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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 Initiation
Universe: Haven
Summary: A 15 year old girl is subjected to a cruel prank by her peers,
but turns the tables on her would-be tormentors. A repost with grammar
and style cleanup only.

Part: 2 of 3
Keywords: ff, Mf, fsolo, teen, mc, nc, bon, humil, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2007

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Susan and Ann remained absolutely silent until Susan had turned the car
around and was heading back to the main road. Then the two of them
looked at each other and burst into hysterical laughter.

"Ohmigod," Ann cried. "I was sure I was going to lose it a few times."

"You! I was the one coming up with that song and dance number on the
spur of the moment."

"Oh, Susan, you were wonderful! And the bit with you opening your arms
and looking up, oh that was great. I half-expected a shaft of light
from heaven to shine on you."

"Well, not all of that was made up, you know," Susan said more
seriously. "I mean, I /was/ raised pagan after all."

"Yeah, but you don't believe half that stuff, do you, really?"

Susan shrugged and smiled. "But it sure comes in handy for times like
this."

The two of them went off in peals of renewed laughter. "Okay, okay,"
Ann said, grinning hugely. "Now you have to agree with me: Melissa must
go down as the most gullible little cunt in all of history."

"Jeez, she fell for the whole thing, didn't she?"

"That bit you arranged with Jim was sweet. You really had her convinced
you actually did lay a hex on him. Oh, man, I'm glad his girlfriend was
such a peach about it. She even pretended to be angry with Jim as if
he'd really had sex with you."

Susan gave Ann a smug little smile.

Ann's eyes widened and her mouth fell open. "You /didn't!/"

"Let's just say that Melissa is not the only gullible one. And believe
me, I did not have to use a spell on Jim to get him to get into bed
with me."

"Does Linda know?"

"No, she doesn't. Let's keep it that way."

"Oh, you bet. And Melissa will believe us, so there's no worry there."

Susan sighed. "Yeah, but we almost lost it when you pulled that little
stunt of yours with her panties. What the hell was that all about?"

Ann shrugged. "Spur of the moment. Can you believe that that little
slut was actually getting off on it? I had intended that feather to
tickle her senseless, and it just made her horny. Thanks for covering
for me, by the way."

"You're lucky I can think fast."

"So what's next, then?"

"Oh, we fetch her in the morning," Susan said. "Like we said. We have
to, else if we get up there too late, someone else will find her and
we'll be in deep shit."

Ann smirked. "Yeah, I figured that out. But what about after that?"

"We accept her as a member of the Circle. Then we figure out some
excuse later to kick her out. Maybe she'll displease the goddess
somehow."

Ann grinned, but it faded after a few moments. "Say, Susan, why'd you
leave her the pendant? I think maybe one of the reasons I did the thing
with the panties was because I was mad at you for that."

Susan paused a moment. "I'm not sure, actually. I don't know, maybe ...
maybe I just wanted to be a little nice."

Ann made a face. "Why? It's not like she really matters."

"I guess I just thought that taking the pendant might be taking it too
far. Plus she thinks it really protects her, so maybe it will."

Ann frowned. "You don't think she's, like, in danger up there?"

"Probably not. No one goes up there at this hour." She smirked at Ann.
"Unless you really believe in that sex strangler character."

"I'm telling you, he was real. I mean, he's not there now, but he was
in the past."

"I think it was as real as the bloody hook story, if you ask me."

Ann folded her arms and pouted. "And who says that one is not real,
too?"

Susan sighed, rolled her eyes, and promptly dropped the subject.



It was not very long before Melissa stopped crying. She finally
realized that no amount of histrionics was going to change the
situation she was in, and she was sliding into a depression that was
far beyond the ability of mere tears to express.

It slowly dawned on her that she had been a complete and utter fool.
This could not possibly be any initiation. It was simply an excuse to
humiliate her. She was surprised that someone else had not already
shown up to take advantage of her sexually, or worse, take pictures of
her to show the rest of the school or her parents.

She considered public humiliation to be worse than rape. For all of her
crying and all of her despair had failed to douse the flames of desire
that still burned inside her, ignited by a combination of her initial
excitement and the touch of that damnable feather Ann had used on her.
Melissa had no idea she would respond so strongly to that kind of a
touch.

Melissa was willing to accept the possibility of sexual release in
exchange for her virtue if it meant that her experience would be kept
quiet.

