Melinda was grateful to see Jason alone when he entered the bedroom, and she clung to him as soon as he stepped inside. She wished he had arrived sooner. Ned and Diane were there first, fucking like bunnies upon the only bed in the room. Debby had arranged two mattresses on the floor, one on each side of the bed, and a large plush chair was pushed into a far corner with throw pillows tossed beside it. Melinda thought the bed would be the only place where it did not feel so cramped.

Melinda pulled Jason down to one of the floor mattresses as soon as he was naked and spread her legs under him. She urged him down upon her with a desperation to satisfy her hyper-arousal and the need to banish unwanted thoughts about Debby. She gasped as his cock slid into her, and her legs wrapped around him like a vise. She moaned and ground her hips hard against him just to feel him inside her.

Melinda panted hard and rocked with his thrusts. Her mind tried to flash back to the cult. Her legs squeezed tighter around her lover as she used her willing pleasure to drive the demons of memory from her head.

Jason leaned forward, breathing hard as he stepped up the pace, drilling into her until they bounced against the mattress. Melinda wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer until the plump flesh of her breasts squeezed against his chest.

Melinda suddenly had a wild thought. What if her swelling bust-line was caused by Jason or Richie? Perhaps they were shaping her into a vision of their perfect mate. She knew Jason loved Heather's boobs, and Richie liked them large as well.

Melinda had no idea from where that strange thought had come. In her present state of lust, the rationality of her own thoughts was suspect.

"Uhhnn! Ohmigod! ... H-harder ... oh God!"

The thought slipped away from her as her pleasure peaked and her pussy throbbed. She clung to Jason and gasped into his ear. She had not felt him cum, and he still pounded into her. Melinda whimpered as her pleasure rose once more.

Cassie was a bit taken by the vision of the other two copulating couples when she first stepped into the room with Richie. She was still staring at them as Richie stripped off his costume.

Their lust and pleasure flowed from the link, flooding her mind until she could not tell them apart from her own desires. She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down before they became too wet. Richie stepped behind her and slipped his hands around her sides. He grabbed her breasts and kneaded them.

"Oh g-goodness, Richie, let me get my costume off first," Cassie moaned.

Richie obliged for her. The bodice loosened and slipped from her body. He pulled her towards him, still fondling her breasts. Cassie moaned and succumbed to the role of the wench, the loose, easy woman whose pussy could be made wet for anyone. She embraced such a wonderfully rebellious idea and let Richie remove her skirt and push her down onto the mattress.

He's controlling me, Cassie thought with a mixture of trepidation and fascination. Just a little, but I can feel it.

The next moment, she wondered if it worked both ways, as Richie suddenly wrapped his arms around her thighs and plastered his mouth to her pussy.

"Oh! ... Ohhh! ... Oh goodness ..." Cassie burbled as Richie licked and sucked at Cassie's wet pussy. She had thought for only a second how she had missed doing this as a prelude to intercourse. She had never seen Richie do this for any of the other girls; she felt privileged that she was the first.

He was no expert. Enthusiasm carried him more than skill, but still drove Cassie's excitement to excruciating heights. She panted and writhed, Richie's grip on her legs so tight she could not have escaped even if she had wanted to.

Yet despite catering to her fleeting wish, Richie was still in control. Her desires shifted in ways that she realized must have come from him. He wanted her to play the role of the wild, wet wench to the hilt, which meant taking his cock from behind like all good wenches should. Cassie whimpered, her need for his cock such that she was close to begging him for the privilege.

Richie relented, and she had the impression he was worried about pushing things too far. He need not have been concerned; wearing that wench costume had sparked a very much needed break from her imposed lifestyle. Thus when Richie was ready to fuck her, she rolled over onto all fours and thrust her ass into the air without hesitation.

His hands grasped her hips, and she trembled in anticipation. His cock touched her portal and hung there a moment, a merciless tease to Cassie's mounting need. Finally, he yanked her hips back and impaled her wet cunt. Cassie moaned and trembled, her pleasure soaring as he pumped his cock hard and fast into her helpless pussy.

Cassie's senses were on fire. Everything was magnified, even down to the scent of her own arousal and the wet noises of his cock slamming into her slick pussy. She entertained the notion of what her mother would think if the woman could see her daughter being fucked from behind like a "common slut," and she shuddered with pleasure at the image.

