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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: 12 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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The wind tore at them as soon as they exited the limo, whipping strands
of hair before their faces. Cassie's still neatly-coiffed curls
suffered the least, but she too was constantly trying to toss her head
to keep them out of her eyes. Melinda's long, straight hair suffered
the most, and she softly cursed every few seconds. Diane finally handed
her a hair tie, one of which she had already used to draw her own long
hair into a makeshift pony tail.

"Thanks," Melinda said, though she muttered one last curse, since she
hated ponytails.

"At least it's not raining anymore," Cassie commented, trying to
prevent Melinda from complaining further.

Melinda squinted up at the sky. Clouds sailed past, bits of blue
appearing and disappearing among the white. Occasionally the sun broke
through and brilliantly shone, only to fade quickly a few seconds later
to no more than a hazy splotch.

Cassie returned to the limo. The window slid open as she approached.
"Harry, the girls and I will be spending some time in the park. Feel
free to go on break for an hour if you wish."

"Thank you, Miss Kendall," said Harry with unfailing politeness.
"Please call on the cell phone if you need me."

Cassie nodded and stepped back as the window closed. Harry pulled away
from the curb and drove off.

Heather stared in disbelief, then looked at Cassie. "I thought you
never could get him to leave."

"Yeah, he's always hanging around waiting for you," Melinda piped.

Cassie smiled. "This is the one section of town where my parents don't
worry about me being alone. This is ... well, the upscale part of
Haven."

"Jeez, you're not kidding," Diane said, looking around.

The street was lined with tall, majestic trees that glowed with autumn
color, interspersed with stands of bright green pines and beautiful
blue-tinged spruces. Huge facades of sprawling homes appeared in the
gaps between the trees, surrounded by lush, perfectly manicured lawns
and bushes, even this late into the season.

Just down the block was a low stone wall, broken by a wide opening with
a soaring arch. Beyond it lay fitted-stone paths winding about gently
rolling hills and thick stands of trees. An inscription atop the arch
read "Mesa View Park". Well beyond the park on the other side of the
river soared the distinct flattop of Haven Mesa.

"Oh, wow, what a view!" Melinda said, pointing.

"You should see it from there looking back," said Cassie.

Melinda whirled around. "/That's/ the mesa you live on??"

Heather rolled her eyes. "And how many mesas do you count, runt? Where
else would she be but that one?"

Melinda frowned, but her cheeks blushed faintly.

"Cassie, why did you tell your driver we'd be going to the park?" Diane
asked.

"Well, I had to have some sort of cover story," said Cassie.

"Oh, so we're not really going there?"

"We are, actually. We, um, have to come at the place from the back."

Melinda raised an eyebrow. "From the back? Why?"

Cassie gave them a guilty look. "I, uh, haven't quite told you
everything about this. We better get going while we can and I'll try to
explain ..."

"Cassie, I asked you before if this was dangerous and you said no. You
weren't lying to me, were you?"

"No, Melinda, I wasn't," Cassie said, though her cheeks glowed pink.
"But I'm actually not completely sure about this place. Let's go, and
I'll explain along the way ..."



Jason pedaled as if he were chasing the devil himself.

The rush of air knifed the cold into him through his open jacket, and
the sudden shift of the wind through intersections threatened to dump
him onto the pavement. The breeze had scoured most of the moisture from
the streets, yet as he approached the cross-street to Miss Davis' home,
he sent up a spray of water as he plowed through a low spot in the
asphalt.

Jason pulled on the brake and slowed to make the turn onto the other
street. He was not sure this was the right thing to do, but he had no
other options. She wouldn't listen to him at school, so maybe she would
listen to him at home.

Cassie had reported that Richie had argued about something briefly with
Miss Davis, and that she had appeared anxious and concerned. That had
been a good sign that Jason had gotten through to her, though he was
concerned that she would let it slip that he had talked to her. But if
this had happened, Richie had given no sign of it on the bus ride home.

Cassie had not heard anything about them meeting after school. Jason
had to assume that Richie was going to do so anyway, and that it would
be at approximately the same time.

Jason shuddered to a stop at the fence outside Miss Davis' home. He
paused to catch his breath before he dismounted. He looked at his
watch. Richie would be along in twenty minutes if he kept to the same
schedule. Jason had wanted to be here earlier so he could get away in
time, but his mother had had another errand for him to run.

He sighed. It was now or never.

He chained his bike to the fence and hurried up the walk. He hesitated
only a second before ringing the doorbell.

Jason heard running feet approaching the door. It opened, and Linda's
slightly breathless voice began, "You're early, Richie, I only just
finished ..."

She froze in mid-sentence, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open.

Jason stared as well, and was suddenly at a total loss for words.

Linda was standing there in nothing more than a thin robe of shiny,
satin-like material. It clung to the shapely curve of her hips, the
bottom edge swirling about her thighs as the breeze blew in through the
open door. The wind picked up briefly, wrapping the robe around her
slim waist. The cold made her nipples stand out against the fabric. The
sash was loose, a narrow slit open nearly to her waist, barely hiding
her breasts from view.

Linda huffed, yanked the robe closed over her bosom, and started to
close the door.

Jason's throat finally unlocked. "Please, Miss Davis, let me talk to
you for a minute! Please!"

