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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: 7 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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"I thought they'd never leave. God!"

Melinda slammed the door behind her as she entered the bedroom, still
dressed in her Sunday finest. Unfortunately for her, "finest" was
defined by her mother, which meant a frilly white and pink dress that
Melinda though made her look like a dork. Her hands were already
unbuttoning her blouse as fast they could when she suddenly stopped and
gasped in surprise.

Heather looked up from where she lying on her bed, reading a magazine.
"What?"

"Why the hell are you still here?"

"What, I have to get your permission now?"

"You're supposed to be going out. You never have to sit with Mom and
our stupid relatives every Sunday."

Melinda resented the preferential treatment that their mother had again
bestowed upon Heather. When she had complained about it to Jason, he
had reasoned that it was a way of causing a rift between the two girls.
"The Darkness is trying to break us all up," Jason had told her. "It
knows from Nyssa that we're trying to stop it."

This reassurance did little to mollify her.

"Yeah, I know," Heather said, sitting up. "You don't hear me gloating
over it anymore, do you?"

Melinda's expression softened for a moment, but she folded her arms and
gave Heather an indignant look. "Stop changing the subject! You said
you wanted to go out and hang with friends."

"Yeah, and then you tried to saddle me with Jason. Why?"

Melinda was never very good at hiding things from her sister. Guilt
flickered in her eyes for a moment. "What ... what do you mean,
'saddle' you? You're cool with him."

"Well, yeah, but ..."

"You even boinked him a few times back at the House. And you liked it."

Heather frowned. "Wait, what does that have to do with anything?"

Melinda's eyes widened for a moment. "Um, nothing! I just meant ..."

Heather stood up and stepped over to her sister. "Melinda, what's going
on? What scheme are you hatching?"

"/I'm not!/ Why do you always suspect me?"

Heather smirked. "That a trick question?"

Melinda pouted and stuck her tongue out. She unfolded her arms and
headed past Heather, purposely bumping into her sister hard. She undid
the rest of the buttons and shrugged off her blouse.

"Why do you want me going around with Jason, runt?" Heather demanded,
trying hard not to let her gaze linger on Melinda's bra. "He's not
going to want to hang out with my friends, and they're just going to
give him a hard time."

"A hard time? You mean like you used to?" Melinda piped. She tossed her
blouse on the bed and pulled down her skirt.

"Yeah, /used/ to. But I don't have control over the others."

Melinda stepped out of her skirt, then plopped herself down on the foot
of the bed and pulled off her white stockings. "Ugh. Mom still dresses
me like a ten-year-old," she muttered, casting a look of disdain at
them before flipping them over her shoulder.

Heather took a deep breath as Melinda stood. Her gaze flitted over
Melinda's body. Melinda yanked her panties back into place, having
tugged it down when she took off her skirt. It drew Heather's eyes, her
gaze lingering on Melinda's crotch.

Melinda looked at Heather crossly. "You better not be ogling me again!"

"Melinda, why do you want Jason with me today?" Heather demanded, her
voice quavering a bit. She wanted to tell Melinda to finish changing
clothes, but she could not get the words to come to her lips.

"You need to be protected because of Melissa. Someone from the group
has to be with you, and I don't want to do it because you're just going
to keep doing what you're doing now!"

Melinda's voice was a touch husky. She forced herself to turn away from
her sister before her own thoughts could stray any further. She headed
over to her dresser and yanked open the drawer.

"Melinda, tell me truth. Now." Heather declared.

Melinda's head snapped around. "I already did!"

"No, you haven't. Tell me."

Melinda's eyes widened. "Stop it! Y-you're trying to do it to me!"

"Then tell me the truth, dammit."

"I ... uhhn ... stop it ..."

"Melinda, tell me," Heather said, her voice sultry. Her heart thumped.

Melinda swallowed and groped for her jeans in the dresser drawer. For a
few moments she was hopelessly distracted in her search, her pussy
tingling and her thighs trembling. By the time she managed to pull them
out, her breath had become a soft pant. She made a half-hearted attempt
to put on her jeans, then staggered and thumped against the side of the
dresser.

"Please, Melinda," Heather said in a softer, more contrite voice.
"Level with me for once."

Melinda's cunt felt achy and hot. A small stain appeared on her
panties. Two hard bumps rose behind the cups of her bra. "You suck,
Heather," she muttered, though her eyes held a dark, desirous look.

Heather's arousal had spiked as well. Her pussy seemed to steam behind
the folds of denim. She forced herself to close her eyes and turn away
from Melinda and dropped her face into her hands. "I'm sorry," she said
in a small voice.

Melinda sat down heavily on the edge of her bed. The worst of it was
passing. She still felt horny, but her desire for Heather specifically
was fading. "I want you to stop doing this to me. I want you to start
getting some again so you won't want me anymore."

"God, Melinda, would it be that bad?" Heather cried.

Melinda glared at her, but it faded quickly. "I don't know! That's the
problem. You said you don't want me as a slave."

"And I don't!"

"Okay, okay! I believe you! But ... but what if it doesn't work that
way? What if it happens anyway?"

"Wait, you mean if it wasn't for that ... you might do it?"

Melinda hesitated a long moment before finally answering, "Maybe."

Heather felt a sense of relief. So that was what was bothering her
sister. It was not so much revulsion over the sexual act itself as it
was the slavery aspect. "Melinda, you don't see any Aura on me, do
you?"

"Huh? Of course not!"

"Well, that's the only way I'd enslave you, if I was still working for
the Darkness. I don't think I can do it outside of that."