Yes, it was rebellion, as powerful a break with her prim and proper and appearance-obsessed family as she could manage. She was grateful for whatever influence from Richie had helped it emerge, a debt she felt she could scarcely pay.

Debby had sensed what was happening in the room as she reached the top of the stairs, but she nevertheless stood in shock when she first stepped across the threshold.

The psychic auras of the Harbingers seemed to leap at her, glowing bright in the band that represented their sexuality. She felt as energized by this display of mental fireworks as she was horny. Energy permeated the air and enhanced her senses to a level she had never experienced without the assistance of her candles and rites.

Her gaze was drawn to Diane, where she lie in utter submission to Ned. He exuded an air of smugness as he coupled with her in unabashed, raw lust.

"Oh, shit," Heather cried. "Jason was supposed to tell you something about Diane, but--"

Debby wanted to ask Heather about it, but the assault on her senses was relentless. "It will have to wait. Right now, I ... oh ..."

Heather began to undress. "Mrs ... I mean, Debby, maybe you should sit down."

Debby nodded, her eyes wide. As much as she tried, she could not tear her eyes from Heather, as if mesmerized. Was Heather doing that to her? Or was it her own bisexuality blossoming amidst the sexual frenzy?

It mattered little. Her aching pussy grew more hot and needy as Heather's blouse came off. As if sensing the shift in Debby's emotions, Heather curled her lips into a sly smile. She removed the rest of her clothes in a slow, seductive strip, swinging her hips and gyrating her body in ways that no normal sixteen year old girl should be able to do so well.

Debby shivered and parted her legs. Heather was now much less the child and much more a beautiful young woman. Debby understood now why Heather was such a sexual focal point of the group. In the back of her mind, she still felt a lingering twinge of guilt, a voice that told her she was being a very bad parent. She was not only playing host to a teen orgy, she was participating in it! Others have gone to jail for less.

Heather's panties dropped to her ankles, her unrelenting sexuality entrancing Debby like a succubus' charms. Debby's heart raced as Heather approached, swinging her hips in a rhythm of sensual delight that captured and held Debby's senses in its thrall. When Heather pulled at the ends of the sash that held Debby's robe closed, Debby was helpless to do more than stare and shiver in mounting desire when the edges of the robe were parted.

Debby was nowhere near as svelte as Heather. Debby was more than twice Heather's age and sported a larger frame, her figure not as slinky as Heather's. Yet her skin was smooth and taut, her breasts still firm and shapely, and her sculpted thighs only slightly thickened by age.

Heather dropped to her knees between Debby's legs. A ragged sigh rose from Debby's parted and trembling lips as Heather's hands caressed the insides of Debby's thighs. Heather nudged Debby's legs further apart and lowered her face towards a warm and wet pussy.

"G-Goddess!" Debby breathed as Heather's tongue played in her folds. Pleasure shot through her like a bolt of lightning, her nipples tingling and daring her to touch them. She succumbed and fingered them, whimpering at the waves of delight that rippled over her body.

Debby sensed Heather in her mind. Heather was massaging her emotions, sensitizing her to Heather's touch. Debby was not afraid anymore. Heather was using the Darkness' own weapon against it. Whatever misgivings she may have harbored about the Harbingers' sexual escapades now retreated.

Heather pressed her lips to Debby's pussy and sucked. Debby gasped, her pleasure spiking, then easing. She heard a muffled moan. She gazed down and saw Heather moving her hand between her own legs with faint, moist sounds. A wave of satisfied warmth washed over her at the thought that Heather could become so aroused at giving Debby such pleasure.

"P-please, Heather," Debby said in a strained voice. "Don't bring yourself all the way. I want to do it myself."

Heather licked Debby's clit in a frenzy until Debby whimpered, then drew back with a sly grin. "I have to warn you, I squirt when I cum. A lot."

"I don't care! I just ... I just want a taste of you."

Debby realized that Heather had not made her say that; Heather had simply made it easier to say, just as it did the next words that came to her.

"I want to make you cum hard," Debby whispered.

Heather grinned. "But first I get to do that to you." She clamped her mouth over Debby's mound and sucked hard.

"Oh, Goddess, yes!" Debby cried.

