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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: 24 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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---------------

Jason was a bit bleary-eyed the next morning. He had been up until
nearly one in the morning trying to get into Marcie Fuller's calendar
manager. Even after breaking into her account, he had to figure out
what files he needed to modify. She was not exactly the most organized
person in the world.

His efforts appeared to pay off. Now when he logged into the account,
he saw that it already had a note entered by Marcie not five minutes
before from the mother of a student claiming her son had the flu.

This confirmed he had the right file, but now he was concerned Marcie
would notice two new entries popping up out of nowhere. He had little
choice but to take the chance.

He added a note for himself, indicating that he had a cold. Then he
added one for Richie, claiming an earache. He hoped to get to a
computer before the afternoon check call, delete the entries, and pray
that Marcie did not notice. She had never been that bright to begin
with, and Jason did not believe that being permanently enslaved to
Laura Bendon had helped it much.

Now he had to deal with his mother.

"Jason! The bus will be here soon!" his mother called out from
downstairs, as if on cue.

"Coming!" He logged off his computer and bolted for the door, grabbing
his backpack and slinging it over one shoulder without slowing down. He
was careful to take the stairs one step at a time and not rush.

Audrey wore the same look of mild concern that she had been exhibiting
for the past few days. Jason had tried not to worry about it.

"Mom, I was thinking of taking my bike to school today," Jason said.

Audrey looked surprised. "Really?"

Jason nodded as he stepped off the stairs. "Just thought it would be
nice to get away from the other kids."

He hoped this would work. His mother already knew he used to have
difficulties on the bus. Though now his mother tilted her head and gave
him an appraising look. Jason recognized it and inwardly sighed.

"Is everything okay at school, Jason?" she asked.

Jason recognized that tone as well. It meant that she already knew or
had heard something, and denying it was only going to make her
suspicious. So he had to play up to it. "Um, well ... it's not that
bad. I've just been getting teased a lot lately by the other kids. More
so than usual, I mean, and I just want a break from it."

Audrey folded her arms and pursed her lips slightly. "Jason, I'm a
little worried about you."

"Um, why's that, Mom?"

"Before I answer that, I want you to tell me what the others are
teasing you about."

"The usual stuff. Being the class nerd, that sort of thing."

Audrey looked expectantly at him.

/Yeah, she knows something. Shit./ "And ... and they tease me about the
girls I've been going with," he said, his cheeks pink. "I guess they're
jealous or something."

Audrey took a deep breath and let it go. "Jason, there have been some
awful rumors circulating about you. I've been hearing it from some of
the other parents. Are you sure there's nothing else you need to tell
me?"

Jason tried to look confused. "Rumors? What rumors? And no, there's
nothing else to tell you."

Audrey's lips drew to a thin line. "I hope there's nothing else, Jason.
I hope you understand that there are certain things you are just too
young to think about doing."

Jason gave her his best bewildered look. "Huh?"

"You're too young to think about ... about taking a relationship too
far. Personally I think that sort of thing should wait until marriage,
but ..."

Jason looked alarmed. "Is /that/ what you heard? That I've been having
sex ?" His voice quavered as he spoke. "Jeez, Mom, no offense, but give
me a little more credit than that. I don't want to come down with
something awful or get some girl pregnant. Wow. I don't know who
started that fantastic rumor but ..."

"Well, never mind that," Audrey said, looking relieved. "It's enough to
know you're being smart about it."

Jason nodded and tried to smile. He hated having to deceive her like
this. He appreciated her concern for his well-being. He wished he could
explain things to her and make her understand, but that was beyond his
abilities.

Audrey smiled and ruffled his hair. "All right, go ahead and bike to
school. But stay at the bus stop long enough to tell the driver you
won't be on that morning so I don't get a call later."

"Sure thing, Mom," Jason said, his smile more genuine now. "See you
later."



"Hmm ..." Bill Radson mused as he put on his jacket.

"Is this something you can do for me, Mr. Radson?" Melissa asked.

"Oh, yes, I can do it." He smiled and chuckled. "Considering the big
projects I work on all day, it would be a nice change of pace to do
something small like that."

"Would you have trouble obtaining the wood?"

"We have some at the construction site for trimming and finishing work.
I could easily lift some from the waste pile. It would go to recycling
anyway."

Melissa smiled. "Wonderful, Mr. Radson. I was worried you wouldn't be
able to find it."

"It is unusual, yes, but I can swing it. Mind you, I won't be able to
work on it until this evening."

"Do you think you could finish it tonight?" Melissa asked hopefully.

"Hmm. Not sure about that. Delicate work."

"I really would appreciate it if you could finish it tonight."

"Well, I'll try, but ..."

Melissa mentally pushed a bit more. "I really need you to do it
tonight."

Bill paused. He slowly nodded. "Yes, of course. I'll get that done for
you tonight, Melissa. You can pick it up tomorrow morning."

Melissa smiled broadly. "Thank you, Mr. Radson, you've been a big
help."

Bill smiled in return. He swept his gaze around the room. "Now, where
did Debby and Susan go?"

"They're busy in the kitchen, Mr. Radson. I'll tell them you left."

"Thank you. Well, have a nice day at school." Bill tipped his hardhat
to her and left.

Melissa headed into the kitchen. Soft moans greeted her as she entered.
She grinned at her two charges, who sat in adjacent chairs, each with
her hand down the other's panties.

"I'd make you do more, but Susan has to get to school," Melissa said.
"Now make each other cum quickly."

Their hands moved faster, causing each of them to squirm and pant.
First Debby then Susan cried out softly in orgasm.

"Susan, wait for me at the door. We'll go to school together. I know
you'll love that."

