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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: 29 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 breathing so hard that his sides ached horribly and his
throat burned raw from the cold air. He steered his bike off the street
and wobbled to a stop along a chain-link fence bordering a field. He
nearly fell off his bike as he dismounted. He staggered to the side and
stood gasping for breath.

He had reached the west edge of town before he had to stop. He stared
into the darkness that lay ahead of him, the tops of the hills standing
out in sharp relief against the clouds. Snow wafted down in thick
flakes.

He looked around, his hand clutching at a small flashlight in his
pocket. His heart lurched at every small sound. He was sure that his
father was tailing him somehow. He had changed his route to thwart it,
but now it left him weak in the legs from the extra pedaling.

The cell phone tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket vibrated.

He yanked it out, the light from the LCD screen like a bright torch in
the darkness. He cursed himself for not thinking to find an option to
dim the display. Still breathing hard, Jason said into the phone, "Yes,
hello? Cassie?"

"Yes, it's me! We ... Jason, are you all right? You sound ..."

"Winded ... That's all ... What is it?"

"We got a signal from Diane. They've headed out."

Jason's eyes widened. "Really? Only now? Where are you?"

"We're almost there! We just passed the city limits, and now we're
going up the hill road. What about you?"

"Just at the edge of town. I'll be there in another twenty minutes if I
hurry." He started towards his bike and winced. The short break had
been enough to make his already tortured muscles stiffen. His legs felt
like lead. "I better get started now."

"Jason, have you seen or heard anything from Richie?" Cassie asked.

"No, nothing. I don't believe he's taking the same route."

"I just wish we could've given him a cell phone, too ..."

"No, it was too risky. We don't know how bad things are with his
mother, and, well, he's not the most tech-savvy person around."

Cassie sighed. "I know. I just wish ..."

Jason mounted his bike. "I've got to get going now, Cassie, and I can't
talk and ride at the same time. I have to get there before Melissa
does."

"Okay, Jason, we'll see you in a bit. Please hurry!"

The phone chimed softly as the call ended.

Jason shoved the phone into his jacket. He took a few deep breaths and
forced life back into his aching legs.



Richie came barreling down the street in his mad rush to put his mother
and the Darkness behind him. He covered half the distance to the Sovert
household before he finally spotted the car idling in front of the walk
and the figures walking towards it.

Richie tried to stop, but his bike skidded on the slick pavement. He
steered it off the sidewalk, where it bumped hard as it hit asphalt,
his teeth clicking loudly as they came together. A parked SUV loomed
ahead of him.

Richie wrenched the bike around hard. The bike turned sideways, the
wheels sliding out from under him. Both he and the bike tumbled to the
ground. Richie came to an immediate stop on his backside, barely
suppressing a curse by clenching his teeth. One wheel of the bike
slipped under the car before it finally came to rest.

Up ahead, the figures paused.

Richie tried to peer through the back window of the SUV and the
windshield at the other end. For a heart-stopping moment, the figures
remained still, their heads turned in his direction. Finally, one of
them -- Richie thought it was Melissa -- gestured impatiently to the
others. Richie watched as they climbed into the car. A few seconds
later, the car pulled away from the curb and turned out of view at the
intersection.

Richie cursed, both at himself for almost blundering into them, and at
his mother for delaying him. Now Melissa had a head start on him, and
there was no way he would make it there before her.

Now what? Was there any point in going on? Everything had counted on
all the Harbingers getting there before Melissa.

His mind burned with the memory of the confrontation with Jason on the
day when Richie was to finish the enslavement of his teacher at Nyssa's
bidding. He remembered how he had told Jason that there was no point in
fighting it. It was too big. They were outclassed.

Richie stood up. His hand closed tightly around the baseball in his
pocket.

/Outclassed,/ Richie thought./ Yeah, right. Dad was outclassed, but he
didn't let it suck him in, and he didn't fucking give himself to it.
Not like you did, Richie, you dickhead./

Richie took out the baseball. An image came to him, albeit dimly, like
peering into a mist. It was his room, back in the old house in Randall.
He was five again, holding the baseball in his hand for the first time.

"You practice with that now, Richie," his father had told him. "It'll
take you awhile to build yourself up, before you get good. Just don't
give up."

But his father gave up, didn't he? The going got tough and he left.

Richie closed his eyes tightly and thrust the ball back into his
pocket. He picked up his bike.

/You think you know it all now, huh?/ he thought. /Yeah, right. You
don't know shit. You only think you do./

Richie mounted his bike and pulled it back onto the sidewalk.

/Stop fucking around and DO something./

Richie set his face hard and started to pedal. This time he had the
devil in his sights, and he was damned if he was going to let it get
away from him.



Doctor Henry Conner lifted his head as his cell phone vibrated against
his hip. He kneaded the bridge of his nose with one hand as he dug out
the phone with the other. He sighed, and his shoulders slumped as he
read the number on the caller-ID.

"Great," he muttered. He thumbed the answer button and brought the
phone to his ear. "Yeah, honey, what is it?"

"Jason's gone!" came Audrey's anguished voice from the other end.
"/He's gone,/ Hank!"

