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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: Now This Won't Hurt A Bit
Summary: Four teens have their first confrontation with the darkness
coming to Haven: a voluptuous school nurse sowing sexual chaos among
the students and teachers of Haven High.

Part: 33 of 38
Keywords: mf, ff, mF, Ff, FF, msolo, fsolo, Fsolo, oral, toys, mc, nc,
inc, teen, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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/Something is not right with her./

/Yes, she holds herself with the same superior bearing that she always
had before. She does everything with that look of confidence and that
wicked gleam in her eyes. She curls her lips into evil little smiles as
she commands her thralls, taking delight in how they have no will to
resist her./

/Yet there is still something not quite right./

/She looks at her latest pet. He is different from the others. He is
hers directly. He has no great task to perform for her. He is simply
her new toy./

/And yet .../

/She looks at him intently. There is something else to her eyes.
Something wanting. She wishes something from him. Yet she gives no
command. Now she looks at the others. She looks to all the former
Harbingers in this manner. She wants something, yet she cannot ask for
it. It appears to be a paradox. What could her thralls not give her?/

/She turns away from them. They displease her somehow. But is it
displeasure on her face, or something else?/

/It is clear, though, that whatever she wants from them, she feels she
must have. For a brief moment, she exudes self-satisfaction. She will
have what she wants. It is just a matter of time before she gets it./

/Now her thoughts turn inward. They dwell on the energy that Haven is
steadily absorbing from her, the same energy that she needs to
replenish, and replenish at all costs. There can be no mistakes./

/She crosses the room. Something made of glass appears to gleam for a
moment to the side before she opens a low door and floods the room with
silvery, ethereal light. She turns her face to it and looks upon the
light with longing and a twinge of disappointment./

/And then it becomes clear what is wrong with her. It becomes clear
what has been in those eyes from the start, the one thing that she
would hide at all costs from anyone./

/Weakness./

/Her eyes harden. She peers into the glow with a purpose. "I will not
be cowed," she whispers urgently. "I will not hold back ... I will use
them if I need to ..."/



Cassie's eyes snapped open.

She stirred and sat up, rubbing her eyes. Her mind raced as she
replayed the details of the dream. She started to fit a solution to it
that she knew was mostly hopeful thinking, but it made sense with what
was happening, and she needed every glimmer of hope that she could
find.

Yet the more she thought about it, the more her heart thumped with
excitement. It /had/ to be the right interpretation! There was simply
nowhere else to go from here. It made the most logical sense given what
they were doing.

Nyssa was weakening. What wasn't clear was how. It seemed like it had
to do with Jason. Taking him as her personal slave must have taken more
energy than it would have to take someone normally.

And as for what she wanted from them? It had to be the knowledge that
the others were still moving to stop her. Or that others could see
auras. It was the only thing that made sense. It explained why Nyssa
was not moving against them. Somehow the others were holding back the
information from her. She had no idea how it was possible, but there
was no other likely explanation.

And that strange glow ... it was the same as the one she had seen in
the other dreams, the ones where the essence was extracted from her
victims.

Cassie got out of bed and quickly prepared herself for the day. One
other thing was clear from the dream. Even weakened as she was, Nyssa
felt she would learn their secret. Cassie had no doubts that Nyssa was
powerful enough to be able to do this.

The clock was still ticking.



Heather's head lolled to the side as she glanced at the clock, panting
as she felt herself rising quickly. It was only now getting to the
point when she usually awakened, so the timing worked out.

She turned her gaze away from the clock and towards something more
pleasant. She smiled and moaned softly, spreading her legs wider and
laying a hand on the back of Melinda's head to coax deeper strokes into
her wet folds. She shuddered with pleasure as she was rewarded with
Melinda's tongue plunging further into her tight depths.

"Uhhn ... yeah ... mmmm ... more, baby sis ... that's it ..." Heather
moaned.

For the first time since she had fallen to Nyssa, she had had trouble
sleeping. She had tossed and turned much of the night, then awoke an
hour before the alarm and could not drift back.

Her mind had kept wanting to latch onto something. Some fleeting
thought. Something significant about the day. But it was just a
Thursday. But didn't her friends used to do something on a Thursday?
No, she must have been mistaken.

And thus this loop of logic had continued until she had thought that
perhaps she should ask Nyssa about it. At that point, her thoughts had
instead turned to her Mistress and her obedience, and her initial
thought had been lost to growing lust.

That was when she had awakened her little sister.