Susan nodded silently, her eyes glazed and listless. She withdrew her
hand from her mother's sex and left the room without a backwards
glance.

"You're breaking her," Debby said, her eyes glistening. "Susan is so
withdrawn now. She barely says a word to anyone when you're not
around."

"Her mouth is being put to better uses," Melissa said casually as she
took a seat across the table from Debby. "You don't seem to mind."

Melissa applied her will. Debby shuddered and her cheeks reddened.
"Yes, I love it when she eats me out until I cum so hard I scream." She
whimpered and closed her eyes. "S-stop making me say these things ..."

"I could make it worse for you, Mrs. Radson. A lot worse."

Debby shuddered. She yanked her jeans and panties down her legs and
masturbated in a wild frenzy.

"I could make you do that all day. I could make you /want/ to do it all
day. Would you like to be addicted to frigging yourself? Ten times a
day? Twenty? Or you just simply have to do it every waking moment?"

"Uhhn ... n-no ... p-please, Melissa ...!"

Wet sounds filled the room. Melissa pushed harder. Debby uttered a
desperate cry as she felt the Darkness closing in on her, suffocating
what was left of her free will. She struggled against it, but the
pressure against her mental shield only increased.

Each time Melissa nudged a little harder, that remaining bit of will
pushed back. She could sense it quivering before her. It could not hold
out indefinitely. Yet she sensed her link to Brad already growing
weaker. He would slip from her control if she kept this up.

Melissa pushed again. Debby frantically finger-fucked herself. It was
becoming an all-consuming need. She was at the edge of a chasm filled
with inky black. If she slid into it, she would fall and never come
back out. She dug in her heels and resisted with everything she had
left.

Melissa's control over Brad was tenuous now. She could already sense
some bewilderment on his part as to what he had been doing for the past
few days. She was losing him.

/You will not lose him if you put everything into one push./

Melissa panted and pushed a little harder. Debby's resistance trembled,
but refused to yield. The essence that made her Debby Radson still lay
just barely out of Melissa's reach.

/Everything. All your power. One quick burst./

Melissa swallowed. She could feel it. Energy throbbed and strained, as
if eager to be unleashed. One second was all it would take, and it
would be over. Debby would be neutralized. She would be practically
mindless.

/You will put the thoughts in her head that she needs to survive. But
then discard her. She is unimportant./

Melissa clenched her teeth. One push. She could do it. She felt the
power waiting to be used. Mindless. Debby would be utterly broken.
/Mindless/. She would be better off dead.

/Then arrange that instead if you wish./

Melissa uttered a tiny gasp. She pulled back, mentally and physically.
Debby felt the intense pressure vanish, and the tendrils of Darkness
snap back. Her hand moved at a more sedate pace. She cried out softly
in orgasm, moaning in distress at the deep ache in her pussy.

Melissa took a deep breath and let it go. Her eyes burned as she gazed
at Debby again. "You see? I could have destroyed you just now. I could
have left you nothing more than a puppet. A little wind-up toy. /A
husk./ Don't cross me. Don't /ever/ cross me. Don't even fucking
/think/ about crossing me!"

Melissa shot out of her chair and burst out of the room. In her anger,
she lashed out at Susan mentally and made her collapse to the floor in
a mind-numbing orgasm.

Melissa took a few more deep breaths to calm herself. She eased off
Susan. "Get up, you look pathetic."

Susan rose slowly to her feet, still panting.

"After school, I want you and Ann to go to that adult shop on Oak
Street," Melissa said. "Buy the biggest dildo they have. Then go home
and take turns fucking yourselves senseless with it."

Susan shuddered. "Yes, Melissa," she said softly. She trembled as she
already grew horny just thinking about it.

"Now, come on. And try not to moan at every little orgasm you get along
the way."

Melissa had to keep her anger engaged. It was the only way she could
drown out the pendant. It was not speaking to her directly, but she
could sense its presence in her head. And it was not pleased with her.

It was not pleased at all.



Diane stepped off the school bus just as another pulled in behind it.
She smiled faintly and felt a tingle in her sex as she drifted in that
direction, waiting for Heather to emerge.

It had been a long time since Diane could remember herself feeling this
happy. She had finally consummated her relationship with Heather and
didn't need to hide it from anyone. She didn't even care about the
mocking sniggers and vicious gossip that she had heard around her
through the bus ride.

Heather saw Diane and waved. Diane rushed over to her lover. "Hi,
Heather, did you ... oh!"

Heather leaned in and kissed Diane on the mouth. Diane uttered a slow
sigh through her nose. The kiss did not last long, but it was tender
and affectionate. It left Diane with a feeling of pleasant warmth over
her body despite the chill air.

"Ugh. Are you two going to suck face like that every morning now?"
Melinda piped, wrinkling her nose.

Diane smirked. "Not like you don't know what it's like to do another
girl, right?"

Melinda blushed. "Oh, shut up. For your information, we've hardly done
anything since you two got it on. Not much, anyway."

"I just make her touch herself when she's trying to get dressed,"
Heather said with a giggle.

"Yeah, and you almost made us miss the bus, you bubblehead!"

Heather and Diane laughed. To Diane, it was like old times again.

"I just wish you two hadn't done it in front of everyone the other day.
I'm getting teased because of it," Melinda said sullenly.

"Not like I had a choice, runt," said Heather. "And I don't really
care. You'll just have to deal."

"Or maybe I can help."

The voice caught them all by surprise, but Melinda recovered first. "Go
fuck yourself, Brad, you big turd," she hissed.

Brad cast a disdainful look at her. "Sorry, I don't listen to little
kids."

"/Little kid?!/" Melinda screeched. "Listen, you fuckhead, I ...!"