Henry leaned back in his chair. "What do you mean /gone/, Audrey?"

"What the hell do you think I mean?! Stop playing games with me!"

"Audrey, I have a splitting headache, I'm trying to keep tabs on a
critical patient, and I am up to my armpits in paperwork. Could you
please explain to me what you mean?"

"I went to check on Jason, and the lights in his room were off. I
thought it was rather early for him to go to bed, so I checked on him
to see if he was sick. He just had a bunch of pillows stuffed under his
blanket! He's nowhere in the house, and his bike is gone!"

"All right, calm down, for Christ's sake. You sound on the edge of
hysterics."

"/Why wouldn't I be?!/ I have no idea where he is!" Audrey sobbed. "I-I
have to call the police, Hank, he's out in the dark and cold somewhere
a-and ..."

"No."

"I ... wh-what??"

"Do not call the police, Audrey."

"I can't just wait around wondering where he is or when he'll come
home!" she wailed.

"I'll take care of it."

"What? How??"

"Never mind. I have an idea where he is."

Audrey gasped. "You do?? Where?"

"It would take too long to explain."

Audrey sighed. "Great. Just great. First he keeps secrets from me, and
now you! When the hell am I going to know what's going on in my own
son's life?!"

Henry closed his eyes and rubbed briefly at one of his temples. He
reached into a drawer of his desk and pulled out a bottle of aspirin.
"Audrey, I don't have time for histrionics." He shook out two tablets.
"I will take care of this. Jason will be home safely later. I promise
you that."

"And you better both be ready to tell me what's going on!" Audrey
cried.

Henry dry-swallowed the tablets and paused for a moment as they seemed
to blaze a trail down his gullet. "Fine. But I have to get going now if
you want me to take care of this. I'll talk to you later."

He ended the call before his wife could reply and slipped the cell
phone back into his pocket.

Yes, he had an idea where his son was at that moment. He even had a
small idea of what his son was trying to do. He also knew that if Jason
succeeded, the Darkness would be handed another major setback. It would
take the entity awhile to recover from it and extend its influence over
the town once more.

Henry leaned forward in his chair and went back to work.



Jason's bike wobbled to a stop, the headlamp swinging drunkenly from
side to side.

His legs burned as if on fire. His throat hurt almost as badly as the
time he had strep as a kid. He nearly fell off the bike and had to
wheel forward a few more feet until he could rest a hand against a
tree. For the moment, he did not even have the energy to dismount.

"Jason! Is that you?"

Jason was too winded to speak. A battery-powered lantern bobbed towards
him. Cassie and Ned soon rushed to his side.

"Oh, thank goodness!" Cassie said, resting a hand against her chest.

"Richie ... " Jason croaked as he gulped in air. "Is he ... here yet
....?"

Cassie's eyes widened, and she traded a worried look with Ned. "No,
he's not! I was hoping he was with you."

Jason shook his head. "Haven't seen him ... anywhere ..."

"Aw, crap. We need 'im, dude," Ned said. "He's the strongest of any of
us."

"I know! ... We'll have to make do ..."

Ned made a face. They had counted on Richie to grab Melissa and hold
her long enough for Cassie to take the box, Ned to take the pendant,
and Jason to cast the memory spell at her. Diane's role was to provide
a moment of distraction. She would be the signal that would cause the
others to converge on Melissa.

Success hinged on all of them doing their part. They hoped that both
surprise and the simultaneous attack from all sides would prevent
Melissa from focusing her mind control or telekinetic powers
effectively enough to stop them.

Jason finally recovered enough to get off his bike, though his legs
screamed in protest. He walked his bike further up the road and dumped
it behind a tree to conceal it. "Look, he may still get here in time.
If he doesn't, then here's how we change it. Ned, you grab Melissa.
Cassie, you get the box. I'll do the spell."

"What about the pendant?" Cassie asked.

"I think the box is more important to get away from her than the
pendant. We can take the pendant once I've tranced her with the memory
spell."

"I dunno if I can hold onta her fer long, dude," Ned said. He raised
his arms and flexed them. "Ain't 'xactly Mr. Universe material here."

"Doesn't have to be for long, and we'll have the element of surprise. I
hope, anyway."

There was a faint beep.

Cassie handed the lantern to Ned. She whipped her cell phone from her
purse. "Diane just gave us another signal, Jason! They're starting up
the hill to the picnic grounds. They'll be here in ten minutes!"

"We gotta hide," Ned said.

"But where do we go? We have to be close to her."

"I gotta be behind her if I'm gonna grab her."

Jason looked around and started towards one end of the clearing. Cassie
took the lantern from Ned and followed. His eyes briefly alighted on
the stakes that still thrust up from the ground. He shivered at the
thought of what had happened here. He actually felt sorry for Melissa.
In a way, this was not her fault. She was something of a victim
herself.

Jason looked towards the other side of the clearing and pointed. "That
way is back towards town, towards where the node is. Agatha stood
facing that point, right along the force line. So if Melissa does the
same thing, she'll stand ..." He gestured to a spot a few feet from
him. " ... about here."

"Then we skedaddle and hide ..." Ned gestured to the line of scraggly
bushes behind them. " ... in there."