Linda stopped. Her fingers tightened around the doorknob. She swallowed
hard.

"You're expecting Richie, right? He's going to be here soon, isn't he?"

Linda drew in a deep breath and let it go as a sigh, part exasperated
and part sultry. "All right, Mr. Conner, yes, he's going to be here.
Are you satisfied?"

Jason was overcome for a moment and didn't know what to do. He felt
uncomfortable looking at his teacher in this state of undress.

"You better go. I-I don't know if Richie would like you being here."

"Miss Davis, can I talk to you for a few minutes? Please? Then I'll
go."

Linda's face appeared to run a gamut of emotions. Jason thought he saw
anger one moment and desperation the next. Her eyes were unmistakable,
though. They exuded a growing lustful anticipation. Jason felt vaguely
ashamed to see it in a teacher.

He realized it was ridiculous. Teachers were human beings and had the
same urges and needs as anyone else. But he had trouble wrapping his
brain around the concept at the moment.

Linda gestured curtly and stepped aside. She closed the door behind him
as soon as he was inside. "I don't see what this is going to
accomplish, Mr. Co ... Jason ... What good is this going to do? Are you
going to stand there and tell me this is wrong?"

Jason was not sure. He had not planned anything beyond getting her to
talk to him. The rest he was making up as he went along. "Miss Davis,
Richie controlled you a few weeks ago, didn't he?"

Linda drew her robe more tightly around her. She turned away from him
and lowered her eyes. "How do you ... why do you think that, Jason? Why
do you think Richie did something like that to me?"

"It was like I said earlier. It happened to other people, too. Mostly
students."

"And ... a-and they did the same thing? Made people into slaves?"

"Yes, that's right."

Linda whirled around. "How? How did this ... supposedly happen?"

Jason didn't have time to go into a long explanation. "Miss Davis, I
promise to tell you the whole story later. It's kind of involved."

Linda looked annoyed but nodded. "Is it still happening now?"

"No, it was stopped. I mean, at least no one is being completely
controlled."

"And what does this have to do with me, Jason?" Linda asked, a trace of
defiance in her voice. "If this was supposedly stopped, why come to me
about it?"

"There may be some effect lingering afterward, Miss Davis. That's why I
wanted to talk to you. I wanted to know if Richie is making you do
things for him."

Linda's jaw tightened, and she fixed him with a hard stare.

Jason wanted to cringe. "Look, Miss Davis, I'm not making any
judgments. If you and Richie are doing this because you want to, it's
none of my business and I won't mention anything to anyone ..."

"I don't know," Linda said.

"Huh?"

Linda placed a hand on her cheek and sighed slowly. "You asked me if I
want this. /I don't know./ But he wants it. And ... when he wants it, I
want it. That's all I really know."

"But when you're alone, do you still want it?"

Linda paused, her eyes shifting, a veil of embarrassment drifting over
her face.

"Okay, you don't have to tell me that ..."

Linda uttered a short, humorless laugh. "I might as well, Jason, I have
very little modesty -- or dignity -- left."

/Thanks to Richie,/ Jason thought, seething silently. /Way to go, you
asshole./

"I guess I do want it, in a way. A stupid fantasy. I was being ironic
when I mentioned earlier about teachers that have sex with their
students." She gave Jason an earnest look. "But I never did it, Jason.
Not before Richie. God, I came close a few times. But I stopped myself.
And then Richie ... h-he did whatever he did to me ..."

"I'm sorry," Jason blurted. "I'm really sorry this happened. Maybe we
stopped it sooner ..."

"But how did he do it, Jason? How? How did he get that ... that power?
And why is it still working on me? Do I really want it myself or is
that what he did to me? I mean, I want it now. I'm ... I-I'm getting
excited just thinking about it. About him. But I can't tell if they're
my own feelings anymore."

"Do you want this to stop? Do you want /him/ to stop?"

Stricken, Linda looked at him helplessly, her eyes glistening. "/I
don't know./"

The more he listened to Miss Davis, the more upset he got with Richie.
Did he not know what he was doing to her? Did he even care? Towards the
end of the crisis with Nyssa, she had used the original four Harbingers
like puppets. It had been a frightening and terrible experience for all
of them. Had Richie forgotten so quickly what that was like?

This wasn't right. It wasn't fair to Miss Davis. Even if she did want
this arrangement, she had to be allowed the right to decide for
herself.

"Miss Davis, maybe we ..."

The doorbell rang.

"That's Richie," Linda said in a voice of both fear and lust.

Jason looked towards the door, his eyes hard.

"I have to answer it," Linda said.

The doorbell rang. And again. And again.

Jason had made no effort to hide his bike. He had hoped to get lucky
and get this conversation done before Richie had arrived. But now, in a
way, he almost wanted the confrontation. His own anger and frustration
had finally reached critical mass and had nowhere else to go.

"Go ahead and answer it," Jason said, an edge to his voice.



"Cassie, I don't think this ... ouch! ... this is such a good idea
anymore," said Melinda. She rubbed the back of her hand where the sharp
needles from a low-hanging spruce branch had grazed her.

"Oh, will you fucking stop complaining already?" Heather snapped. She
wrinkled her nose as her sneaker sank into a patch of mud hidden under
the blanket of spent aspen leaves.

"What the fuck, Heather?! This is the first time I've said anything!"