"Melinda, hush," said Heather. "Let me handle this."

"Ooo, you're gonna handle me?" Brad said with a smarmy grin. "I got
something I want ya to handle, babe."

Heather smiled coldly. "Better 'handle' that yourself, because that's
the closest you're going to get to me touching it."

"Yeah? Maybe I can change your mind."

"Don't you dare!" Melinda cried. "You do that, and I'll see it for
sure! You can't get away with anything that the rest of us won't know
about!"

"She's right, Brad," Diane said, feeling a little bolder with Heather
next to her. "They can see if you mess with Heather."

Brad turned to Diane. "Then maybe I should check /you/ out, instead."

Diane's eyes widened, and her foot moved as if to back up a step.

"In case your tiny little brain hasn't figured it out yet, Brad,
Diane's not into guys," Heather said loftily.

"Oh yeah? Betcha I could change that. Would you like that, Diane, huh?"

Diane suddenly drew in her breath sharply as another wave of heat
passed over her. She let it go as a ragged sigh, her pussy tingly and
hot. She closed her eyes and shook her head violently as an image of
herself humping his cock filled her head.

Brad smirked. "Yeah, that'll feel good, huh? That'll be better than
anything Heather could stick in there."

Diane moaned and shivered, partially out of forced arousal, partially
from utter revulsion. Each stroke of a phantom cock in her mind's eye
increased her desire and disgust in equal measure.

Heather stepped between Diane and Brad. "Stop it! Leave her alone!"

"Diane? Are you all right?" Melinda called out.

"N-no ... please, stop ..." Diane moaned as she staggered against
Melinda, panting softly. She shuddered as her pussy throbbed.

Brad grinned. "Yeah, I can do it for you, Diane. Just you and me. I'll
show you what you're missing out on when ..."

"/Ned, no!!/" came a sudden shout behind them.

The next moment, Brad was nearly knocked off his feet. He staggered to
the side, twisting his body to avoid falling, but just barely. He spun
around and glared at his attacker.

"Ya hard o'hearin', dude?" said an red-faced Ned, his hands clenched,
his eyes narrowed to angry slits. "Or ya jus' got bonked in the head
with the football to many times? Lady said leave her alone."

Diane took advantage of the distraction. Breaking Brad's concentration
had freed her from his influence. She swallowed and staggered away,
trying to ignore the lingering ache from her forced orgasm.

Heather came up to her and draped an arm around her shoulders. "You
okay?"

Diane nodded, still catching her breath. "I'm fine now. Thank you."

Cassie ran up to them and clutched at Ned's arm. "Ned, please, he'll
hurt you!"

Brad snickered. "Ooo, he'll hurt you!" he cried in a mocking falsetto
before he dissolved into laughter. He made a come-on gesture to Ned.
"Fine. Go ahead, take a swing at me. You pussy. You freak."

Ned clenched his teeth and shook with rage. His muscles tensed. Cassie
tightened her hold on his arm. "Dude, I grew up in Bed-Stuy in New
York. Ya don't know what yer messin' with. An' ... mebbe I don't wanna
see ya hurt that bad."

Brad smirked. "Awful sweet of you, nosy. But then maybe /I/ want to see
/you/ hurt."

"/AHEM./"

Brad snapped his head around and froze. Ned just smirked.

"/Well/, Mr. Weston?" said Mr. Seeger. "Care to explain that little
threat you just made?"

"Brad started it this time!" Melinda cried. "He did! He ...!"

"Enough, Miss Sovert. I am very well aware of what happened." He turned
back to Brad. "I'm waiting, Mr. Weston."

"Uh ... um, well ..."

"Yes, I see you are as eloquent as always."

Melinda had to clamp her hand over her mouth to avoid laughing.

"This time you have no excuse. You made a very clear and overt threat.
Your detention is extended to two weeks."

Brad's mouth dropped open. "What?!"

"Is there a problem, Mr. Weston?"

"What about the No ... Ned? He shoved me!"

Seeger looked at Ned. Ned cracked a tiny smile and tipped an imaginary
hat at him. Seeger's jaw tightened. "I saw no such thing."

Brad fumed silently. Cassie glanced curiously at Seeger.

"No more argument from you. Get to class. That goes for all of you."
Seeger turned on his heel and left. Brad glared at the others before he
headed away as well.

"Well, that takes care of that bag of hot air," Ned said with a grin.
"All in a day's work for ... /mmph!/"

Cassie had thrown her arms around him and kissed him full on the lips.

Ned just stared at her when she broke off. "Um ... wow ... I, uh ...
what was that for?"

"For /not/ trying to fight him," Cassie said. "I prefer you intact."

"What is this, Haven kiss-in-public day? Jeez!" Melinda piped.

"Sounds good to me," Ned said, still grinning. Cassie giggled.

"We lucked out," Diane said. "Seeger could've given you detention, Ned,
and we'd really be screwed having another member down."

"I don't know about that, Diane," said Cassie. "I don't think it was
luck. I saw Seeger while I was running over to you. He was looking
right at you, Ned. He /did/ see you push him."

Ned blinked. "He did? Why ain't I gonna serve time with Brad then?"

"Does it matter?" Melinda said. "Maybe he finally figured out Brad's a
total dick."

"Anyway, we better get to class," Cassie said.

"Um, you all go on," Heather said. "I want to talk to Diane for a
moment."

Melinda rolled her eyes and muttered something about making out as she
followed Ned and Cassie inside.

Heather turned to Diane and smiled. "So ... are you still up to this
afternoon?"

"Huh? Oh yes. Yes, of course."

"Did you bring the paper again with the spells on it?" Heather asked in
a husky voice.

"I did. I-I have it my pocket."