Cassie raised her lantern and stepped towards the bushes. "With all the
leaves gone, it's not much cover."

"Hide behind the trees just past them," Jason said.

"I'd rather be closer," said Ned.

"So would I. That's why Diane is going to distract Melissa and
hopefully cover any noise we make."

Ned nodded. "Gotcha, chief."

Cassie took a deep breath and let it go. "We better do this, Jason."

Jason nodded. "All right, let's go."

He headed towards the trees. Ned followed, but Cassie grabbed his arm
and stopped him. When he gave her an inquisitive look, she drew him
into a quick, tight hug. They smiled weakly at each other and headed
into the trees.

A few moments later, the scene became still once more. Cassie turned
off the lantern and plunged the clearing into darkness.



Richie knew he could never keep pace with Melissa. He tried hard to do
just that at first, and almost caught up with her when she hit a bit of
traffic. But when he realized he might give himself away, he backed off
and let her get ahead of him again.

/Gotta think straight, man,/ he thought. /Can't fuck this up more than
it already is./

Richie kept going along Main Street for awhile after losing sight of
Melissa, skirting the edge of the street where he could, as the asphalt
was better than the concrete for keeping his bike from sliding. Cars
passed by with little regard for him.

As he neared the west edge of town, a police car approached from
behind. It slowed and held pace as it came alongside him. Richie
noticed it, but took no more than a cursory glance, not wanting to draw
attention to himself.

The police cruiser pulled ahead of him. Its brake lights glowed, and it
pulled to the curb directly in Richie's path. Richie immediately slowed
down and started to go around it. He had barely begun to make the turn
around the back fender when the cop stepped out of his vehicle and
stood astride it, facing him.

Just as Richie came alongside the vehicle, the cop silently held up a
hand in a stopping gesture.

/Aw fuck,/ Richie thought. For a very brief moment he considered
pouring it on and zipping around the officer. Instead, he brought his
bike to a shuddering stop, sliding a bit as he crossed a tire track of
compacted snow left by the police car.

/Okay, play it cool,/ Richie thought. He gave the cop what he hoped was
an innocent look as he said in as polite a voice as he could muster,
"Evening officer. What can I do ya for?"

The officer was tall and lean, with an angular face and a gaze of
intense scrutiny. He leaned against the open door of his cruiser and
nudged his hat back. "Bit late for you to be out, isn't it?" he asked
in a neutral voice.

Richie shrugged. "Dunno. I go out late like this lotsa times. Did I do
something wrong?"

He tried not to be combative. For all his faults, Richie rarely got
into trouble with the law. The few times he was picked up, it was
generally because of the crowd he hung out with combined with being at
the wrong place at the wrong time.

The cop regarded Richie for a moment. "What's your name, kid?"

Richie paused for only a second. "Brad Weston."

The office rubbed his chin and gave him a speculative look.

Richie grinned. "Maybe you've heard of me. I'm a jock at Haven High.
Big man on campus, that sorta thing."

"Hrm. Really."

Richie did not reply. He couldn't help but shift his eyes to the side
in his impatience to get going.

The cop folded his arms. "You sure your name wouldn't happen to be
Richard Gardner?"

Richie snorted and tried to look amused. "What, that loser? Nah, not
me. I'm Brad."

"Uh-huh."

Richie knew that tone. He remembered it from those other times he had
told a cop he was innocent of whatever wrongdoing his friends had
perpetrated. The police never believed him even when he told the truth.

"Stay right there, ah, /Brad/," the cop said. He leaned into his car
and pulled out the mic from his radio. "Dispatch, this is car six.
Gimme the description of that Gardner kid again, willya?"

A voice crackled back. "Fifteen. Brown hair, sort of tousled. Freckles.
No glasses. Wearing a Red Sox jacket."

The cop eyed Richie for a moment. He clicked the mic. "Yeah, okay, got
it. Thanks." He replaced the mic and stood. "Wanna try running your
name by me again, kid?"

"I told you already, I'm Brad Weston."

The office sighed. "Right. Well, see, some people think you're some kid
named Richard Gardner. Like your mother, for instance. How about we
take you to her and you can let her decide, hmm?"

His mind raced as he shrugged. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Want me to just
follow along on my bike?"

"No. We'll attach it onto the back of the car."

Without another word, the officer stepped forward and grabbed Richie's
bike. Richie dutifully stepped aside. As soon as the officer's back was
towards him, Richie rushed forward. He kicked hard at the cop's feet
while slamming his shoulder into the cop's back.

The officer slipped on the snow and fell hard onto the bike, knocking
the wind out of him. He was barely on the ground when Richie turned and
ran as fast as could, nearly taking a tumble himself on the snow.

Richie heard the cop shout just as he ducked into a side-alley.



Two beams of light swung sharply through the whirling flakes. Wheels
crunched against gravel and snow as a car came to a stop. A few moments
later, the lights flicked out and the laboring engine was silenced.

A flashlight clicked on inside the car from the back seat. A smiling
Melissa pointed the beam at Susan behind the wheel, and then Ann next
to her.

"Bringing back memories, you two?" Melissa said. "Fond little memories
of how you tricked me into your little initiation? Oh, what fun times
those were!"

