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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: 25 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 numb with shock. He almost didn't realize he had returned to
the present. He could still feel the icy chill of the Darkness. He
could still see the horribly empty eyes of the girls. He could still
hear the terrible scream of their spirits being ripped from their
bodies.

He finally shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. He was still
frightened, as if Agatha were there about to jump out at them like some
bad horror film. He had to force himself to think logically rather than
emotionally. Several revelations had come to him, and he had to piece
together what it all meant.

"All right," Jason finally said. "We know the what the real danger of
the Rite is. But we know it can be stopped. Why didn't Susan's mother
mention this? Maybe Melissa prevented her. Richie, do you have ...
Richie?"

Richie stood a short distance away. His eyes were cast downward at the
book. His breathing was ragged, his hands clenched into fists.

Jason took a step towards him. "Richie? Are you ...?"

Richie dropped the book to the ground, drew back his foot, and with a
look of red-faced fury gave the book a hard kick.

"Richie!" Jason cried, trying to grab his arm.

Richie violently shook him off while delivering blow after blow to the
spell book. When his kicks did it no damage -- a cracked spine mending
itself in seconds, torn pages repairing themselves in time for the next
blow, crumpled parchment smoothing itself out in a blink of an eye --
his blows became even more vicious.

Finally with a scream of frustration that made Jason recoil, Richie
picked up the book and flung it as hard as he could across the
clearing. He finally turned towards Jason. His eyes were as red as his
face and blurred with tears. He bared his teeth like a feral animal.

"I HATE THIS POWER!" he bellowed. "I FUCKING HATE IT! I DON'T WANT TO
SEE THIS SHIT ANYMORE!"

Jason never saw Richie this angry before. He would have feared for his
own safety if he had not seen a tear trickle down Richie's cheek.
"Richie ... I-I'm sorry, I didn't know it would be like ..."

"Jason, tell me what happened to those four girls!" Richie's voice
cracked. "Tell me they came out okay. Tell me they didn't wind up like
my Mom! TELL ME MY MOM'S NOT GONNA BE LIKE THAT FOR THE REST OF HER
GODDAMN LIFE!!"

Jason was completely stricken. He had no idea what to say.

"P-please, tell me ..." Richie croaked.

"I ... I don't know ... they ... they disappeared after that. No one
found them again."

Richie gave Jason a look of pure rage. Tears flowed down his cheeks and
dripped to the ground. "I s-saw it ... I saw it, Jason! ... I saw when
m-my mother ... when h-he took her ... m-made her into a slut ..."

"Oh God ... Richie ... I didn't know ..."

"A-addicted ... made her addicted to it ... and I almost did the same
thing to Miss Davis!"

Jason felt his heart sink into his stomach. /I'm such a fucking moron,/
he thought.

Cassie had been right all along. She had never come out and said it,
but she had implied it many times. She thought Jason had been taking
this grudge against Richie too far. He was so intent on making Richie
"learn his lesson" that he was blind to everything else.

Jason stepped up to Richie and placed an arm around his shoulders. "You
didn't do it. You stopped. You did the right thing."

"I-I'm sorry," Richie cried, sniffling and wiping at his face. "I
f-fucked up everything with Nyssa ... sh-she ... she woulda done that
to us, too ... I didn't know, Jason! You gotta believe me, /I didn't
know!/"

Jason sighed. "I know. I wasn't exactly giving you a chance. And ...
maybe I should have tried to help you with your mother more. I'm
sorry."

The two of them looked at each other. Keeping his gaze steady on
Richie's eyes, Jason extended his hand. Richie clasped it firmly and
pumped it once.

"Friends again?" Jason asked with a small smile.

Richie managed a weak smile in return and sniffled. "Friends."

"And Harbinger."

Richie's smile widened. "And Harbinger. Thanks, man."

Jason was glad it was over. Staying angry at Richie had been draining
on him. He was glad to be relieved of the burden.

Richie drew back and composed himself, wiping his eyes and drying his
hands on his pants. "Okay, then ... let's figure out how to take this
Melissa bitch down."

Jason picked up the book. "We have to head back to town right now. I
need desperately to talk to Cassie. I think she may have some insights
on something I saw."

"What part of it?"

Jason opened his mouth and paused. He glanced down at the book, his
gaze drawn to the eye in the center of the pentacle. "I'll tell you
later. Please, trust me on ..."

Richie clasped him on the arm. "It's cool, dude. I trust you."

Jason nodded. "Thanks. Let's go. Sooner we get away from this place,
the better."

"No shit, Sherlock. Least it's downhill on the bikes this time ..."



Heather stepped into her last class of the day, not with a sense of
relief, but of trepidation.

Nothing had happened to her all day. Brad had not said even a single
word to her. All he would do was give her a sly smile and sometimes a
wink but nothing more. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Diane was relieved, but the others were suspicious, especially Melinda.
She kept eying Heather intently, as if expecting to see more of an Aura
on her. By the time lunch came around, Heather was able to relax a bit
for the first time in a long while.