Melinda quivered as her own pussy grew hot and wet between her parted
legs, and she panted into her Mistress' pussy. She planted her lips to
Heather's folds, eliciting a deep moan from Heather as her clit was
sucked into Melinda's mouth. Heather tilted her head back, her bosom
rising and falling in quick bursts, her breasts quivering with each
breath. "Oh yeah ... uhh ... keep going ... harder ... suck harder ...
uhhh! ... /uhhhhnn!/"

Heather's back arched. Her cum splashed hard against Melinda's face.
Melinda moaned in ecstasy at the sensation, her body trembling with
utter delight at the warmth of Heather's juices on her face. Each time
this happened, she grew to enjoy it even more each time.

Melinda lifted her face from Heather's sex as Heather's orgasm wound
down. She looked at her Mistress with a hopeful smile even as she
whimpered softly, her own pussy wet and needful.

Heather gazed at Melinda and motioned to her. Melinda began to crawl
forward over Heather's body, until Heather slipped her fingers between
Melinda's legs and into her cunt. Melinda moaned and shivered as
Heather's fingers squished inside her. She closed her eyes and lightly
humped her hips against Heather's hand. Quickly she rose and mewled in
delight as she came. Her pussy throbbed softly, but her orgasm
continued for a long under Heather's careful touch.

"Sorry it couldn't be more, baby sis," Heather said as she withdrew her
hand. "But we do have to get to school."

"I understand, Mistress," Melinda said. "You're so good to me."

Heather drew Melinda into a brief hug before nudging her to get out of
bed. Heather followed. "I have something to tell you, Melinda," Heather
said with a small smile. "I think it may be good news."

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Yesterday, Nyssa took Jason. Nyssa is his Mistress now, just like she
is ours."

Melinda paused at this. Something flickered across her face, just like
it had with Heather when she had first woken up that morning. "He ...
h-he was the last one, right?"

Heather hesitated. Something nagged at her thoughts again, but once
again it was gone. "Yes, baby sis, he was."

Melinda appeared to struggle with something. It did not last long, and
she lapsed back into her familiar look of slightly lusty, glazed-eyed
obedience. "I can be his good little girl now, Mistress?" she asked
hopefully.

Heather smiled and stroked Melinda's cheek. Melinda whimpered with
renewed arousal and leaned into the touch. "Yes, baby sis ... I'm sure
we can arrange that at some point."

Melinda moaned. "Thank you, Mistress."



Richie leaned against the wall next to the phone, holding the receiver
and grinning with supreme satisfaction. To his ear came the sweet
sounds of his slave Linda Davis masturbating herself into a frenzy at
the other end of the phone, her moans and cries growing ever more
frantic as he held her back from cumming.

He had been thrilled to discover that he could do things like this even
from afar. Now he made it a habit of calling his slave in the mornings
before school and teasing her practically senseless. It was a wonder
that she was able to teach at all when she made it into school later.

He no longer even cared if his mother could hear him. In fact, he
stopped caring completely about what she thought of him or whether or
not she was home anymore.

"Fuck yourself nice and hard with those fingers," Richie said.

"Uhhh ... y-yes, Master ... uhhhhn! ... ohhhh! ... oh God ..." Linda
panted at the other end.

Richie chuckled. "Ya know, we gotta getcha something better than your
fingers to use."

"Uhh ... p-please ... please come over, Master ... p-please stick your
cock in me instead ... uhhn ... please come fuck me ..."

"Sorry, babe, not this morning. We both got school today." He glanced
at the clock. "In fact, we both gotta get ready. So ... you want me to
make ya cum?"

"Uhhh! ... o-only ... only if you want to, Master ..."

"Betcha hangin' right at the edge, huh?"

"Uhhhh ... y-yes ... uhnn ..." Her voice was growing increasingly
strained and desperate.

"Well ... okay, I guess you've been good. Cum."

Richie held the phone a bit from his ear just as Linda let go with a
loud wail. After a few seconds it dissolved into less strident cries
and moans. Finally these faded as well, replaced with ragged panting.

"There ya go," Richie said.

"Thank you, Master," Linda gushed.

"Okay, now, listen up. This is what I want you to do. Before you go to
work, go online and order up a bunch of dildos for yourself. Biggest
you can find. Make 'em overnight it to ya."

"Yes, Master, I'll do that right away."

"Good girl. Okay, I gotta go, so I'll see you in school."

"And after school, Master?" she asked hopefully.

Richie smirked. "Yeah, don't worry, I'll make sure I'll fuck you a few
times."

"Oh, thank you, Master! Thank you!"

Richie grinned as he hung up the phone. "Yeah, man, life is good," he
said to no one in particular.

Yet for a moment, something else came over his face.

It was a lot longer a moment than it had been with the others. The
thought came far more dangerously close to the surface of his mind than
it had with the others. For him, he became openly cognizant of the
thought.