Heather sighed in exasperation. Melinda was right, but it was easier to
be angry with her sister than deal with her other feelings. "Okay,
fine, whatever ..."

"I'm sorry, but I think Melinda's right, it's a mess back here," Diane
said.

Cassie tried not to lose her nerve and continued plodding onward
through the foliage along the edge of the greenbelt. There was a faint
smell of moisture to the air as the wind blew off the river. "It's not
going to be this way all the time, you know. It's only because it was
raining this morning."

"Yeah, and when it snows?" Melinda piped. She tripped on a piece of
deadwood and stumbled. In her anger, she spun around and kicked it,
sending it into Heather's leg.

"Ow! You little idiot," Heather grumbled.

"Then pick up your big feet, bubblehead!"

"Big feet? Yeah, like yours are so dainty and ladylike, huh?"

"At least they're not as ugly as yours."

"And how would you know? You got some weird kink for feet or
something?"

"/I do not!/"

Cassie rolled her eyes. She wondered if they realized how stupid they
sounded. Or maybe they did, if they'd rather do this than address the
real issue between them.

"Please, cut it out, all right?" Diane said in annoyance. "Melinda,
stop being a brat."

"/What?!/" Melinda screeched, causing the others to wince. "Shut up,
Diane! You can't say that shit to me anymore! You ..."

Cassie stopped and turned. The others nearly ran into her. "Please,
stop it. We're right behind the house next door to the one we're after.
You want the neighbors to know we're skulking around back here?"

"Well, I didn't think we were going to have to sneak in," Melinda
muttered indignantly.

"All I know is what's on the letter that Jason got."

"Why isn't /he/ doing this? Why did we have to come out here?"

Cassie was going to repeat the line that she had used before, that she
wanted to do a favor for Jason, but she realized that was wearing thin.
Heather and Diane now looked expectantly at her as well. They all knew
now that Cassie had some other motive.

She sighed. "All right. I wanted to talk to all of you away from the
rest of the group. I have something important to discuss. Please, don't
make me explain any more out here. Let's get to the house first."

The three exchanged a look. Melinda just folded her arms and sighed
dramatically, but she said no further words of protest.

Heather exchanged one more look with Diane before she turned to Cassie.
"Cassie, you've never steered us wrong before, so we'll trust you.
Sorry I flew off the handle with the runt here."

Melinda glared at her big sister, but it quickly became more
conciliatory.

Cassie relaxed. "Thank you. I promise to explain everything once we get
there and check the place out."

They moved in relative silence now, save for the occasional curse or
grunt of frustration from Melinda. Cassie felt a bit guilty. She was
not worried about getting her clothes or herself dirty. With as many
servants as her parents had, she would be cleaned, groomed, and once
again perfectly coiffed before her parents saw her again. She knew the
others didn't have that luxury.

A privacy fence rose up along the side of the greenbelt, smothered by
thick vines. The leaves varied from dusky crimson to rust in hue.

"I'm not climbing that!" Melinda piped.

"I don't think you'll have to," Cassie said. "These places usually have
a ... there it is."

There was a gap in the vines. As they approached it, they could see
that it was a gate.

"It's closed," said Melinda.

"Thank you, Miss Obvious," Heather muttered.

Diane, the tallest of the four, stepped up to the gate and rose on her
toes, peering over the top. "It's just a latch on the other side.
There's no lock."

"Well, I think that means that whoever sent Jason the note was
serious," Cassie said. "They usually keep those locked."

"To keep out the riff-raff from the greenbelt, right?" Diane said with
a smirk.

"Well, pretty much. It's for the convenience of the homeowner to be
able to walk right onto the greenbelt. Anyway, we need a way to unlatch
that."

"I'll do it."

Then to everyone's surprise, Diane vaulted up the fence, scrambled over
the top, and came down on the other side, seemingly in one smooth,
liquid movement.

There was a click and a squeak of a wet hinge, and the gate swung open.

Diane blushed when the others stared at her. "I, uh, do a lot of hiking
in the mountains with my parents during the summer. My Mom always
prefers the really primitive back country trails."

Heather grinned. "No wonder you stay so thin."

Diane smiled, and tried to ignore the tingle in her sex. Heather looked
into Diane's eyes for a lingering moment before awkwardly turning away,
her skin flushed.

Melinda gave them an odd look. "What's with ...?"

"Let's get to the house," Cassie said loudly.

The back yard was nothing like any Heather, Melinda, or Diane had ever
seen. A rather large marble fountain dominated the center. It had been
drained of water, holding only what had collected from the rain. Golden
aspen leaves littered the bottom. From either side a line of boulders
marched with regular precision towards the ends of the property.

Cassie turned to the right and counted out to the third boulder. "Help
me look for the key, it's supposed to be around here."

"Here it is!" Melinda called out a few minutes later.

Cassie took the key from her. She looked around. Tall junipers lined
either side of the lot, hiding them from view from the neighbors. "All
right, let's try to be quiet. I don't think anyone is really supposed
to know that we're here."

She led them to the back porch. Melinda gawked at it with obvious envy.
It was easily larger than the Sovert living room. Cassie walked
straight to the back door and tried the key. It worked easily, the door
opening for her. She bid everyone to enter quickly.