The night air had grown even colder, and she was shivering constantly
now. If it were not for the tape over her mouth, her teeth would be
chattering. Even in the darkness she could see her breath as it briefly
fogged her view of the stars overhead with each exhalation. Melissa
wished she knew why she was still aroused, why her pussy still felt hot
and engorged, why her nipples tingled with each breeze that blew across
them. First her so-called friends had betrayed her and now her own body
did as well.

Melissa tried to stretch her neck and turn her head to see the stakes
that held her arms in place, but her hair blocked her vision. She
clenched one of her hands into a fist and pulled at the rope, then
stopped. She repeated this several times, hoping to work the stake
loose. After several minutes, there was still no slack on the rope. She
sighed and attempted the same with one leg, again to no avail.

Melissa wished Ann had placed the pendant back on her chest. She hated
not being able to feel it against her flesh. Occasionally she shifted
her head and shoulders just so she could still feel the chain around
her neck and convince herself that it was really still there.

Melissa now realized that the forest was anything but silent at night.
The trees rustled in the slightest breeze. Insects buzzed and clicked
in the thick grasses. Occasionally some nocturnal critter scampered
through the underbrush. The first time this had happened, Melissa's
heart raced, as she was sure that someone was about to walk into the
clearing.

Melissa quickly grew inured to it, no longer reacting to the brief
crackle of twigs and rustle of underbrush. Thus she was not alerted
when she heard a similar sound somewhere behind her head, a single soft
crunching sound of something pressing down onto the sand and brush that
littered the floor of the forest beyond the clearing.

Yet in the moment that passed after this sound, Melissa became aware
that something was quite wrong. The other sounds of the forest, save
for the wind, had ominously fallen silent. Then the breeze itself died,
leaving her in a silence so complete that she could hear her own
heartbeat.

Melissa became aware of a presence. The feeling that she was not alone
crept over her and made her skin crawl. She shuddered and whimpered,
wishing she could at least call out and ask if someone were there.
Worse, she was sure that whoever it was now watched her intently,
taking in every detail of her naked form.

Finally Melissa heard the sound of someone taking a step onto the hard,
dry ground of the clearing. Then another. They grew closer with each
passing second.

Melissa was terrified beyond any ability to think rationally. She
pulled desperately at her bonds, ignoring the pains that shot through
her tendons. She knew only that she had to get away, before whoever it
was could harm her. But when the steps had approached close enough for
her to see her would-be assailant, she stopped struggling and looked up
with widening eyes in mixed fear and fascination.

Looming over her, standing not two feet from her torso, was a dark
figure. It was clad in ragged gray cloak and hood. But these were the
only identifiable features on the figure, for under the cloak and hood
was nothing but utter darkness. It was not simply the darkness of the
night, but a blackness so inky that it was like a hole torn in reality.
It was as if the figure were there, but also not there.

The figure leaned forward. A tendril of the darkness in the shape of a
human arm emerged. The hand splayed its fingers and hovered over
Melissa. She saw it silhouetted against the stars above her. Despite
the fact that the hand was several feet in the air above her, she
shrank back from it in terror, as if trying to sink herself into the
earth to get away from it.

The hand was withdrawn. There was the sound of shifting dirt and sand
as the figure's leg-shaped appendages lowered it to its knees. Melissa
heard something like a deep, guttural groan from the featureless face
of the figure and shuddered. Its head appeared to turn, as if shifting
its gaze over to her feet and drawing it very slowly up her body and
back to her face. Melissa thought she could actually feel the specter's
gaze on her, like ice just barely touching her skin.

The figure's hand reappeared. It reached for her face.

Melissa lost what remained of her rationality and screamed against her
gag and through her nose. Yet instead of snuffing out her life as she
had expected, the fingers of the hand grasped an edge of the tape
sealing her lips and slowly peeled it off.

Melissa stopped screaming and dared to open her eyes. The hand still
appeared in form only, with no discernible details, as featureless as a
bottomless pit. Yet where the tips of its fingers touched her skin, it
felt like the smoothest satin, not at all unpleasant. The hand finished
peeling the tape from her face and let it drop to the dirt alongside
her neck. It then hovered over her mouth, as if expectant.

It took Melissa a moment for her to pull her mind back from her terror
and panic and realize why he was waiting. She opened her mouth. The
figure's fingers reached inside and pulled out the wadded panties,
dropping them to the side as well.

"Th-thank you," Melissa said in a slightly slurred voice, her jaw
muscles having trouble responding from being stretched and the cold.
"Wh-ho are you?"

But the figure did not respond to her. She heard only another guttural
groan, this one more urgent in tone.