Heather actually had no idea if this were true. But she was sure of her
own convictions.

"But you can still make me do what you want," Melinda said in a low
voice. "You can just ... just look at me and turn me on. God, that's a
little creepy, Heather. And you're still doing it. I can still feel
it."

"You better put your clothes on, Melinda," Heather said, her voice
shaky.

Melinda stood. She considered changing her panties, but when the
thought of being naked before Heather made her shiver with pleasure,
she steadfastly changed her mind and quickly threw on her jeans and a
pullover shirt.

"I'll bet I can guess what this is about," Heather said, feeling some
of her desire for Melinda ebb. "You want me to have sex with Jason,
don't you?"

Melinda blushed, but it made her words no less forceful. "Maybe if you
go boink him a few times, you won't want me. Or it will satisfy you
enough that ..."

"He's your boyfriend!"

"S-so? So what?"

"Melinda, I don't go doing it with other girls' boyfriends. No way. You
just don't do that sort of thing."

"Oh, now you have a bunch of rules all of a sudden? I'm giving you
freakin' /permission/, you bubblehead!"

Heather sighed and covered her eyes with a hand for a moment. "Melinda,
is Jason okay with this?" she asked in exasperation.

"Why wouldn't he? He loved it when he got to boink you before."

"That was before you and he started going together."

"Heather, please!" Melinda begged. "Please do this for me. Just try
it."

"I can't believe you're asking me this. And you're not upset about it?"

Melinda's lips drew into a pout. At the time she had conceived the
idea, she wasn't. It was not until she had a night to think about that
she started having doubts. Now she was worried that Jason might think
Heather better in bed than her.

"No, I'm fine with it," Melinda said anyway. "Really, I am. I came up
with the idea. Anyway ... I-I trust him. And you."

Heather's eyebrows rose. "You /do?/"

Melinda spoke haltingly, having difficulty in finding the right words.
"You wouldn't really do anything to hurt me. I know that. I mean ... we
drive each other crazy, but ... but you'd never really hurt me. Not
anymore. Not since the House."

Heather uttered a quavering, emotional sigh. Her eyes glistened, and
she blinked rapidly for a few moments. She wanted desperately to hug
her little sister. It was a tremendous burden lifted from her to hear
that Melinda did not think of her as the enemy.

The only thing that stopped her was the fear that the physical contact
might spark something else. Melinda's eyes betrayed a similar emotion,
and it was clear she understood the sentiment that Heather had just
expressed in her face.

"All right, Melinda," Heather said in a softer, more controlled voice.
"I'll try. But only if he really wants to do it. I won't force him."

Melinda slowly smiled. She decided to take the chance herself. She
padded over to Heather and gave her a very brief, tight hug, quickly
backing out of it before anything else could happen. "Thank you."



Jason had no idea how he was going to pull this off.

Broaching the subject was the least of his worries. He had to figure
out just where they were going to do the deed. Assuming that Heather
even wanted to do it in the first place.

Jason bounded down the stairs. His mother was dusting near the
entryway. His father was sitting in the living room, idly clicking
through the sports channels. Jason tried very hard to ignore him, such
that his Dark Aura was barely at the edge of Jason's vision.

"Bye, Mom, I'll see you later," Jason said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Jason, dear, wait!"

Audrey stepped over to the closet. Jason turned around in time to see
her produce one of his jackets and hold it out to him. "Here, it's
rather chilly out this morning."

Jason managed not to roll his eyes. Considering that the fickle
Colorado fall weather was going to be sending the temperature just shy
of seventy by afternoon, the jacket would be just another thing to
carry. Nevertheless, he smiled and accepted it.

The phone rang. His father rose to answer it.

"Thanks, Mom," Jason said.

"You're not going to see Melinda Sovert again, are you, dear?" Audrey
asked, a small smile on her face, but her voice suggesting a more
serious tone.

"No, Mom, actually, I'm not going to see Melinda."

"I'm sorry I harp on that, dear, but I just don't want to see you get
too serious."

Jason had heard this many times. "Yes, Mom, I know. We're just dating,
that's all. Not even really going steady."

Audrey smiled and ruffled his hair. "Anyway, my young man seems to have
a lot of girls interested in him. Try not to play with their hearts,
Jason. Don't string any of them along."

Jason blushed but managed a smile. His mother most often answered the
phone, so she knew that Cassie and Diane called him regularly. He let
her have the illusion that they were interested in him in that way. He
rather liked the idea that someone thought he could be that popular
with the girls. "Well, um, I better get going Mom."

He started away from her.

"Jason!"

He froze at his father's voice and slowly turned.

Henry Conner stood by the extension in the hall, holding the phone up.
He regarded Jason with a stern look, which seemed to be the norm now.
Jason reasoned that his father already knew he could see the Aura about
the man's body.

His father's Aura was similar to Melissa's. He was a willing agent for
the Darkness. He had chosen of his own free will to accept whatever
power it had given him. And where his father was a neurosurgeon, he did
not want to think about what he might be doing on its behalf.

There were subtle differences between his Aura and Melissa's, however.
He couldn't quite read what they meant yet. He thought it might mean
his father got his power in a different manner than Melissa.

"Yes, father?" Jason said stiffly. He heard his mother sigh softly in
frustration.

"Telephone." Henry held out the phone to him.

"I'll take it upstairs."

"Why?"

Jason stopped. "Huh?"

"Why so secretive, Jason?" Henry asked with a hard edge to his voice.
"What do you have to say that I can't hear?"

"It's a little thing called privacy, father. It's all the rage now."