But now this was Brad's last chance. If he and Melissa were waiting to
spring something on her, this would be the most dramatic moment.

Heather was also feeling uneasy. It was not a clear precog vision, just
a vague sense of "wrongness." Something was going to happen, but she
was not sure what. The fickle nature of her ability was starting to
grate on her. She thought she was getting enough sex to keep it
properly "charged." Surely it didn't require even more? Or was there
something else she had to do?

Heather had made it to her seat before Brad. When he did arrive, it was
with the same swagger that he always used. Heather gave him a cold
look, and then braced herself when he looked at her.

Brad grinned lasciviously at her, winked, and dropped into his seat.

Heather let her breath go as a relieved sigh. It was no different than
any of the other classes. Maybe Melissa had given up on her for now.

Heather tried to pay more attention to the lesson this time. She was
already facing the prospect of pulling no better than a "D" in at least
two classes because of everything that had happened that semester.
While she had never been a star student, she was intelligent enough to
pull at least a "C" in everything with the occasional "B".

But not long after the class began, her thoughts drifted to Diane.

Images flitted playfully through her mind of Diane on her knees, eager
to lick Heather's pussy. Or lying on the bed while Heather rocked her
hips against Diane's sweet face. Or writhing helplessly in a chair as
Heather pleasured her and kept her just short of orgasm.

Heather drew in a deep breath and shifted in her seat as her thoughts
made her pussy wet. Her eyes widened. Were they /her/ thoughts?

She glanced at Brad. Brad was lounging in his chair, tapping his pen
against his notebook, looking bored. He caught Heather's gaze. His lips
curled into a smug grin.

Heather glared at him and set her eyes forward again.

She tried to focus her attention on the teacher. It helped, but the
erotic imagery did not fade completely. Some of it had to be her own
feelings. She was looking forward to her tryst with Diane after school.
That was enough to arouse her just on its own.

Diane appeared in her mind again. This time she was kissing Heather's
feet.

Heather blinked. Had she wanted to imagine such a thing? Diane would
never do something like that. Not unless ...

.... unless she were Heather's slave, and obeyed because she had to.

Heather shivered with pleasure, but felt a twinge of guilt almost
immediately. It wasn't a real enslavement, was it? Diane wanted her to
do it. And it was temporary, just like all the other enchantments they
had tried. It would wear off in a few hours at most.

/Unless I used the other spell, too./

Heather was not sure why she had that thought, but it sent another
tingle through her pussy. No, that wasn't right. She couldn't do that
to Diane. Diane would never want Heather to go that far.

/But she wrote down the incantation./

Heather swallowed. Her panties were damp. As much as she tried to deny
her own thoughts, they were getting her horny. Diane was already so
obedient as it was. What was a little more? Diane was enjoying being
the submissive.

/God no ... these are not my own thoughts ... are they?/

Heather was confused. She couldn't possibly be thinking about enslaving
Diane. That would be no better than taking Melinda as a slave. But if
that was what Diane wanted, would that make it okay?

Heather closed her eyes and took a deep breath to try to steady
herself. She had to stop this. She was working herself up into a panic
just because she was worried about Melissa. It was making her paranoid.

She opened her eyes and tried to push the doubts out of her head. It
would be fine. She and Diane would simply have some fun together, that
was all. Nothing permanent, even if Diane did want it. She was worried
over nothing.



Jason and Richie reached the edge of town with some time to spare
before they could meet up with Cassie. They were both famished, not
having brought anything along for lunch. They bought some snacks at a
7-Eleven and sat down in a nearby park.

Richie told Jason about what he had seen in the vision of his mother.

"It sounds like the same person," Jason said. "Frank Hovath, the one
that owned the house before your mother."

"Yeah, the fuckin' bastard," Richie growled. "He did it to his wife,
too. Musta been messin' with a lotta chicks' heads."

"Probably. He had the perfect cover. People going to a hypnotherapist
would expect to be taken under. Even be willing to submit to it."

"What I wanna know is where the fuck my Dad was."

"What do you mean?"

"Dude, he coulda stopped it! I remember my Dad. He was buff. He coulda
fuckin' decked this candy-ass doc."

Jason hesitated. He tried to be as delicate as possible as he said,
"Unless he really believed your mother was just having an affair."

Richie glared at him, but it was clear that the anger was not directed
at Jason. "I dunno. That's the fucking problem with this stupid power.
I gotta be where the action happened. I can't get nothin' on my Dad.
I've tried."

"He might not have been at the house. Do you have something that he
held?"

Richie thought about the baseball under his bed. It was something he
had told no one he possessed. "Um, yeah, I do. Don't work."

"I'm not sure what to tell you, Richie."

Richie sighed. "Yeah, I know. Forget it."

Jason shook his head. "No."

Richie looked up. "Huh?"

"I'm not going to forget it. I've ... all of us, have been forgetting
it for too long. Maybe we need to actually do something about your
Mom."