"P-please, you're frightening me," Melissa pleaded.

The figure's hand was still hovering before her face. The fingers
clenched briefly, then unfolded again. It moved slowly over her torso
and lowered itself over one of her breasts.

"N-no, please ..." Melissa begged. "D-don't hurt me ..."

But when the figure's hand cupped itself over her breast, Melissa felt
anything but hurt.

The hand was silky-smooth against the skin of her breast. It slid over
her flesh as if oiled, the fingers reaching around and squeezing the
firm flesh, sending a shiver through Melissa that was not at all
related to the cold. The fingers probed her breast everywhere, finally
finding her nipple and caressing it until it grew even more erect than
it had been before. It then touched the very tip of the nipple, her
most sensitive spot, and teased it with its fingertips.

Melissa moaned as these ministrations excited her almost as powerfully
as she had been frightened by the initial appearance of the figure. Her
body now begged for sexual release more than ever, her want so great
that her pussy ached with unrelieved arousal. Even if she had not
already been horny before his arrival, she was sure he could have
easily driven her to this state.

The figure's hand moved to her other breast and began fondling it in
the same manner. A second arm emerged from under the cloak, its hand
resting on the first breast, so that it now stimulated both of them at
once.

"Oh my God ... " Melissa cried softly. "P-Please ... please don't
stop."

The figure turned its head abruptly towards her face, and now she could
see two tiny, burning red points of light under the hood. She gasped
and bit her lip to suppress a scream, and for a moment she could not
feel the sensuous massage of her breasts.

And then Melissa heard something. It was like a ragged, hoarse whisper.
Yet it did not come through the wind so much as it /was/ the wind,
shaped into sound for her to hear. /You wish me to continue?/ the voice
said. /You wish me to give you pleasure?/

Melissa swallowed and hesitated. Was she getting herself into something
else again that she could not get herself out of? Yet now the figure
had stopped fondling her breasts, leaving her desperate for his touch
again. Finally she nodded.

/You ... are willing?/

"I ... I am willing. I-I need it."

The figure paused, partially withdrawing its hands. Despite the lack of
facial expression, Melissa thought she sensed hesitation and some
confusion from it, as if this were a new situation for it. /Are you for
me?/ she heard it ask of her.

Melissa was not sure how to answer that question. She had no idea who -
or what - this figure was. For all she knew, it could be part of the
elaborate ruse that Susan and Ann had set up. Though that would not
explain the eerie look, or its unearthly voice.

"I'm not sure," Melissa finally responded, deciding that honesty was
the only option. "I don't know how to answer that."

Another groan emanated from the figure. Finally it said, /I will
pleasure you. Then I will decide./

Melissa wondered exactly what it was to decide, but before she could
think to ask it, she felt one of its satin-like hands slide down her
abdomen. It moved like molasses, oozing with glacial speed. When it
reached her pubic mound, it sifted her hair through its fingers,
sending shock waves of pleasure through her body and making fresh
moisture drip from her already sopping slit.

The hand stopped moving and Melissa cried out in desperation. "Please,
t-touch me ... Touch my p-pussy."

It was the first time that Melissa had ever managed to bring herself to
say the word aloud, even in private. It betrayed the depths of her
desire, as well as her realization that modesty was no longer something
she could hope to preserve any longer.

She felt the figure's fingers descend into the cleft of her sex, her
swollen clit stroked firmly and rhythmically. Melissa moaned deeply and
panted as the strokes were increased in intensity and speed. She felt
its fingers plunge into her cunt, penetrating her deeply, two fingers
at first, then three, coaxing her open wider. With her legs spread as
far as they were, there was little to stop him from finger-fucking her
into a frenzy. Melissa rose like a rocket.

"Oh, God, yes ... Please, don't stop ... don't ... ohhh ... /ohhhhhh!/"

Melissa cried out loudly as she crested over into orgasm. Her pussy
throbbed hard around the figure's fingers, feeling as solid inside her
as any normal man's would. He kept rubbing her clit, driving her orgasm
upwards, until she was climaxing more powerfully than she ever had
before. Her genital muscles were spasming so hard that she saw stars in
front of her closed eyes. She was ready to scream for the figure to
ease off when it did just that, slowing its strokes and then removing
its hand.

Melissa's head lolled to one side. "Th-thank you," she said weakly.

The figure groaned, more urgent than ever. /Now there is my pleasure to
see to,/ she heard it say.