"Don't get wise with me, young man. When you speak to me, you will use
a tone of respect."

Audrey sighed windily. "Oh, /honestly!/ Stop this, the both of you!
Jason, don't talk back to your parents like that, please."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"Now go take your call upstairs."

Jason turned away from his father. "Thanks, Mom."

Audrey turned to her husband and planted her hands on her hips. "And
you stop badgering him! Bad enough you two treat each other like
strangers ..."

Jason closed the door and cut off the conversation. He sighed. He hated
putting his mother through this. She was really upset with the rift
that had opened between him and his father. Even if Jason explained the
reasons behind it, it would only make matters worse.

Jason grabbed the phone and opened the drawer. The LED glowed. "I got
it," Jason said tonelessly.

There was a long pause before the light winked out. "Hello?"

"Big white man gone, kemosabe?" came the voice on the other end.

"Yeah, Ned, he's off the other line. What's up?"

"Sorry to bug ya, big guy, but I be bugged as well. Hasta do with this
Melissa shtick."

"Oh? You have some info for me?"

"Nah, but if I did, ya wouldn't act on it, and that bugs me."

Jason made a face. "I don't understand."

"Dude, ya know me. I'm an action kinda guy. Ya saw how I wanted to go
gunnin' for Nyssa when I joined this merry band."

Jason smirked. "Yeah, and I remember us having to dissuade you from
that. You saw what she did to everyone."

"Yeah, yeah, but the thing is, we eventually went after her. I mean,
yeah, it was more Cassie's moment to shine with that little head game
she did with the naughty nurse, but I got to smash those vials of
whatever it was she was collectin' from folks."

Jason saw where this was going. "You want to go after Melissa."

"Hey, don't worry, I ain't goin' in without backup. I like my mind,
such that it is."

"Ned, we barely know anything about Melissa or what she's doing. This
is not the time to ..."

"Look, I know," Ned said urgently. "Not sayin' we should go stormin'
her evil overlord stronghold or whatever she's got. But you said mebbe
we shouldn't go after her in the end, and that kinda sticks in my
craw."

"I'm just going on what Mara told us, Ned. I wish I could convey better
the details of what we experienced with her."

"Hey, I know, I know. But mebbe she didn't know the whole score, ya
know? Mebbe she was more afraid of you guys hurtin' yerselves."

"And you're not?" Jason snapped. He paused and composed himself.
"Sorry. But yeah, you might be right. But ... but I don't want to make
mistakes again, Ned."

"Mistakes? Whaddaya mean?"

Jason had not wanted to talk about this yet. It was something that had
been weighing on his mind for the past two weeks, but there had never
been the right moment to bring it up. "Ned ... I missed some things
that should have been really obvious. I almost lost it for all of us.
No, I /did/ lose it. All my friends got caught. If it weren't for
Cassie, we'd all be mindless slaves by now."

"Aw, c'mon, you're being' too hard on yerself ..." Ned protested.

"No, Ned, listen to me! I made some big mistakes, no matter how you
look at it. And I don't intend to make them again, there's too much at
stake. So we're going to play it by the book with Melissa. We're not
going to move against her until we're /absolutely sure/ it's the right
thing to do."

He heard Ned sigh at the other end of the phone. "Okay, big guy, I hear
ya. You're the brainiac of the outfit, so that's gives ya a lotta
clout. So long as ya consider it in the end, I'll be a happy camper."

Jason was not quite as reassured by that as he suspected Ned hoped he
would be. "Thanks, Ned. Really, I don't want you to feel you can't
state an opinion. I mean, people see me as the head of the group, but
everyone's input counts."

"Sure thing, that's cool. Hey, man, it's great hearin' ya like this
again."

Jason's face took on a puzzled look. "I don't understand."

"Oh, um ... uh, look, don't tell Cassie I said anything about this,
'kay? But she was worried that you were kinda ... well, not really
taking the lead a lot. You sorta let Melinda run things a bit."

Jason blinked in genuine surprise. "I do?"

"Yeah, sounds kinda weird, but ya gotta admit, dude, she's been
mouthin' off a lot. 'specially to Richie and Heather."

Jason didn't say anything in response. His fingers tightened around the
receiver.

"Um ... you're not sore at me, are ya?" Ned asked tentatively.

"Huh? Oh, um, no, Ned. Just a bit confused. I didn't realize it was
happening, honestly."

"S'okay. Honest injun, I got no real complaints about how ya run the
show."

"No, it's okay, thanks for letting me know," Jason said distractedly.
"Um ... I have to head out. Do you need anything else?"

"Nah. Jus' wanted to do a little spleen-venting. It's nicely vented
now."

Jason grinned slightly. "Okay, talk to you later."

"Yeppers. Sayonara."

Jason slowly put the receiver back on the hook.

If it had been anyone other than Ned, he might have indeed been upset.
But Ned was a straight-talker, and Cassie had said something as well.
He highly respected her opinion after how she had helped them with
Nyssa.

Jason was perplexed. He could almost see it. He could almost see how he
was being rather submissive around Melinda. He could almost see how
even at the restaurant, it had taken him a few minutes to find his
footing and run the meeting properly.

But his perception fell just short. He thought Ned and Cassie might
have a point, but he had trouble getting a handle on it.

Jason tucked this into the back of his mind as he headed out of the
house.



Humming a tune to himself and grinning broadly, Bill Radson hugged his
wife from behind and gave her a sloppy kiss on her ear.