"But ... everything you said, about not having time, or ..."

"We'll make time, then. We'll figure it out. Somehow."

Richie stared, then slowly broke out into a wide smile. He slapped
Jason on the shoulder. "Thanks, man."

Jason smiled faintly in return. "Richie, you have any idea what
happened to your Dad in all this?"

Richie shook his head. "Nah, man, no friggin' clue. Just know he
ditched her. Jason, maybe he didn't know about all this. Maybe ...
maybe Haven got into his head and made him leave. If he knew about all
this Darkness shit, maybe he'd do something." He paused a long moment.
"Maybe he'll come home."

Jason thought that was a tall order. If Haven really had done something
to him, it could have made him forget about Richie and his mother. It
was unlikely that he was living anywhere near Haven in that case.

Or worse, it could have kept everything from him and really made him
think Richie's mother was sleeping around with other men on her own.
Her story about being addicted to sex would have made her sound
delusional. But if that were the case, wouldn't he have taken custody
of Richie in the ensuing divorce?

"Richie, you know anything about how the divorce proceedings went?"
Jason asked.

"Nah, I was only six. It was kinda weird. Me and Mom moved outta the
house in Randall and into an apartment here. Only saw him something
like every other weekend for three months. Then Mom fuckin' lays the
bomb on me and tells me they're divorced! Then we moved into the house.
Downhill since."

Jason nodded. "Yeah, that /is/ weird. All right. Maybe I can find some
court records on the divorce. I'll see what I can do."

"Sure thing. Melissa comes first, though, right?"

"Yes, she does."

"Good. Don't you dare back down, man. We all gotta kick her sorry ass
for wanting to pull shit like what we saw."

Jason smiled faintly and stood up. "We should get going, we need to get
across town to meet Cassie."

Richie stood and started towards the bikes. Jason grabbed his arm and
stopped him.

"Let's not talk about what we saw until we see Cassie," Jason said in a
low voice. "Don't ask me to explain right now. I'm probably just
paranoid about this, but I want to talk to Cassie."

"So long as I can hear what you talk to her about."

"Of course you will. You're a Harbinger, aren't you?"

Richie smiled. "Yeah. Guess I am, huh?"

They headed towards the bikes.



Melinda burst out of her last class of the day, and after a quick
glance up and down the hallway to make sure no faculty were about, she
ran to her locker.

She wanted time to talk to Cassie before they met Heather. Melinda
didn't want to be left alone with her or Diane. She had seen the tiny
wisp of Darkness around Diane after Brad had affected her. If Melissa
had lowered Diane's inhibitions as well, they might become the
"terrible two" again and find new ways to tease her. Where Heather
could still control Melinda's libido, she shuddered to think what they
might do to her.

Melinda darted through the growing crowds in the hallway to reach her
locker quickly. But as she began to dial the combination, the crush of
students abruptly evaporated directly behind her. She lifted the handle
and pulled the door open.

A hand above her landed heavily on the door and slammed it shut again.

"What the ...?! All right, who the f ..."

The words died in her throat. Melinda fell against the lockers,
wide-eyed with terror.

"Hi, Melinda," said Melissa with a sly smile. "Fancy running into you."

Melinda could only stare, eyes shimmering..

Melissa giggled. "Well, this is a first. And here I thought you had
such a gift for gab."

"Sh-shut up ..." Melinda said in a badly quavering voice. "Leave me
alone."

"Oh, now that's so mean of you. I really must fix that."

Melinda whimpered in horror as she felt the icy tendrils slip into her
mind and smother her thoughts. "N-no ... please, d-don't ..." she
begged in a tiny voice. "Please ... uhhn ... uhhh ..."

Even as her thoughts turned to ice, her body became hot, and her sex
ran molten. She shuddered violently at the sudden waves of lust that
wracked her body. Her hips writhed against the lockers as she let go
with a long, sultry sigh.

"Now, what were you saying to me?" Melissa asked sweetly.

Melinda's voice was breathy and lusty as she struggled to speak. "Uhhn
.... uuhh ... wet p-pussy ... lick ... uhh ... stroke ... cum ... play
with my tits ... "

Melissa giggled. "Who needs a big vocabulary, right? And who needs to
feel anything except nice and horny."

Melinda panted, her eyes glazed. "Uhhn ... yeah ... pussy ... play with
my pussy ..."

"Oh my goodness!" came a cry from down the hall.

Melissa glanced lazily at the sound and smiled. She turned back to
Melinda. "And that's what's going to happen to you if keep trying to
talk. Or try to communicate in any other way. Nothing but sex comes
out. And you'll want nothing else /but/ sex when that happens. Have
fun."

Melinda moaned and slid a hand under her panties as Melissa headed
away.

Cassie and Ned came running up to Melinda. "Oh no! Oh Ned, she has it!
Melissa ..."

"Yeah, I see it, babe," Ned said, his stomach turning as he watched the
faint swirls of black around Melinda's body. "That fucking bitch."