Susan and Ann exchanged a look but said nothing. Ann sobbed softly.

"But now you get to do the same thing," Melissa cooed. "I get to give
you girls an initiation of my own. You just love that idea, don't you?"

Susan and Ann both shivered and moaned. They squirmed in their seats as
their pussies throbbed.

"Yes, that's it. You just can't stop cumming at the idea, can you?"

Ann mewled. Her hips jerked. There was a squishing noise as her thighs
shifted position. Susan panted. Her nipples became erect and throbbed
along with her cunt.

"Oh, and we can't forget Heather, now can we?" Melissa said. Next to
her, Heather shuddered. She let out a strained gasp and a shrill
whimper. There was a muffled splash as she squirted into her panties.
"Yes, she's all excited about it too. Make your slave excited as well,
Heather. Tell her to cum, also."

Diane's eyes widened.

"Uhhn ... c-cum, Diane ..." Heather moaned.

Diane hesitated for just a moment. She closed her eyes and writhed in
her seat, uttering what she hoped was a convincing moan. Her heart
pounded so hard she was sure Melissa would hear it.

"At least I let you all cum," Melissa said. "Not like some that drove
me into a frenzy and then left me like that. All right, everyone out of
the car, now."

Melissa waited for the others to exit before she got out. She turned to
Susan and smiled, shining the light in Susan's face. "Remember, Susan?
Remember how you made me strip right here? With only the icy cold car
to lean against?"

Susan shuddered, her pussy still throbbing softly. "Uhh ... I-I'm
sorry, Melissa ... I didn't ..."

"Shut up."

Susan bit her lip and fell silent.

"Strip."

Susan whimpered and started to undress.

"All of you. Strip. Heather, keep Diane cumming, just like you."

Heather trembled. Occasionally, another small splash of fluid spurted
from her slit, though it diminished each time. "Keep cumming, Diane,"
she said softly. "Cum for Melissa ... don't stop cumming ..."

Diane moaned and forced her breathing into a light pant. It got harder
as her clothes came off, the cold biting her and making her shiver. The
other girls were shaking as well. Their areolae puckered in the chilly
air, and their nipples stood out like hard nubs. Susan wrapped her arms
around her helpless, naked body, her hips still swaying in a
continuous, rolling orgasm even as her limbs trembled with the cold.

Melissa nodded once in satisfaction when all four girls were naked.
Susan's keys flew from the pocket of her jeans into Melissa's hand. She
unlocked the trunk and took out three propane lanterns, which she
placed on the ground. She then carefully withdrew the small wooden box.
She cradled it in her hands, taking a deep breath and letting it go as
a sigh of excitement.

She returned to her four charges. "Yes, that's it. Keep cumming your
little brains out. Get used to it. This is all you're good for now.
Forget about thinking for yourselves anymore."

Their orgasmic moans were mixed with despairing whimpers, except for
Diane. Keeping up the act was growing more difficult and more
nerve-wracking. Maintaining even a simple expression of slavish
devotion on her face was taxing. The way Melissa treated the other
girls was heartbreaking. She wanted to cry for them.

"Heather, Susan, and Ann, go get the lanterns and turn them on."

Diane stood where she was, swaying her hips back and forth and making
small moaning noises. Her heart thumped.

Melissa smiled. "It's almost too bad that Heather enslaved you. You're
not even aware of what I'm going to do to you. You're already
mindless."

Diane didn't dare say anything in response.

There was a hissing sound and a flicker of brilliance as a lantern came
on. Melissa glanced at it casually before returning her attention to
Diane. She was about to say something when ...

/Something is not right about Diane./

Melissa narrowed her eyes. Diane tried to ignore it. Now she was glad
for the cold, as her shivering hid her growing fear.

/Diane is not cumming at all./

Two more lanterns flared into light, illuminating the entire area.
"Heather, come here," Melissa snapped.

Heather staggered up to Melissa, the lantern swinging in her hand. She
swayed, shifting her weight from icy foot to icy foot, her thighs
stained with her cum. "Y-yes?"

"You told her to keep cumming, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did ... she'll c-cum as long as you want ..."

/Diane is faking it. She's not even aroused. It's a trick of some
sort./

Melissa's eyes flicked between Heather and Diane.

/Don't let on. She's planning something. Find out what it is first./

Melissa gave the two of them a shark-like smile. "Okay, girls ... time
for the party to start ..."



Richie clutched at a stitch in his side as he emerged from behind the
garbage cans placed at the edge of the curb. He peered down the street
where the police cruiser had disappeared around the corner.

He was closer to his destination, despite having run a twisting path
through the streets and back alleys to avoid the cops. The road where
the cruiser had disappeared ran right along the city limits. He was
just a few blocks north of the road that led into the hills and up to
the picnic grounds.

Ignoring the pain in his side, he sprinted towards the street. He
caught a pair of headlight beams swinging around as a car turned onto
the street. Richie ducked behind a parked car and let it pass. Another
sprint, and another car. He shrunk behind a tree and waited for it to
pass.

He had almost made it to the corner when another flicker of light
appeared on the road. Cursing to himself, he dropped behind a hedge.