Melissa did not see the hand until it was before her face again, and
before she could ask what it was doing, the hand gently alighted on her
neck. She felt her fear return as her mind filled with horrible visions
of her throat being cut. Yet after a few seconds and a brief tingling
around her throat, the hand was withdrawn.

What Melissa could not see was what the figure had left behind.
Encircling her neck was a band, as impossibly black as the figure
itself.

The next thing she knew, the darkness was atop her.

She felt its body slide atop hers, like a silk sheet being drawn over
her skin, its touch light and sensuous. Despite having just cum, her
pussy was still wet, and she felt desire renewed inside of her. She
heard its guttural groan again, a rumble hinting at powerful, barely
restrained passion and lust. As its body slid further over her, she was
aware of something gently probing her labia, still slick with her
juices.

Melissa's eyes opened wide. "Oh my God ..." she breathed. Terror mixed
with her desire, and for a moment, terror won out. "N-no! Please, no!
Please don't ..."

In mid sentence, she opened her mouth and cried out in surprise and
ecstasy as she felt the figure penetrate her, its cock sliding inside
her like a hot knife through butter, sliding into her as if into warm
oil. She gasped as she felt his incredible length fill her completely,
more than any sex toy dildo she had used on herself in her
self-explorations. She did not think it was possible for anyone to have
a penis that long, and it convinced her that there was nothing at all
earthly about this figure.

/So you are not for me after all,/ she heard the figure communicate to
her, in a tone that was both mocking but questioning as well.

Melissa was too confused to reply at first. She felt the figure slowly
slide its cock outward again, the angle just right to stroke the tip of
her clit. She drew in her breath sharply and held it, letting it go as
a moan when he reversed and sank into her again.

Desire began to win out over terror again. He drew outward and forward
again, starting a slow but steady and firm thrusting. Each stroke of
her clit was like electricity crackling through her. In all her
fantasies, she had never thought her first time would be anything like
this. The realist in her never thought it would be this /good/.

So taken with the experience that she failed to note a tightness around
her throat.

The figure increased the speed of its thrusts into her, each one
burying its cock as far as it would go and then withdrawing it almost
completely from her, as if purposely maximizing her pleasure. Melissa
moaned loudly and deeply, giving her entire body and mind to the
figure's lovemaking, no longer caring who or what it was.

It took less than a minute, however, before her fear returned, for she
finally became aware of the constriction around her throat. She tried
to draw in a deep breath and wheezed instead. Fear became panic, panic
became terror. She tried to scream, but the band around her throat only
closed more tightly.

/No,/ she heard the figure say. /No, you are enjoying this. You are for
me./

Melissa then made the connection. The one that Susan and Ann had told
her about. The so-called sex-strangler. She was about to become its
next victim. But even as the band around her neck began to shut off her
air, she felt herself rising towards another climax as his thrusts
continued to build uninterrupted. The intensity of the stimulation in
the midst of her suffocation was almost excruciating.

/No, you will not die, for you are mine./

Suddenly the pressure around her neck was gone, and Melissa gasped in
air. At the same time, she exploded into an orgasm so intense that it
hurt for the first few seconds, then became an all-consuming ecstasy
that rattled her to her core. Her throbs reverberated up her vagina,
into her cervix, into her womb, and from there seemed to radiate to her
hips. It was as if her entire body were trying to participate.

In the midst of this, the figure plunged into her and climaxed. She
felt hot seed fire into her depths, his throbs prolonging her own
orgasm until it felt like it would never end. She screamed her pleasure
and desperation into the night, until her climax finally started to
fade. She panted and gasped, trying to catch her breath from both her
near-suffocation and her mind-numbing orgasm. Tears flowed from her
eyes in relief as she discovered that the fires of her desire had
finally been doused.

The figure slid off her body. It reached a hand over her neck, and the
band that encircled it disappeared. It then paused a moment. The
figure's pinpoint red eyes appeared, and it leaned in closer, its groan
questioning in nature. It reached down into the dirt and picked up the
pentacle pendant.

/Yes,/ it said. /Yes, I see. I understand./

Melissa swallowed and looked up at the figure. She did not dare say a
word. Something told her that the best thing she could do now was stay
quiet.

/You wish the Power./

Melissa's eyes widened. The wind-shaped voice conveyed the
capitalization of that word to her mind. Could Susan and Ann have been
truthful after all? Was this really what she was waiting for, for this
mysterious figure to come to her and bestow upon her what she needed to
become part of the Circle? Maybe mentioning the so-called sex-strangler
was just a way of giving her a hint of what was to come.