"Any new spells you want me to try on you?"

"There w-was only one more. The ... the enslavement spell ..."

"Oh? I thought there were two incantations left."

"Yes, but ... but that last one is different, it ... it sort of makes
other spells more permanent."

Heather looked surprised. "Permanent? You want me to control your pussy
permanently?"

Diane shivered. "I-I don't know why I wrote that one down, honestly,
but ... um ..."

"But what?"

Diane hesitated, then shook her head. "Never mind. It's not important."

Heather smiled. "Okay, then, we'll meet after school. This is going to
be a lot of fun."

Diane slowly smiled.



Jason met Cassie's limo a short distance from his neighborhood and got
the book from her. He then took a circuitous route towards the
foothills road, trying to avoid being seen by anyone that might know
his mother. He saw Richie lounging against the railing along the side
of a short bridge that forded a dry stream bed.

"'bout time you got here," Richie grumbled.

Jason dismounted from his bike. "I sort of took the long way to get
here. You should have as well."

Richie shrugged.

"You're not afraid of getting caught?"

Richie snorted. "Like my Mom is really gonna care."

The usual acid sting to his voice when he spoke about his mother was
absent. His tone was more one of resignation than anything else. Jason
missed this, and sighed in exasperation. "I really wish you'd stop to
think for once."

"Look, if you're just gonna get on my case the whole time, I'm gonna go
home, 'kay?"

He turned away. Jason grabbed his arm. Richie spun around and was about
to yank his arm viciously from Jason's grip when he saw the contrite
look in Jason's face.

"You're right, I'm sorry," Jason said, letting go of Richie's arm.

Richie's expression softened. "Whatever. I mean ... yeah, no prob."

Jason nodded once. "Anyway, we should get started. This is going to be
a bit of a hike. I looked on a trails map and I think Cassie misheard
Diane, or her family is in exceptionally good shape. This is more like
a three ..."

"I've given her up."

Jason stopped, looking confused. "Given up ... oh ... Miss Davis, you
mean?"

"Yeah, her. Cold turkey. We're done. That satisfy you?"

Richie couldn't help but let that last acerbic comment slip out. He
regretted it as soon as he had said it, but he didn't try to apologize
for it.

Jason gave Richie a neutral look. "It wasn't about satisfying me. It
...."

"I know, I know. Don't go into again, 'kay? I did it cuz I don't wanna
fuck up her life anymore than I already did."

"Than you already did? What do you mean by ...?"

"Never mind. Forget it. Just ... something I saw. Something I didn't
like."

Jason understood. He was very curious what it was Richie had seen in
Miss Davis' past, but he would not push it. The point was that Richie
had done it for the right reason, and not just to get in good with
Jason or the others.

But he had trouble letting go. That betrayal to Nyssa still stung like
a wound that wouldn't close. He didn't think anything could heal that.

"Come on, let's get going," Jason said.

The two of them mounted their bikes and pedaled down the road leading
west out of town.



"Marcie."

Marcie Fuller appeared at the door to Laura Bendon's office and gave
her Mistress a languid gaze. "Yes, Miss Bendon?"

Laura gestured towards her computer. On the monitor was an email from
Marcie titled "Absentee and Truancy Report for Oct 11 2005."

Marcie's dark and slightly glazed eyes glanced at the screen. "Yes, I
sent you that earlier. Is there something wrong with it?" Her voice
betrayed a genuine fear that she had somehow displeased her Mistress.

"I see Jason Conner and Richie Gardner's names on this list."

"Yes, that's correct, Miss Bendon."

Laura considered for a moment. "Do you specifically remember receiving
a call from either of their parents?"

Marcie's eyes widened. "Come to think of it, Miss Bendon, no, I don't
recall that. That's a bit strange, isn't it?"

Laura leaned back in her chair. Marcie was a bit scatterbrained.
Enslaving her had no effect, either for better or for worse. Even
offering her additional pleasures when she properly remembered things
had not helped.

Normally, Laura would not have even questioned it. But where it was two
of the Harbingers, that made it rather suspicious.

"Should I call their parents, Miss Bendon?" Marcie asked, anxious for
her Mistress to give her an order.

"No, not yet. But I wish Melissa Hendell to be sent to my office after
her current class is over."

Marcie sighed softly as pleasure swept over her. "Mmm ... right away,
Miss Bendon ..."



"Fuck ... gotta ... I gotta stop ..." Richie breathed.

"'s'okay," Jason panted in response. "We're here."

Both their bicycles staggered to a stop at the crossing gate lowered
across the road into the campgrounds. Richie reached out a trembling
hand to steady himself. Jason dismounted, then nearly fell to the
ground when his weak and aching legs threatened to give out from under
him.

Jason stumbled to a post and leaned against it, panting so hard in the
cool air that his throat hurt. Despite the chill, the morning sun
against their jackets had warmed them just enough so that both were
sweaty from the effort.

Still breathing hard, Jason yanked down the zipper of his jacket and
welcomed the cold breeze against his shirt. He looked at his watch.
"Two ... t-two and a half ..." he croaked. "Better ... than I thought
.... we'd do ..."

Richie got off his bike, letting it fall to the dirt. He draped himself
over the gate like a rag doll. "Oh man ... felt like fucking two /days/
...."

Jason looked at his bike, where the bag with the book hung from one
handle. Trying to steer the bike with that weight had been a challenge.
"S-sorry. But this is the only place it could be."

Richie groaned and straightened up. He looked past the gate. Parts of
the road were obscured with patches of snow. Much of what was uncovered
was muddy. "Man, it's a fuckin' mess in there," he muttered.

Jason finally caught his breath and came alongside Richie. "Might be
easier to go on foot."