Today was Thursday. Nyssa was going to take more of his fellow
students. He felt a tiny shiver at this, and not one of pleasure this
time. Thoughts of Cassie and what she had tried to do flitted across
his mind, as well as images of the others discussing what to do about
it.

And then the more dangerous thought came to him. Couldn't Cassie see
auras now? Surely she could ...

Could ...

The thought was gone. With great effort, the protected portion of his
mind had managed to hook it and snatch it back from his conscious mind.
Richie's grin slowly returned.

"Yeah, man," he repeated, adding extra emphasis as if needing to
reassert the conviction. "Life is good."



"All right, everyone," Cassie said as she spoke to the others in the
school parking lot, trying to inject as much confidence into her voice
as possible. "This is going to be the real thing. Please, everyone has
to do their part today."

She made sure not to look directly at Becky when she said this, not
wanting her to feel like she was being singled out for that statement.
Others were not as conservative in their response, and Becky glared
back at them indignantly.

"She always seems to take exactly three. Two in the morning and one in
the afternoon. Please don't let up even if you hear the others found
those numbers already, in case she decides to change it."

"If she takes more, we'll never be able to get to them all after
school," said Diane.

"We'll worry about that if it happens, Diane, not now."

"Are you sure this is going to do anything to her, Cassie?" asked
Becky.

Cassie was starting to hate hearing that whiny voice. "Well, when we
stop them from trying to enslave their victims, that's when it will do
something to her."

"All /right/," Ned said with a grin, driving a fist into his open palm.

Cassie grinned slightly at this. "Now ... to help you guys and maybe
give you some hope ... I think Nyssa may be a little weakened by what's
been happening so far."

Both Diane and Becky's eyes widened. "Are you serious, Cassie?" Diane
breathed.

"Awesome ..." Ned murmured in approval.

Cassie hated herself for taking blatant advantage of her dreams like
this. On her better days she saw her dream ability as a gift, and she
felt she was abusing it by trying to raise someone's hopes on something
that may or may not be the correct interpretation. But she felt
everyone needed a morale boost, and that was more important right now.

"Yes, I'm serious," Cassie said. /Please, just accept it,/ she thought.
/Don't ask me to explain it. You wouldn't ask Jason to explain it, you
would just accept his word./

Becky appeared to pause for a long moment, then slowly nodded.

"Okay, now that this is the real thing, we'll meet by the auditorium
just before second year lunch period. Just for a few minutes."

The others nodded.

"All right. Let's ... let's do this," Cassie said, hoping that didn't
sound lame. She had nothing else she could say to them.

It helped matters quite a lot when Ned gave her an encouraging smile.



Nyssa smiled as she reached into the drawer under the examination table
and removed the two spent crystalline cylinders, having already been
used to inject their glowing green contents into two of Nyssa's latest
pets-to-be. She turned them over in her hand, watching the glittering
light from the vague contents inside, a constantly shifting
kaleidoscope of light and shadow.

A mortal attempting to look into this would find himself quickly lost
in the constantly shifting, mesmerizing patterns. This was not what
Nyssa was smiling at, but what she expected to see in these objects
eventually. They would be filled with more of the silvery essence of
their forbidden desires.

As she carefully returned the items to the drawer, she also felt
pleasure over the sound of soft moaning from her slave, Laura. She was
sprawled out on her back on the examination table, naked, gently
masturbating for Nyssa's enjoyment.

Nyssa grinned as she glanced at her slave. She playfully tweaked at one
of Laura's raised nipples, drawing a shudder from her pet. "Mmm ... I
love the sounds you're making, my slave. Now, don't cum ... don't you
dare cum ... no matter how long I have you play with yourself ..."

"Yes, Mistress," Laura said in a breathy voice, her eyes sliding closed
as the pleasure washed over her, both from her pussy and from her
obedience to Nyssa.

"Mmm ... I can sense your feelings, my pet ..." Nyssa stroked Laura's
side softly. "I can see everything that goes on in that little mind of
yours ... you're so close with Marcie now ... you have her addicted to
sexual pleasure ... and now you're going to have her addicted to you
... I am quite impressed."

"Uhhhnn ... th-thank you, Mistress ..."

"Little can stop it now. You've addled her mind so much, I doubt even I
could put it back even if I wanted to."

Nyssa turned from her slave and stepped over to the cabinet containing
the filled crystal syringes. She pondered it for a moment but did not
open it, her eyes intense.

"They force me to move faster, my slave," Nyssa said without turning
around. "I will have to spend some of these early if I wish Haven to
remain happy."

She got no reply from her pet other than Laura's constant, low moans
and the soft squishing of her wet pussy. But Nyssa needed answers. Or
at least one. And as she had spent time thinking about it, she thought
she may have a clue now as to how to get it.

