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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: 23 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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"You are a foolish, foolish girl, Miss Hendell."

Melissa was too thunderstruck to reply. She simply stared at the
Principal in disbelief.

Laura leveled a cold gaze at her. "I learned of your petty little
display of power over Miss Sovert in the lunchroom."

"/Petty?!/" Melissa exploded. "Do you know what they did to me over the
summer? You have any idea how much they humiliated ..."

Laura waved a hand dismissively. "Yes, we all know how cruel and unfair
everyone has been to you. Really, you are starting to sound like a
broken record."

Melissa fumed. She lashed out mentally, only to feel her attack slam
into that impenetrable, dark barrier. In her mind's eye, it was like a
blackness that appeared as if it would suck her in as much as it would
keep her out. Her jaw tightened as she relented.

"Are you quite done?" Laura asked in a bored voice.

"You can't defend against a physical attack. I could seriously hurt
you."

"Yes, you could. And it would be just as pointless as what you did
today."

"/It was not pointless!/ I humiliated the both of them in front of the
whole school! Heather ran out of there crying her eyes out! Everyone
else taunted Diane until she left, too!"

Laura sighed and started to shake her head, then thought better of it
and looked Melissa in the eye. "Fine. We'll go with your version, then.
You humiliated them. Good job. I guess that means they're both cowering
in fear of what you might do next. They couldn't even show their faces
in the lunchroom out of the sheer terror of being ridiculed again."

Melissa clenched her teeth. "Shut up."

"Except that none of that happened. They returned to the cafeteria,
didn't they? Your stooge Mr. Weston made them kiss each other again,
didn't he? They went right on with their lunch, didn't they?"

"/Shut up!/"

Laura raised a finger in admonishment and frowned. "Do not use that
tone with me. I am still your Principal, and I /will/ punish you for it
if it happens again."

Melissa bit down a retort and clenched her fists. Laura took a half
step back and braced herself. A few seconds later, a plant was knocked
off its shelf, its clay pot shattering on impact with the floor.

Laura sighed and folded her arms. "Really, now, Miss Hendell, I am
growing tired of having to explain why I have to keep paying the
janitorial staff overtime for cleaning my office."

Melissa said nothing and gave Laura a sullen look.

"My point in all this, Miss Hendell, is that this is energy best spent
towards your ultimate goal. Thanks to my Mistress, I have a certain
degree of power I can use to provide cover for your actions, but it is
limited. You are pushing that limit."

"I've already reached my goal," Melissa snapped. "Well, part of it. I
have the spell. I know what I need to do for the Rite."

Laura's gaze intensified. "Tell me."

Reluctantly, Melissa explained what she had seen.

Laura paused a long moment, turning away from Melissa and pacing the
length of her office once. "Interesting. It's more complex than I
thought it would be."

"Tell me about it. It's going to take me another day to get the
receptacle done. I have to find someone to do it for me, since I don't
have the skills or the patience to learn them."

"And the incantation is likely rather powerful. Why are you wasting
your energy?"

"I am not wasting it! It's letting me fuck with Heather's mind."

"And you didn't heed what I said about how they can detect ..."

"Yes, I did. I've been careful. I've been subtle."

Laura raised an eyebrow dubiously. "You? Subtle?"

"Yes, me, subtle. I'm not controlling her. I just messed with her
perceptions. I'm getting good at that. It will make it easier for me to
take her and Diane so I can use them for the Rite."

Laura still appeared doubtful, but nodded for Melissa to continue.

"I'm screwing with Diane as well. I've already made it so she'll want
Heather to enslave her. All I had to do was snip a few of her
inhibitions, just like Heather. Not really direct control, so they
won't notice it. Then once Diane is enslaved to Heather, I take
Heather. They both deliver themselves to me for the Rite. So, see, my
revenge on them was useful after all."

Laura considered for a long moment.

"It will work," Melissa insisted. "They don't know about the link with
the pendant. They don't know I've been spying on them whenever they
hold the book. Cassie's dreams about me are being blocked. And I'm
blocking Susan's mother from trying to tell them anything about it.
They know the Rite was done before, but they don't know that the Rite
was stopped, or that it /can/ be stopped. I was /that/ careful."

Laura finally nodded slowly. "Yes, it might work. If you don't screw it
up. If you can really push Miss Sovert into making her control of Miss
Woodrow permanent without alerting the others."

"I have it under control. By the end of the week, I'll have the Rite
done. Then it's all mine."

Laura smiled. "Yes, it will all be yours. I guess I underestimated you,
Miss Hendell. Very well, you may go. But I warn you. You need to be
less obvious in the future. Don't rock the boat this close to having it
all."