Like the porch, everything inside seemed obscenely huge. They stood in
a kitchen as large as any that might grace a restaurant. As Cassie
closed the door, an astonished Melinda turned to her. "Cassie, is your
place like this??"

Cassie looked embarrassed. "Um ... actually, ours is larger ... Anyway,
we better leave our shoes here, so we don't tread dirt everywhere."

"Shouldn't we check to make sure no one is home?" Diane said in a low
voice.

"I think they would have heard us by now," Heather commented.

"Oh sure, she makes an obvious comment and you don't get on her case!"
Melinda piped.

Cassie slipped out her shoes first and peeked into the dining room. The
only sound was a gentle, mellow ticking from a large grandfather clock
in the living room beyond.

"It's okay, I'm pretty sure we're alone," Cassie said.

Diane glanced nervously at Heather for a moment before going up to
Cassie. "Are you sure no one can overhear us here? No one's listening
in on us?"

"I'm ... pretty sure, Diane."

Cassie had done as much research as she possibly could after her phone
call to Jason. She had found out everything there was to know about
Reggie and his house. She even had her driver stop briefly by Reggie's
office downtown just so she could get a look at some of his associates.
Not one Aura was to be seen.

She even asked them about Reggie's trip. There was nothing suspicious
about its purpose or timing. It turned out that she had seen him barely
two days before he had left for his trip. She did not recall seeing an
Aura on him.

As far as she could tell, the house was safe.

Diane looked back to Heather for a moment, who was arguing with Melinda
again. "I just want to make sure anything that's said here ... well ...
stays private."

Cassie nodded. "Yes, Diane, don't worry, please. I mean, even Melinda
wouldn't ..."

"Shut up, Heather, I want to see more of this place!" Melinda said,
practically bouncing in her enthusiasm. She came up to Cassie. "I
wouldn't what?"

Diane turned away as Cassie said, "Nothing, Melinda. Let's go into the
living room and we can talk."



Jason watched Linda approach the door. Suddenly her walk became
provocative, her hips swaying from side to side. He heard her utter a
slow, lusty sigh as she reached for the doorknob, and her voice was
husky when she spoke. "Richie, I'm glad to see you again. I'm already
so wet for ... "

Richie pushed past Linda, surprising her so much that she stumbled and
nearly fell. Only by clutching the doorknob did she manage to prevent a
fall. He barreled into the room, stopping just a few steps short of
Jason. He stared at his friend in shock and anger, his mouth open. His
hands curled into fists.

Behind him, Linda swallowed and closed the door. "Richie, I'm sorry.
Don't be angry, please, he ..."

"/What the flying FUCK are you doing here?!/" Richie bellowed.

Jason had not counted on any confrontation with Richie inside Linda's
house. He had hoped if it happened at all that it would be outside.
There was no reason to drag Miss Davis into the altercation.

And outside, he would have had a chance to run away if Richie became
violent.

"This isn't what it you think it is, okay?!" Richie shouted before
Jason could reply. "You don't know Jack /SHIT/ of what's goin' on!"

Jason tried to keep his voice as calm as possible. It was difficult. As
much as he feared Richie and what he could do with his fists, his sheer
anger at Richie towered far above it. "Fine, maybe I don't," he said in
clipped tones. "Enlighten me."

Richie frowned. "Huh? Talk normal for once, you fucking nerd!"

"Tell me your side of it. Tell me why you're doing this to Miss Davis."

"I'm not doin' nuthin' to her!" He spun around. Linda flinched. "Go on!
Tell him! Tell him about your fantasy about me! Tell him how you
frigged yourself silly over me!"

Linda's blushed scarlet.

"She did tell me, Richie," Jason said. "She admitted to me she had a
fantasy."

"Then what's the problem? What's the big fucking deal?!"

Jason started losing his patience. "I've explained this to you before!
Several times! Not all fantasies are meant to be played out. There's a
reason they're called 'fantasies,' Richie! They're not real!"

"/Bullshit!/" Richie screamed, spittle flying from his mouth, his eyes
wild. "It's real! She felt it! She wanted it!"

"She doesn't know if she wants it, you made the decision for her!"

Richie balled his hands into fists and he raised them threateningly.
Jason's heart pounded, but he did not back down. Richie slowly lowered
his arms, but kept his hands tightly clenched. Without taking his eyes
from Jason, he said, "Linda, you want it, doncha? You wanna be fucked
nice and good, right?"

Jason blanched at the bluntness of Richie's language. Linda uttered
another husky, needful sigh. One of her hands tried to slip under her
robe. She withdrew it hastily, blushing again. "Y-yes, Richie ..."

"You're horny right now. For me. Just for me."

Linda swallowed. "Uhhn ... yes ..."

"You want me fuckin' that wet cunt of yours, right?"

Linda leaned against the door, panting. "Yes ... oh God, yes ..."

"Stop it!" Jason shouted. "She's only responding to it because you're
saying it."

"What the fuck, Jason?! You sayin' no girl can be turned on by me? You
think all the girls go for is freaky nerds like you?! Not ever girl's
as desperate as whiny Melinda!"

Jason nearly exploded, but managed to control himself. He reminded
himself that Richie was just trying to bait him.

"Richie, please ... /please/ listen to me," Jason said, forcing himself
not to shout. "You took control of Linda when ..."

"That was before! I'm not ...!"