Debby smiled wanly as she closed the door on the dishwasher, having
just finished cleaning up after a late breakfast. She slid one foot
forward to balance herself as he leaned into her. The movement of her
thighs made her feel the lingering ache in her pussy again.

"You are such a sweet, sweet wife, you know that?" Bill cooed in her
ear.

Debby's cheeks pinked, but she kept up the smile. She placed a hand
over one of his arms and squeezed it affectionately. She knew why he
was being so nice to her. She had made love to him not just the night
before, but that morning as well, and with a wild passion that had
surprised even herself.

She felt guilty. Her motivations had been self-serving. She had hoped
that expending her sexual energies with him would mean she would no
longer crave her daughter's attentions. Already it seemed it had been
for naught. She could feel renewed stirrings of desire just at the
thought.

"Bill, will you be staying home today?" Debby asked, her voice softly
pleading in tone.

"I'm home for the entire day, darling. Got everything squared away at
the construction site yesterday."

Debby felt a mix of relief and worry. Bill hardly believed in
otherworldly forces, so he could not be expected to help her stand up
against them. Perhaps, however, his presence would dissuade Melissa
from attempting any further attack against her family.

Bill hugged her one more time before turning away. "I just want to kick
back today," he said, grabbing the main section of the Sunday newspaper
from the table and tucking it under his arm. "Been a really busy week."

Debby sighed. "I know. For me, too."

"Well, you could do with some rest, too, then." He grinned and winked.
"Especially after this morning."

Debby forced a smile until Bill had left the room.

She was not sure what she was going to do. The ache in her pussy was
growing worse, and now it was arousal rather than the afterglow of
intense sex that was the cause.

She straightened up and retied the sash about her waist, drawing the
robe more tightly around her body. Whenever she felt in dire spiritual
straits, she didn't feel comfortable wearing anything except her robe.
But given the circumstances, she wondered if getting dressed would have
been the better idea.

Debby composed herself as much as possible and emerged from the
kitchen. Bill was already sitting in the easy chair, his feet up on the
hassock, immersed in his paper.

"Bill, did you see Susan by any chance?"

"Hmm? Oh, no, darling, I haven't. Not since she excused herself from
the table soon as breakfast was done. She looked like something was on
her mind."

Debby nervously nodded. Susan had been subdued all morning, even more
so than usual, and Debby had felt a constant tingle along the back of
her neck. Her heart thumped in the fear that something else was about
to happen. Not knowing what else to do, Debby sat down on the sofa.

Bill finally lowered his paper and gave his wife an inquisitive look.
"Something the matter?"

Debby looked at him with shimmering eyes. "I'm still worried about
Susan."

Bill sighed through his nose, laying the paper down on his lap. "She's
just going through a phase, that's all. Really, I thought you might
appreciate the peace and quiet."

Debby shivered. She remembered how much at odds she and her daughter
were before Melissa. Debby knew that Susan had an acid tongue, and her
own card readings had suggested that Susan was headed for a bad end
unless it changed. She wished she had acted on that sooner. Now she
longed for the days of arguments and tense evenings around the dinner
table. At least then Susan had been of her own mind.

And now that Susan was hidden away. Debby could sense it. Her daughter
was still there, but muted. But she had no idea how to get the real
Susan back.

"I know you think I worry took much," Debby said. "But I think I have a
reason to."

"Okay, then, why?"

"Because she's not acting like herself! You can see that for yourself,
can't you?"

Bill looked skeptical. Perhaps she was not enjoying the apparent
tranquility, but he was. His work was rather stressful. He had to deal
with government types all the time, as they were helping fund the
hospital expansion, and they were the most trying employers he ever
had.

He /had/ noticed that Susan was acting unusual. But he had hoped that
his wife would sort it all out.

"Look, maybe just give her some more time," said Bill. "Give her some
space. That's probably why she high-tailed it out of the kitchen after
breakfast. She has her own things to do and she doesn't want us butting
in."

Debby wasn't sure what she should feel. She realized that Bill's advice
might have been very sound had Melissa not been involved. It would make
perfect sense for a girl of Susan's age to want to start breaking away
from her parents. But she knew this was not it, and she was frustrated
that Bill did not have the sensitivity to see it himself.

Debby gave her husband a level look. "Maybe you're right, Bill, but at
the same time, I'm going to do some things my way. So if you see me
practicing more witchcraft, I don't want you to get upset at it."

"Just so long as you don't pull Susan into it, that's all I ask. Just
let her be."

Debby resented this, but held her tongue and tried not to let it show
on her face. Despite Bill's decrees, she had already shown Susan some
witchcraft, and she could tell that Susan had tried some on her own.
"Yes, Bill, I'll ... I ..."

Debby trailed off, her eyes widening. The hairs on the back of her neck
had risen suddenly. She shifted her gaze to the front door.

Bill gave her an odd look. "What ...?"

The doorbell rang.

Bill glanced at the door then back to his wife, an astonished look on
his face. He quickly recovered, picking up his paper and saying in a
curt voice, "Answer that if you would, please, darling."

Debby glared at him, though he did not see it with the paper in the
way. He had seen a true manifestation of the craft when his wife had
reacted to the doorbell before it had rung. But as usual, even when he
saw it for himself, he tried to ignore it.

Debby rose from the sofa, her heart racing, and answered the door.

Melissa smiled. "Good morning, Mrs. Radson. How are you today?"

Debby opened her mouth to say something, but closed it without saying a
word. She felt her pussy tingle and her thighs quiver.

"Who is it, darling?" Bill called out.

Debby forced herself to find her voice. "Um ... i-it's one of Susan's
friends. Melissa Hendell."