"I'll be careful. I'm almost there. Thank you for your help, Ms.
Bendon."

Laura simply nodded again, still smiling. Melissa smiled as well and
left.

Laura narrowed her eyes as the door closed. She allowed herself her own
private, secretive little grin.



Without Cassie to give them a ride, it took Heather and Diane longer to
reach the meeting place. They had to go home first and then meet at the
mall before heading over together. Diane had not wanted to tell Cassie
what they were doing, knowing how she felt about the book.

Upon entering the house, they rushed up the stairs to the bedroom they
had used the day before. The covers were still upset from when they had
last used the bed.

"Okay, so what are these spells that you want me to try on you?"
Heather asked after closing the door behind them.

Diane fished a folded piece of paper from the pocket of her jeans. She
looked down at it, pausing as if having second thoughts. She held it
out to Heather, her hand trembling a bit.

Heather gave Diane a small smile as she took the proffered paper and
unfolded it. "There's four of them here. Which ones did you want me to
do? And what do they do?"

"Try the first one," Diane said, her voice quavering in anticipation.
"It ... it lets you control my pussy. You can make it do what you want
without even touching it."

Heather looked up. "Are you serious?"

Diane bit her lip and nodded. She squeezed her thighs together as heat
gathered.

"Well, okay ... let me see if I can get this right ... Cassie said the
marks mean I emphasize the parts that follow ... okay." She cleared her
throat. "/Thri'quixl'altkas yirlos ron'indna!/"

Diane uttered a tiny gasp and flinched. There was a sudden, powerful
tingling in her pussy that made her visibly shiver. It would have
driven her mad if it had continued, but it quickly faded to a softer
sensation, as if she had just inserted a very gentle vibrator into her
vagina.

"Are you all right?" Heather asked with concern. "Did that do
anything?"

"I think so. I feel a bit strange. It feels nice, but ..."

Heather smiled. "Nice? Your pussy getting nice and wet?"

Diane smiled faintly. She was about to reply when her eyes suddenly
widened and her mouth dropped open.

"What's the matter?"

Diane closed her eyes and let out a long, sultry sigh. Her pussy swam
in steamy arousal. "Oh my God ... uhh ... y-yes, I think it worked ..."

"What do you ... wait, are you wet now? Just from me telling you?"

Diane swallowed and nodded.

"So ... if I said you should get really horny right now ..."

Diane moaned and trembled. Her hips writhed, moisture oozing from her
crotch as her panties became soaked. Her pussy felt swollen and achy.
She panted softly.

Heather stared in astonishment at first, then slowly smiled. "Cum."

"/Uhhhnn!!/" Diane fell forward, clutching at her lover as her pussy
throbbed. Her hips jerked with each spasm. She panted hard, her hot
breath steaming past Heather's ear. "Uhhh! ... Ohhh! ... oh Heather ...
uhhh ..."

Heather hugged Diane tightly until her powerful orgasm faded and her
body went limp. "You okay?" Heather asked with a trace of amusement in
her voice.

"Y-yes ... Oh God ... th-that was incredible ..." Diane breathed.

Heather gently broke off the embrace. "Diane, take your clothes off for
me."

Diane blushed faintly, but smiled and nodded. She started to unbutton
her blouse.

Heather watched, her own pussy growing damp in anticipation. When the
blouse had dropped to the floor, Heather said, "I think you're starting
to get horny again."

Diane shivered and moaned softly.

"You'll get more horny each time you take off another piece of
clothing."

Diane's heart thumped. She slipped the cups of her bra from her
breasts. She felt another wave of lust pass over her and gather in her
sex. She quivered as she reached down to remove her jeans.

Heather giggled and began to undress. "This is going to be fun."



Richie was a model student when it came to detention. He was so used to
it that, despite his brief hiatus from it, it had become more like a
chore he might do around the house. It just needed to be done, and
there was no point in trying to avoid it.

He ignored the scrutinizing gaze of Mr. Seeger and the angry glare from
Brad. He simply went about his task until Seeger declared that
detention was over.

"Mr. Gardner, one moment."

Richie had been halfway out the door. Ahead of him, Brad turned his
head and sniggered. Richie surreptitiously gave Brad the finger before
turning around to face the Vice Principal. "Yeah, Mr. Seeger?"

Seeger waited for Brad to depart before speaking again. He fixed his
calculating gaze on Richie and said, "I wish you to tell me the truth
in answering my next question, Mr. Gardner. Can you do that for me?"

Richie paused. "Was that the question, Mr. Seeger?"

Seeger glowered. "Do not be a wise guy, Mr. Gardner. I wish to know
something. I wish you to tell me exactly why you had attacked Mr.
Weston last week."

Richie was a bit nonplussed at the question. "Uh, because he was
bothering Heather."