"I know! Please! Hear me out! I'm not going to rehash that, okay? I'm
just stating what happened. You took control of her, and then we all
were freed from Nyssa. But remember what Nyssa said ..."

Richie jabbed his finger at Jason. "I know what /you/ think she said."

Jason ignored him. "Something from Nyssa lingered. You have some
leftover influence over Miss Davis. Richie, /it's not your fault./ You
didn't ask for that. It's just a consequence of ..."

"Maybe I didn't want it to go."

Jason fell silent.

"Yeah, that's right. Maybe I wanted to keep something over her. Come
on, Jason, look at her. /Look at her!/ She's so hot ..."

Jason looked past Richie. Miss Davis had slid to the floor, one hand
slowly working her pussy, the other fondling a breast. He quickly
looked away. "That's not a reason to keep someone in this state. It's
not fair to her."

Richie bit his lower lip. He didn't know what to say. The conflict that
had plagued him earlier that day came back to haunt him.

"You keep saying she wanted it," continued Jason. "Do you really know?
Can you honestly say she would want it if she had her own mind
completely to herself?"

"C'mon, Jason," Richie said, his voice having turned from anger to
begging. "C'mon. Don't do this to me. Don't do this to your friend."

Jason's eyes widened, then narrowed in sudden, escalating fury. His own
hands curled into fists.

"Have a heart, man. I'm your pal. Can't you understand? Can't you ..."

Jason suddenly surged forward and shoved Richie hard in the chest.
Taken completely by surprise, Richie stumbled, his arms pinwheeling
before he fell with a loud thump to the floor.

"/Don't you DARE talk to me about friendship!/" Jason screamed. "What
the fuck do you know about friendship?! You were part of the
Harbingers! You were part of a team! You know about teams, don't you?
Everyone does their part! And what the hell have you done?! Right when
we needed you, when Nyssa was trying to take over the school, your
fucking walked right into her arms! /Where the HELL do you get off
saying ANYTHING about friendship?!/"

Behind him, Linda had stopped and was staring at the two of them. She
trembled, as if she wanted to take action, but she had no idea what to
do.

Richie rose to his feet. He shot a look of pure venom at Jason, though
his eyes were cloudy. He wanted to hurl something back at Jason, but no
words would come to him. With Nyssa, his argument had been that there
was no point in fighting it. It was too big to be fought. They just
couldn't win against it.

But now the argument rang hollow. Richie was angry, but some of it was
directed at himself. He couldn't handle that, and it came out directed
at Jason instead.

"Maybe I could say something about friendship if you bothered to lift a
fucking finger for my Mom!" Richie roared.

Jason cast a stony gaze in return. "That's not fair."

"Like /HELL/ it's not!"

"You think I like the idea that there was nothing that we could do?"

"You didn't even try! How the fuck could you know if you didn't even
try?!"

Jason didn't want to talk about this. He already felt guilty enough
about it, but he was sure that he had been right in the end. There
hadn't been anything that they could do. They didn't have the knowledge
or resources. No sooner than they had stopped reeling from the House
when Nyssa struck. And now it was only a little over two weeks after
that, and they had Melissa to deal with. They hadn't had a break.

"I told you over and over again, Richie. My own Dad is affected, too.
You think I would have refused to help your Mom if ..."

"Oh, spare me your sob story about your father!"

Jason blanched. "What??"

"He walked into it himself! You said so! He went over on his own! He's
no better than I was!"

"SHUT UP!" Jason screamed. "SHUT UP ABOUT HIM!"

Jason moved as if he were about to hit Richie when Linda suddenly
called out, "Boys, stop!"

The two of them turned towards her.

Linda was on her feet, her robe closed. She was still panting from her
arousal, but her eyes looked more lucid than they had a few moments
ago. Jason glared at her, as if daring her to explain why she was
interrupting them. He quickly relented, and instead shot a murderous
glare at Richie.

"Please ... I don't want to be the cause of this ..." Linda said in a
shaky voice.

"Miss Davis, I'm sorry," Jason said contritely. "I didn't mean to let
this get ..."

"Still horny for me, babe?" Richie said.

Linda blinked. "Wh-what?"

"Still horny? Nice and wet?"

Linda swallowed. "P-please, Richie ... "

"Just can't wait for my cock, can ya?"

Linda moaned and trembled, her arousal spiking again. She squeezed her
legs together, her pussy throbbing softly.

Jason gave Richie another shove, though this time Richie stood his
ground. He raised a fist. "Don't do it, man. Just don't."

Jason sighed and shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm not. I'm through.
That's it. So long, Richie."

He started towards the door.

"What, that's it?" Richie demanded. "What the hell?"

Jason turned around. "What more do you want? You like sparring with me?
Too bad. There's no point. You don't care. So I don't, either."

"What? You kicking me out or something?"

Jason paused, then slowly nodded. "Yeah. I guess I am. You don't want
to be in it anyway. So you're out. Now you don't have to figure out how
to pronounce it right."

Richie just stared. He was again at a loss for words. He knew he
shouldn't care. He never was as involved as the others. But it felt
bad. He lost something when Jason said he was out. He couldn't figure
out exactly what it was, but it felt important.

Jason looked past him. "Miss Davis, I'm terribly sorry I couldn't help
you after all. I guess I failed again."