/Is this what you want?/ the figure asked her more insistently.

"Yes!" Melissa cried. "Yes, that is what I want. That is ... that is
what I have been prepared for."

The figure appeared to consider for a moment, then let the pentacle
drop from its fingers. /If you wish to receive the Power, you must give
me your innocence and virtue. I already have taken your virtue. Will
you give me your innocence as willingly?/

Melissa swallowed, feeling her fear return as the figure loomed over
her. There was no choice as to her answer. Her answer had to be yes.
She did not come this far to turn back now. "Yes. Yes, I will give you
my innocence as well."

The figure uttered another groan, this time a mixture of satisfaction
and pleasure. /You are the first,/ it said, and she sensed joy in its
"voice." /None before you have been willing. It has been a very long
time since I have had anyone./

It was then that Melissa realized that there was something going on
that was not what Susan and Ann had intended. This figure might very
well be the mysterious sex-strangler, but his nature and his motives
were completely different from what everyone had assumed.

Before she could go any further with this reasoning, the figure rose to
its full height and extended a hand over her. There were two loud
snapping sounds from above her, then two more below her. At once, the
tightness on her extremities vanished. She was too astonished to move
at first, but when she finally did, she saw that the ropes no longer
held her limbs in place. She slowly drew her arms and legs inward,
wincing as her strained muscles protested.

She looked up at the figure. It was turned such that she could see it
almost in profile. She could see a single, long protrusion from its
shape at roughly waist level. She understood at once that she was
seeing the figure's penis. The figure now turned to her and gestured
silently for her to come forward.

Melissa understood now what was being asked of her. Her fear spiked
briefly, but it was more fear over her lack of experience than anything
else.

She drew herself up to sitting position. A truncated piece of rope
trailed from each wrist and ankle. She glanced at them and wanted to
remove them. The knots did not look impossible for her to undo. There
was no time for it now, as the figure stood before her and continued to
gesture for her to come to him.

Melissa was eager to complete her "initiation," though it had turned
into something quite different from what she was sure Susan and Ann had
intended for her. Pausing only to rip the tape from her feet and chuck
the shoes she hated to the side, she crawled over to the figure on her
hands and knees. She knelt directly before it, her heart racing.
Despite how benevolent the figure was to her now, she still remembered
that it had been about to kill her, and only her enjoyment of his
"rape" of her had saved her.

The figure stepped closer, and for the first time, Melissa thought she
could see some detail in the absolute blackness. She was not sure
exactly what it was. It was as if she were seeing patterns of energy,
as if she were tracing the flow of the figure's life force. In all of
this, the shape of his massive cock appeared.

Melissa reached up with a slightly trembling hand and cradled the
erection in her fingers. Like the rest of him, his skin was very smooth
and slippery, as if she were touching one of her lubricated dildos. She
let her fingers trace its shape. She drew her fingertips along the
underside, and was rewarded with a deep groan from the figure.

/Remember,/ she heard the figure say. /You must swallow my essence to
complete your task./

Melissa had surmised that herself, and she wasted no time in touching
her tongue to the figure's erect member. She ran her tongue up and down
the underside of the shaft, feeling the skin ripple against her tongue.
Her hand sought out its balls and cradled them gently, massaging them
slowly and carefully. She heard what sounded like heavy breathing from
above her, and hoped that meant she was doing it right.

She opened her mouth and took his erection inside, wrapping her lips
tightly around his thick shaft and drawing it inside with an intake of
breath, squeezing her cheeks around his cock as it slid further inside.
She could smell his musk as she felt the figure slowly thrust his hips
back and forth. Melissa pressed her tongue against the underside as it
slid past, hoping to stimulate his sensitive areas more thoroughly.

/You give me great pleasure a second time,/ the figure told her
approvingly. /You do me a great honor./

Melissa was relieved, and it encouraged her to continue her
ministrations. She used her hand to caress the bottom half of his
shaft, as she could accommodate only about half of him inside her mouth
at once. She stroked the underside of the shaft at the same time that
she lashed at him with her tongue, letting his manhood rest in her
mouth as she lapped at what she believed to be the most sensitive spot
just past the head.

She heard a low groan from the figure and felt its cock shudder inside
her mouth as it throbbed powerfully in orgasm. Large globs of hot semen
splashed over her tongue. Melissa moaned softly as her mouth filled
with his seed. Eagerly she swallowed, feeling the strangely spicy and
sticky fluid blaze a trail down her throat. Still more of his essence
spewed into her mouth as he continued to cum, and she lapped it up as
quickly as it was produced, swallowing as fast she she could.

