thoughts just as well as if
Melissa had simply planted those thoughts in her head in the first
place.

Yes, she could get addicted to this. And then another part of Susan
Radson would slip away forever.



Melinda lay with her hips just short of the foot of her bed. Her feet
were drawn towards her, knees dropped to either side. The small, round
swells of her breasts quivered as they rose and fell quickly with her
pants. The nipples stood erect, tingling madly whenever she chose to
run her fingers over them.

Jason's hands were curled gently around her calves from where he knelt,
his head between thighs that were still slightly plump with the
vestiges of baby fat. His tongue slid over slick, pink flesh between
clean-shaven labia. Her clit was a swollen nub of flesh at the top of
her tight slit. His tongue flicked at it, drawing soft gasps and
excited whimpers from Melinda.

"More," Melinda moaned. "Please, more ..."

Jason obliged immediately. He leaned forward, tongue lashing at her
hard and fast until Melinda was panting and trembling. His tongue
dipped down to her entrance, toying with it before lapping at the tip
of her clit.

Melinda's pleasure mounted precipitously, but before she could tell him
to back off before she got there too fast, he relented on his own. One
of his hands slid up her leg towards her pussy, sending a shiver of
delight through her. He toyed with her entrance with a single finger,
drawing excited gasps from her.

Melinda writhed and moaned as Jason pushed his finger into her, feeling
the tightness of her pussy clamp around his digit. She had to resist
the urge to rock her hips when he thrusted first the one, then two
fingers into her.

"Ohmigod ... ohh ..."

Melinda felt so much more in control with Jason. She realized now that
Jason was being much more compliant in matters of sex than he ever had
been. But she was sure there was no way she was exercising any control
over him. The only time that had happened was with the House. And all
that was gone, both the power and the House itself.

Jason's fingers plunged into her faster, making a squishing noise in
the wetness of Melinda's cunt. Melinda was rising fast again, but she
didn't want it to stop this time. She tried to say something to him,
but her voice wouldn't work.

But Jason did what she wanted of him anyway. He clamped his mouth over
her clit and sucked hard, then licked at the little knob incessantly.

"Ohmigod! ... Ohmigod! ... Ohh ... /Ohhhh!!/"

Melinda's back arched, her body shaking as she climaxed. She let out
another loud cry as her pussy throbbed hard and steady, Jason's tongue
teasing her clit to keep it going.

"Ohhh! ... Ohh, /GOD/ ... uhhh ..."

Melinda's orgasm wound down slowly, until she was left limp and
panting. Jason drew back from her, settling back on his feet, his cock
stiff and purplish between his legs. He was panting lightly as well in
his excitement. He wanted Melinda to return the favor very badly, but
knew she didn't want to be pushed. She wanted to enjoy the afterglow of
her orgasm.

He always had liked pleasing Melinda from the moment that he discovered
that he could do it competently without the skill being fed to him from
another power, as it had been in the House. Lately he had the urge to
do it for her more often, but circumstances were always against them.

As Melinda's breathing returned to normal, Jason slowly stood up. He
wondered if he should have waited for her to say it was okay. For a
moment, he actually considered dropping back to his knees.

Melinda struggled to sit up, a pleasant ache lingering in her pussy as
she slid her hips back from the edge of the bed. Her eyes fell on
Jason's pulsing cock, and she giggled. "Wow, you're really hard, aren't
you?"

Jason's cheeks flushed pink. "I'm very excited, Melinda," he said in a
husky voice that held a hint of a plea to it.

Melinda smiled and slid off the bed. She padded into the bathroom and
grabbed a towel, tossing it to Jason as she returned. "Here, you got
my, um, stuff all over your face."

As Jason finished wiping his face and hands, Melinda came up to him and
curled her fingers around his cock. Jason uttered a small gasp and
shuddered.

"Want me to lick it?" Melinda cooed.

Jason swallowed. "Y-yeah ... please ..."

"Want me to make you cum nice and good?"

Jason panted and just nodded, not trusting his voice.

Melinda giggled. She loved teasing him. She wasn't sure how it started,
but the more she did it, the more she liked it. She thought Jason was
cute when he was really desperate.

"Come on, then ..."

Jason climbed back on the bed, his cock flapping against his body as he
lay down. Melinda barely managed to hide a smile behind her hand at the
sound it made.