"Melinda, stop, please," Cassie said softly, gently tugging Melinda's
arm.

"Uhhnn ... no ... pussy so wet ..." Melinda moaned in desperation as
her hand was pulled out from under her panties.

"Melinda, don't try ta talk, okay?" Ned said.

Melinda looked at Ned in languid protest and opened her mouth, but
Cassie slipped her hand over it.

"No, Melinda, shhh ... Oh goodness, Ned ... Melissa's got control of
her! Why?! I don't understand this!"

"I don't get it either, babe. I thought she wanted ..."

"/Melinda!/" came Heather's sudden shout as she and Diane ran up to
them. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw the miasma around her little
sister's body. "Oh no .. Melinda, are you all right?! Are ..."

"She can't speak to you, Heather, not right now."

"Why not?! What did Melissa do?"

Melinda had managed to calm down somewhat. The lust was still there,
but the urge to masturbate had eased. Her cheeks flamed in
mortification. She looked up at Heather and gasped.

The wispy Aura that she had seen before around her big sister was more
substantial now. It was still very ethereal, but now she could see it
all the time. But it was becoming painfully clear to her that no one
else could see it. It was still below their threshold. Only she was
sensitive enough to see it.

"H-Heather! ... You ... uhhhn ... y-you ... l-lick my pussy ... uhhh
.... suck my tits ..."

Melinda's lust became all-consuming again. She staggered back against
the lockers and pawed at her breasts through her blouse.

"Oh man ..." Ned groaned. He turned and glared at a diminutive freshman
boy that stared open-mouthed at Melinda. "What the fuck are ya lookin'
at, shrimp? Scram!"

The freshman blinked and fled.

"No, Melinda, please, stop! Fight it!" Cassie cried, grabbing at
Melinda's hands. Melinda whimpered in frustration. She rubbed her
thighs together, eliciting soft, moist sounds from her soaked slit.
Cassie sighed in desperation and looked up at the others. "We have to
get her out of here. Every time she tries to talk, this happens."

"Why did Melissa do this to her?" Diane asked, stricken.

"We don't know!"

"Unless it's ta get back at Heather," Ned said. "Since her idea
yesterday was a bust. I mean, look, she don't have a real dark Aura.
Not like Susan."

"It's bad enough!"

"We can't take her on the bus like this," Heather said.

"Take her ta the meetin' house," Ned suggested.

"If I can get her to calm down ..." Cassie started.

Melinda shook her head violently and opened her mouth again. "Fuck me
.... lick my pussy ... uhhhn! ... /uhnnnn!!/"

Melinda's hips jerked hard as her pussy throbbed in orgasm.

"Melinda, /quiet,/" Cassie said firmly. "You have to stay quiet. If you
can do that, I can take you in the limo."

"Me and Diane are coming too," Heather said.

"And me, too," said Ned.

"Wait, everyone, I don't have room for all of you!" Cassie said in
exasperation. She sighed. "I wish Jason were here."

"Dontcha hafta pick him an' Richie up? Jus' drop us off along the way."

"Listen to me! I don't have room! Ned, I'm sorry, you'll have to find
your own way."

Ned looked taken aback, but he nodded and subsided, not wanting to
upset her further.

Cassie turned back to Melinda. Melinda was panting, but she had averted
her eyes from the others and appeared to settle down. She swallowed and
whimpered softly.

"You okay to try and ride with us, Melinda? Just nod or shake your
head."

Melinda nodded, and then had to be stopped from sliding her hand under
her panties once more. She moaned and squeezed her thighs together
again.

"Oh dear ..." Cassie looked at the others. "All right. Heather and
Diane can come with me. I'll drop you all off at the meeting house.
Maybe ... maybe put Melinda in one of the bedrooms and let her ... um
.... you know ..."

Heather nodded. "I get it."

"Take her to the limo, please, and tell Harry I'll be out in a minute."

Heather took Melinda's hand and glanced at Diane. "Come on, Diane,
let's go."

"Ned, I'll call you a taxi from the car," Cassie said as the others
left. She placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a heartfelt look.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you."

He placed his hand on hers and squeezed. "No prob, babe, I understand.
But are ya sure it's safe for 'em to be alone in that house?"

"It's all we got right now. I'm positive there's no connection between
that place and Melissa. And Melissa can't take someone unless she's
right there to do it. Besides, you'll be there to keep an eye on them."

"But she can work through others, ya know."

Cassie looked shocked. "You mean Melinda? But to what end? She can't
enslave people through others or she would have done that already
through Brad."

Ned shook his head. "I dunno, that's the prob. Mebbe no more'n makin'
them share the love with each other."

Cassie blushed at the idea and silently nodded.

Ned tried not to think too hard on that idea either. "Anyway, I'll keep
a lookout. You jus' worry 'bout gettin' ta Jason and Richie."

"All right, let's go."



Melissa was getting excited again, though it was belied by the
leisurely pace at which she walked home.