"And you expect me to believe you have suddenly decided to become so
chivalrous?"

"Huh?"

Seeger sighed and shook his head. "Never mind. The point is, Mr.
Gardner, is that you claim to have been defending her honor as it were,
yet there was no evidence of Mr. Weston having bothered Miss Sovert.
Can you account for this?"

Richie hesitated. "You said you wanted me to tell you the truth,
right?"

"Yes, if that is not too much trouble."

"Nah, it's fine. You just won't believe it."

"/Try me,/ Mr. Gardner."

Richie shrugged. "'kay. Brad was messin' with her head."

Seeger frowned. "I beg your pardon?"

"See? Toldya, Mr. Seeger."

"Are you telling me he was ... playing some sort of psychological trick
on her?" It was clear from his voice that he certainly did not consider
the likes of Brad intellectual enough to accomplish such a thing.

Richie shook his head. "Nope. He was /really/ gettin' into her head.
Y'know, like hypnosis. Mind control. That sorta thing."

Seeger stared at him. "Mind control."

"Yep. Weird, ain't it?"

Seeger's face darkened. "Is this some kind of sick joke, Mr. Gardner?
Because if it is, I am not laughing."

"Nope, no joke, Mr. Seeger. And I ain't laughin' either."

"Mind control," Seeger echoed.

"Yep. Been goin' on all over the school since the semester started.
There's some seriously weird shi ... er ... stuff going on around here,
Mr. Seeger."

Seeger remained silent for a long moment. If this had been a month ago,
he would have doubted this child's sanity. The truth was that he had
not mentioned to anyone even half of the oddness he had seen at Haven
High, not even to his wife. It was not limited to the students, either.
Some of the faculty and staff appeared to be acting odd as well. Linda
Davis for one. Marcie Fuller for another.

And he was becoming increasingly wary of Laura Bendon.

But mind control? Despite what he had observed, he could not stretch
his meager imagination to encompass this.

"Perhaps you believe in such ... such nonsense, Mr. Gardner," Seeger
said in a huff. "And perhaps you truly believed you were defending Miss
Sovert against this form of alleged attack ..."

He paused again. He remembered the stain on Heather's jeans. One eye
twitched. He blinked rapidly and pushed the thought aside.

" ... but I would advise you that if you believe such a thing is
happening again that you inform a faculty member rather than take
matters into your own hands. Now, /good day./"

He swept an arm towards the door. Richie nodded and headed out.

Richie wondered if Jason would yell at him for spilling the beans to
Mr. Seeger. He was frustrated. It was the summer all over again, when
he had first discovered the Darkness' control over his mother. He had
closed the book on that, but this ability to see the past had opened it
again and shoved his face into the pages.

He emerged from the east entrance of the school and saw the black limo
waiting. He smirked, wishing some of his rivals could see this.

Cassie waved to him from the back seat of the car. Richie got in, and
gravel crunched as the limo turned out of the parking lot and thumped
onto the street.

"Everything okay, Richie?" Cassie asked, her hands clutching the handle
of the bag that contained the book.

"Huh? Yeah, sure. Why?"

"I saw Brad leave, but it was awhile before you showed up. I thought
maybe ... "

"That I skipped out on you?"

Cassie shook her head. "No, I wasn't going to say that."

Richie stared at her. He still harbored a tiny amount of resentment
towards her. He had hated her for what she had almost done to him
despite the fact that it was not her fault, that she had been under
Nyssa's thrall. It was harder to hate her for it now, but it was also
difficult to let go of it completely.

"Sorry," Richie mumbled. "It's nothing. Saggy Seeger wanted to talk to
me, that's all."

Cassie nodded slowly and was silent for awhile. When the silence became
too awkward, she turned to Richie again. "Um ... thank you for agreeing
to do this."

Richie shrugged. "Got nothin' better to do."

"I mean ... well, I figured that not everything you can see from the
past is pleasant."

He shifted in his seat and shrugged again, trying to look uncaring.
"Not like I can change what happened."

"If you want to talk about it ..."

From the tension in Richie's body, it was obvious to her that he was
feeling defensive, but his eyes were soft, almost forlorn, and flicked
about the back seat in indecision.

"Richie?"

"It don't matter, Cassie. Really, it don't. She gave up fighting it
anyway after that."

Cassie tilted her head. "She? Your mother?"

Richie's eyes shimmered. "Um ..."

"You mean you saw what happened to her? How she became ..."

"Look, never mind, okay? It was a long frickin' time ago and too much
shit's happened since then. She's gone. Maybe if my Dad was around,
he'd ..."

He trailed off. Cassie looked at him with concern and compassion.