"It's ... it's all right," Linda said softly, her voice still filled
with lust, but her eyes glistening with sadness. "Please ... it will be
all right ..."

Jason wished he could believe that, but he wasn't sure of anything
anymore. He just nodded and headed out the door.



"/I am not!/" Melinda exploded.

"Oh yes you are!" Heather cried, mocking Melinda's own angry whine.
"You have him wrapped around your little finger!"

"Heather's right, Melinda," Diane said. "He always does whatever you
want him to do."

"Oh, shut up, Diane!" Melinda shouted. "You bubbleheads always stick
together, don't you?"

"Melinda, stop it," Heather snapped. "Stop thinking of yourself all the
time and just open your eyes."

"Yeah, you're one to talk! You made Jason stick it in you! You're the
one controlling him, not me! Just like you try to control me!"

"I'm trying hard not to!"

"Then who was the one that got me all horny again this morning?!"

"I didn't mean to!"

"You always say that. You always claim you don't mean to do anything to
me. I guess you didn't really mean to do all those nasty things to me
before the summer. You and Diane!"

"Melinda, that's enough," Cassie finally said.

Melinda's head whipped around. "Huh??"

Cassie took a deep breath. She was already irritated by how much
Melinda had gushed over the opulence of the living room before they
could get her to quiet down.

Though Cassie was used to such things. The living room was cavernous,
with a cathedral ceiling and a huge chandelier. The furniture was
ostentatious rather than functional. It was obviously a place for
entertaining others rather than sitting a family in comfort. Heather
and Diane sat together on a sofa that could easily hold two more
couples. Melinda sat in the large recliner like a queen on a throne.
Cassie had opted for the love seat.

Cassie turned to Melinda. "Melinda, do you consider me a friend?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I do!"

"Then will you listen to me as your friend?"

Melinda paused for a long moment, then nodded slowly.

"Melinda, you have to stop acting like everyone is picking on you,"
said Cassie.

Melinda's mouth dropped open. She gave Cassie a stricken look.

"I know Heather and Diane did it to you in the past. But they're not
doing it now, so you need to stop harping on them so much."

"But she's accusing me of controlling Jason!" Melinda whined.

"No, she didn't, Melinda, but you're saying that because /you're not
listening!/"

Melinda was so taken aback by the rebuke that all she could do was
stare. Cassie had never been this cross with her since they had renewed
their friendship in Nyssa's wake.

Cassie took another breath. "Melinda, what I said was that you're
influencing him without realizing it. And that's what Heather was
responding to."

"But that's the same thing as controlling," Melinda said, though her
voice was weak. "I mean ... isn't it?"

"No, it's not."

"Melinda, I was trying to explain this to you this morning," Heather
said in irritation. "And you didn't listen then, either."

"I did so! You ..."

"No, you didn't," Cassie said firmly. "Because she told you that Jason
was acting submissive. She didn't say anything about you controlling
him. You're not controlling him. But you're such a strong personality
that it's triggering his submissive streak whenever he's around you."

Melinda said nothing in reply. She folded her arms, looking indignant,
though there was some flicker of contriteness in her eyes.

"No one's blaming you for anything," Cassie said. "And Heather's not at
fault either."

"How can you say that, Cassie?" Melinda asked. There was a pleading
look to her eyes, as if she were begging for someone to support her
position. "After what Heather did with him?"

"That's a totally different issue," Cassie said. She looked at Heather.
"Isn't it?"

Heather smiled weakly. "Jason's been a regular kiss-and-tell, hasn't
he?"

Cassie managed a small smile in return, but she sensed the seriousness
to Heather's words. "He had to. This is going to tear the group apart
if we let it go."

"What are you talking about?" Melinda demanded.

Cassie looked over to Heather. Heather nodded and turned to Melinda.
"Jason thinks that this submissive streak of his is leftover from
Nyssa. And me ... she left me with something, too. I'm overly sexed."

"Huh. That's an understatement," Melinda muttered.

"The point is, it's out of her control," Cassie said.

"But it was never this bad until last week! So what happened? Melissa?"

Heather looked at Cassie with some alarm. Obviously this was something
Heather had not considered.

Cassie wished Jason was there, but quickly quelled this thought. Back
before everything had gone to hell with Nyssa, Jason had confided in
Cassie that he believed everyone was relying on him too much. He had
trusted her specifically with running the group if he had fallen. While
others may argue that Cassie had her moment, she still felt as if she
owed it to him to continue.

"I don't think it's Melissa. Heather, this didn't come on all at once,
did it?"

Heather shook her head. "No, it sort of built up over time. I mean, for
awhile I could ... uh ... take care of things myself ..."

Diane squirmed in her seat at the imagery that brought into her mind.

"But that didn't work so well after awhile ... and then Melinda ..."

"What about me?" Melinda demanded.

"You know what I'm talking about. I'm still attracted to you. I still
want to do it with you."

Diane swallowed. She squeezed her legs together.

Melinda's eyes shimmered. "Stop talking about that," she muttered, her
arms tightening around her.

"I can stop talking about it, but I can't stop thinking about it."

"And you're making me think about it!"

Diane gave them both a forlorn look. She wished Heather could somehow
transfer that attraction to her. It was driving her nuts knowing that
Melinda was resisting Heather's attentions, but she was willing and
available.