Everything was coming together. Her hold on Melinda was shaky, but it
was enough. So long as she kept concentrating, she could keep a slim
tendril of influence over Heather. She had guessed that they would take
Melinda to their meeting place. After all, it was the safest place for
them.

Melissa giggled. She had no idea precisely where they were meeting, and
it didn't matter. She could sense Heather's mind through Melinda, just
like she could through Brad. Once Heather was engaged with Diane,
Melissa could push harder without fear of discovery.

A figure suddenly loomed in front of her, causing her to flinch
backwards in surprise. "What ...?!"

"I want to know what the /fuck/ you did to me," a red-faced Brad
growled at her.

Melissa frowned. "And you need me to tell you that? You really are as
stupid as Heather thinks you are. Now get out of my way."

Melissa tried to step around him, but he blocked her again and
glowered.

She shot him a furious look. "You really /must/ be that stupid, if you
think you can intimidate me."

"What was all that you made me do? What the fuck was all that?!"

Melissa laughed. "You're the one that wanted Heather back."

"Yeah, I want her back. But I don't want to fuck with her head!"

"And that's exactly what I'm going to do to you if you don't get out of
my way right now."

Brad lifted his hands and shoved her shoulders hard. Melissa yelped and
lost her balance, falling to the sidewalk. "And maybe I don't think you
can do that anymore. You let go of me when you went after Heather's kid
sister. So maybe you can't do it."

Melissa's eyes shimmered as she looked up at Brad. His hands clenched
into fists, his lips curling.

"Yeah, I'm right. You're scared of me now, aren't you? Otherwise you'd
be screwing with my head now. Yeah, some power you got, you little
freak. Maybe I should make you think twice about ..."

/CRACK!/

A heavy branch from the tree just adjacent to the sidewalk broke in
two. The loose piece came down heavily on Brad's head. Stars burst
across his vision, and the world swam in blurry waves of gray as he
collapsed to the ground.

Shaking with both fury and relief, Melissa rose to her feet. "Don't ...
don't you ever ... EVER ... touch me in any way /ever AGAIN!/"

Brad moaned, his head pounding as if a hammer were striking it
repeatedly in time to his heartbeat.

Melissa's eyes widened, as if she were only seeing now what she had
done. She panicked for a brief moment until she saw him actually move.
She struggled to decide if she should summon help for him.

/He doesn't matter./

Melissa's heart raced. Brad might have a concussion. He might be
seriously hurt.

/You have other things to attend to./

She swallowed, glanced around nervously, and continued down the street
at a brisk walk.

/Now concentrate. Focus. You nearly have Heather and Diane where you
want them, but only if you don't lose your hold on Melinda./

Melissa took a deep breath and let it go, set her eyes hard, and tried
to push the image of the injured Brad out of her head.



Heather watched her little sister's writhing form on the bed. Several
times Melinda had tried to talk ever since Cassie left, and now she was
reduced to a quivering mass of lusting flesh.

Most of Melinda's clothes lay in a heap on the floor. Her panties were
still clinging to one ankle, her bra still hooked in the back but the
cups had long freed their contents.

Melinda masturbated in a frenzy with one hand, her other squeezing one
of her tits. She pinched the nipple until it was pinkish-red and
throbbed with her heartbeat, then rubbed it madly and shivered at the
wave of pleasure that crashed over her.

"Hot pussy ..." Melinda moaned. "... lick my cunt ... suck my tits ..."

Heather swallowed and wrapped her arms around herself. She could see
the slithering tendrils of Darkness. She knew this was a most terrible
thing to happen to her little sister. But she couldn't help but get
turned on by it.

Her thoughts kept turning to Diane. It had started in the limo but grew
stronger after Cassie had left. She knew she shouldn't be thinking
about this. It felt wrong. It was like a precog vision, but it remained
vague and misty. Each time she thought on it, it was harder to see, as
if it were slipping away from her.

She had thought about telling Cassie what had happened in her last
class. It would have been difficult, as it meant admitting to her dark
fantasies. She had trouble admitting them to herself let alone anyone
else. But when she had seen Melinda and the Aura around her, all she
had cared about was the well-being of her little sister.

Her body shivered again as her arousal spiked once more.

Melinda lifted her head. "Uhhnn! ... N-no ... p-pussy ... fuck me ...
uhhh ..."

She tilted her head back as her body was wracked with another orgasm.
She could see the Darkness deepening around Heather. She could even
feel it flowing through her and into her big sister. She knew Melissa
was using her, but it made her struggle no less futile.

Heather turned away. She felt a small twinge of guilt as she left, but
it faded when her eyes fell upon Diane standing in the hallway, waiting
anxiously.

"How is she?" Diane asked as Heather closed the door.

"Horny as hell," Heather said, her voice husky. "She kept trying to
talk to me."

"So what do we do now?"

Heather paused, as if still struggling with her own thoughts. She
stepped up to Diane. "I guess ... I guess we find something to occupy
our time."

"I really hope it doesn't take long to ... H-Heather, what ...?"