Richie bit his lip. He was close to venting all his frustrations to
her. Grief suddenly surged up inside of him. He quelled it, but not
before Cassie saw it in his eyes and was moved to reach out a hand to
him.

Richie slid closer to the door. "Just let me know when we get there,"
he muttered, and turned his head to stare out the window.

Cassie lowered her hand and sighed softly. She had wanted to try to
connect to him as a friend, and now she worried if she had made things
worse.



Diane was panting so hard that speech was impossible. She writhed and
quivered helplessly in Heather's lap, her back to her lover, her thighs
splayed wide over Heather's legs. Her pussy strained hard and glistened
in the subdued light. Her intense arousal ran liquid in her folds,
oozing down her slit.

Heather cupped Diane's tits, played with them, squeezed the pliant
flesh. Each touch sent another tingle of intense pleasure into Diane's
pussy, keeping it on the knife's edge of climax. She rubbed the hard
nubs of Diane's erect nipples, making Diane shudder and moan her
distress.

"Now don't you cum yet," Heather whispered into Diane's ear. "Don't you
dare cum."

She dropped a hand from Diane's breast. Diane mewled when Heather's
fingers sank into her slit. She rose even further, her pussy aching
badly from how close it was to cumming, but relief eluded her. She let
out a desperate cry.

Heather giggled. She had cast the second spell on Diane, the one that
made every touch drive her lover into delirious sexual arousal. "Too
much?"

"Uhhhn ... uhhh ... n-no ..." Diane managed to gasp between her pants
and moans. She had never been this excited in her life. Even though the
orgasm denial was nearly at painful proportions, it was driving her to
incredible heights of ecstasy.

"In that case, if you want to cum, you need to do something for me."

"Uhhh ... a-anything ... p-please, tell me ... ohhh!"

Heather speared Diane's tunnel with two fingers. Diane closed her eyes
and spread her legs wider as Heather pumped her fingers back and forth.
"How good are you at sucking on a girl's tits?"

"Uhnn ... n-never ... never d-did it ..."

"Guess you're going to learn, then."

Heather withdrew her fingers and nudged Diane. Diane reluctantly slid
from Heather's lap. She staggered a bit as she stood, her legs weak and
trembling. She continued panting until the pressure in her cunt eased.

Heather slid from the edge of the bed and lay on her back. She smiled
and gestured to Diane.

Diane eagerly climbed on the bed, her pussy still hot and wet. Heather
slid her hand lightly along Diane's side. Diane moaned deeply and
arched her back as the touch made her pussy strain again.

Diane was breathing hard by the time she brought her mouth to bear on
Heather's breast. Her hot breath blew across Heather's nipple, making
her lover shiver with delight and the nipple swell and firm.

Diane parted her lips and licked gently at the taut little knob of
flesh, rewarded by a breathy moan from Heather. Heather spread her legs
as her hand reached behind Diane's head and gently pushed her lover
into her tit. Diane opened her mouth more fully and clamped her lips
around the nipple, her cheeks dimpling and her tongue lashing.

Heather moaned deeply, her pussy tingling with excitement. Diane was
learning quickly. Heather felt Diane's tongue swirl around her nipple,
then lap at it like a cat drinking milk.

Heather smiled and ran her hands down Diane's sides. Diane quaked as
her pussy strained once more, making her suck harder at Heather's tit.
Heather gasped and slid her trembling hands over Diane's ass. Diane
mewled into Heather's breast.

"Mmm ... Diane, that's nice ..." Heather moaned. "The other one, please
...."

As Diane lifted her head, Heather grinned wickedly and reached between
Diane's legs. Diane gasped loudly as Heather's fingers sank into her
wet folds again. "Hope this doesn't distract you too much."

"Uhhn ... uhh ... oh Heather ... please ... I-I need to cum badly ..."
Diane begged.

"First do my other tit."

Shaking, Diane lowered her head and took Heather's nipple into her
mouth. She sucked hard, squeezing her lips around the firm flesh.
Heather panted in her rising delight. Her fingers flicked in firm
strokes against Diane's helpless pussy.

It was finally too much for Diane. She broke off, lifting her head,
panting so hard she could barely speak. "H-Heather ... God ... p-please
.... /please/ ..."

"Oops, sorry, I guess I got carried away. You may cum."

Diane's pussy rose like a rocket and exploded, her whole body
shuddering violently as she came. Her hips jerked several times against
Heather's hand. Her climax was so intense that she could not utter a
sound for the first few moments. When her throat finally unlocked, she
uttered small, strident cries as her cunt spasmed around Heather's
fingers.

"Oh, that was a nice one, wasn't it?" Heather cooed.