This time it wasn't a car. The light had been a street lamp reflecting
off metal. He peered hard through the falling snow. It was someone on a
bicycle.

Richie caught a glimpse of him -- a tall and lanky teenage boy -- as he
pedaled through the light of a street lamp. The bike had a basket wired
to the front, and there was a brown bag inside it with a paper stapled
to it.

The teen drove to the curb and hopped off. He leaned the bike against a
tree, grabbed the bag, and sprinted towards the front door of one of
the houses that lined the street.

/Take out food,/ Richie thought. His eyes narrowed. He glanced at the
house. The boy had just arrived the door and thumbed the doorbell.

Richie bolted. By the time the door of the house had been answered,
Richie reached the bike. It was taller than his own, and he nearly fell
off the first time he tried to vault it. By the time he mounted it
properly, the delivery boy was shouting obscenities and running towards
him.

Richie pumped his legs as hard as he could and was away just two
seconds before the boy would have reached him.

He clenched his teeth as he headed down the street, moving the same
direction the delivery boy had been going, not having had time to turn
around. Richie hated doing this. He was no thief. But there was no way
he could to walk to the picnic area. He needed this bike more than the
delivery boy did.

Richie turned the corner and started to double back towards the hill
road.



Melissa smiled at her four naked charges. "You see? I'm not completely
without compassion for you."

At one end of the clearing, away from where Jason and his friends lay
hidden, a fire burned brightly. Melissa had used her telekinetic power
to uproot several bushes and gather them at this spot. The heat from
the flames had already melted the snow in a circle about it.

The light flickered against the bodies of the four girls. It took some
of the biting edge off the chill, but they still shivered in the cold.
And it did nothing for the thickening snow falling from the skies.

The flames roared upwards suddenly, causing the girls to step back in
fear. The fire was tinged green.

"The power is here all right," Melissa said reverently. She glanced
down. The eye in her pendant glowed with emerald fire, nearly as bright
as the flames themselves. She cradled it in her hand and giggled. "I
haven't even started, and it's already starting to come to me!"

She looked up. Heather, Susan, and Ann were still uttering soft
whimpers and moans as their orgasm continued unabated. Heather's
struggle to retain the power of thought was waning. Melissa's control
had clamped down too hard for her resistance to mean anything. She
barely even felt the cold anymore. Constant sexual pleasure was sending
her into a catatonic bliss.

Yet some tendril of her sanity remained. She knew what was happening to
her, and she silently panicked. It was like trying to push against a
brick wall that was slowly falling atop her.

Diane just stared, trying to maintain a neutral expression. She
occasionally shifted her feet and made a sighing sound. She hoped
Melissa would not notice her. She had to find the right time to give
the signal. She didn't know if Jason and the others were even there.
For all she knew, none of them had made it.

She tried to keep these despairing thoughts at bay. Jason had told
Diane they would try to hide behind where they thought Melissa would
stand, and that would be opposite wherever a green flame appeared. So
if they were there, they would be off in the trees. They looked awfully
far away to her.

Melissa turned away. "Diane, you know I have you to thank for all
this."

Diane stiffened and barely managed to suppress a gasp.

Melissa cradled the wooden box in her hands. Her fingers lovingly
caressed the sides. "It was you that gave me the spell. I was able to
read it through your eyes."

Diane tried desperately not to react, but her insides had been wrenched
hard. While she had already believed it was her fault, there had been
some small room for doubt, some chance that she had been wrong. Melissa
had dashed her hopes.

When Melissa turned around, Diane gave her a languid gaze, but her eyes
shimmered in growing fear. Melissa was still standing too far from the
edge of the clearing.

Melissa smiled. "You should be happy about that, Diane."

Diane paused, then forced a smile. The corners of her mouth twitched
anxiously.

"In fact, you really ought to be just cumming with joy over it."

It happened so fast it was like Diane had been slammed into a wall. Her
whole body tensed and shuddered. She fell to her knees, panting hard as
her pussy throbbed so intensely that stars flickered at the edges of
her vision.

"And I mean cum for real this time, not that bullshit you were pulling
before."

Diane's cry died in her throat. She fell to her side, writhing and
moaning, her cunt convulsing hard. Her nipples started to throb in time
with it, sending her mind reeling.

"D-Diane ... " Heather croaked. "N-no ... please ..."

"Shut up!" Melissa shouted. "I don't know what fucking game you and her
were playing, but it ends now. You don't call the shots anymore!"

Diane squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands clenched. She could feel
Melissa's power sapping her will. She felt her desire to stop Melissa
fading. She knew that soon all she would be able to think about was her
throbbing pussy. And then it would be impossible for her to do
anything.

"All of you! Every one of you silly cunts! Don't even think about
resisting me! After tonight, you just won't be able to. Once I have
this power, I can wipe your tiny minds clean and put in whatever I
want."

Diane whimpered. It felt as if her whole body was giving itself over to
her orgasm. Near mindless bliss crept into her mind. It was getting
harder to find the will to resist. It was easier to just succumb to the
pleasure and have all her worries taken away from her.

She heard movement, and then Melissa's voice. "Diane, stand up."