"Yeah, but how far, huh?"

"I don't know. I think you're just going to have to keep walking while
holding the book."

Richie rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Gimme the book, then."

Jason went to his bike and lifted the bag from the handle. He took out
the book and handed it to Richie.

Richie grasped it firmly in his hands. Suddenly it was as if Jason were
racing away from him, dissolving into a mist. The world spun around his
head ...



/She stood upon a heavily rutted road that was still damaged from the
soaking rains of the previous season, surveying the land around her
with an imperious gaze. She held the book reverently in one arm,
cradled against her like a pampered pet. She ignored the wind as it
wrapped her simple robes around her tall and statuesque body./

/When the wind fell, so did the rustle of the leaves, and thus gave
rise to a softer sound./

/Whimpers of both pleasure and fear drifted to her ears, but she paid
them little heed. Behind her, four teenage girls stood in a row. They
were naked, their bodies shivering both from the cool night breeze and
the soft pleasure that suffused their loins to keep them quiet and
content./

/And now another figure stood among the four. It was the black-haired
Jessica, wearing robes similar to those of the older woman. Her eyes
betrayed sympathy and worry as they beheld the teenage girls' plight.
She draped an arm around one of them as if in comfort before
approaching the older woman./

/"Do you feel it, Jessica?" the older woman asked, an eagerness in her
voice./

/"I do, Agatha," said Jessica placidly. "I am rather astonished I can
feel it this strongly."/

/"It is the most powerful of the lines that run under Haven. It is the
perfect location. We shall ..."/

/"Agatha, I'm worried."/

/The woman turned and regarded Jessica with a lofty gaze. "Indeed?"/

/Jessica glanced at the four teenagers. Agatha did as well. A smile
curled her lips. All four suddenly moaned deeply and shuddered, two
falling to their knees as strong orgasms overtook all of them./

/Jessica took a deep breath, her eyes troubled. "I fear we might hurt
them. That they can't take the power that will be flowing through
them."/

/Agatha's expression did not change in the slightest. She held out a
hand. "The receptacle?"/

/Jessica sighed and reached into her robes. She handed Agatha a small
wooden box with a tiny metal clasp./

/"You have prepared this correctly?"/

/"Yes, Agatha. I followed the directions in the Rite to the letter."/

/"Then you worry over nothing. Nothing physical happens to the body,
Jessica, I have told you that over and over. They will be mere puppets.
Husks. Emptied of mind and volition."/

/"Until you restore their souls to them."/

/There had been a slight inquisitive tone to Jessica's voice. Agatha
either did not hear it, or chose to ignore it. She turned away. "We
continue onward. It is not far from here."/

/"Yes, Agatha."/

/Jessica quietly shepherded the girls after her mentor./



"Richie? Richie!"

Richie blinked and staggered as reality settled around him once more.
"Whoa ... what a trip ..."

"What happened? Did you see something?"

"Oh yeah, man. Shit, that was freaky." Richie conveyed to Jason what he
had seen.

"That must have been her, the one I read about," Jason explained.
"Agatha Kessru, the one the police wanted to question about the
disappearance of those girls. And those four were probably them."

"Dunno what she had planned for 'em, dude, but it looked kinda kinky."

Jason sensed the amusement in Richie's voice and frowned deeply. "This
isn't funny, okay? It's not your damn private peep show. Those four are
.... were ... going to be used in that Rite of Power. Cassie told you
how terrible that ..."

"Hey, fine, okay! Jesus Christ, I know all that! I can't help it if I
like lookin' at naked chicks. It's in the past, man. Chill."

The confidence in his voice wavered, but he wouldn't back down. He was
growing tired of Jason harping on everything he said.

Jason sighed. "Sorry. All right, at least we know we're on the right
track. Let's lock up the bikes and keep moving. If we're lucky we won't
run into a ranger."



Melissa frowned.

"What is it?" Laura asked.

"Dammit. I lost it. For a few minutes I couldn't see anything."

"He put the book down?"

Melissa shook her head. "Now they're talking about something Richie
saw. Shit, what the hell did he see? I didn't see it! It was like it
just totally blanked out!"

Laura leaned back in her chair. "What are they saying now?"

"They're talking about the Rite, but like it was in the past. Like ..."

"Like the one that Mrs. Radson claimed happened?"

Melissa stared at Laura. "What are you talking about?"

Laura steepled her fingers. "I believe we have just discovered Richie's
power."

Melissa looked confused.

"He can see into the past, Miss Hendell," Laura said patiently. "It
makes sense. Miss Kendall, the present. Miss Sovert, the future. And
now Mr. Gardner, the past. It is little wonder that they have learned
so much."

"They have not learned about the link with the pendant!" Melissa
shouted. "There's no way they could know!"

Laura stood up. "Nevertheless, Miss Hendell, you should consider
speeding up your plans. Every moment that passes now means they get
closer to the truth. If I am correctly surmising what Richie and Jason
are doing, they are attempting to witness the last time the Rite was
performed."

"So what? What difference does ..."

"Because they will know that the Rite was once stopped."

Melissa fell silent. She gripped the pendant in her fingers, briefly
cutting off its emerald light.

"Miss Hendell, do you have Mrs. Radson under your control? And I mean
/tight/ control?"

"I have her under as much control as I can. I need power to finish what
I started with Heather. I was going to do that today until you
interrupted me!"

Laura gave her a dubious look. "And was that the thinking behind that
clumsy attempt with Mr. Weston earlier?"

"I told you, I pushed Diane into finding that spell that would enslave
her. And then the one that would make it permanent. What I did with
Brad today was so I could get into Diane's head again and reduce some
of her own inhibitions a little more."