And she would have been perfectly willing to be "influenced" in the
same way that Melinda was. It made hearing them talk about it inflame
her unrequited desire to ever more frustrating levels.

Heather caught Diane's look and returned a guilty one of her own.

Cassie was picking up on the subtle clues between Heather and Diane.
She was a bit more perceptive of people's emotions than most, since she
knew her own so well. Jason had hinted at something between the two of
them, and it was looking to her like it was true.

Heather finally turned back to Melinda after trying to settle her
turbulent, conflicting emotions. "Melinda, Jason told me that he thinks
I'm acting out of this desire for you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Melinda piped.

"You keep refusing me, so the need just gets worse."

"And that's supposed to be my problem?"

Heather paused and sighed. She glanced at Diane again. "No, I guess
not. I just thought you might want to help me."

Melinda stared. It was the closest that Heather had ever come to
actually asking something nicely of her for the past week. But it
didn't make it any easier to accept. "I don't want to be enslaved
again!"

Cassie cut in before Heather could retort. "Heather can't enslave you.
If you don't want her to, she can't do it to you. She's just
influencing your feelings, just like with Jason."

"But I'm not submissive! I mean ..."

"It's limited in your case to Heather is what I'm guessing."

"Because she enslaved me in the first place!"

Heather frowned. "That's not fair, Melinda."

Melinda swallowed, looking guilty. "I-I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. I
know it wasn't your fault. I just ... " She curled her hands into fists
and beat the chair cushion once. "I just don't know what my own
feelings are anymore!"

"Join the club, runt."

Diane hung her head.

A heavy silence descended over the room, save for the distinct
tick-tock of the grandfather clock. Cassie had to do something to break
the deadlock. Every decision she made was terribly difficult for her.
She was not used to being in a leadership role.

Kendalls were expected to take charge. She believed her parents
considered her a disappointment in that regard. But she had seen how
her parents took charge. It was often at the belittlement of others.
Rising through the ranks by stepping on others. She did not want to
become that.

She knew this was a different context, but it gave her difficulties
nonetheless.

"Melinda, how bad to you expect it to be?" Cassie asked. "I mean, are
you really afraid she's going to make you a slave again?"

Melinda looked shocked. "You want me to do it, don't you?"

"I'm not saying that. I'm just asking."

Melinda shot Cassie an accusing look, but subsided quickly. She glanced
at Heather for a moment. "No, I guess not. She can't. Not if I don't
want her too, right? She doesn't have an Aura. You have to have it to
be able to do something like that."

Cassie realized that Melinda was trying to convince herself. She
honestly was not sure if having an Aura was a prerequisite. But she let
it stand for now. She trusted Heather enough to know she wouldn't
willfully enslave Melinda.

"I just don't want to do it because it's what /she/ wants," Melinda
said. "I want it to be what /I/ want. I don't want to go back to having
to do things because it's what Heather wants. I've had enough of that
for years and years."

From the look on Heather's face, it was clear this was a revelation to
her as well. "Melinda, get this through your head right now. /I don't
want to control you./ And I don't just mean this mind control crap. I
don't want to tell you what to do. If I ever did, it was only because I
wanted to protect you."

"Protect me?" Melinda cried. "You're kidding, right?"

"News flash, Melinda! /We're on the same side./ Stop treating me like
I'm the enemy."

Melinda stared. For once she was at a total loss for words.

"Melinda, I'm not your enemy either," Diane said quietly. She sighed.
"You want an apology? Fine. I'm sorry I messed with you all those
times. I don't do it anymore. I haven't been doing it. Not since
Heather stopped."

"Yeah, but would you have stopped on your own?" Melinda asked loftily.

Heather looked about to explode at Melinda, but Diane cut her off.
"Probably not."

Both Melinda and Heather looked at Diane in surprise.

"You wanted the truth, didn't you?" Diane cried. "So that's the truth,
Melinda. Deal with it."

Melinda wanted to rant, but some of her thunder had been stolen by
Diane's honesty. "So you just went along for the ride with Heather,
huh?" she said. The acid in her voice was weak.

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"Why?"

"You don't have to answer that," Heather said quickly.

Diane paused. She looked into Heather's eyes. "Would /you/ rather I
didn't?"

"It doesn't matter to me anymore, Diane. It's getting impossible to
keep secrets from each other. Ever since this all started it's been
getting easier to talk casually about ... about sexual matters. Even
Melinda barely blushes anymore when she talks about it."

Melinda gave them a funny look. "What are you two talking about?"

Diane turned to Melinda. "I'm a lesbian, Melinda. And I want Heather."

"And so help me, runt, if you say 'eww,' you'll be sorry!" Heather
declared.

Melinda became flustered. "I wasn't! I'm not! I ... Diane, really?? You
.... and you want /her??/"

Cassie felt a little better. Everything was out in the open. They were
talking with each other instead of at each other. Maybe this was going
to turn out okay after all.

She found Melinda suddenly looking at her. "Cassie, you're not going to
tell us you got the hots for someone here, are you?" she asked
anxiously.

Cassie blinked, and her cheeks reddened. "Er, no. I'm, uh ... not
inclined that way ..."

Heather smirked. "Especially when you've been making eyes at Ned."

Cassie's blush deepened. "Oh goodness ... I'm not that obvious, am I?"