Melinda slid over him, feeling Jason trembling in anticipation. Her
fingers returned to his cock. She thought it incredible how hard he
was. His cock never seemed more rigid than it was when he was waiting
for her attentions.

Her fingers fluttered up and down his shaft. Jason uttered several
excited, quavering sighs. Melinda felt the urge to tease him like this
for an hour. Maybe longer. Just to see him squirm. Just ...

With some effort, she forced herself out of this line of thinking.
Instead, her fingers tightened around him and gave him several slow but
firm strokes. Jason moaned deeply, his arms and legs lying still, his
head lolled to one side.

Melinda felt a renewed flash of heat in her pussy. She loved it when he
just lay there, as if at her mercy. In a way, he was. She controlled
his pleasure. He wouldn't try to hurry her or tell her to stop. He'd
let her go at her own pace.

Melinda positioned herself, draping part of her body over one of his
legs. One breast brushed his thigh as she passed, making Jason shiver
with delight. Her hair spilled over him, the touch exciting him
further. She massaged his cock a bit longer even as her face hovered
over it, exciting him further and making him lift his head and give her
a silent plea.

Melinda's lips touched the head of his cock, kissing it gently. She
then parted her lips as she let him penetrate her mouth.

"Oh man ..." Jason groaned as nearly all of his manhood disappeared
into Melinda's mouth.

Melinda had learned just as much sexual skill as Jason had. And in the
last week or so, with rather astonishing swiftness, she had learned how
to use it to drive him nuts.

She had figured out just how fast and how hard to stroke him to make
him rise but not go over. Her head bobbed back and forth in a gentle
rhythm to this effect, tilting it slightly backwards on each up-stroke.
In this way, her tongue pressed hard into his shaft right near the
center, just short of his most sensitive spot. Further up, her mouth
loosened, just teasing him under the head.

And on the down-side, she tightened her lips and drew him straight back
inside in a single quick stroke. Her fingers played with his balls,
bouncing them gently or tugging at them carefully when it looked as if
he might get too close too soon.

Jason moaned and squirmed each time his pleasure rose, only to level
off and retreat. Melinda's movements were too slow to drive him
further.

Melinda kept it going at this pace until she heard Jason's noises
become more pleading. She fought the urge to keep going until he
started to beg. Instead, she steadily increased the pace. Her head
moved faster, her mouth concentrating on the upper half of his cock.

Jason panted heavily, his eyes closing as he rose unimpeded. Melinda
teased him one last time, taking him to the edge and then letting him
drop from her mouth. Before he could react, Melinda giggled and took
his cock inside her mouth, pumping furiously.

Jason's cock exploded in her mouth a few seconds later. He groaned
loudly and writhed like mad. She clamped her lips tightly around his
shaft, but even then a few drops trickled out from the corners of her
mouth.

Jason was still breathing heavily when his orgasm faded and his cock
softened. Melinda let him pop from her lips, then tilted her head back
and swallowed. She licked off the rest that had escaped from her mouth.

"Oh wow, Melinda ..." Jason breathed.

Melinda giggled as she came alongside Jason, throwing an arm around
him. "You say that /every single time/, Jason." From the tone of her
voice, however, it was clear that she loved hearing it every single
time as well.

Jason slowly smiled and wrapped his arm around her. She snuggled closer
to him, closing her eyes and smiling. "I really wish we could do this
more often," she said with a soft sigh.

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"I, um, wish there was something else we could do again, too."

Jason sensed the disappointment in her voice. "I've been trying to
think of something, but I'm coming up empty. You're too nervous about
using a condom. Leakage and all that."

Melinda squirmed. "Well, yeah, that ... but, um ... I kinda don't want
anything between you and me, you know? It just feels better the other
way. Sometimes I wish ..."

She didn't complete the thought. She didn't have to, as it was
something Jason had thought of as well. There were some things about
the power that the House gave them that they missed, such as the
guarantee of never getting pregnant.

Melinda quickly abandoned that thought before it depressed her. It was
bad enough that she had to bring up this next topic at all.

"Jason? I, um, need to talk to you about something," she said. "It's
about Heather ..."



"Diane, it's about Melinda," said Heather. "I don't know what I'm going
to do with her."

The two girls were sitting on a bench in the park. A tree of red-gold
fall splendor towered overhead, dappling the sunlight around them. Each
time they moved about, leaves crunched underfoot.