Nyssa turned to Laura and started towards her. "Tell me what you know
of their friends."

"Uhhnn ... uhh ... their friends ..." Laura moaned. Her Mistress had
not told her to stop masturbating, so she continued, her fingers
sliding slowly and carefully about her swollen clit. She felt herself
rising, her body shivering with pleasure. Yet now Nyssa commanded her
again, and she had to obey as best as she could despite the sexual fog
over her mind.

"Yes, my pet." Nyssa came alongside Laura and played with one of her
nipples again. "The friends of the four that I told you about. The ones
that I enslaved. The ones that still seem to trouble me somehow despite
them being good little pets."

"Uhn ... I-I don't know much, Mistress ..."

Nyssa smirked. "You? The one who prides herself on knowing what the
students are doing? Or are you telling me your mind is too addled with
pleasure to answer me?"

Laura just moaned deeply, her fingers slipping into her cunt.

"Very well, my slave. Stop."

Laura's hand stopped moving. She uttered a soft, lusty sigh.

"Now ... answer my question."

There was a note of urgency to Nyssa's tone that helped clear Laura's
mind quickly. "Jason has a friend named Cassie. And another one named
Frank."

"Frank is my pet. Cassie ... almost was." Nyssa sneers slightly at
this. "So you say Jason was friends with her after they ripped her away
from me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Nyssa considered this as well. "Who else have you seen with them?"

"Diane Woodrow."

Nyssa waved a hand. "I know about her already. And her desires," she
added with a wicked smile. "I may still be able to use that, despite
Heather's preoccupation at the moment. Who else?"

"That's all I know of, Mistress."

Nyssa paused for a long moment.

Cassie was the Dreamer. Nyssa also sensed great intelligence in her.
She would know what was going on, but how could she do anything about
it? Yet she has been hanging around Jason, who until recently Nyssa
knew /could/ do something about it, in that he could see the taint of
the Darkness.

But without Jason to guide her, Cassie should be essentially useless,
save for what her dreams could tell her. But they could only tell her
what has already happened, not what /will/ happen.

Yet something made Nyssa uneasy about this. Something that she was not
seeing. Something that was still locked up in the heads of the four.

"Slave," Nyssa said in a serious tone of voice. "You will watch Cassie.
Find out who she is associating with. Find out who her friends are and
what they are doing."

"Yes, Mistress," Laura said eagerly. "I'll do as you say."

"Now ... masturbate yourself to a nice, slow orgasm, and you may go."

Laura's fingers resumed stroking her slot. "Uhhn ... thank you,
Mistress ..." she gushed.



Cassie was the last to arrive, as her teacher kept them all the way to
the bell before even announcing what the homework assignment was for
the day. She jogged up to the other three, breathing heavily, her heart
hammering as she expected the worst from them.

She wasted no time with pleasantries and simply demanded, "Well?"

"Frieda Waterton," Ned announced proudly. "I actually got there a
little late, but caught a weird, swirly blackness thingie juuuust
disappearing into the crowd and followed it. She's not one you know
about yet, right?"

"Yes, I think so. Thanks, Ned," Cassie said. "Anyone else?"

No one responded for a few long moments, and a creeping dread came over
Cassie. Finally, a somewhat glaze-eyed Becky spoke up. "M-mark Candon
..."

Cassie let her breath go in a relieved sigh. "Very good, Becky. Thank
you."

"Cassie, I-I think maybe I should switch with someone," Diane said
suddenly.

"Huh? Why, Diane?"

"I can't see these things. The auras I mean. If that had been me
instead of Ned, I would have lost her."

"That was a fluke," Cassie said, though she was not entirely sure
herself. "Every time we did it before we managed to get there in time
to see them emerge. Really, all seeing the auras does if you think
about it is let us know something was happening in the first place and
convince others it's real. You were the first we convinced that
couldn't see them."

Diane managed a smile at this.

Cassie felt for Diane. By a quirk of the class arrangements, Diane had
nearly the whole afternoon shift, just because she happened to be the
closest each time.

"Hey, uh, I can be Diane's backup, you know?" Ned said suddenly. "I'll
try to check in myself and catch anyone she misses."

Cassie gave him a small smile. She knew he was trying to be nice. His
classes were practically on the other side of the building from the
west wing. She decided to let him be gallant and not call him out on
it. "Thank you, Ned."

Diane gave him a small smile as well.

Ned grinned, though he blushed slightly from the attention. Cassie
thought it was cute. "All right. Now, we have to meet in the parking
lot after classes and ..."

Becky abruptly burst into tears.