Heather slipped her arms around Diane, giving her lover a sultry smile.
Her arms trembled, and her lips twitched, as if she were still
committing herself to this course of action.

Diane's eyes widened. She made an attempt to pull away, but it was
weak. Heather tightened her arms and pulled Diane closer, her movements
becoming more self-assured. When Diane opened her mouth to protest,
Heather kissed her deeply.

Diane struggled, but it was half-hearted, and it faded when Heather's
tongue slid past hers. Heather's hand slipped down and squeezed one of
her ass cheeks. Diane shivered and moaned.

Diane was panting when Heather broke off the kiss. "H-Heather ... maybe
we shouldn't do this ..."

"But you wanted to, didn't you?"

"Yes, but ..."

"And don't you want to now?"

Diane stared into Heather's eyes. "I-I ... that's not a fair question
...."

"But do you?"

Diane let out a lustful sigh. "God, yes ... I don't know why ... it's
not right, not now, not with ..."

Heather hesitated for just a second. "There's nothing we can do for
Melinda right now, Diane. And ... and I want you very badly ..."

Diane shivered. "I-I know ... I want you as well, Heather, but ... oh!"

Heather had slipped her hand into Diane's pocket, smiling impishly.
There was the rustle of paper, and Heather pulled out the list of
incantations. Diane stared at it, then back at Heather.

Heather grinned and stepped back, her eyes dropping to the paper. "So
this third one is the slave spell?"

Diane's heart thumped so hard her chest ached. She just nodded slowly,
not trusting her voice.

"And the fourth one?"

"It ... m-makes it permanent. But ..."

"But what?"

Diane hesitated, then just shook her head.

Heather smiled faintly. "It's okay, I won't use that. This is just for
fun, right?"

"Yes ... just for fun, that's all ..." Diane said in a hollow voice.

"So ... Ready?"

Diane paused for a long moment, her own feelings in conflict. But
before she could respond, Heather spoke.

"/Tophra'zorquis yirlos ron'indna!/"

Diane drew in sudden, long breath. Her arousal abruptly spiked, her
pussy rising as if vigorously stroked. She felt a strange haze come
over her mind and her senses. Everything seemed to swim out of focus.
She let out her breath as a deep moan and quaked as her pussy let go.
The pleasure rose into her mind, washing away all her thoughts and
worries. A soft euphoria swept over her, filling her with simple, sweet
bliss.

Her lips curled into a soft smile as she gave Heather an adoring look.

"Diane?" Heather said warily, startled at the sudden transformation.

"Yes, Mistress," Diane said in a breathy, dreamy voice. "What is your
wish?"

Heather's eyes widened. "Oh my God. What did I just ... I mean ... okay
.... Diane, t-take off your clothes."

"Yes, Mistress."

Diane swiftly undressed, showing no hesitation whatsoever. As more of
her body was exposed, she grew more aroused. By the time she was
completely naked, she was panting again, her body shivering in
pleasure. Her nipples were two hard points. Her pussy glistened.

"Are you horny already?" Heather asked.

"I feel pleasure when I obey you, Mistress," said Diane in a husky
voice.

"Oh wow ... O-okay ... come in here."

She led Diane into one of the other bedrooms. She quickly pulled off
her clothes, her own pussy already wet as well. "God, I can't believe
you're really ... okay, if you're really my slave, then ... then ..."
She sat down on the foot of the bed. She crossed one leg over the other
and wiggled her toes. "Come kiss my foot."

Diane stepped forward and knelt before Heather. She cradled Heather's
foot lovingly in her hands and brushed her lips lightly against it. She
moaned softly as her pussy swam in pleasure.

"L-lick my toes," Heather breathed, growing more excited with each
passing moment.

Diane tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She swirled her tongue
sensuously around each toe in turn, panting in delight.

Heather was astonished. She never had a thing for this sort of fetish,
but having Diane do this to her was making her intensely horny. "God
.... wow ... okay, s-stop ... " She uncrossed her legs and smiled. "Come
lick my pussy now, slave."

"Yes, Mistress," Diane moaned as she moved forward, Heather opening her
legs invitingly.



"Yoo-hoo, Avon calling," Ned called out as he entered the living room.
"Anybody home?"

He strolled to the center of the room and looked around. He looked
towards the stairs and cupped his hand around one ear. He heard a faint
noise from upstairs.

"Natch," he said with a small sigh.

Ned climbed the stairs and headed towards the sound. He listened at the
first closed door he came to. Melinda's moans drifted through the door.

He considered checking on her but decided better of it. Melinda might
get the wrong idea of just why he took a peek. To be honest, he would
not trust his own motivations, either.

He stepped away from the door and frowned. Where were Heather and
Diane?

He took a few more steps down the hall and heard another sound from
further ahead. He stopped at the next closed door and listened again.
Now Heather's moans came to him, and a call of Diane's name in a lusty
voice.