The orgasm relented.

Diane let out a single, rattling sigh. Her climax had not quit
entirely. Instead, it had abated to the same level "enjoyed" by the
others. Melissa had to, or Diane would not be coherent enough to obey
even a simple command.

And she did want to obey. She wanted to do what Melissa told her. She
drew herself to her feet. She moaned softly, her pussy aching both from
the orgasm and in a silent plea for more.

Diane opened her eyes. Sickly green light flooded the clearing. The
fire had become an inferno. Melissa's pendant was a small sun.

Melissa stood by the edge of the clearing and held up the box. "And now
.... we begin."

When Diane comprehended where Melissa was standing, one last surge of
resolve rose inside Diane and briefly overwhelmed the forced pleasure.
For that tiny moment, she had her own will again. Before it could slip
away from her, she opened her mouth and let out a shrill scream.



Debby suddenly shuddered so hard that the headboard rattled against the
wall.

Her aching, trembling hands remained where they were for the next
moment as her mind momentarily reeled. Slowly, one of her hands grasped
the dildo like a vise and pulled it out with wet, slurping noise.

She held it up. Her eyes blazed. She hurtled the dildo across the room.
It banged against the bedroom window, cracking the glass, and spun
across the top of her dresser before tumbling to the floor.

Debby pulled herself out of bed, but her legs were weak and would not
support her. She crashed to the floor, panting hard. Tears leaked from
her eyes.

It was like a veil had lifted. She could think and feel for herself for
the first time in days. But any joy she felt was tempered by horror at
the thought that the reason she had been released was that Melissa was
about to start the Rite.

"Oh Goddess ... oh no ... Susan ... /Susan!/"

Her anguished cry echoed down the stairs. The thought of her daughter's
peril gave her new strength. She slowly rose on all fours, then to her
knees.

"Debby?" a voice came faintly from downstairs.

"/BILL!!/" Debby screamed.

Her husband had already emerged from the basement in something of a
daze, trying to remember why he had thought it would be a good idea to
work on chores that late into the evening. When he heard his wife's
cry, he bounded up the stairs.

"Debby?! Debby, what ... oh my God!"

Bill rushed forward and grabbed his wife's arm, pulling her to her
feet. Debby gasped as she swayed again and clutched at her husband for
support.

"Debby, what's wrong? Wait ... why are you naked? Why ..." His eyes
spied the dildo on the floor. "What the fuck ... Debby, what's been
going on around here tonight? What have you been doing up here?"

"/Bill, stop asking questions!/" Debby shouted. She pushed away from
her husband and staggered to the dresser. Bill tried to catch her
again, but she waved him away. "Just get me one of my robes from the
closet so I can cover myself up."

Bill sighed in exasperation and shook his head as he stepped over to
the closet. "Answer me one question, okay? You seem to understand all
this weird shit. What the hell's been happening the last couple of
days? I feel like I just woke up from some sort of bizarre dream."

Debby didn't appear to be listening. She opened a drawer and yanked out
the false bottom. She pulled out the sheaf of old papers bound with
string, the same one she had contemplated giving to Cassie. As she
straightened up, Bill brought her a blue robe with a green and yellow
floral pattern. He tried to drape it around her shoulders, but Debby
had recovered some of her strength and grabbed it from him instead.

"Now grab my car keys and get my car warmed up," she said.

Bill frowned. "Your car? Why?"

Debby threw the papers on the bed and slipped on the robe. "Because
Susan has your car, and I need you to drive mine. I'm starting to
recover now, but I don't feel safe behind the wheel."

"Recover from what?"

"From the 'weird shit' as you put it!" Debby cried, rounding on him.
"/Think/, Bill! You've been freed from it now as well! You should start
remembering some of the things that's been going on around here!"

"Freed from ...? I don't understand. What ... Wait ..." Bill paused,
then suddenly paled. "No, wait, it ... no, that couldn't possibly be
.... you and Susan ... oh my dear God ..."

Debby sat heavily on the bed and grabbed the sheaf of papers. She
snapped the string in her impatience to undo it and started sorting
through the contents. "Bill, don't freak out on me! Go get the car
ready!"

"But where are we ..."

"To save our daughter, that's where we're going! Don't argue with me
anymore!"

Bill gave her a stricken look before rushing out of the room, snatching
his car keys from the top of the dresser as he went. As he thumped down
the stairs, Debby looked feverishly through the papers.

"Got to be in here ... come on, I know you did one ..." Debby murmured
urgently. "Come on, Elizabeth ... yes, here it is ..."

She pulled out a single page. It was a map of Haven, with a copyright
date of 1965. Four thick lines had been drawn upon the map in heavy
pencil, all crossing one point just down and slightly right of center.

Debby stood as her finger traced out the lines that splayed out to the
left side of the map. "No, this one is too far north, government lands
.... this south one, Agatha used that, but too hard for Melissa to get
to without a four-wheel drive ... got to be one of these two ... this
one ... got to be ..."

She slid her finger along one of the lines, coming to rest at the
picnic grounds.

Debby's heart pounded, and her stomach clenched. She knew they would
never get there in time to stop the Rite, not if Melissa had already
begun. But she had to try. She'd never forgive herself if she didn't.