"What ...?" Cassie trailed off, utterly nonplussed.

Diane draped an arm around Becky's shoulders. Becky immediately leaned
into Diane, sobbing. "I'm sorry, Becky ..." When Cassie looked at Diane
in confusion, Diane sighed back. "Mark's an old boyfriend of hers,
Cassie ..."

Cassie nodded at this but still looked somewhat confused. Ned sidled
around to her and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Methinks a torch
of sorts is being carried here, milady."

"Oh ..." Cassie said. She sighed. So now Becky had two people she was
close to in her life affected by the Darkness, one directly and one
indirectly. No wonder she had reached the end of her ability to cope.
"Becky, I'm so sorry. Look, if this is too much for you ..."

"N-no," Becky said, sniffling. She wiped at her face and straightened
up. "I-I'll keep doing this. Maybe I can s-stop Mark ..." The tears
threatened to flow again, but she held them off, wiping at one eye
again in annoyance. "But /please/ ... after we do that ... /please/
let's figure out how to get back my boyfriend!"

There was silence from the group as they all looked towards Cassie now.

Cassie took a deep breath and let it go. "Yes, Becky," she said, hating
herself for it. "We'll try to figure that out. I promise."

Becky nodded to her, looking relieved and even cracking a small smile.
"Thank you."

Cassie made the promise she had dreaded she was going to have to make
from the first time she talked to Becky. At least now there was a slim
chance she could come through on it. But it hinged on whether she was
right about her interpretation of the dream.

But one thing had been nagging at her about that dream, and it was only
now that she realized what it was. It was the glow from where Nyssa had
the stored essences she had taken.

It was so bright.

She took another deep breath to cover a shudder. "All right, I need to
get some lunch," she said to the others. "And you all need to get to
class. We'll meet in the parking lot later. See you there."

She turned and headed off into the cafeteria without another word,
trying to look more confident than she felt.



Nyssa saw her third for the day and let the girl head back to class
before summoning her slave into her presence again.

"So, my pet," Nyssa said as she pulled herself up onto the edge of the
examination table with a sly smile. "What do you have to tell me?"

Laura knew exactly what her Mistress wanted in addition to simply a
status report. She stepped forward. "I saw Cassie with three other
students, gathered outside the cafeteria, Mistress."

Nyssa slid her feet apart and lifted her uniform, exposing her wet
pussy. "And?"

Laura knelt before Nyssa and looked up as she breathed in Nyssa's
arousal. "Diane Woodrow. Ned Lussander. Becky Davis." She leaned
forward, closing her eyes and moaning softly as she began slowly
licking at her Mistress' pussy.

Nyssa ran her fingers through Laura's hair, feeling the trembling
delight go through her slave. "Hmm. Ned and Becky. More pets stolen
from me just before Jason became my slave."

She pressed Laura's face more firmly to her pussy. Laura mewled her
delight and plunged her tongue into Nyssa's steaming folds. Nyssa's
eyes slid closed and she tilted her head back, sighing contentedly.

Yet even her slave's ministrations could not chase the small bit of
worry from her mind. Naturally Jason had brought them together. He had
to replace his fallen teammates after all. But why were they still
together? What were they planning? What could be holding them together?

And what did they think they could possibly do?

Nyssa leaned back, propping herself up with her hands. She stretched
one leg out, and brought the other foot up onto the table, spreading
her pussy wide. Laura leaned into it, letting one hand slide up the
inside of Nyssa's thigh, drawing a long, low moan from her Mistress.
Her lips pressed harder against Nyssa's wet flesh.

Nyssa started panting lightly. It was getting easier to relax, and to
let these simple pleasures comfort her. She could think of nothing that
the four could do. If they believed they could duplicate the feat of
the Harbingers, they were sadly mistaken.

Those Nyssa took were controlled with a powerful enchantment. Some of
that power was exuded around them. It made others not notice anything
odd about them. It was part of the reason why so few friends and family
members would notice anything amiss. Haven itself was the other part,
of course. It could influence people here and there not to notice these
things. But it was limited in power. It was still spread too thin. It
still needed Nyssa.

If they were not Sensitives, they would barely even notice a newly
enslaved thrall of Nyssa's leaving her office, no matter how hard they
were looking.

Nyssa arched her back as her slave drove her up and over, moaning
loudly as her pussy convulsed and gushed into her slave's face.

Laura dutifully brought her Mistress down slowly and delightfully from
orgasm before finally drawing back, facing dripping with Nyssa's
juices. Nyssa looked down and smiled. She traced a single fingertip
along one of Laura's cheeks, watching with satisfaction as the touch
triggered Laura's climax. She lifted the now wet fingertip to Laura's
lips. Laura flicked out her tongue and licked it clean.