The Gina within, the one ensconced in her hidden room deep inside the mind of the would-be slave, did not know how to refer to herself anymore.

Each time she left her safe zone and stole down the corridors of the dungeon that was the real Gina's mind, she felt even more like an alien. She was the invader, the unwanted thought; "demon" was the term that she sensed, and Victor was her demon-slayer.

The Gina within -- she finally settled on "New Gina" for lack of a better term -- had pushed things as far as she dared. The guards that patrolled the corridors were all extensions of the bit of Victor's psyche that resided in the real Gina's mind like a cancer. They were ever more tense now, ever more alert, as if finally cognizant of New Gina's presence.

New Gina looked towards the door through which Cassie had last departed. It had not vanished as she believed it ought. Pastel light played in the space under the door, glowing bits of energy occasionally straying into the room. She tried to capture one, but it dissipated in her fingers.

She believed it was more than her benefactor's way in; it could be her way out as well.

Several times, New Gina had laid her hand upon the doorknob, willing herself to turn it and open the door to see what was on the other side. Maybe it would be better to escape. She had no past; she barely had a present; she could see no future.

Each time, she would remove her hand and back away. This time was no different. Yet now when her hand came away, a faint spark leapt from the knob to her fingers.

An odd sensation came over her, like someone calling her name from a distance. Her name, not the one whose mind she inhabited. She looked down at the sliver of light under the door. The bits of color swirled faster, and brighter hues shone forth at irregular intervals.

New Gina backed away. She sat down on the floor, crossed her legs under her, and waited.

In the middle of a vast, icy void, Stephanie could not stop shivering.

She clutched her knees to her chest, her ankles crossed before her sex. She lifted her gaze, her eyes shimmering in growing fear. The bars of her cage were little more than shadows. First they had simply grown dark, like a light dimmed. Now she understood the terrible truth, that the very substance of the bars was dimming.

They lay at the fuzzy edge of the void, wavering in a state of half-reality. Past them was a vast emptiness, less than nothing. She could no longer sense the outer "border" of this void, if it even had one anymore. A chill of death far worse than mere physical cessation crept down her spine with icy tendrils.

Stephanie believed she should have anticipated this. Lydia was never a complete person. She needed Stephanie's psychic energy to survive. When Stephanie gave the bulk of her powers to Cassie, she cut off the lifeline that had sustained the sham of Lydia's existence.

Stephanie wondered what was happening around Lydia. Had anyone noticed? Was anyone at all concerned? Or did they simply assume it was a reaction to whatever drug or sedative they had given her?

Stephanie looked up at the door Cassie had left behind. It remained solid, bright, real. One edge was close to the bars, but the void seemed to avoid it, as if it could not tolerate such blatant substance in its midst.

Stephanie had stared at that door, wanting to open it and step out of Lydia's husk. It could mean the end of her existence. For all she knew, a mind could not exist in the Dreamverse without a host to which to return. Better that sort of end, she thought, than to wait for nonexistence to claim her like the last person on a sinking ship.

As she stared at the door, she realized something had changed. Her arms loosened and dropped to her sides. Something urged her to ease herself towards it. She forced herself to stand and step towards the door, steeling herself against the icy cold that she expected to clutch at her heart. Instead, a light, pleasant warmth drifted towards her as she approached.

She looked down. Her toes were illuminated by flashes of light from under the door that sharpened in hue and moved in an increasing frenzy as she watched.

Stephanie touched her trembling hand to the door and waited.

Ned had cum inside Diane and felt Diane's pussy pulse around his shaft. She moaned and writhed in total sexual and submissive ecstasy. Her orgasm faded but did not stop. Nor did her lust, her eyes filled with want.

Ned was still inside her. His cock had not softened at all, nor would his intense desire for Diane wane. A fleeting twinge of guilt left him bewildered for a moment.

Diane squirmed, her hips grinding against him. "Your slave is still cumming," she said in a breathy voice. "Please, Master, fuck me again."

Ned's hands tightened around her arms. His cock tingled and felt full and hard, as if he had never cum. Dim, disassociated images flickered through his head from the memory of his first fuck with Diane back at his house. A thought remained just out of his reach. Something about the right battle. Strange that something like that would enter his head now. He wasn't sure what it meant, just that it was very important.

"Please, Master," Diane moaned.