Diane panted wildly as her orgasm faded. She collapsed against Heather,
her head turned to the side, her cheek resting against one of Heather's
breasts. She lay limp, breathing heavily through the last ebbing throbs
in her pussy.

Heather wrapped her arms around Diane. The touch renewed Diane's
arousal, making her shiver. "Wow, still feeling horny when I touch
you?"

"Uhhh ... y-yeah ..." Diane breathed. She squirmed under Heather's
embrace as heat rose between her thighs again. "This is incredible ...
uhhhn ... God, I'm /still/ wet ..."

"Melinda said it took a little while before it wore off. Enough time
for you to lick my pussy, and then maybe ..."

She caressed Diane's ass cheeks. Diane whimpered and writhed.

"... maybe I'll let you cum again."



Cassie stood a short distance from the limo. She visibly shivered as
she gazed down the narrow path that wound through the trees. "This is
it. This is looking familiar to me."

Richie came around to Cassie's side. The area was heavily shaded as the
sun sank behind the tall hill that rose to the west. Patches of
pristine white snow lay in thin blankets about the roots of the taller
evergreens. He cast a questioning look at Cassie.

"It's from my dream of Melissa," Cassie said quietly. "When they ...
when they did that horrible thing to her."

Richie nodded absently. "So where to?"

"This way."

Cassie led him down the path and emerged into a clearing. She stopped
short, causing Richie to bump into her. "What?"

Cassie's eyes were wide as she pointed. On the ground were four stakes,
a piece of thick rope snaking from each one. A picnic table had been
pushed to the side of the clearing, where it sat at an odd angle, a
thick tree root rising under one of its legs.

Richie stepped past Cassie and looked down. "Shit, did they really tie
her down like that?"

Cassie wrapped her arms around herself. "Yes. It was horrible. She
cried and cried, until ... /don't touch that!/"

Richie had bent over and was reaching for one of the ropes. He jumped
back in alarm. "What?!"

"Sorry. It's just if you touch that, you might get a vision of what
happened. I don't think you really want to see what happened to her."

"You mean when that weird dark dude fucked her?"

Cassie winced. "Yes, that's what I mean. I don't think we'll gain any
more insight from that."

Richie shrugged, though silently thanked her for warning him.
"Whatever. Anyway, we're here, so gimme the book and let's get this
over with."

Cassie nodded. She put the bag on the ground and withdrew the book. Her
gaze was drawn to the eye on the cover. She stared at it for a long
moment, as if mesmerized by it, before handing the book to Richie.

Richie steeled himself as he took the book into his hands, but nothing
immediately came to him. He looked down at it and gripped it firmly,
then closed his eyes. He stood perfectly still.

Cassie glanced nervously from the book to his face. She wished she knew
why she was feeling so anxious. Again, she had the sense that ...

(the eye)

.... the book felt odd to her somehow, that something was subtly out of
place.

When Richie did not respond for a few moments, Cassie took a tentative
step forward. "Richie?"

To her surprise, he answered her. "Yeah?"

"Are you getting anything?"

"Nope."

"Nothing at all?"

"Just the faint stuff I got before. I can see Jessica a bit. Some other
older woman with her. That's about it."

"Are you sure? Here ..." She stepped forward and touched Richie's
shoulder. "Try it again."

Richie smirked. "Nothin' to try, Cassie. It just comes to me if it's
gonna. But it ain't."

"I don't get it. This spot is right on one of the lines of force. It
has to be. Otherwise Melissa couldn't have ..."

"Yeah, well, maybe it moved or something."

Cassie looked thoughtful. "Or they did the Rite somewhere else along
this line. Darn, I wish I had a map with me. Richie, which direction do
you think the Li'l Missy Inn would be?"

"Beats me. Back that way, maybe?" Richie gestured vaguely towards the
east.

Cassie looked in the opposite direction towards the trees. She stepped
to the side of the clearing and peered past them. "I can't see
anything. I don't think there's another path up the side of the hill
here."

"Shit outta luck, then."

Cassie turned on her heel and stamped her foot in a very Melinda-like
gesture. "This is so frustrating! I was sure we'd get something if the
Rite was done here."

"Maybe it wasn't."

Cassie looked thoughtful and did not respond.

"So what now?" Richie prompted.

Cassie stepped back into the clearing and pulled out her cell phone.
"Call Jason, I guess, and ask him if he has any ideas."



Diane slid her arms under Heather's thighs, pulling her face into
Heather's pussy. She lashed her tongue hard against Heather's clit,
lips plastered against Heather's folds. She sucked greedily as she
licked, her cheeks dimpling.

Heather's pleasure mounted quickly. At first, she wanted to temper
Diane's eagerness, but she simply loved feeling all of Diane's face
against her mound. It was an expression of real submissiveness, and she
was starting to enjoy it.