Nyssa smiled and slid from the table, letting her uniform fall back
into place. Laura remained kneeling, looking up in adoration at her
Mistress.

"Mmm, you're such a good little pet," Nyssa cooed. "You deserve another
reward."

Laura uttered a sudden cry as her pussy exploded a second time in
orgasm, this one far more potent than the first, throbbing so hard her
hips jerked with each one. By the time it was spent, Laura was
breathing in ragged pants. "Th-thank you, Mistress ..." she moaned in a
weak voice.

Nyssa turned and walked away from her. "Return to your duties, slave,
and tell me later if you see them do anything else."

Laura rose to her feet, her head bowed in submission. "Yes, Mistress."



Cassie found Becky in the parking lot first, to her surprise. It wasn't
very long before Diane and Ned emerged from the school.

/Oh no,/ Cassie thought with a horrible sinking feeling as she saw the
despondent look on Diane's face. It got worse when Diane approached
close enough for Cassie to see that she had been crying, and that Ned
had a comforting hand on her shoulder. Considering how nervous Ned was
about girls, this was an accomplishment for him. It also meant that,
whatever it was, it was bad.

"I'm sorry," Diane sobbed as she got close, sniffling and wiping at an
eye. "I screwed up ... I didn't ..."

Cassie felt defeated, but tried not to show it. She tried to muster up
as much encouragement as she could when she spoke next. "It's okay ...
we got the two, we ..."

"Three," Ned said with a small grin. "Ursula Gannet."

Cassie blinked. "But ... I thought ..."

"The only reason we know the third one is because Ned covered for me!"
Diane wailed. "If he hadn't come up from behind me after I missed her,
I ..."

"You mean you got there late?"

Diane looked stricken and her eyes teared up again. "No, I was right
there! The whole time! Staring right down that corridor! Th-then ...
then suddenly N-ned is shouting to me ..."

"Sorry about that, Diane," Ned said sheepishly. "I was trying to call
your attention to her."

"I couldn't see her! Why I couldn't I see her? I-I mean, I did see her,
but ... oh, I don't know even what I'm talking about ..."

Becky frowned. "What's going on?" she demanded. "You're not saying she,
like, turned invisible or something like that?"

Cassie fumed at the sarcastic tone in Becky's voice.

"Becky, don't be a putz, all right?" Ned retorted.

Before Becky could recover from the shock of the insult, Diane cut in.
"But it was like she had done just that! I was seeing her, but not
seeing her ..."

Cassie frowned at this. "Ned, you saw her, right?"

"Yeah. I mean, I had to kinda catch up with her, so I had to play
follow-the-black again, but yeah, saw her plain as day."

"It's because I can't see the auras, right?" Diane sobbed. "I'm going
to be useless to you now ..."

"No, Diane," Cassie said sternly. "You're not. This ... this must be
something from Nyssa. Some sort of magic or protection."

"Magic?" Becky asked, half in fear and half in derision.

"Well, if you have a better name for it, Becky, let me know. But it
explains why no one else pays any attention to who comes and goes from
that office."

"So I take it Jason and crew never, like, recruited others to do this,"
Ned said. "Meanin' people that can't see it."

"No, Diane is the first. You hear that, Diane? We never did this before
with someone who can't see the auras. We had no way of knowing. It's
not your fault."

"Yeah, c'mon, Diane. We did what we were supposed to do in the first
place. That's all that matters, right, Cassie?"

Diane sighed. She wiped at her eyes one last time. "I just felt so
useless ... I felt so stupid."

"Cassie," Becky said in a tiny voice. "Was ... w-was Diane being
mind-controlled?"

Diane looked at her in horror.

/Damn her,/ Cassie thought. "I don't know. If so, it was just for that,
just to stop people from noticing. Jason said that Ha ... that people
get influenced like that all the time."

Cassie caught herself before she could say that it was Haven that
influenced people. The last thing she wanted was to have to explain
that remark. "Okay, never mind all of that. We don't have a lot of
time. We have to figure out who is going after who. Now, I worked out
the first two. I should probably go for Frieda, her neighborhood is a
bit of a stretch across town. Mark is about four blocks over from where
Ned lives. Now Ursula ..."

Cassie opened the back of the notebook that Jason had given her. She
looked up Ursula's address, hoping that it would be closer to Diane's
neighborhood than Becky's. No such luck.

She tried not to sigh. "Becky, you're going to have to go for her."

Becky's eyes widened and she looked terrified, but she just nodded
without saying a word. It was not a huge vote of confidence. Cassie
thought it could have been worse. Becky could have been closer to Mark
instead.