Ned swallowed. His cock ached, both from the need to cum again and from the intense orgasm he just had. Then to her disappointed and pleading look, his cock popped out of her as he lifted himself.

"Sure thing, slave," Ned drawled, grinning. "But let's change up things a little."

He turned around and positioned his hips so that his cock hovered over her face. She wrapped her fingers around it, pointing it towards her open and eager mouth as he lowered his hips. She moaned as he plunged past her lips, shivering in delight at the taste of both his manhood and her own sex.

She panted hard as she devoured him, sucking him hard and massaging the rest of his shaft with firm strokes from her fingers. She trembled as Ned pressed his mouth to her wet, aching mound, and she squirmed as his tongue lashed at her swollen clit.

Melinda uttered a shrill cry as she came a second time when Jason's cock erupted inside her. They clung to each other as they throbbed in unison.

Energy surged back and forth over the link. Sometimes her own pleasure radiated to the others, sometimes theirs flowed back into her. When it did return, it brought a renewed lust, as if their intense sex had not been enough.

When Jason drew back, his cock had not flagged and still pulsed with his heartbeat. Melinda's breath was still a soft pant, her body refusing to slip into post-coital calm. Her pussy ached to be penetrated again, and she resisted the urge to lift her hips to his.

Jason's arms tightened around her, and he rolled them over until Melinda was on top, her pussy resting against the shaft of his cock. With a breathy moan, she speared her pussy with his cock and enveloped it inside her tight cunt. She drew herself up and started humping in a frenzy of renewed, unquenched lust.

Cassie's orgasm overwhelmed her senses until everything was no more than a deep fog of euphoric bliss. She felt detached from her body, her essence floating in a churning sea of pleasure. Only when Richie finally pulled out of her and she collapsed onto her side on the mattress did she finally feel rejoined with her body.

She moaned, her pussy still throbbing, her eyes closed against light that was too much for her overburdened senses to bear. She had shared her orgasm with the other Harbingers. They had all cum in quick succession, turning her climax into a single, roiling mass of pleasure that had overpowered all her mental shields.

In its wake, she had sensed something new over the link. As Richie descended on her, she realized it was Debby Radson.

"Mrs ... D-Debby ..." Cassie moaned. "She's joining ... the link ... I can sense her ... oh goodness, I'm still cumming!"

Richie rolled her onto her back. Her eyes opened and widened, flicking down to his cock. It was hard again, poised above her and still wet from her sex.

"We gotta go again," Richie grunted.

Cassie nodded, her legs parting. In that brief moment she remembered the things she had said and done, and felt both exhilarated and embarrassed. But she was grateful as well. She had seen a side of herself she had not wanted to admit was there but was no longer afraid of it.

Cassie tilted her head back and gasped as Richie plunged into her again.

Debby had never felt anything like it in her life.

When she first had sex with her husband while they were still dating, her orgasm had risen into her mind and filled her with a sweet bliss like nothing she had ever experienced. She had forged a connection to him that, she believed, allowed her to feel his pleasure as well as her own.

That had convinced her that he was the one with whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life.

Now something similar had happened again. As her pussy strained at the edge of orgasm, she suddenly could touch the minds of the Harbingers. A rising tide of emotion and sensation flooded her psyche, and at once they were all as familiar to her as her own kin.

And yet, something was off.

It was like a single voice a half-note off in a large chorus. As Debby's senses grew more sensitive, she felt the chill of the Darkness in Heather's mind, but that was not it. Heather was cognizant of the Darkness in her mind, and it had no direct access to the link. Debby would counsel her later.

It was Diane.

Debby tried to reach for it, but it escaped her grasp, lost in the straining need of her pussy as she clung to the edge of climax. She finally crested, her hips bucking hard, her breath heavy as her orgasm reverberated through her body and resonated in her mind.

Everything fell away from her. She was drifting in a thick fog of bliss, an ecstasy far more powerful than anything Melissa had ever induced in her. Like Cassie, she could feel the pleasure of the other Harbingers, but the realization that she had forged a link to them filled her with a joy beyond what mere physical pleasure could give her.

And yet, she heard the one discordant note. She touched Diane's mind and felt an alien presence, then something pushing back at her.