"Oh?" Bill lowered his paper and stood up. Melissa strode forward and
offered a hand. Bill shook it once. "Nice to meet you, Melissa."

"Same here, Mr. Radson."

"I guess you're here to see Susan? She's upstairs in her room. Second
door on the right off the ..."

Debby was horrified at the thought of leaving Melissa alone with her
daughter. She closed the door and called out desperately, "Bill, she
might want something to drink first. Maybe ... maybe Susan wants
something, too, I can call her down."

"No, that's okay, Mrs. Radson, I don't need anything," said Melissa.
"But you're very kind for asking."

Bill smiled. This is what he thought a teenager should be like: kind
and respectful towards her elders. "Well, if you change your mind, just
come on down."

"Sure thing, Mr. Radson. I take it you're having a day off today?"

Bill nodded. "That's pretty much the plan. Sunday's always meant to be
a day of rest, I say."

"I couldn't agree more, though I imagine someone that owns a house like
you do always has something to do around here."

Bill paused a moment, looking thoughtful. "Hmm, true, there are always
a bunch of chores that need to get done."

Debby stepped closer to them. She could feel something happening. It
tinged the air like lightning during a storm. She felt a chill creep up
her spine. /Oh no ... no, not Bill .../

"I know I always feel better after I've done my chores," said Melissa
smoothly. "Especially the harder ones, the ones that take a long time
to do. You have any like that?"

"Come to think of it, I do. There's that shelf I've been meaning to
make over the workbench in the basement."

"I'll bet you'll feel better once you get that done."

Debby could sense the icy tendrils of Darkness from Melissa. She could
almost see them in her mind's eye. They were like snakes, slithering
around her husband's thoughts, nudging them the way Melissa wanted
them.

"Bill, you said you wanted to relax today," Debby said a bit loudly.
"After that week you had at work ..."

Bill turned his head towards her. For that moment it seemed as if the
Darkness had shuddered and hesitated. Melissa's eyes narrowed very
slightly and flicked over to Debby.

"Yeah, true," Bill mumbled. "But ... I really oughta take care of
that."

"But that will take you all day!"

"Well, it's got to get done. It's not going to get itself done."

Melissa smiled pleasantly, though there was a wicked gleam in her eyes.

Debby gave Bill a stricken look. He rolled his eyes and tossed his
paper into the chair. "Look at it this way. Now you and Melissa and
Susan can all talk your girl talk without a fella in the room to ruin
it."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll all have a lovely conversation, Mr. Radson," said
Melissa.

Bill smiled. "Now, see? It was very nice to meet you, Melissa." He
looked back to Debby. "I'll be in the basement if you need me,
darling."

"Just concentrate on your chore, Mr. Radson, and don't worry about us."

Bill nodded and headed towards the basement door.

Debby watched him go until the basement door under the stairs had
closed behind him. She turned to Melissa, her eyes betraying both anger
and fear. "You did that to him! You tried to ..."

"And you tried to block me," said Melissa. "My, my, Mrs. Radson, but
you are a woman of many talents."

Debby honestly did not know how she had done it, or what she had done.
She had never tried to shield someone else from outside influence. Now
she wished she had known this before. Perhaps if she had developed this
skill, Susan would never have ...

"But you're not keeping me out, are you? You can't. Have you had Susan
lick your twat today yet?"

Debby's cheeks glowed scarlet. Her pussy was rapidly growing damp
again.

"No? Trying to see how long you can hold out? Or just figuring out a
way to do it where hubby won't notice?"

Debby swallowed. "You can't k-keep this up. You can't keep
c-controlling me like this."

"And why not?"

"You don't have enough power. That's ... that's why you want the Rite
.... that's ... uhhn!"

Raw lust flooded over Debby's body. She tried to back away, but her
trembling legs would not support her. She fell to the sofa.

Debby's thighs quaked as they fought against her will. They eventually,
if haltingly, parted, her pussy throbbing lightly. Images flickered
through her head of Susan lapping at her folds. She squeezed her eyes
shut and willed them away, but they would not be dislodged.

Melissa giggled. "It gets easier, you know, if I nudge things along
first. Like I did when I made you get off on Susan eating you out."

"Then ... th-then why ..."

"Why do I want more power? Because it has its limits. And it takes
time. And I am impatient. I have so much I want to do, and I don't want
to diddle around person by person. I want it all."

Debby panted hard, legs now spreading wide as her resistance grew
weaker. Her pussy ran hot and liquid. She struggled with the impulse to
touch her aching cunt, her hand sliding over her thigh.

"No more questions from you. And no touching yourself. Only Susan can
get you off. Now, let's go upstairs."



"Hi," said Heather.

"Um, hi," said Jason.

The two of them stood on the corner in awkward silence.

To Jason, it felt like it was the early summer again. Heather was the
raving beauty, unapproachable and unattainable, who took every
opportunity to tease him about his crush on her. He had felt both
excited and mortified in her presence. He had hoped never to encounter
her on the street, yet she had occupied his dreams every night.

For Heather, it was a little different. As much as she had been
repulsed by the idea of "Jason the Dweeb" having anything to do with
her, she had taken great pride in the fact that he was smitten with
her, and that she could exploit it for a cheap laugh when she was
bored.

Jason finally had to break the silence. "Um, okay, so you want to go
somewhere? The mall, maybe? Or the park? I could fetch my bike if you
want and ..."

"Jason, I know why Melinda put you up to this," Heather declared.

Jason paused for a long moment. "Um ... what ... what do you mean,
Heather?"