"All we need to do today is find out who their victims are, that's
all," Cassie said. "Tomorrow is when they try to finish the job. So
don't approach them too close. Just hang around long enough until you
know who it is."

"How will we know that?" Becky asked.

"Just think back to when you were doing it."

Becky shuddered and gasped.

"I know, it's ... it's not pleasant, but ... you should see something
similar. Someone they meet with suddenly becomes enthralled and does
something odd. Usually there's some physical contact."

"We, uh, get the pic, Cassie," Ned said uneasily.

Cassie swallowed and nodded, her cheeks growing pink.

"I'm kind of relieved not to be in the first group, but ... " Diane
began, " ... but are you sure I can't help?"

"Diane, would you like to come along with me?" Cassie asked. "Harry can
drop you off at your house when we're done."

"In the limo? Sure!" Diane said, her face brightening.

Cassie grinned at this. "All right, we all know where we're going now.
Let's just do it. Here ..." She reached into her pocket and handed out
slips of paper she had prepared in her last class. "It's my personal
phone number. Please keep it private. Call me this evening and let me
know if everything went okay."

The others nodded, Becky a little reluctantly.

"All right ... I'll hear from you all later. Come on, Diane."

The group broke up, and the new Harbingers were gone.

In the distance, at the top of the steps to the school, Principal Laura
Bendon watched the students leave for a few more moments before she
slipped back inside the school.



After shedding his clothes and climbing upon the examination table,
Jason lay completely still at his Mistress' command, the only motion
the steady rise and fall of his chest and the pulsing of his erect
cock.

Casting a wicked grin at him, Nyssa climbed atop him, sliding her soft
body against his, feeling the little shivers of pleasure that rippled
through his body. She let her breasts dangle under her and brush his
chest, her erect nipples tracing paths over his skin. Jason moaned
softly as the growing tide of pleasure blocked out any other thoughts
from his mind.

"Mmm, that's it, my pet," Nyssa purred in a voice barely above a
whisper. "Just succumb to it. Give in to the pleasure. Let yourself go
to it. That is what it's like to be a slave ..."

Jason started panting as Nyssa lowered her hips to his, her wet folds
pressing against the shaft of his cock. She let her hips slide back and
forth until his manhood was slick with her hot moisture.

He did not move. His hands lay perfectly still at his sides. His legs
lay immobile. His head remained lolled to the side.

Nyssa leaned forward and gave his ear a single lick, making him
shudder. "That's right. Stay perfectly still. Do not move a muscle. You
are my toy. Toys do not move."

She angled her hips and slid them back. Jason gasped as his cock
penetrated her, wet tightness squeezing around it, making him utter a
long, low whimper as it struggled to slide all the way into her. But
once it lay completely engulfed in her steamy cunt, he felt her muscles
ripple against his manhood, as if stroking it even without Nyssa's hips
moving an inch.

Jason panted hard, already feeling himself rising quickly, as excited
as he was. When Nyssa's hips began to move, she loosened her grip just
enough for him to slide a little more easily in her tunnel. Yet even
then he could feel himself tugged as she rose, his cock glistening.

By the time she came down again, he was already close enough to cum,
but he would only strain at the edge until she commanded him. It was
again exquisite torture, just as she had done to him the day before.

But this time there was something a little different about it.

As Nyssa pumped her hips, moving a little faster each time until she
gained a steady rhythm, Jason felt his whole being seem to run molten
at the sudden intensity of the pleasure spreading through his body. His
whole mind gave over to it, leaving nothing in his thoughts, not even
his memories. There was only the pleasure and nothing else.

And for that moment in time, his mind would rather die than cease to
experience that pleasure.

Nyssa rode him, sensing the total emptiness of his mind and smiling
wickedly. She sent her gentle but insistent voice into his head, slowly
pushing back the barriers around that little corner of his mind still
closed to her. Very slowly it withered against the emotional maelstrom
that had erupted in his consciousness.

It would not fall now, she knew this. But at the same time, she could
sense the tendrils of his being aligning more with hers. In a tiny way
he was growing closer to being her mindless thrall. The more he
experienced this total and complete ecstasy, the more permanently
enslaved to her he became.

Nyssa's own thoughts excited her. She felt the tension building inside
her as she soared towards climax. She clenched her muscles and held it
off as long as possible, her moans becoming cries that reverberated in
Jason's mind, associating his toy-like state with perfect obedience and
servitude to his Mistress.

When she came, her hips bucked violently against him, her cries
becoming shrill. A single torrent burst from her pussy onto him, his
skin tingling madly wherever it touched him, making him even more
desperate to cum.