Laura considered, then nodded for Melissa to continue.

"All I have to do now is give Heather another push. Then Heather will
have Diane under her complete control. Then all I need to do is take
Heather. That way I can keep control over Susan's mother until the last
possible moment. Then just when I start the Rite I can assert complete
control over Diane and give up the others, since I won't need them
anymore."

"And if you push that hard on Heather, the other Harbingers will see
it."

Melissa smiled wickedly. "Not if I take out their most sensitive one
long enough to get done what I need to do with Heather and Diane. I'll
have to give up Brad so I have enough power, but I won't need him
anymore."

"Very well. What about the receptacle?"

"It will be finished tonight. I'm supposed to pick it up tomorrow
morning."

"I strongly suggest you perform the Rite at the earliest opportunity,
Miss Hendell. Do not wait much longer. Do not give the Harbingers time
to figure anything out."

"But why am I not seeing what Richie is seeing?" Melissa cried,
clenching her fists.

"It doesn't matter. Stop being distracted by that. Focus on what you
need to do."

Melissa took a deep breath to calm her anger. She hated being told what
to do. She was supposed to be the one in control, but it seemed as if
other people were calling the shots. Laura was making sense, but she
resented it just the same. "Fine. Let me go back to class and work on
Heather through Brad. I need all the concentration I can get to pull
this off right."

Laura nodded. "Very well. And I suggest you tuck that pendant into your
blouse, unless you want everyone to wonder if you are making some
foolish fashion statement."

Melissa opened her hand. The pendant was still glowing as it maintained
its link to the book. She tucked it under her blouse, but when that
left a dull green glow against the fabric, she slipped it into her bra
instead.

"Now get back to class," Laura said. She smiled. "While I make a little
bit of trouble for Mr. Conner and Mr. Gardner."



"Wait," Richie said.

Jason came to a stop. They had abandoned the hopelessly muddy road for
the dead grass along the side, which provided better footing. A line of
firs and lodgepoles towered over them, the high branches rustling in a
constant, soft cacophony in the breeze. It was the only sound to be
heard, a quiet that Jason found to be a little eerie.

Richie stood silently with the book gripped in his hands, his eyes
closed. "I'm seein' something."

"Where?"

Richie's brow scrunched in thought. He opened his eyes and looked
towards the trees. "They turned that way and sorta disappeared."

Jason looked around, taking a few steps one direction down the line of
trees, then the other. He finally stepped forward and pointed. "There.
I see a path. Probably a nature trail. It's kind of steep."

Richie snorted. "When's that stopped us, huh? Least it's downhill.
C'mon, let's go, this frickin' book is heavy."

Jason fell into step behind Richie and clasped his shoulder.

Richie stopped and turned. "What?"

"I want to make sure that if it starts, I get pulled in with you. I
want to see this for myself."

Richie shrugged. "Whatever. Sure you don't just wanna see the naked
girls?"

Jason frowned.

"Sorry. Jeez, chill out, dude."

Richie quickly started down the path before his false bravado failed
him. The chill of the high-altitude air clutched at them as the sun was
reduced to dappled patterns on the ground.

Richie cursed as he nearly tripped over a fallen branch, then again as
he fell against a spruce and felt the needles go through his shirt
sleeve. "Fuck, I hate nature," Richie grumbled as he stomped down the
path.

"Look, I think there's a clearing up ahead," said Jason.

They picked their way down a final sharp decline before emerging into
the open ...

.... And the two of them blinked in surprise when it abruptly became
night.

Agatha stepped to one end of the clearing and set down her gas lantern.
She thrust an arm towards the other end. "Put yours there, and the
third along the line."

Jessica stepped away from the four girls, the two lanterns in her hands
swinging gently as she walked. She silently placed one lantern at the
other end of the clearing, then started towards Richie and Jason.

Jason's eyes widened. He pulled Richie out of the way, although he was
already starting to move. "Get off, I'm comin'," Richie said in
irritation.

"Sorry," Jason said as Jessica put the lantern in the spot where they
stood not a second ago. "I'm not sure what would happen if I touched
...."

"Um ... nothing happens. Just passes through you. You can't do nothin'
with no one in these things." He looked wistfully at the four naked
teens.

Jason also looked, but more in sympathy than anything else.

The four girls were standing in an uneven line, trembling and
whimpering. Even in the dim light, it was clear they were kept in a
constant state of intense sexual arousal. Their thighs glistened, new
moisture occasionally tricking down when one of them orgasmed.

Agatha stood at a point between the two end lanterns and faced the four
girls. She smiled. "Oh yes, I can feel it, Jessica. We stand on a
powerful force line under Haven. It leads directly to the node. It is
little wonder that I had my first taste of true power here. It ... "

She hesitated and turned her head.

Jason turned his head with her. He nudged Richie. "Look."

The lantern that had been placed on the ground near them was growing
brighter, the flames taking on a greenish tinge.

Jessica noticed this as well, and her eyes widened. "It's not supposed
to do that ..."

Jason stared at her. "It's not?" he asked, realizing a moment later
that it was foolish to try to ask any of them a question. The scene was
so real to him it was difficult to remember that it was not really
happening.

"Yes," Agatha whispered huskily. She raised her book. "Yes, I can feel
it! It's like it's already reaching out to me. It knows I want the
power, Jessica!"

"Oh, wow, check it out!" Richie said, pointing.

Jason already saw it. The eye on the cover of Agatha's book was
glowing, casting its emerald light over the clearing, bathing
everything in sickly green.

Agatha lowered the book. Now the pendant had a glowing eye as well,
just as bright.

Jessica stepped forward. "Agatha, something is not right here.
Something feels off."

"What are you talking about, child?" Agatha snapped.