Heather smiled wanly. "I wormed it out of Melinda. What she really
wanted you to do."

"Oh."

Silence descended again. Jason shuffled his feet.

Heather stepped up to him. He looked into her eyes. "Look, Jason,
Melinda sort of pushed you into this, so ..."

"She didn't push me," Jason protested. "I mean, not a lot, anyway."

"Yes, she did. And she's pushing me as well."

Jason nodded. "So ... you don't want to do this?"

"Do you?"

Jason shifted his weight. "Um ... that's not a fair question, Heather.
Not from you or her."

Heather actually found this amusing and chuckled. "Jason, I think I
might be insulted if you stopped thinking I was, well, desirable."

Jason blinked in surprise.

Heather smiled more naturally. "Do you still find me desirable?"

Jason swallowed. This was hardly fair to ask of him. "Well ... um ...
yeah, I do ..."

Heather put a hand on his shoulder. Jason shivered and felt a familiar,
though confusing, stirring in his pants. Was he still that taken with
her such that a simple touch was enough to arouse him?

"Well, good, you should be," Heather said with a smirk. "I have a
reputation to maintain, you know."

It was clear that Heather had been joking. Nevertheless, Jason felt
another wave of heat come over him. An uncomfortable pressure grew in
his pants as his cock expanded.

"It's a little scary after the fact, knowing that I could have had you
do whatever I wanted if I promised you sex in return. Wow, I remember I
just had to touch you and you would ... " Heather trailed off and
looked oddly at him. "Jason, are you all right?"

"Yeah, sure, I'm fine," Jason said in a strained voice. "Um ...
Heather, do you want to do this?"

Heather paused. Now she was picking up on his excitement, both in his
voice and his eyes. "What, you mean you want to go through with this?"

"If you want to."

"Jason, you don't have to," Heather said in an urgent whisper. "Don't
feel forced to do this because of Melinda."

"I don't, really. I ... I really want to do this. With you. Please."

Heather stared at him. "Jason, what's going on? Why do you want to do
it with me all of a sudden?"

"Heather, I'm not sure myself, but ..."

Heather gasped and took a step back. "Oh no. I'm doing it to you. The
same thing I did to Melinda!"

Jason shook his head. Blushing, he glanced around before giving his
belt a sharp tug outward to let his cock spring into a more natural
position. Heather's eyes widened as she realized what he had just done.
"No, Heather, I don't think it's you. I don't feel like you're trying
to influence me, at least not directly."

"Are you sure?" Heather asked warily. "Please, don't try to spare my
feelings."

"I'm not. I don't know why I'm so ... t-turned on by you right now, but
...."

Heather's heart thumped. "Jason, are you feeling anything else?"

"Just that I want to do whatever you want me to do," said Jason in a
husky voice.

Heather's eyes widened. "This is crazy, Jason. This is not like you."

Ned's words came back to him from the phone conversation. Now something
was starting to make more sense to him. He could see more clearly what
was happening.

"Something is going on here, Heather," Jason said. He took a deep
breath. "Heather, let's talk about this later. I'm having trouble
thinking straight right now."

Heather did not want to admit it out loud, but seeing Jason like this
was arousing her. It was as if she were still excited at the idea of
controlling someone. Attempts to put it out of her mind were in vain.
It was just making her as excited as it did guilty.

"God, Jason, I feel like I'm taking advantage of you," Heather said,
though her voice was growing husky as well.

"You are. But ... I-I'm really turned on by that, too."

Heather didn't understand this. She knew this was not right, but Jason
was getting her too excited to want to stop.

"Jason, there's no place for us to go," Heather said desperately. "We
can't use your house or mine. Where ...?"

"I think I know someplace," said Jason. "If it won't disturb you ..."



Debby gasped as she stepped over the threshold of her daughter's room.

Susan lay on her bed, naked, writhing in torturous, denied pleasure.
Her legs were splayed, her hand over her wet pussy. Her fingers worked
her slit, stroking her swollen clit, impaling her cunt.

Susan's back arched as she strained near the edge again, tired and
aching fingers working her clit madly. She fell back, trembling and
whimpering pitifully as she was again denied release.

"What are you doing to her?!" Debby demanded, eyes wide with horror.

Melissa closed the door. "She's having a bit of trouble getting off,"
she explained casually. "Just like you would have downstairs if I let
you masturbate like you wanted to."

Debby turned her gaze back to her helpless daughter. As she stared, she
felt her desire rising again. She clenched her fists as the urge to
touch herself rose within her. Her eyes alighted on Susan's pussy.

She watched Susan's fingers moving against the needy, wet flesh, as if
fascinated by it. She trembled, her body flushed with growing lust. She
licked her lips. Suddenly, realizing what was happening, she gasped and
staggered, her back fetching up against the door with a loud thump.

Debby panted as the Darkness touched her mind again. It seemed to slide
into her with greater ease. Her attempts to push back meant nothing to
it.

Melissa grinned. "I told you it gets easier, didn't I? I can barely
feel any resistance from you."

Debby groped for the doorknob, but her fingers slid from it as if
sapped of all their strength. Her eyes smoldered with dark desire.

"Doesn't her pussy look delicious?" Melissa cooed.

Debby clung hard to a last remaining tendril of willpower in her head,
but it only became worse. She sucked in her breath suddenly, eyes
growing wide, then let it go as a moan as her pussy throbbed in soft
orgasm.

"Don't make me break you!" Melissa snapped. "I can do much worse than
this!"

Debby fell to her knees, panting, her cunt still pulsing in constant
climax.