Diane was about to comment that she understood. She had noticed that
Melinda was getting out of hand as much as Cassie had. But when she
opened her mouth to speak, she spotted something in Heather's eyes that
made her subside. She had grown so used to looking at those eyes,
stealing glances at their soft green beauty whenever she could, that
she could read a lot of Heather's emotions in them.

"What's wrong with her?" Diane asked. "Is she bugging you again?"

"Well ... in a way, yes, but it's not her fault this time. I guess
maybe it's not her, it's me, really."

"But what's the matter?" Diane asked urgently. Part of her impatience
was the fact that this was the first time Heather had confided anything
in her for a long time, and she was anxious to forge that bond between
them again. Maybe it could take the place of her other feelings.

Heather's cheeks colored, which surprised Diane. Heather was rarely
embarrassed about anything she said to her friend. "Diane, remember
what Nyssa said, about lingering effects?"

"Not really. I wasn't in the room, I just know what I've been told.
Something about how some of the things she did to people sort of being
there still?"

Heather swallowed and nodded.

In the awkward silence that followed, Diane put two and two together.
Her eyes widened in shock. "Heather, you don't mean you and Melinda ...
th-that's she's still your ...?"

"No, no, she's not my slave," Heather said quickly. "And I don't /want/
her as my slave, Diane. But I have feelings for her ..."

Diane looked at Heather in shock.

Heather's blush deepened. "Diane, I didn't want this, okay? I didn't
ask to be attracted to her. But I am, and it's driving me fucking
crazy."

Diane realized now that Heather had misinterpreted her reaction, but it
was too late to correct it. Even then, she could not have possibly
revealed the real reason, though it influenced her next question.
"Heather, don't get mad at me for asking this, but are you sure you
didn't have any feelings for her before? Or for ..."

"No, Diane, I ... uh ... well ... I may have had something for her, but
it was really weak until Nyssa showed up. I think it was just a
leftover from the House. I could have ignored it. But not now, I ..."
Heather paused. "Or for what?"

Diane blinked a few times. "Um ... huh?"

"You sounded like you were going to add something before I cut you
off."

Diane swallowed. "Oh, um ... I was just going to ask if you ever had
feelings for ... other girls before ..."

"Never, Diane. Not in the slightest."

Diane's heart sank. Her heart pounded as she forced herself to ask,
"What about now?"

"I don't feel any attraction to any other girls, Diane," Heather said
firmly. "I mean, look, you know me, I never made fun of anyone's, well,
sexual orientation. Hell, we had a bi girl help us with that little
stunt against Melissa."

"Maybe you're bi, then."

Diane was not sure where she found the courage to say it, or how she
managed to keep her voice from quavering when she said it. She wished
she hadn't, for now there was a hard edge to Heather's eyes.

"I'm not bisexual, either. Really, Diane, it's just these feelings for
Melinda that's screwing things up. I'm not about to go bi or lezzie,
not by choice, anyway. And it wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have,
well, influence over her."

Diane had hoped that there was even just a chance that Heather might
reciprocate, or at least be open to the idea, if she had admitted her
feelings to Heather. Now that it seemed like those hopes were dashed,
she latched on to the last part of Heather's statement as a way of
trying to ignore the pain.

"Wait. Influence over her? I thought you said you didn't want to
enslave her?"

Diane's emotional frustration made her words harsh, and Heather became
defensive. "I said I don't! Stop it, I get that enough from Melinda. I
don't necessarily want to influence her, Diane, but ..."

"You don't /necessarily/ want to?"

"/I can't help it./ It just happens, that's all, because ..."

"Because you want her."

Heather frowned at Diane, but her eyes betrayed the truth. "Yes,
because I want her."

Suddenly, Diane wished she had been drawn into Nyssa's web sooner that
she had. Maybe if Nyssa had taken her and discovered her secret desires
sooner, she would have arranged something so ...

Abruptly, a look of horror came over her face, and she shook her head.

Heather narrowed her eyes. "What was that for?"

"What was ...? Oh, nothing. I was thinking of something else."

"Let me guess," said Heather coldly. "You think I do want to make her a
slave again. You think I want to make her some sort of toy."

Diane gasped suddenly. "What?? N-no, I wasn't thinking that at all.
What gave you that idea?"

"Look, Diane, I don't want this power. It's too dangerous. You start
using it and you don't want to stop. We all screwed each other over in
that House. Shit, if Melinda would stop being a fucking little snot and
just ... just give in on her own ..."