Diane snorted. "Cassie, you're the only one that laughs at his lame
jokes. You might as well write it in neon that you like him."

Cassie covered her eyes with her hand, but the imagery Diane conjured
up made her giggle.

"Oh, stop it, you're all embarrassing her!" Melinda cried. "God!"

"It's okay, Melinda," Cassie said. Her cheeks were still glowing, and
her nether regions tingled, but she was grateful for the break in the
tension. "It looks like maybe we all understand each other better."

"I still need to resolve this thing with Melinda," Heather said
quietly. "It's driving me nuts, and it's not fair to Diane."

Melinda gave her an odd look. "Huh?"

"I feel like I'm stringing Diane along. I don't know what my feelings
are for her. I'm so overly sexed right now I can't think rationally
about it. Just ..." She paused, squirming in her seat as Diane had
done. In a softer voice she continued, "Just talking about this is
making me e-excited. I have to get this resolved with Melinda."

Melinda's eyes widened. "Oh sure, put me on the spot, whydoncha?" she
piped, though her eyes were less harsh than her voice.

"Melinda, it's just going to get worse. I'm going to keep influencing
you whether you like it ... whether /I/ like it ... or not."

Melinda shivered. "You're doing it now," she said in a small voice.

Heat collected in Diane's sex. This was arousing her as well.

A thought had come to Diane early that morning. She wondered if Heather
had influenced her somehow, like she had done to Melinda. Diane herself
had become more highly sexed of late. She wanted to believe that it was
just excitement over the possibility of Heather reciprocating her
feelings. Heather's response to her kiss had been a hopeful sign.

She shivered at the thought of Heather nudging her emotions in such a
way. She didn't greet this with as much consternation as Melinda. In
fact, if anything, she welcomed it.

"I can't shut it off," Heather said. "Wish I could. But I can't. But it
might get better if ..."

"Y-yeah. Big if."

"I know."

Melinda sighed. "All right," she said meekly. "I'll do it."

Diane offered Melinda a tiny but sincere smile.

Melinda managed one back, then stared at Diane in amazement. "Wow."

Diane tilted her head. "Wow what?"

"You actually want Heather."

Heather gave Melinda an indignant look. "What's that supposed to mean,
runt?"

"Nothing," said Melinda imperiously.

"Yeah, right, tell me another one."

The banter this time had a more lighthearted tone to it. Cassie was
very glad to hear it. "We just have one more thing to deal with, and
that's Jason."

"Cassie, I'm not going to do to him what I did today ever again,"
Heather said.

"Good!" Melinda piped.

Heather gave her sister a pointed look. "But you have to do your part,
too, Melinda."

Melinda looked aghast. "I am not giving him up as my boyfriend!"

"You don't have to. Just try not to talk over him at Harbinger
meetings."

"I don't ... do I?" She looked at Cassie.

"You sort of do, Melinda," said Cassie. "I mean, you always did that,
but Jason could still talk over you in return. But he's more vulnerable
now, and you have to ease up."

Melinda sighed. "But I don't even know when I'm doing it."

"How about I try to keep track of it for you? You said you trust me,
right?"

"Of course!"

"So I'll watch for it and try to catch you when it happens. Deal?"

Melinda paused a long moment, then finally nodded. "Deal."

Cassie had a feeling that Melinda would be more amenable to it coming
from her than her big sister. She was glad that it seemed to work.

"Um ... Cassie ... if I'm influencing him like this, and he's
submissive ... does that mean he's acting like that during sex?" asked
Melinda.

"Probably, yes."

Heather snorted. "How would you not notice that, runt?" she asked in
amusement.

Melinda smiled faintly. "I just thought he was being nice to me."

"If that's all, Cassie, maybe we better get going," Diane said, her
voice a little shaky. The turn the conversation was taking into
domination and submission was sending her emotions into a frenzy. Her
pussy was already wet enough to make her panties damp.

Cassie glanced at her watch and nodded. She stood up and looked around.
"Heather, have you had any precognitive visions or anything while we've
been here? Any uneasiness at all?"

Heather shook her head. "Nothing. Not even a tiny bit."

"Then I think the place is safe."

"So we'll start having Harbinger meetings in here?" Melinda asked
excitedly. "Oh wow, cool!"

"We should let Jason decide that, but I think we can."

"I still wish we knew who sent him that letter, Cassie," said Heather.
"I know I didn't sense anything, but it still sounds a little fishy to
me."

"I know, Heather, but what choice do we have? Not after what Melinda
and I heard in the hallway this morning."

Melinda shivered violently. "Don't remind me, okay?"

Heather frowned. "What happened?"

Cassie relayed the incident that happened in the hall near Melinda's
locker.

"Oh my God, poor Susan," Heather said, horrified

"And her mother!" Melinda piped. "Oh, /ick!/"

"What's she looking for that's so important, Cassie?" Diane asked.

"I don't know," Cassie said. "But I want to find out. I'm going to try
my lucid dreaming one more time tonight. I want to see if I can push
through and learn more. No way she can be allowed to have something
that would make her more powerful."

The four of them headed out of the house. Cassie would make sure to
give Jason a call that evening after her date with Ned. She wanted to
know how he had fared with Richie. She hoped it was at least half as
good as it had been with the girls.
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