Ned's eyes widened and he stepped back. "Ahem. Yes, well ... far be it
fer me ta in'rupt the doings of the Haven Love Nest," he muttered to
himself.

He headed down the stairs and plopped himself into a chair. With
everything that was going wrong, he sincerely doubted that Cassie would
have the time or desire to let him try out the spell she had found. He
was not very enamored of the idea anymore himself.

Ned sighed. "Story of my life ..."



Melinda whimpered as another orgasm swept over her tortured body, her
pussy aching badly, her hand hurting from the constant activity.

She had heard Ned, first calling out from downstairs, and then his
footsteps in the hall. She had made the mistake of trying to call out
to him. It had triggered another surge of unquenchable lust.

Panting hard, she pulled her hand away from her sex and lay as still as
she could. At once she had the urge to touch herself again. Her pussy
was still swollen with unnatural arousal, and her nipples tingled
madly.

She could hear Heather's moans through the wall of the adjoining
bedroom. Something was very wrong. Heather would not have left her
alone. At least, she hoped her big sister cared enough not to abandon
her just to have sex with Diane.

But that assumed that Heather was in her right mind.

Melinda could sense the touch of the Darkness in her head. It was as
frightening as it was a relief to know she could actually tell when
someone was trying to control her.

She slowly rolled onto her side. She felt weak. Lust still burned
inside her. She struggled to stay focused and fight the urge to
masturbate herself silly. Melissa hadn't completely controlled her.
Maybe she couldn't. Maybe she didn't have enough power, or Melinda had
some sort of partial protection.

Melinda drew her knees up and curled into a fetal position. She moaned
as her pussy throbbed dully. She closed her eyes tightly, clenched her
teeth, and gave a mental shout.

/GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!/

Melinda shuddered violently. Something had happened. The Darkness was
like icy tentacles in her head. She thought she felt felt one withdraw.
She opened her mouth.

"Ned ... g-got to find ... tell him ... p-pussy wet ... fuck me ...
stick a cock in my twat ..."

Melinda lifted one knee and masturbated furiously. She blinked away a
tear. She was not going to cry. She had managed to do something. She
just had to wait and try again.



"Finally," Jason breathed as he saw Cassie's limo turn down the block.

"I'll say," Richie muttered. "Gettin' a fuckin' wedgie sitting here
like this."

Jason and Richie were sitting on their bikes in the empty lot of a gas
station that was closed for the season. They had been waiting a half
hour for Cassie to show up.

Jason bit his lip. He could sense something was wrong the moment he saw
Cassie get out of the car and run towards them. Before she was halfway
across the lot, Jason called out, "What's wrong, Cassie?"

"Plenty!" Cassie said, and proceeded to tell him what happened to
Melinda.

"What?! Melissa has Melinda?!" Jason cried in a panic, jumping off his
bike. Richie also bolted, coming alongside his friend with a look of
genuine concern on his face. The bike tottered and fell to the ground,
unbalanced as it was by the book hanging from one of the handlebars.

"Melissa did something to her, but she's not under Melissa's complete
control," Cassie explained. "Melissa just made it so she can't talk to
anyone right now. But she's safe. She's at the meeting place right now.
Melissa's nowhere near her."

"Who /is/ with her?"

"Heather and Diane, and by now Ned should be there. But I don't
understand it, Jason! Why Melinda? She never did anything to Melissa.
Ned thinks it's just to get back at Heather since what she tried
yesterday didn't work well, but it doesn't sound right to me."

Jason ran a hand through his hair. He wished he were at Melinda's side.
Did Melissa take Melinda to have a plant inside the Harbingers? But
then Cassie said she wasn't completely enslaved. And Melissa knew about
Auras. She couldn't think they would be fooled.

His mind worked furiously. She wanted to get at Heather and Diane. Was
Melissa using Melinda like Brad? Could she, if Melinda were not
completely enslaved?

"You said Ned was there?" Jason asked, a panicked edge to his voice.

"Yes. He should be there by now. He was coming by taxi, and I gave him
a cell phone to call me if he found anything was amiss."

Jason exchanged a look with Richie. Richie shook his head. "I dunno,
dude. Something's fucked up here. I mean, yeah, Melinda's all whiny and
all that, but to do this weird shit just to shut her up? Don't make no
sense to me."

"Ned thought maybe Melissa wanted to use her like Brad, to keep
influencing Heather," Cassie said. "But I don't get it. What purpose
would that serve if she can't actually take control of Heather that
way? We're missing something!"

"Listen, I need to tell you about something," said Jason. "Richie and I
saw the Rite when it was performed years ago."

Cassie gasped. "Oh my goodness ..."

"Cassie, the Rite was stopped! It never finished! Jessica grabbed the
pendant from Agatha and stopped it right before ... b-before the
Darkness could take her."

Cassie's eyes went wide. "The ... th-the ... y-you saw it? The thing
Mrs. Radson said was there?"

Richie shivered and looked pale. Jason just nodded.

Cassie swallowed, speechless.