Through the slowly dissipating haze of sexual ecstasy, she saw Heather rise to her feet and give Debby a look of desperate longing. Debby smiled and stood. Her pussy still throbbed faintly, a low, continuous orgasm that lifted her spirits and chased away any remaining doubts that she was doing the right thing.

Heather dropped into the chair and spread her legs. Debby's heart pounded. She had not done this since Melissa had forced it upon her. She glanced up at Heather, and beheld a touch of wickedness upon the girl's lips.

When Debby gazed at Heather's pussy, she trembled with lust that the sight and smell kindled within her. Heather was in her head again. Coming over the newly forged link, it was impossible to shield against. She understood Heather's worries better now. Heather had the ultimate power over the other Harbingers' sexuality. She could easily mold them into her obedient sex toys.

Debby stopped resisting. She wanted to do this for Heather. When her tongue touched Heather's folds, the delight that rippled through her was real and hers. Heather's "control" eased when she swirled her tongue around Heather's clit, deep moans rising from between Heather's parted lips.

Gina stared at herself before the full length mirror. Wrapped around her body like a second skin was her Halloween costume. Somehow it felt a little more snug than it had the last time she had worn it.

She stood perfectly balanced upon her high heels; they felt like an extension of her feet. She slid a hand over her fishnets and shivered as her skin tingled. Skin or hosiery, she could not tell the difference.

She tilted her hips. The crotch of her outfit lay against her folds like a layer of paint, sealing away her pussy from her own touch until it buzzed and steamed.

She leaned forward and cupped her breasts. The leather was smooth and warm like oiled skin. She shuddered as her fingers brushed the raised bumps of her nipples, themselves encapsulated by the outfit.

In the mirror, Victor stepped behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. His touch sent a tiny shiver through her, but it quickly vanished. Gina's eyes rose to his in the mirror. He looked thoughtful and intense.

"Are you looking forward to tonight, Gina?" Victor asked.

"Yes, Master."

"It is still two hours before the party, but I wished to prepare you ahead of time, so that you remember what you are and what you will become."

Gina stared at her own visage again, her eyes unfocused.

"Are there any remaining doubts?"

Gina paused. She shook her head.

"You are sure of that?"

"Yes, Master," Gina heard herself say. She continued to stare at nothing. The costume seemed to seep into her skin, oozing lust into her veins.

"You will wear this costume all evening," Victor said. "It will be a constant reminder of what awaits you. For now, it will seal in your desire and your sexuality and give no vent for it."

Gina drew in a slow breath and let it go as a soft, quavering sigh.

"It will not be removed until you arrive at the church and have been prepared. Then you will give your sexuality permanently. You will become a slave."

"Yes, Master," Gina said in a husky voice.

Victor smiled. "Your mother will be so proud of you."

"She was a slave before me?" Gina asked.

"Yes, of course. I would think that went without saying."

"Even while I was growing up?"

Victor hesitated for only a second. "Yes, even then."

"So she raised me to be a slave?"

"Interesting that such things should enter your mind now, Gina."

"I just wish to know, Master. I was never told much about my father."

"That does not matter to you now."

Gina remained still for a few seconds, then slowly nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Let's just say she raised you with certain ideals based on her own experience as a slave," said Victor. "Such as loyalty and obedience."

Gina nodded again. None of this should matter to her. It was unimportant in light of the honor that had been afforded to her.

"Actually, Gina, I do sense some remaining doubt," said Victor. He nudged one shoulder forward. She turned and looked up at him. "It is very small, but it is there."

"I don't understand, Master."

"Perhaps it is so small you do not quite realize it yourself. It will be of no consequence to you before long."

He cupped her chin. This time, his touch generated nothing. She felt no rush of pleasure nor flood of pleasant warmth. She lifted her eyes to his.

"When the time is right, you will give yourself completely. After that, you will never have cause to doubt again."

"Yes, Master."

Victor lowered his hand. "Go downstairs. Your mother is making you some dinner before you head to the party."

Gina nodded once and turned away. She walked with a strutting, provocative stride as she left the room.

Victor watched her go. His avatar inside Gina was concerned. Something was off, but the problem was so fuzzy and elusive that the avatar was at a loss to tell Victor exactly what was wrong.

Something is happening, Victor.