Debby clutched the map to her bosom and headed out of the room.



Despite having been warned to the danger by the pendant, Melissa was
still startled by Diane's sudden cry. Nevertheless, she exerted her
will on Diane almost at once.

Diane's cry was silenced when another intense wave of orgasmic pleasure
swept over her body. She fell helpless to the ground, the last thread
of reclaimed will snapping easily as she became momentarily oblivious
to everything around her.

But even forewarned, having to deal with Diane was still a distraction,
enough for Ned, Cassie, and Jason to burst from their hidden positions
among the trees and cross half the distance to Melissa before she
noticed the danger.

Yet Diane had been right. The distance from the trees to the clearing
was significant.

It was significant enough to allow Melissa to turn around. Ned had
intended to grab her from behind by throwing his arm around her neck in
a half-nelson. He changed tactic in mid-stride and tackled her hard
instead.

It threw Cassie for a loop. She had intended to swing around in front
of Melissa and snatch the box from her hands. Instead, Melissa was now
tumbling to the ground under Ned, and she had to drop with them to get
at the box.

Jason was also momentarily nonplussed by the change. He called out
Melissa's name in prelude to launching the spell, but he was drowned
out by Melissa's scream.

It took Cassie a moment to realize that Ned had knocked the box from
Melissa's hands. She spotted it, sitting about three feet from where
Melissa fell, but on the opposite side from where she was. She rose to
her feet and sprinted around them.

Diane's orgasm relented again. She lay panting, barely able to catch
her breath, her body curled tightly. The fog over her mind was slow to
dissipate. Her body trembled with the effort to shake off Melissa's
influence so she could get up and help the others.

Ned finally clamped his hand over Melissa's mouth and silenced her
scream. At the same time, Cassie's hands closed around the box. Jason
stepped forward.

/NO DON'T LET HIM SPEAK STOP HIM STOP HIM .../

"Melissa! /Thotg'altkas orgos ...!/"

Melissa's body stiffened. For a brief moment, a chill settled over her
mind as the power in the incantation penetrated her psyche. In that
instant, the pendant lent some of its power to Melissa. Melissa
channeled it and held the spell at bay long enough for her to lash out.

Cassie cried out as the box was abruptly ripped from her hands. The box
sailed through the air and smacked Jason across the mouth.

The final syllable of the spell was garbled and lost. Jason's hand
immediately went to his face. It came away dotted with blood from a
small cut in his lower lip.

Diane managed to stand up. She tried to will herself to move towards
them. Instead, she remained where she was, body trembling and cunt
pulsing. Melissa still had her. She was still a prisoner. She turned
her head towards the others.

Susan and Ann clutched at each other, both moaning pitifully. Heather
was shaking, tears trickling down her face, her eyes downcast. None of
them could break free. Melissa still had them all. Her power had not
diminished in the least.

Jason tried to repeat the spell. The box flew at him again, moments
before Cassie was about to grab it, forcing him to duck and stop the
spell again. Cassie lunged for the box as it whizzed past her, but
missed.

Ned suddenly let out a yelp. It was as if someone had grabbed both his
wrists and yanked them hard to either side. His arms flew out straight,
and for a moment, he swore he felt one arm start to dislocate from his
shoulder. The next second, the pull was gone, and he fell to the
ground, pain flaring briefly.

Cassie rushed to his side. It was only then he realized he was lying
flat on the ground. "Shit," he muttered into the earth.

Melissa stood, the wooden box back in her hands. She whipped her head
around as Jason started towards her.

"/Don't you dare,/" Melissa hissed at him, baring her teeth like a
feral animal.

"I'm all right, Cassie, jeez," Ned muttered as he staggered to his feet
and tested his hurt arm. When it was clear Melissa had done him no
serious injury, he narrowed his eyes and frowned at the tableau.
"Jason, don't listen ta the little bitch. Just say it!"

Jason looked at Melissa. He peered into eyes that held as much
desperation as they did fury. "You can't stop me from saying it
forever."

"If I smash something hard enough to break your jaw I can," said
Melissa coldly.

Cassie gasped.

Jason was undaunted. Or at least he hoped it looked that way. Inside,
he was more scared than he ever had been in his life. But he could not
come this far to give up now, even if their original plan had not
worked. "F-fine. Break my jaw. Cassie will say it. Or Ned."

Melissa clutched the box to her bosom. Her eyes flicked over to the
others.

"You can't stop us all. You're not that powerful. Or you would've just
flattened all of us at once."

Jason stepped towards her. Melissa lashed out. Jason stumbled back and
fell, pushed by Melissa's telekinetic power.

/Stupid girl./

Ned lunged. Melissa pushed him back as well. But now Jason was back on
his feet and ran forward. She knocked him in the side, sending him
sprawling into the dirt and snow. But by now Cassie tried as well. Then
Ned again.

/You can recite a spell just as well as they can./

Melissa held her ground, but each time they got closer. Jason and
Cassie tried together and nearly got to her. She was starting to pant
with the effort.

/Try this one .../

Ned rushed her. Jason recovered and joined him. Cassie rose to her feet
and brought up the rear.