"The book ... your pendant ... why are they glowing when we have not
started the Rite yet?"

Agatha sighed. "I am tired of this, Jessica. This was simply an
annoyance before when you kept questioning me, but I have no patience
for it now. If you do not want to participate, then leave. But do not
think I will share my power with you afterward."

Jessica lowered her eyes. "I'll stay," she said softly.

"That's better." She turned to the four girls and smiled wickedly. Her
gaze alighted on each one in turn. Each girl was rendered helpless in
the throes of a massive orgasm, any remaining resistance in her already
addled mind crumbling away.

"Jesus!" Jason gasped as the nearby lantern abruptly shattered. The
flames leapt into the air, a luminescent tongue of eldritch acid green
fire that remained in place despite the loss of its container. The eye
on the book and the pendant glowed brighter still in response.

Agatha smiled in satisfaction. "They are ready. Jessica?"

Jessica reached a trembling hand under her robe, even as her eyes
darted anxiously at the unnatural source of light. She placed the
wooden box in Agatha's outstretched hand, unlatched it, and flipped
open the lid.

Agatha thrust the open box before her and turned to the first girl.
"/Tophr'ulthis orgos ron'renthrala!/"

Hearing the incantation itself made the hairs on Jason's neck stand on
end, but it was nothing compared to what happened next.

The girl raised her head and gasped, a look of abject horror on her
face as if she only now knew exactly what was about to happen to her.
She raised her hands as if to ward off an attack, then froze in place
when her body was suffused with a bright, cool blue light. Her arms
slowly lowered to her sides. Her eyes became fixed and staring.

The glow gathered itself into a concentrated ball of almost blinding
blue-white light that hovered before the girl's face. Her eyes stared
mindlessly at it. Her body did not move save for the rise and fall of
her chest as she breathed.

A tendril of poisonous green emerged from the heart of the box. Both
Jason and Richie recoiled as it slithered in the air like a horrible,
disembodied tentacle. It lashed out towards the girl, wrapping itself
around the blue-white orb of energy. A tortured scream shattered the
moment of calm as the ball of light was pulled into the box. The glow
dimmed, until it was a swirl of tenuous blue-green mist.

"Th-this is getting a little freaky, Jason ..." Richie croaked, his
eyes wide and shimmering.

Jason simply had no words. He felt sick to his stomach. The sound of
that scream was still echoing in his head.

He heard it three more times. Agatha turned to each one in turn and
repeated the same incantation. Each time it was the same. The last one,
despite Agatha's enslavement, screamed in the flesh when Agatha began
her incantation.

It ended the same. The scream died on her lips, only to be continued in
her spirit. Jason's eyes were blurred with tears.

Richie simply stared. It was as if his own thoughts were frozen.

The last one was pulled into the box. Now the blue-green miasma within
writhed and frothed, as if a struggle were taking place. The box itself
began to shake.

"Close it!" Agatha snapped. "Jessica, do not dawdle! /Close it now!/"

Jessica had been shaken as well by what she had seen. She surged
forward and closed the lid of the box, securing the latch. It continued
to tremble as she took it from Agatha.

Agatha glared at Jessica. "You will not open that until we have
concluded. If you do, you risk disrupting the Rite. And you may do
damage to their souls. And I will be very angry."

Jessica swallowed and nodded, cradling the quivering box in both her
hands as she stepped back.

Agatha turned to the four. They stared mindlessly back. She gestured.
The four turned as one towards the bright green flame.

Richie's breath caught. Jason felt bile rise to his throat. He
swallowed it back down with an audible click.

Their eyes were totally dead. They were breathing and their hearts were
beating, but it was just a shell. There was no mind. No /person/.

Suddenly Richie was no longer so interested in their nudity.

Jason forced himself to avert his eyes from the four girls. Now he was
looking at Jessica. She was staring at the green flame, shaking her
head. Her eyes held a troubled look beyond her concern for the four
teens or the box she held in her hands.

Agatha turned. "You worry for no reason, Jessica. Everything is
perfect. I can already feel the power surging, ready to flow into me. I
barely need to call it to me. It already knows who its Mistress is. And
now I shall summon it."

Agatha gripped the book and held it before her, brandishing it like a
shield.

"/Tophr'altkas ron'kninetala progetha donlas ron'seltha!/"

A blinding beam of emerald light erupted from the tongue of acid green
flame. It struck the four mindless teens, surrounding them like a
glowing cocoon. Their mouths dropped open and their eyes shone with
unholy brilliance.

The four let out a single collective moan. Fluid splashed from their
pussies. Energy drew itself together and knifed towards Agatha. It
passed through the eye of the book and into the pendant, and for a
moment, it was as if the two were linked.

Jason stared.

/As if the two were linked./

"Jason! Jason!" Richie screeched. "/What's that?!/"

Jason blinked, purple spots dancing before his eyes where he had beheld
the light, and turned towards his friend. Richie was pointing at the
tongue of flame, his arm shaking badly.

Swirling black darkness, blacker than anything that they had ever seen
on even the worst Aura, rose from the flame.

/My time has come./

Jason shuddered violently. It was if an icicle had been plunged into
his his heart and froze his very blood to ice. Even across the gulf of
time he could hear the Darkness.

"Yes!" Agatha cried in exultation. "It's working! I can feel it!"

/Your power it is not. It is mine./

Jason stared, suddenly puzzled. It was indeed the voice of the
Darkness, there was no mistaking it. And yet, there was something
different about it.

It was ... primitive. That was the only way Jason could describe it.
When he heard the Darkness on those possessed by it, he sensed a
frightful cunning and terrible intelligence behind it. But in this
vision, it was attenuated, as if it were not fully formed.