Victor frowned. He had contemplated locking the Darkness out of his head for the evening, but that would only agitate it more than it already was. With the disturbance in Gina's mind, he was concerned enough to listen. What is it?

The lines are disturbed. Someone is drawing power through them.

Victor sighed. The Harbingers.

I told you not to wait!

It is of no consequence to our plans.

How can you say such a thing?!

Victor rubbed his temples. The Darkness had been in such a disturbed state for so long that communing with it now gave him mild headaches. They have only raw power, not the means to use it as I do, Victor explained. Their tactics against me are little more than brute-force attacks. I have already proven that they do not work.

In the pause that followed, Victor felt it trying to push into his mind to get at his deeper thoughts. The Book, what about it? the Darkness demanded. What happened?!

Victor stiffened and shut off his mind to the Darkness. He waited thirty seconds, then opened a narrow mental corridor to his benefactor.

DO NOT DO THAT TO ME AGAIN! the Darkness roared down the tunnel, its rant now attenuated to a point just under the threshold of pain.

Then do not attempt to probe my thoughts again, Victor retorted.

Do not double-cross me, Victor! If I want, I can destroy your will and make you into another of my slaves!

Victor almost laughed. I have no desire for the Book. Its spells are useless to me. I have no reason to keep it for myself, nor do I wish the Harbingers to have it.

But something happened to it!

It is undamaged, Victor replied, though he knew that to be a small lie. He knew what Jason knew, that it could channel its raw energy into its owner at a cost. It knows what I intend to do with it and used Jason to lash out at me. It was ineffective.

The Darkness was silent, seething at the edge of Victor's consciousness.

You will have the Book before midnight, before I conduct my ceremony. I want that task off my plate as much as you want the Book.

Oh, do I sense irritation on your part, Victor? the Darkness asked in a mocking tone. Are you so upset at repaying me for everything I've done to help you? This is the very least you can do for me! The VERY least!

Victor headed out of the room, his footsteps heavier than they needed to be. And I will repay it in full, as I intend never to ask anything of you again.

Debby reeled at the sensations and emotions that flowed through her from the other Harbingers. Astonishment and exhilaration both competed with raw sexual desire as Heather squirmed under Debby's oral ministrations.

Her hand drifted between her legs. When Heather rose, Debby rose along with her and the other Harbingers, a single mounting tide of pleasure. She knew they would all orgasm together, a technique that Debby had managed only twice with her own husband.

Debby's spirits soared. Since Melissa, she had avoided sex, even with her own husband. The Harbingers had helped pull her from that mire. She could embrace her sexuality again without fear or anxiety.

Heather's hips rose, her back arched, and she pushed her pussy into Debby's face. Debby accepted it and sucked hard at Heather's clit. The link conveyed the same sense of urgency from the others as they approached their peak, poised at the edge until all were at the same point of no return.

They all crested in a single shared orgasm. Debby's pleasure rocketed far beyond what she felt in just her own body. Heather's pussy erupted, cum squirting and splashing into Debby's mouth and against her face. She did not stop licking as she pressed her hand into her own folds, her cunt squeezing her fingers with each throb.

Debby swallowed her first mouthful of a girl's cum. She felt giddy, as if this had been a rite of passage. Her mind still in a fog of orgasmic euphoria, she drew back and sat on the floor, Heather's cum dripping from her face.

Heather slid off the chair and embraced her. Debby's eyes flooded with tears. She had never felt this connected to someone save for her husband. The sheer ecstasy of the moment overwhelmed her.

"We better start the spell now," Debby heard Jason's shaky voice. "Diane is ready now."

Debby descended from her emotional high and still did not know what she was supposed to do. Heather smiled at her. "You can go last, Debby. You'll get to see what the others do."

Debby nodded and turned her eyes towards Diane. With her link to the others and the energy they had gained from their shared sexual paroxysm, her supernatural senses were heightened. She beheld the full spectrum of Diane's damaged psychic aura. Bands were faded or shrunk that never should be. The one representing her strength of will had all but vanished.

She watched as Diane crawled over to Richie where he lay on one of the mattresses. It seemed impossible, but he sported a fresh erection. The pained look on his face alone would not have told Debby his cock was feeling the strain from so much sex, but she sensed the missing details over the link. Diane mounted him with ease, impaling herself on his cock and humping like a sex-starved slut.

No, not a slut. A slave.