Melissa fell back and shouted the words that the pendant had visualized
in her head. "/Ilkwit'sessla yirlos ron'alqua!/"

As soon as he heard Melissa incant, Ned lunged the remaining distance,
trying to stop her from speaking the last syllable. But Melissa
sidestepped at the last moment and completed the spell just as Ned fell
to the ground.

Jason slowed his advance and stopped. Cassie lowered her trembling
hands from her ears. She had thought to block Melissa's voice, but only
as the last syllables were being spoken. The spell had reached into her
mind as well.

Ned rose to his feet. He and Jason turned and looked at Cassie.

Cassie's eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. She took a
faltering step back and shook her head. Mind and body fought
conflicting imperatives. Fear made her want to back away. Desire made
her want to submit.

Jason and Ned stepped towards her, their movements jerky and hesitant.
Cassie's lower lip trembled, but she could not bring herself to move.
She squeezed her thighs together as warmth flooded her sex.

"S-stop ... please ..." Cassie begged, her voice barely above a
whisper.

"I-I'm trying," Jason said, his voice husky.

"Dammit ... /dammit/ ..." Ned muttered.

"Not like this ... oh God, not like this ..." Cassie moaned, her voice
both sultry and anguished.

Jason's hand clenched, quivered, then let go. His stiff cock pressed
hard against the inside of his jeans, straining for relief. Ned was
painting faintly, his own crotch bulging. "I c-can't ..." Jason cried
weakly as his hands reached for Cassie.

Ned opened his mouth as if to join Jason in protest, but his own
resistance was rapidly fading. In his case, his own carnal urges for
Cassie worked in the spell's favor. By the time his fingers were
fumbling to undo the buttons of Cassie's coat, he was panting hard with
raw lust.

Cassie's eyes blurred with tears. Jason reached under her coat and
cupped a breast through her blouse. She moaned and lifted a hand to
push him away. Instead, she caressed the crotch of his jeans.

"Interesting little spell, isn't it?" Melissa said with great relish in
her voice. "If I recall correctly, you just get more horny the more you
try to resist it."

Jason shuddered. He tried to pull away from Cassie. Instead, he
unbuttoned Cassie's blouse. Ned bit his lip as if trying to
concentrate. But his hand slid under Cassie's skirt and panties anyway,
fingers seeking out her wet slit.

"N-not this way," Cassie whimpered in a barely audible voice. Her hands
pulled down both Jason's and Ned's zippers and stroked their cocks
through their briefs. "P-please ... not like this ..."

"Too bad Richie and Melinda couldn't be here," Melissa said. "An orgy
is always so much better the more you have. But this will have to do.
You remember that little orgy spell, don't you, Cassie? One of the
first ones you saw, wasn't it?"

Tears trickled down Cassie's face as she fell to the ground, her
breasts popped free from her bra, her skirt and panties pulled down her
legs.

Diane was crying softly as well, even as much as the continual sexual
delight sent her into a state of blissful euphoria. She looked up at
Melissa, wanting to hate this girl with every ounce of strength she
had. Instead, Melissa smiled at her, and Diane moaned in a renewed
paroxysm of lust.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Diane?" Melissa cooed. "Just relax. No need to
concern yourself with anything anymore. Any of you. You'll just be
mindless little sex toys when it's all over, and you'll never have
another worry again. But for a short while ..."

Melissa opened the box and recited another incantation. The box filled
with poisonous, liquid green light.

" ... for a short while, you'll just be /mindless/ ..."



Richie braced himself as he barreled past the "pavement ends" sign. His
bike wobbled dangerously as it passed from blacktop to gravel. He held
onto the handlebars with a vise-like grip that left his fingers aching
as the bike alternately thumped over a badly washboarded section of
road or slid precipitously on the accumulating snow.

The bike didn't handle or feel like his own. If it had been his, he
would have barely felt the transition. Even the tire pressure was off.
They were overinflated. He would consider himself lucky if he didn't
get a blowout.

But none of that mattered. Even if he had to ride on the rims, he had
to get up there. He had promised the others. Even if they had already
taken care of everything for him, he had to keep his promise. He was a
Harbinger, and Harbingers did not let each other down.

Richie's legs ached. His throat was raw. He likely had the police
looking for him all over town. He wanted to stop and rest.

Richie gritted his teeth and pedaled harder as the road rose into the
hills.



James had just enjoyed some of the greatest sex he ever had since he
and Kathy got married. She was a complete tiger in bed, humping him as
if she were performing in a porn movie. He loved that sort of thing, if
the secret horde of downloaded porn clips on his computer were any
indication.

But he hadn't looked at those for some time now. He didn't need to, now
that Kathy was going at it with him like a crazed slut. He was getting
all he needed from her. He never asked any questions. He never
expressed any doubts. He didn't want to ruin a good thing.

Which was why he was very reluctant to say anything now, even after his
wife had suddenly shuddered violently, turned over on her side, and
burst into hysterical tears.

Even when he did try find out what was wrong, he got nothing coherent
from her. Or rather, nothing that made sense. All he could get from her
was something about Melissa, and that something terrible was about to
happen.
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