"Cassie, listen. There's something we saw I need to ask you about. When
the energy from the node went into Agatha, it traveled through the book
and into the pendant."

Cassie stared.

"It went through that fuckin' weird eye on the cover," Richie said.
"Dead center."

Cassie shivered and grew pale.

"Yes, that's right, it did. And the weird thing was that it looked like
the pendant had a glowing eye, too."

Cassie's lower lip quivered.

(The eye)

"Cassie, you had that dream where you thought you saw the eye glowing
on the book. Do you think ... Cassie?"

(The eye in the pendant)

"Hey, Cass, you okay?" Richie called out.

(The eye in Melissa's pendant)

Cassie's eyes rolled back and she sank to her knees.

"/Cassie!/" Jason and Richie cried at once.

The two of them immediately came to her side and grabbed an arm each
before she could take a further spill onto the gravel. Another figure
was bounding towards them from the limo.

"/Miss Kendall!/" Harry shouted as he bolted towards her. By the time
he got there, she had already risen shakily to her feet. "Miss Kendall,
are you ill? Do you need me to take you to the physician?"

"I'm all right, Harry," Cassie said in a weak voice.

"You look terribly pale, Miss Kendall. I must insist that you ..."

"And I insist you stop fussing over me!" Cassie declared, her voice
stronger. "I'm fine. Get back to the limo, I will be there shortly."

"But, Miss Kendall ..."

"That's an order! Now!"

Harry stared at her for another moment, then drew himself upright,
looking quite miffed. "As you wish, Miss Kendall," he said stiffly
before returning to the car.

Cassie watched him go before turning to the others. "Jason, I had an
earlier dream about Melissa, the one where I found out what she was
doing with Susan's mother. Her pendant had a glowing eye! And it was
like ... it was like she was talking to someone. Someone not in the
room with her. It ..."

"Why didn't you say this before??" Jason cried.

"I only just remembered it! It was incredible. It was like a dam burst
in my ..." Cassie's eyes widened, and she stared at Jason in horror.
"Oh no! Jason, Melissa blocked it! /She blocked my memory of it!/"

"Holy crap," Richie murmured. "Can she do that?"

"She obviously did! Or she had help from the pendant!"

"Cassie, what if the pendant and the book are linked?" Jason said
excitedly. "They both have that eye symbol. They looked like they got
linked when that power passed through it."

"And Melissa's pendant is what spared her from that dark figure," said
Cassie. "It was how she got the power in the first place. If the
Darkness gave her that power, it recognized the pendant. That's what
protected her! That's what the figure was looking for!"

"And it's using Melissa to try to come back again. The Rite is not what
Melissa thinks it is. It's designed to bring that entity into the real
world. And if she wanted the book, and the link between ..."

Jason trailed off.

"What is it?" Richie asked.

"Jason, what's wrong?" Cassie asked urgently.

Jason's hands clenched. "Shit. Shit! /SHIT!/"

Cassie flinched.

"Cassie, that link lets her see things through the book!" He turned and
kicked at the gravel in his frustration."Fuck! I knew that getting this
book was too easy!"

"Ya lost me there, dude," Richie said.

"Think about it for a minute. Say she can see stuff that happens with
the book. Like when we're touching it. /Or reading it./ She lets that
convenient hint drop that she's looking for a book. So we go find out
about it and fetch it for her, thinking we're keeping it from her. Only
we didn't, because she can see it through us. She fucking set us up!"

Richie frowned. "Holy shit. You sure about that?"

"Yes! Agatha left with the book, but we know for a fact that Jessica
got it back and hid it. Remember the end of the vision, when Jessica
was holding the pendant? She was looking at it as if she knew it could
help her get the book back."

"Aw, fuck. That means she knows what spells we've read. And ..."

"/She knows the Rite!/" Cassie cried. "Oh no! She has the spell
already! And I gave it to ... no, wait, Jason, she can't have it. I
didn't read the whole thing. I stopped, remember? I never went back and
read the whole thing."

"Yeah, but I bet you got the urge to read it, didn't you?"

"Well, maybe I did, but I never went back to read it."

"And so did I, just when I was looking up that spell to use on Melinda.
I remember wondering why on Earth I was curious about the Rite at that
moment. It made no sense until now. The link works both ways. She can
influence people over it."

Cassie gasped. "You didn't ...!"

"No, I didn't read it. But we weren't the only ones to be holding the
book."

Cassie looked stricken. "Oh goodness ... not Diane ... she couldn't
possibly have ..."

"Cassie, you have to get back to the meeting house!" Jason exclaimed,
running for his bike. Richie followed suit and climbed back on his own.
"If Melissa really is using Melinda like she used Brad, Heather and
Diane could be in trouble. I have to get home and check in with my
mother or I'm going to be in trouble. I'll meet you over there as soon
as I can."

Jason mounted his bike and was pedaling like mad in the same breath.
Richie was right alongside him, and the two of them beat it out of the
gas station as if the devil were at their backs.
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