Nyssa was not done with him. She continued riding him, her arousal only
increasing. She pistoned her hips down on him faster, her breath
growing short. She lowered herself, letting her breasts touch him
again, making his whole body quiver with intensifying need.

She came again, still riding him hard, not pausing a moment. Her body
slapped loudly against his as she humped as fast as she could. She was
trembling herself, the excitement almost too much even for her. There
was simply nothing more intensely arousing as creating a new thrall.
Especially now when the process had only just begun.

On the third orgasm, she threw her head back with a loud, unnatural
wail. Her last, shattering climax left her shaking and gasping for
breath. She let herself sit with him buried inside her for a few long
moments before she finally lifted herself from him, letting his still
stiff and swollen member plop against his abdomen.

Nyssa climbed off the table and got to her feet. She still had to pause
a moment to collect herself. Finally she turned towards her slave and
bent down over him, engulfing his cock with her mouth, just as she gave
the silent order for him to cum.

Jason cried out loudly as his cock began to throb very hard. He gasped
as if he could not catch his breath as his body jerked and writhed on
the table. Nyssa took him deep into her mouth, his hot seed spurting
from his cock and filling her mouth. She moaned deeply, as she could
taste the little bits of his former self that were breaking away and
vanishing from his person. She eagerly pumped his manhood with her
fingers, milking every last drop from him.

She drew back and swallowed, then licked him until the last little drop
has oozed from his head. She let his still hard cock drop and
straightened up.

Nyssa took a few moments to catch her breath, and to let her energy
rise and return to normal. Taking a new slave in this manner used a
good deal of her energy. No matter. She would replenish it soon enough.

Now Jason's mind returned to him, and immediately it longed to go back
to that ultimate blissful state. Nyssa sensed this in his mind and
smiled. "Not yet, slave. Not quite yet. You have to give me something
first. Now, get dressed and go home, Jason. I am done with you for
today."

"Yes, Mistress," Jason said, rising and dutifully obeying his Mistress.



Cassie wound up being grateful that Diane went along with her. Frieda
proved to be elusive. It was obvious that no one was at home when they
got there, and they had to canvas the neighborhood looking for her.
Cassie stayed in the car and had her driver take her while Diane was on
foot.

It was actually Diane that spotted her in the park, a handsome boy
obviously simpering as she bid goodbye to him. After Diane got over the
initial shock of what she saw, she was absolutely delighted that she
had found Frieda.

"And, Cassie, it was weird. It was actually the boy I saw first acting
so oddly. Then it was like I had to keep staring at her to see her. I
had to keep convincing myself she was really there," Diane said to
Cassie afterward.

So now Cassie knew that the effect lingered, but it wasn't perfect. It
faded a bit over time. Or Diane could counter it somehow now that she
understood it better.

Cassie was anxious to hear how it had gone for the others as she was
driven home. By the time she got there, she already had a message
waiting for her from Ned.

"Piece o'cake," she heard his voice say, making her utter a sigh of
relief. "Markie-boy seems to have a little thing for tall, blonde
Swedes, especially the two living over on the next block. Heh, twins.
Double yer pleasure, huh? Er ... heh, terrible joke, sorry. Anyway, we
know who, where, how, and hopefully when. See ya."

Cassie had hoped to hear from Becky as quickly, but as the hours passed
and day turned to night, she held out little hope. She began silently
cursing Becky, thinking that she had simply gone home and not even
bothered, or she had given up too early, or simply missed her target
and was too much of a coward to own up to her failure.

When the phone did ring, Cassie was almost not expecting it.

"Hello?"

"Um, hi, Cassie?"

"Becky?!" Cassie cried. "Becky, what happened? Did you ..."

"Yes ... I found her, and who she wants to take ..."

"Oh, that's great! But why didn't you call me? Becky? ... Um, Becky,
are you still there?"

There was a low sob at the other end.

"Becky, what's the matter? What ...?"

"My sister ..."

"You're ... huh?"

"She ... sh-she wants my sister Wendy ..."

Cassie's mouth dropped open. She sat down heavily on the edge of her
bed. "Becky ... I'm ..."

"I c-can't get her to snap out of it, Cassie!" Becky sobbed. "H-how can
I ..."

"You can't, Becky, you have to be there to stop her tomorrow, that's
all you can do. L-look ... if this is too hard for you to do for your
own sister, I can ..."

"No! ... No, I have to do this. I can't let this happen to her. I can't
let her down."

Cassie took a deep breath to calm herself down. It did little good.
"Okay, Becky, okay. Just please, tell me if you change your mind or
need some other help."

"I-I will. I'll see you in school tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Becky."

Cassie let the phone tumble from her hand. Now /she/ was the one that
wanted to cry.
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