In fact, she was growing steadily more accepting of her dominant role.
If this is what she was really like, then there was little point in
trying to deny it. It was fulfilling a need for Diane as well as
herself.

"Uhhn ... eager to please ... aren't you?" Heather panted.

Diane whimpered, her hips writhing. She closed her lips around
Heather's clit and sucked. Heather made her pussy hang at the edge of
climax. It felt as if she had someone's finger pressing into her
sensitized clit, unmoving, only one or two strokes away from driving
her to orgasm.

"Uhhn! ... oh yeah! ... More! ..." Heather moaned.

Diane licked as fast as she could, grunting with the effort, moisture
trickling down her thighs.

"Yeah! ... ohhh! ... /ohhh!!/"

Fluid squirted messily from around Diane's face. Diane drew back just
enough so she could breathe without inhaling it into her nose. She
continued licking until Heather's hips seem to draw into the mattress.
Heather let out a second cry, and a smaller burst of fluid wet Diane's
lips and tongue.

Heather's breathing grew softer as her climax faded. Diane drew back
and staggered to the side. She fell beside Heather, her pussy aching
badly, and gave Heather a pleading look.

"You may cum, Diane," Heather said, still a bit breathless.

Diane drew in her breath sharply and she hung at the excruciating edge
for another few seconds. When she let go, she uttered soft cries and
moans until she was spent.

"Oh wow, Diane," Heather said. "The way you did me was awesome. Oh my
God, you do that so well."

Diane smiled. "Thank you." She draped an arm across Heather. She felt a
small tingle at the touch. "I think the spells are starting to wear
off. It took a few moments for me to cum and touching you is not
affecting me quite as much."

Heather smiled slyly and drew Diane into an embrace. Diane moaned
softly and quivered. "Sure about that?"

Diane giggled. Her pussy did still feel warm and inviting, but it was
not as overwhelming. "It just feels nice now."

Heather kissed Diane deeply. Diane shivered and moaned into Heather's
mouth. The heat in her sex spiked, but faded when their lips parted. It
was enough to make Diane pant again. Heather grinned. "You going to
need some more?"

"I think I'm okay. My pussy aches so much now that I doubt I'm up to
any more today."

"So what about the last ones? You had four spells on that piece of
paper. We did only the first two."

Diane blushed. "Oh, those ... um ..."

"Want me to try the next one on you?"

"Oh, uh, no, that's okay."

Heather's smile turned wicked. "Oh? What does it do?"

Diane's blush deepened. "Um ... well ..."

"Ooo, must be a good one. Should I just try it and find out?"

Diane's eyes widened. "You wouldn't do that, would you?"

Heather smirked and slipped out from under Diane. She quickly bolted
out of bed and scooped up the paper. Diane rose to her knees on the
bed, eyes wide.

Heather looked down at the paper. "Hmm ... this one's a bit longer, but
I think I got it. Okay, here goes ..."

"Wait!"

Heather's mouth was already forming the first syllable when Diane
jumped off the bed and snatched the paper from her lover. Heather
looked at Diane in surprise.

"Sorry," Diane said sheepishly. "It's ... it's an enslavement spell."

Heather stared. "A what??"

"An enslavement spell," Diane said in a slightly husky voice. "It makes
me your complete slave for as long as it lasts. I-I'm not sure why I
wrote it down, I didn't think I wanted to go that far ..."

Heather looked at the paper in Diane's hand. She was very tempted to
take the paper back and try it anyway. She quickly quelled this
thought, but the excitement it had engendered remained. "All right,
Diane. I don't want to do anything you're not ready for. I mean, this
is supposed to be fun, right?"

Diane nodded, giving Heather a tiny smile. "And I did have fun. I mean
.... it was a little scary, too, how you could do that to me. I think I
understand a little now of what went on with the House. It's a bit
addicting, isn't it? Using the power? Or submitting to it?"

Heather slowly nodded. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." She looked
at the paper again and smiled. "Come on, let's get dressed and
straighten up in here. Maybe next time we can try it."



"So what do we do now, Jason?" Cassie asked. "We've no idea where to
go."

"I'm not sure what to tell you, either," Jason said with a sigh as he
stared at an online map of Haven and the surrounding area. "Are you
sure that the Rite has to take place on a line of force? Exactly on
it?"

"Richie looked up the Rite for me to make sure. Yes, it has to be
exactly on one."

"Unless the place where they took Melissa is not really on the line."

"It has to be! How else would she have received that power?"

"We don't know enough about this to be sure. Mara didn't tell us
everything, she just ..."

Jason trailed off. He stared at the map, narrowing his eyes.

"She just what?" Cassie prompted.