"Go away!" Richie suddenly bellowed. "GO AWAY! /JASON, MAKE IT GO
AWAY!!/"

/Give me life./

Jason barely comprehended Richie's shout, his eyes still fixed on the
visage of their enemy. The Darkness rose and became a figure. It was
vague, like a sketch or caricature. It may have been vaguely humanoid,
but he was not sure. It could have been his own mind trying desperately
to see something familiar in something so utterly alien.

What was clear, however, was a sense a terrible hunger, mixed with
desperation.

Jessica suddenly gasped, the box tumbling from her hands. It lay on the
ground, the energy within rattling hard against the latch. "Agatha, no!
Something is coming out of the node! Something ..."

/I will take yours./

The figure dissolved into a formless black fog and flowed into the
violent energies streaming into Agatha.

"NO!!" Jessica screamed and ran towards Agatha.

Jason staggered back a few steps. Despite the horror that was unfolding
before him, he had to watch. He had to find out what happened when the
Rite was completed.

Jessica lunged. Jason barely saw it happen. The green light died.
Agatha was on the ground along with her book. Jessica held the pendant
in her hand, its chain snapped.

The Darkness shimmered, writhed, and screamed.

Jason nearly threw up. The intensity of its rage and fury was almost
too much for him to bear. Mercifully, it was gone when the Darkness
vanished a moment later.

With a soft sigh, all four teens collapsed to the ground.

Richie trembled. His eyes darted fearfully around the clearing. He let
out a moan of relief when the Darkness was nowhere to be seen.

Jason lifted a shaking hand to his forehead. He didn't understand. The
Rite was interrupted? It was never finished? But then that meant ...

"Agatha ... Agatha, are you all right?" came Jessica's shaky voice as
she helped the older woman sit up. "Are you ...?"

Her words were interrupted by a vicious slap to her face. Jessica
gasped and fell back on her rear, looking up in astonishment as Agatha
loomed over her.

"Why did you do that?! Why did you stop the Rite, you insolent little
/BITCH?!/"

Jessica rose unsteadily to her feet. "S-something was coming, Agatha.
Something terrible! A thing ... an entity ... this is what I had sensed
all along! There's something inhabiting this node! Something unnatural!
You almost released it!"

Agatha stared at her, red-faced. "You expect me to believe that? You
expect me to believe you just didn't want the power for yourself?!"

"No one should have it! Don't you understand? Anyone that tries this
will release that ... that /thing!/"

"And perhaps that is the source of the power, did you stop to think of
that, you /stupid/ girl?!"

"It would have possessed you! Or destroyed your spirit and used your
husk as its body."

"Perhaps that is a small price to pay for such power!"

Jessica stared. "You're insane. I won't listen to this anymore." She
marched away from Agatha and picked up the box.

Agatha gasped and stepped forward. "What are you doing?!"

Jessica turned. "I am releasing them from this horrid Rite."

Agatha surged forward. "No! Stop! If you do that, I cannot use them
again! They ...!"

But just as Agatha gasped her arm, Jessica released the latch.

The box exploded. Blue white light shot out of the remains, breaking
free of the now feeble pull of the green, which fell back and faded to
nothingness behind them. The swirling globes floated to the prone
bodies on the grass. Each was suffused with a pure blue glow. Life and
mind pooled back into their eyes. When the glow had faded, they moaned
and stirred.

"Thank God," Jason murmured, teary with relief.

"/You have ruined everything!/" Agatha screamed.

"I saved your life!" Jessica shouted back.

The four teenage girls rose to their feet, looking confused and scared.
Some of them started to cry. Agatha turned and glared at them. Tears
stopped, and they began masturbating.

"Let them go," Jessica demanded.

Agatha ignored her and picked up the book.

"I said, let them go! You can't use them anymore!"

Agatha whirled around. "They are all I have thanks to you! I will keep
them for now."

"You can't! They'll be missed from school. They ..."

"I will be taking them away from here." She smiled wickedly. "To a new
life."

"What are you talking about?"

"They still need to be punished for what they did to me. If I am to be
denied power, then I will need to be content with revenge. Oh, don't
worry, I will let them go eventually. After I am through with them."

Jessica gave her mentor a horrified look. "You can't mean ... they're
only sixteen!"

"Perfect. Men love them that young."

"What??"

"Huh?!" Richie cried as well, startling Jason.

The four moaned as they orgasmed. They continued stroking themselves,
whimpering with the desperate need to stop and let the terrible ache in
their pussies abate.

"Perhaps I cannot keep them enslaved forever," said Agatha. "But I can
change them. I can addict them to this pleasure. I can make it so they
crave it every day. Several times a day, with many, many partners."

Richie's lower lip trembled.

"That will ruin their lives!" Jessica cried. "You're making them into
harlots! They won't be any better than prostitutes!"

"A fitting end, I would say." Agatha turned to the girls. "Come along."

Jessica gripped the pendant tightly in her hand as Agatha passed. "You
won't be able to do much without that spell book."

Agatha slowly turned. Her grip on the book tightened as she cast an
imperious look at Jessica. "Is that a threat?"

Jessica said nothing in reply.

"Do not even consider crossing me. Our alliance is at an end. Do not
make us enemies. You will regret it. Dearly." She smiled coldly. "And
that is even assuming you can find the book after tonight. Or me."

Agatha left, the four helpless teens following her.

Jessica lifted her hand and uncurled her fingers. She stared down at
the pendant.

"Don't be so sure of that," she murmured. She closed her eyes briefly.
A feeble light glowed in the center of the pentacle for a few moments,
then faded. She started to turn away ...

.... and vanished.

Daylight, and the present, returned.
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