"That's better. Feels so good, doesn't it? Just like it would to lick
your daughter's twat. Even she would like it."

"Uhhn ... please, Mom, eat me out ..." Susan moaned. "Oh please ...
lick my pussy ... make me cum ... "

"Y-you're making her say that," Debby breathed. At the same time,
however, she started to crawl across the floor towards the bed.

"Doesn't make you want it any less," Melissa commented.

Debby heard her daughter's moans and pleas, sending more waves of
pleasure crashing through her body. It overwhelmed every sensibility
she had. She moved out of her own need as much as at Melissa's bidding.

She shed her robe as she climbed on the bed. Panting heavily, she
crawled between Susan's legs. Susan drew her hand up and spread her
pussy lips, exposing the wet and swollen pinkness of her folds. "Lick
me, Mom, please ... make me cum ..."

Debby's trembling hands slid along Susan's thighs. Susan whimpered and
shuddered. Debby stared at Susan's cunt, eyes holding both desire and
despair. She wanted to taste Susan very badly. Her orgasm had stopped,
but she knew it would start up again the moment she tasted.

"Now, Mrs. Radson," Melissa said as she stepped up to the bed. "You get
a chance to redeem yourself, and maybe I won't make you do this. Maybe
I'll take back your lust. Maybe I'll remove Susan's, so you can go back
to being just mother and daughter instead of sex-starved lezzies in
heat. Tell me, Mrs. Radson, how I can find the book?"

Debby hesitated. She had not expected the question to be phrased that
way. "I don't ..."

"No, I don't accept an 'I don't know'! You said your mother hid the
book. You said you don't know where. But there must be a way to find
it. People hide things with the intent on finding them again later."

"N-no, Melissa ... she didn't want a-anyone to find it, she ..."

"Then why didn't she destroy it? If she didn't want anyone to have it,
that would make more sense, wouldn't it?"

Debby squirmed, her pussy straining. Susan continued to beg softly for
her mother's mouth. Debby moaned, trying to both pull herself away and
dive forward at the same time. "I don't know ... she didn't tell me
that ... please, Melissa, /I don't know!/"

"You know something!" Melissa shouted. "I can see it! I can sense
something you're not telling me! Fine, you don't know where it is, but
you know how to find it!"

Debby whimpered, shaking with the effort to restrain herself.

"/Tell me!/"

Debby panted hard. She was so horny that it was almost painful. Her
sense of self felt as precarious as a house of cards. The more she
resisted, the worse it got. Her whole psyche would be consumed if she
did not relent.

"The pendant ... it shares a connection with the book ... it can tell
you if the book is being touched ... or is being read ... you can ...
s-see through the eyes of one reading it ..."

"A connection," Melissa repeated, absently curling her fingers around
the pendant. "Yes, I understand. But I don't sense anything. All this
connection of yours tells me is that the book has not been found by
anyone. How does this help me find it?"

"Melissa, please! That's all I know! I don't know anything else!"

Tears dripped from Debby's eyes and onto the bed between Susan's
thighs.

Melissa's eyes blazed. Again, more tantalizing knowledge, more teasers,
more enticements, but nothing concrete. She was no further to her goal
than when she had started. This had been a waste of time and energy.
/Her/ energy. And she had little to spare.

But what angered her most of all was that Debby was still hiding
something from her. Something she was so frightened of revealing that
she would rather take the chance of additional torture than reveal it.
Melissa was not sure how she sensed it. It was almost as if it were
being whispered in her ear, as if someone else knew and was trying to
alert her.

Her fingers gripped the pendant more tightly. "Fine. Enjoy."

Debby's next protest was muffled by Susan's pussy.

Debby shuddered as she throbbed again, hips writhing madly. She moaned
and whimpered as she buried her face in Susan's mound, licking and
sucking with wild abandon. Susan uttered a shrill cry as she came, her
cunt convulsing in overpowering orgasm.

"That's it, Mrs. Radson," Melissa said. "Keep eating her out. And by
the time you two are done, you'll be really nice pussy-slaves for each
other. But don't worry, Susan can teach you to sixty-nine. She's had a
lot of practice at it already."

Debby moaned piteously, but could not make herself stop. Her daughter's
pussy was delicious, and she simply could not get enough. She loved
hearing Susan moan in such pleasure. And she would be so looking
forward to Susan licking her in return.

At the same time, her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Melissa smiled humorlessly. "And don't worry. Before I go, I'll make
sure your loving husband will never find out about this. He'll just be
oblivious to your moans of pleasure each time you go at each other."

She turned and left the room.



"Uhhn ... Oh Jesus ... ohh! ..."

Heather squirmed in the tall grasses, just down a small embankment from
an empty, weed-filled lot. She let out a gasp as Jason's fingers sunk
deeply into her cunt, her nipple sucked into his mouth at the same
time.

/How did he get this good?!/ Heather thought wildly as she panted.

She felt very envious of her sister. Jason had been pretty good at the
House, but he had developed his own skill since then. She now
understood why Melinda got so upset when they couldn't have sex as
often as she wanted.

Jason's lips squeezed Heather's nipple, his tongue lashing at it inside
his mouth. Heather uttered a whimpering moan, her legs parting wider.
When he slipped a third finger into her tight pussy, she gasped and
clutched at him. "Oh /God!/"

Jason shivered with both excitement at pleasing her, and his own yet
unsatisfied arousal. His cock pulsed with his heartbeat, a drop
occasionally oozing out and dripping to the ground. For the moment,
however, even as much as his cock ached, nothing mattered more to him
than Heather's pleasure.