Debby understood; Diane was the Harbingers' slave. Now Debby was a Harbinger, thus Diane was her slave as well.

Debby's heart raced. Something was trying to rewire her world-view. It was not like Melissa, whose control manifested as something tangible to which she could push back with directed willpower. This was a subversion rather than an invasion, an attack that sneaked in the back window instead of beating down the front door.

Debby's mind did not so much resist it as reject it. She sensed the perception that wanted to insinuate itself into her psyche, but it could do no more than pound at the door. What confounded her was why it was coming from Diane herself, as if she were the one forcing the others into enslaving her.

"The spell requires a slave," Heather said, guessing at least part of Debby's revelation. "Someone to channel the power. We have to use her, we don't have a choice."

Debby only half heard Heather's words. She had absorbed enough to understand that only a partial truth had been told, though Heather likely knew it as the full -- if false -- truth.

Debby peered at Diane again, and her heart ached. The enslavement was total. Diane had no hope of breaking free on her own. The tiny flicker in one of her aura's bands told Debby that the real Diane was still present but dormant, as if Diane's perception of herself had changed, and it had somehow spread to the others.

According to Jason, this is exactly how Victor's power works, Debby thought.

Suddenly, her mind reeled once more.

Diane had orgasmed along with Richie, and Debby felt power surge over the link into Richie from somewhere else. It was like no other energy she had encountered before, except for fleeting contact when performing rituals intended to open herself up to the supernatural realm.

Diane left Richie, only to mount Jason next.

"Line energy," Debby murmured, her eyes widening in astonishment.

"Yes, it is," Heather said. "Didn't Jason tell you anything about this?"

"I don't ... h-he just said it was a means to gain energy. He didn't say the spell took it right from the lines."

A few more things made sense to her now. The Book always offered great power at a price -- in this case, the will of this poor girl. Her understanding broke down here. She wanted to believe that the Harbingers would never use someone in this manner, but she could not imagine anyone ever agreeing to submit to total slavery with no hope of escape.

Diane was indeed the source of the warped reality, but she could not be the cause.

Heather left Debby's side and stepped forward when it was her turn. Debby winced as she witnessed Heather sit on Diane's face, then sighed as her own pussy tingled while Heather's moans rose.

Debby discovered she could explore the emotions of her fellow Harbingers. Their devotion to the idea of Diane as their slave was genuine and unwavering, save for Jason. His conscious thoughts about Diane were more muted. His eyes seemed clouded as he watched the others tryst with Diane.

Debby leapt to a conclusion: Jason had sanctioned this, and had generated this perception in Diane as a means of convincing the others. She backed away from it seconds later; Jason simply did not have that kind of power, and Debby wanted to believe that he would never agree to such an arrangement.

Heather finished with Diane, and Cassie came next. She was more gentle, at least at first. As her pleasure peaked, she became more frantic and rocked her hips, drawing her pussy back and forth against Diane's face. Melinda was next, shivering with renewed lust, her shrill moans reminding Debby just how young she was.

Debby's pussy ached as Melinda's tryst was nearly consummated. Diane's false reality still persisted in its attempts to warp her perception, relentless despite its impotence. The excitement Debby felt was fueled in large part from the emotions that saturated the link. She could not separate her own feelings from theirs.

Melinda squealed as she came, and then it was left to Debby.

Debby advanced, her footsteps uneven. The other girls had used Diane in the most expedient way possible. Debby could not do it that way; it seemed too demeaning. "Jason, what happens next after this part of the spell?"

Jason appeared startled, as if surprised by the question. "Diane gets to have an orgasm, and that opens a channel to the energy."

Debby looked down. Diane was panting hard, squirming and moaning. Her eyes were half-lidded, her pussy so wet that fluid oozed and trickled down her slit. She looked up at Debby with pleading eyes. A raging torrent of arousal and unrequited sexual need greeted her when Debby opened herself to Diane's emotions. "Can I be the one to do it? While ... while I'm doing it with her?"

"She won't cum until you do, but yes, you can go ahead and do it."

Debby dropped to her knees and touched Diane's arm. "Please, get up, dear, and let me lie on the floor instead."

Diane obeyed without uttering a word, her arousal so intense that no coherent speech was possible.