Diane was ashamed of herself for thinking about being even remotely
involved with this power. Though the idea of what she might have
brought about with it -- the fantasy she might have had Nyssa create
for her -- was scary for a different reason.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more help," Diane said listlessly. "You're probably
sorry you mentioned it to me."

Heather looked at Diane and shook her head. "No, it's okay. I had to
tell someone, and you're the only one I would trust with this."

Diane smiled wanly. That was small compensation for her loss, but it
was something at least.

Heather sighed and stood up. "Thanks for listening to me, Diane. You
really are a great friend."

Diane stood, then nearly gasped when Heather drew her into a tight
embrace. Diane returned the hug, trying to ignore the tingle it sent
through her body.

Heather was smiling by the time she broke off the hug. "Let's just hang
out a little longer at the mall. At least until the runt is done
rutting with the brainiac back home."

Diane forced a smile. "Sure thing, Heather."



Jason bolted up into a seated position on the bed, sending Melinda
scrambling back in surprise. He stared at her as if she had just grown
a third arm. "You want me to what??"

The shock of the request had been enough to break his submissive
stance, and now Melinda cringed a bit. "But ... you told me you might
want to do it again, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah, but that was weeks ago, Melinda. We weren't such an item
back then."

Melinda's lips twitched into a smile. "We're an item?"

Jason blushed faintly. "Well ... yeah, we are, right?" he asked
nervously, as if afraid he had just made a big mistake. "I mean, we
only see each other, and only ... you know ... with each other."

Melinda smirked, thinking it was amusing that she was more comfortable
speaking about it than him. "You mean we don't go boinking anyone else.
But you said you wanted to do it again with Heather."

Jason sighed, exasperated. "This better not be one of those weird
female tests."

Melinda stared. "A weird /what??/"

"Female test! Like asking if you look fat in a particular dress or
something like that!"

Melinda rolled her eyes. "Shit, give me a break. I don't do that to
you. That's something Heather the bubblehead would do."

"You want me to boink that 'bubblehead' as you call her."

"Just to get her the hell off my case!" Melinda piped. "God, Jason,
it's a nightmare living with her. She says she doesn't want to enslave
me, but she keeps making me want to do it with her."

"It's a lingering effect, like Nyssa said ..."

"I don't care! I don't want her messing with me. If she had someone to
boink, she wouldn't care about me."

Jason wiped a hand over his face and then ran his fingers through his
already mussed hair. Her logic was dubious at best, but he didn't want
to call her out on it, knowing it would just upset her. "What about
her? What if Heather doesn't want to do it?"

"Jason, she said she liked it with you. She wanted to do it again."

"Again, that was weeks ago."

"Come on, Jason, don't do this to me!" Melinda whined. "I want her off
my back. Please."

Jason took a deep breath and let it go. "I'll ... I'll try talking to
her."

"Fine. So long as you both get horizontal after that."

Jason stared. "I can't believe you're actually telling me to boi ... to
have sex with another girl. Your own sister."

Melinda blushed. "Shit, I didn't say I wanted to watch! And don't you
dare tell Richie about this. I don't want to hear it from him!"

"Oh, believe me, I won't," Jason said sourly. He shook his head,
actually grateful for the distraction despite the subject matter. "I
just don't know what's up with him, Melinda."

Melinda frowned. "I do. He wants to boink Miss Davis again."

"Maybe."

"Huh? Wait, did he try something with Miss Davis? Did he??"

Jason had not wanted to tell Melinda about Cassie's report, but he felt
the need to please her again. He explained what Cassie had told him.

Melinda flushed indignant. "Oh, that fucking little perv! That little
turd!"

"He didn't do anything to her," Jason protested, albeit weakly.

"He's going to, Jason! I know he is! Why the hell do we keep him in the
group? He doesn't do shit for anyone else."

Jason had no answer to that. Or rather, none that would placate
Melinda. He had seen Richie making some effort to be less abrasive. He
wanted to give Richie the benefit of the doubt. It was hard. He still
felt that Richie had betrayed them to Nyssa, even after being rescued
by from her.

Yet he still felt something of a debt to Richie. When they had first
met, Richie had helped keep the more dangerous bullies away from him.
Even now they no longer pestered him. He felt he still owed Richie for
that.

But if he crossed the line with Linda Davis ...

"We'll keep an eye on him, Melinda," said Jason. "I promise."
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