Heather had been wary about the place Jason had chosen for their tryst.
He had taken her to the little cul-de-sac where the House used to
stand. Now it was reduced to a bare lot covered in weeds and detritus.
Behind the lot, the ground sloped towards a small stream and a thick
copse of trees. There was a spot hidden from both the road on one side
and the greenbelt on the other.

Being this close to where the House once stood had spooked her, but
Jason was able to quickly make her forget her fears.

Jason had reduced her to a quivering mass, writhing on the clothing she
had laid out to protect her from the roughness of the ground. It was
not until that point that she realized how badly she had needed sexual
contact. She knew she had become more highly sexed since the House, but
now it was as if sex were a necessity instead of merely a pleasant
activity.

Suddenly she wished she had thought to bring a condom with her.

Jason's fingers slowed and he lifted his head from her breast. Heather
fell limp for a moment, looking at him in mild disappointment. But it
took only a few seconds for her to realize what he was going to do.

"Oh my God ... ohh ... oh, /yeah!/"

Jason's tongue swirled around her clit, teasing the little swollen knob
until she was panting heavily, her body quivering with rocketing
pleasure. He lapped at her clit with an eagerness that astonished her,
and a skill that excited her.

His lips closed around her clit, his mouth pressing into her folds. He
sucked at her hard and licked furiously.

"Oh God! Oh God! ... ohhh! ... Jason, I-I'm going to ... uhh! ...
/ohhhh!!/"

She arched her back sharply as a jet of hot fluid spurted from her
pussy. It splashed hard against Jason's face with a single, distinctive
wet sound. Heather gasped as her pussy throbbed, her hips trying to
buck with the force of her orgasm.

Jason carefully eased off, licking her gently to prolong her climax
before drawing back, her cum dripping from his cheeks.

Heather fell limp, her head lolling to one side. "Oh. My. God."

"You said that the last time, too," Jason commented with a small smile.

Heather laughed weakly as she slowly sat up, her pussy aching in sweet,
post-orgasmic afterglow. "Melinda is /so/ goddamn lucky, the little
snot."

"I hope that meant you enjoyed it."

"Enjoyed it? /Enjoyed it?/ Jason, stand up and get the hell over here,
and I'll show you how much I enjoyed it."

As soon as Jason had risen to his feet, Heather drew herself up on her
knees. She grabbed his cock in her hands the moment he was close
enough.

Jason uttered a husky sigh that became a loud gasp when Heather wrapped
her lips around his swollen, purplish cock.

"Oh man ..." Jason groaned as Heather's head bobbed back and forth.
Heather's own skill was considerable as well. She had been doing this
for her boyfriend Brad for some time before the House.

He could not help but recall when she had done it for him the first
time. Jason had put her under his control largely without even really
thinking about it, and, ironically, at Melinda's urging. Heather had
been so incensed by it afterward that she "got back" at them by making
them have sex with each other. It had not turned out to be quite the
retribution that she had hoped.

Heather tilted her head up, stroking him hard with her tongue each time
she drew back. Jason panted heavily, his pleasure rising fast with each
back stroke, then easing off when she slid forward again. Each time he
climbed a little higher, Heather pumping his cock a bit faster.

Jason's hands clenched, and he strained harder with each stroke until
he exploded in Heather's mouth. He threw his head back as his cock
throbbed. Heather sucked him deep inside and squeezed him with her
tongue. She drew back, wriggling her tongue against the sensitive spot
under the head, milking as much from him as possible.

Jason was panting and weak by the time Heather let him fall from her
mouth and swallowed. She licked her lips and smiled up at him.

"Wow ... thanks ..." Jason breathed.

"Well, I wasn't going to leave you like that," Heather said with a
smirk. "And you would've let me, too, wouldn't you?"

"Huh?"

"If I hadn't said anything, you wouldn't have pushed it. You would've
let it go."

Jason said nothing for a long moment. "I don't know," he finally
answered.

Heather stood up and picked up her clothes. She shook them to get the
dirt out of them. "I think you would have. And, Jason, that was really
fantastic, what you just did for me, but ... but I don't remember you
being this accommodating. This /submissive/. I really think something's
happened."

Jason sighed and retrieved his clothes. "Yeah, I guess you're right.
But I don't know where it came from, Heather, I really don't."

Heather slipped on her underwear. "Maybe we should talk about this at
the next meeting."

"You may be waiting awhile, then. I have no clue yet as to where we can
hold our next one."

"Well, we have to figure this out. I mean, you can't go around acting
like this forever. This is why Melinda has been getting away with
murder lately, isn't it?"

Jason didn't reply. Heather fell silent as well until they were both
dressed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get on Melinda's case," Heather said
softly.

"No, forget it. In fact, I want you to tell me anytime I do seem to be
letting Melinda get her way." Jason found it easier to talk in a less
deferring manner now that his sexual urges had been satisfied. "But
just don't get too upset with her. It's me that's at fault."

Heather would have disputed that. In her view, Melinda was clearly
taking advantage of the situation. But she held her tongue, not wishing
to upset him further. "All right, I promise. Maybe get Cassie to do the
same."

"Yeah, I think she noticed as well. Um, all right ... you want to go
grab some lunch, then?"

Heather grinned. "You're not afraid of the gossip we might generate?"

"Not with you being one of the main gossipers in Haven. I figured you
would help filter it."

Heather blinked in surprise, then burst out laughing. Jason gave her a
small smile, glad that his statement was taken as the joke that it had
been intended.

"Let's get some lunch then, you dweeb," Heather said with a wry grin.
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