"Wait a second, Cassie, I think I have an idea."

Jason quickly brought up an image editing program and did a screen-grab
of the map. He painted a dot roughly in the center of the southern half
of the town where the Li'l Missy Inn was located. He then painted a dot
to the southwest of the town in the approximate location where Cassie
and Richie were at that moment. He then placed a third dot in the
northeast where the House had been located.

"You still there, Jason?" Cassie asked after a few minutes had passed.

Jason stared at the dots. "They don't line up."

"What doesn't line up? I don't understand."

Jason drew a straight line from Cassie's location, through the Li'l
Missy Inn, and to the right side of the map. It passed well to the
south of the House.

"The House was supposed to be on a line of force as well. I think I was
assuming it was the same line that Melissa's supposed initiation took
place. But it's not. And Mara said that there were several lines that
crossed at the Inn."

Cassie considered. "But are you sure that means they go /through/ the
Inn, rather than just come together there?"

"I admit, it's a shot in the dark, but ... here, let me try this ..."

Jason drew another line, this time starting at the House, passing
through the Inn, and to the left side of the map. It passed to the
south of Cassie's location.

"The campgrounds," Jason said. "That might be it."

"What campgrounds, Jason?"

"It's just up in the foothills. You'd have to backtrack to the main
road out of town and take it further up into the high country. If these
lines of force do cut straight through, then the line where the House
sat would come out the other side of town through that area. It's
secluded enough, certainly. Especially in the off-season, someone could
easily hold some sort of ceremony up there without anyone noticing.
That might be where the Rite took place."

"Wait, yes, I know what you're talking about now!" Cassie said
excitedly. "Diane mentioned it to me the other day. Her family goes
there every summer. It's ... oh no ..."

"What?"

Cassie sighed despondently. "Jason, there's no way I can get Harry to
take us up there. The campground is closed for the season. It took a
bit of convincing just to get him to take me to the picnic area."

Jason frowned and ran his hand through his hair. "Dammit. We need to
see this thing."

"Is it really that important, Jason?"

"Yes. I want to know what happens after someone receives the power from
that node. Just in case we can't stop Melissa."

Cassie's eyes widened. "Don't say that, Jason," she said, her voice
quavering. "She can't be allowed to ..."

"I know, I know. But I want to know how bad it could be. You said
Susan's mother said that something came out of that node. I want to
know what it is. It might give us some useful information, since that's
what we seem to have in short supply right now."

Cassie swallowed and shuddered. "O-okay. But I can't get us there."

Jason's mind raced. "Did Diane mention if there was a bike trail to the
campgrounds?"

"Yes, there is. She said her family tried biking up there once, but it
wasn't easy. The road is pretty steep in a few places. And it took her
two hours."

"Then I guess Richie and I will be truant tomorrow."

Cassie gasped. "Oh my ..."

Jason never thought he would hear himself talk about skipping school.
Whenever he came down with a cold, he would try to fake /not/ being
sick to ensure his mother would not keep him home. "This is too
important, Cassie. I have to know."

"What about Richie? Don't you need to ask ..."

"You seriously think he'll pass up a chance to skip class?"

Cassie looked at Richie. "What?" Richie called out.

"I see your point," Cassie said. "All right, we'll head out of here. Do
you want me to stop by your house and give you the book?"

"No, keep it and bring it in tomorrow. Probably better that none of us
has it for longer than a day at a time."

Cassie nodded. She shivered as she remembered her promise to Ned.

"I have to go, Cassie, I have to help get the table set for dinner,"
Jason said. "I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, Jason, bye."

"Bye."

Cassie put her phone away just as Richie came up to her. "What's up?"

"Here, let me put that away first," Cassie said, reaching for the book.
Having it out in the open was making her very nervous. Richie
relinquished the book, and Cassie slipped it back into the plastic bag
and left it on the ground. "Jason wants you to go with him to the
campground up in the foothills tomorrow, but you'll have to skip school
to do it."

Richie smirked. "Cool."

Cassie sighed. "Yes, he thought you would say that. Come on, let's get
back to town."



Melissa was holed up in her room, pacing the floor in frustration.

What was going on? What was Richie trying to do? And why were they
standing at the spot that Melissa had been "initiated?"

Cassie already knew what had happened to Melissa and had told the
others. But this time it was as if she were expecting Richie to tell
her something else? Principal Bendon had mentioned that Richie might
have some sort of power like the others, but had no idea what it was.
Did this have something to do with it? What were they trying to
discover?

To add to her frustration, Cassie had put the book away before she
could explain some of the odd things she had said in her phone
conversation. All Melissa could glean was that they now thought the
campgrounds were important in some way. She had no idea why. She had
never been there herself.