I can't believe I'm doing this, Debby thought in a brief moment of amusement. She stretched herself out on the floor. Diane started to crawl towards Debby's pussy, but Debby shook her head and closed her legs. "On top of me, please," she said in a low, husky voice. "And turn around."

Diane understood. Debby swallowed hard. Her emotions surged, sexual heat radiating through her body and quickening her breath. Diane's hips rose above Debby's face. She gazed up at glistening and swollen folds as Diane's hands sought to nudge Debby's thighs apart.

She may think she's a slave, but I don't have to treat her like one, Debby thought. The temptation was there. Her baser instincts wanted to let Diane's world-view impose on her own.

Debby grasped Diane's hips, her touch never more than light and gentle, and urged them lower. The aroma of Diane's arousal was overpowering and erotic despite the circumstances. She did not part her own legs until her tongue touched Diane's folds and was rewarded by trembling pleasure that rippled through the girl's sex-ravaged body.

Debby gasped into Diane's pussy when Diane's tongue wormed about her swollen clit and slick tunnel. Debby writhed and panted, Diane's consummate oral skill distracting her from her intended task of giving Diane the climax she had been so cruelly denied.

Her pleasure rose, and energy surged. It triggered a memory of a ritual she had performed a long time ago which, for a fleeting moment, had opened her senses to something so vast and so powerful that she could not comprehend it fast enough before the door had slammed shut once more.

Her mind was rising to an ecstasy that surpassed that of her body. The lines under Haven became something more than just scribbles on a map. She strained just short of orgasm, and a powerful awareness blossomed. The psychic auras became things she could touch, feel, even smell and taste. Diane's aura was so close she could step inside it, wear it like a second skin, and reveal every buried thought and hidden desire. Every barrier that people erected before their darkest fantasies and deepest secrets could cease to exist for her.

And in that moment of deep insight, her mind touched Diane's malefactor.

Thought without shape or form, but filled with malevolent purpose, had embedded itself like a tumor in Diane's psyche. Its tendrils twined about the deepest points of Diane's subconscious, feeding itself on her feelings of inadequacy, tapping into and then warping her secret desires of submission, subsuming her conscious mind into its perverted ideal: a perfectly obedient sex slave.

Diane's tongue was relentless. Debby wanted to stave off orgasm until she understood enough to come to a decision. Energy crashed into her, opening up pathways to powers that many of her coven could only dream of ever glimpsing. At the moment of climax, she would have the power to excise this parasite from Diane's mind.

But would that ruin the spell? Would it ruin the Harbingers only chance to put a stop to Victor's evil? By saving Diane now, would she condemn another girl to Victor's enslavement? And would the other Harbingers hate her for it?

Debby could not hold herself back any longer. Power seethed in her mind with no outlet. She had to cum or she would go insane. She let herself be hurled over the edge.

Debby's body jerked and twitched with each throb, her eyes closed as she licked hard at Diane's clit, abandoning delicacy for enthusiasm. Her mind floated in a sea of ecstasy, soaked in raw power from the energy line, the door that had closed so long ago now standing open.

A loud cry came through the fog, and Diane shook. More energy surged, this time over the link and through Diane, as the Harbingers' combined power pooled between them. She kept Diane's orgasm going, driven by her own desire, the force of the energy, and her need to make this as pleasant for Diane as possible. Finally, Diane rolled off Debby's body and collapsed onto her side, spent and gasping for breath.

Debby trembled as she struggled to sit up, her pussy still throbbing in the last vestiges of orgasm. She gave up and rolled onto her side instead, placing a hand on Diane's shoulder. "Diane ... Diane, are you all right?"

"It's done," came Jason's shaky voice. "The spell is complete. It worked."

Debby looked up. All the Harbingers were wide-eyed and dazed. Their psychic auras leapt from their bodies, bright and shining like multi-hued halos. She gasped as she looked towards Heather. Faintly, she could see Heather's Dark Aura.

Under her hand, Diane stirred.

Debby turned her concerned gaze towards the girl again. "Diane, are you okay?"

Diane turned over and sat up, her breathing settling down to normal. She smiled at Debby. "Yes, Mistress, I'm perfectly fine. Do you need anything more from your slave?"

Debby let out a slow sigh and cast a shimmering, apologetic gaze at Diane. "No, that's fine. Thank you."

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