Melissa intended to visit Susan's house early the next morning. She
wanted to talk to Susan's father and get him to build the "soul
receptacle" for her. It was nothing more complex than a little wooden
box. But the box had to be built in a specific way, and it had to be of
a specific type of wood. Susan's father was much more suited for the
task.

Perhaps she would talk to Susan's mother and see if she knew anything
of what Cassie and Richie were doing.

/You need to silence her./

Melissa felt a twinge of anxiety at the sound of the pendant's "voice"
in her head. "I'll try," she whispered.

/You must do it. She cannot be allowed to interfere./

"I know! She won't. I'll make sure she doesn't. Somehow."



Cassie lay on her belly on the bed, staring at the open book before
her, her arms an inverted "V" propping up her head. Her eyes scanned
the description of the spell for perhaps the sixth time, as if she were
looking for some hidden message.

/Lay bare thy maiden's desires,/ the spell read, /and let her be
consumed by them. She shalt not deny thee, but revel in thy lust for
her. Thy wants shall be hers./

Cassie sighed. This was the most innocuous of all of them. It was the
one that implied the least amount of enslavement. Yet even this
required her to put a great deal of trust in Ned. Under this spell, she
would likely perform whatever sexual act Ned wanted. She had no idea if
he were into any particular kind of kink that she might not be ready to
try.

Cassie shivered. Her thoughts were sending another tingle through her
nether regions. She was distracted enough that she flinched when her
cell phone went off. She sat up and grabbed it from her night table.
"Hello?"

"Heya, babe," came Ned's voice at the other end.

Cassie smiled weakly. "Hi, Ned." She glanced down at the spell and
hesitated. She didn't want to bring that up as the first topic of
conversation. It didn't feel right to her.

Ned fortunately saved her from the awkward moment. "So how'd it go with
Richie? Any startlin' revelations?"

"No, we didn't get anything. Nothing at all."

"Aw, man, I'm sorry. That sucks."

"Well, we have another lead ..." She explained what she had discussed
with Jason.

"Huh? Did I just hear ya right or do I need to get the wax cleaned
outta my ears?"

"You mean about Jason and Richie skipping school tomorrow? No, you
heard right. I don't know how they're going to pull it off, Ned. They
can't call in sick, the school always does a follow-up phone call later
in the day to the parents."

Ned snorted. "Knowin' our fearless geek leader, he's prolly gonna hack
into the school computer or sumthin'."

"Oh dear, I hope not. I keep worrying he's going to get caught some
day."

"Nah, the school's pretty clueless about that sorta thing. Jason knows
what he's doin'."

Cassie shook her head. She hated all this duplicity that the Harbingers
needed to perpetrate. It was frustrating, sometimes, being only a
teenager. They were required to act like adults without access to the
same resources that adults enjoyed.

"So, um ... didya have time to, uh, look up sumthin' for me?" Ned asked
tentatively.

Cassie's skin flushed. She glanced down at the book. "Um ... I think I
found something, yes. I'm ... I'm not sure how potent it is."

"I was just lookin' fer sumthin' that would make ya less nervous."

"Well, the problem is that it's never that simple with this book. Here,
listen ..." Cassie read the description aloud.

There was a pause at the other end. "Huh," Ned finally said.

"This is the best I could find."

"It, uh, sounds like it kinda gives me a lot of power, don't it?"

Cassie blushed. "Yes, it does," she said in a small voice.

"Yeah ... Um, okay ... well, if ya don't wanna do it ..."

"No, Ned, I promised you I would find something, and I did. I'm willing
to try it. But the only problem now is Harry."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, him," Ned said, as if he had somehow forgotten about
Cassie's ubiquitous driver. "Well, why don't we jus' use the meeting
house like everyone else?"

"I really didn't feel right about any of us using it like that, to be
honest."

"Yeah, but we don't really have anywhere else ta go. Doin' it that one
time at my place ... well, almost doin' it ... was a fluke."

Cassie sighed. "I guess you're right. I just didn't want to run into
any of the others."

"Afraid we'll make 'em jealous?"

Cassie smiled and giggled softly.

"So whaddaya say, babe?"

Cassie took a slow, deep breath. Her pussy was already damp. She
squirmed and let her breath go as a sultry sigh. "Let's do it tomorrow
afternoon after school."

"Sweet. I'll be there with bells on. Well, ya can take 'em off if they
get too loud when we're doin' it."

Cassie giggled. "You are such a nut."

Ned chuckled. "I'll see ya tomorrow, babe."

"Okay. See you."

Cassie hung up the phone. She drew in another deep breath. She reached
under her panties and lightly stroked herself, letting her breath go as
a lustful sigh.
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