Finally the orgasm began to fade, and the figure withdrew its cock from
her mouth. She swallowed the last bit that was in her mouth, and slowly
rose to her feet.

Melissa closed her eyes. After a pause, she opened them, and saw the
truth.

"They lied to me from the start," Melissa said. She looked at the
figure. "Susan and Ann. They lied. They were never my friends. Then
never intended me to be part of their little clique. This was all just
a joke to them, a sham, bogus! /They LIED!!/"

Her voice had been steadily increasing in volume as she spoke, and the
last word was screamed at the top of her lungs. Her eyes blazed with
raw fury, an emotion that she never let herself feel. Until now.

/Innocence lost,/ the figure said.

Melissa felt like she was seeing everything that had happened in her
life from a totally new perspective. "I can't believe what a fool I've
been! All through my life! Now I see it. Now I /really/ see it. Not one
of the people that claimed to be a friend really was a friend. There
was always some ulterior motive. And I knew it. On some level I knew
it, and I just took it! I took it because I could fool myself into
thinking that just maybe I was wrong, that someone thought I was worth
knowing. I took solace in that, and rationalized my way to happiness.
But you know what? That was all bullshit! Well, /fuck that anymore!/"

In her rage, the result of years of pent up emotions from the abuse she
felt she suffered at the hands of countless peers, she picked up a rock
that lay on the ground and hurtled it at a tree on the other side of
the clearing. The rock struck the trunk and exploded like a small bomb
in a flash of blue-white light, sending pieces of bark and splintered
wood in all directions, leaving a large crater in the side of the tree.

Melissa's jaw dropped in astonishment and she stared, her fury curbed
for the moment.

/And with the loss of your innocence,/ said the figure, /you now have
the Power./

Melissa was silent, as if she were somehow searching her own inner
being. When she spoke, her voice was soft and eerie. "Yes ... Yes,
you're right, I ... I can see it ... I can feel it." She lifted her
hands before her face. She cast her gaze on the pieces of rope that
still were wrapped about her wrists.

After a few seconds, first one, then the other of the ropes loosened
and untied itself, dropping from her wrists into heaps on the ground.
Melissa viciously kicked at them. She willed the rope to released her
ankles, and they too fell from her body.

Melissa felt a rush of renewed excitement. She slowly closed her hands
into fists. She could literally feel powerful currents of energy like
electricity surging through her body, waiting for her to release them,
to command them to do her bidding.

"I have control," Melissa said, a smile spreading across her face. "I
finally have control of my life. I have control of it all! Whoever or
whatever you are, thank you for ..."

But when she turned her head, there was only the ordinary darkness of
the night. She whirled around, sweeping the entire clearing with her
gaze, but the figure had vanished. And as she stood and listened, the
noises of the forest returned. It was as if nothing had happened.

But something /had/ happened. She was standing, freed from her ropes,
and with a new realization, a new outlook on her life. And she had the
Power. She could still feel it inside of her. She could still see in
her mind how to use it, and what its limitations were. Nevertheless, a
creeping dread came over her that she had dreamed or hallucinated the
entire thing.

Melissa looked down on the ground where the remains of her ropes lay.
She stretched her hand out over them and concentrated. After a few
seconds, one of the ropes started to twitch, then flew upwards and into
her hand. She held it in her grasp and made the rope slither and coil
like a snake as if it were alive. Then she let it go limp, where it
swung impotently in the breeze.

And now, as she stood alone, free from all physical and emotional
bonds, she pondered exactly what she should do next.

She looked down at the ropes on the ground and the pieces still tied to
the stakes. She realized that she could see far better in the dark now
than she could earlier, much more than she could account for by mere
dark-adaptation. Either that, or she was simply sensing everything
around her in ways that she could not earlier.

The answer came to her. Susan and Ann had to be dealt with.

The old Melissa would have simply let it go and seek to avoid any
further contact with them. But to the new Melissa, this was
unacceptable. Now she had the ability to set things straight, to settle
the score, even to take revenge if she so desired.

Melissa smiled, as evilly as Ann had when she had conceived of her
maneuver with Melissa's panties. The realization that she now had the
power and the freedom to make these choices excited her. It even
aroused her, even though she had already had more sex than she had
experienced in her entire life up to that day. Yes, there was
definitely something strangely erotic about having this power.

"Perhaps they were right when the said that sex is power," Melissa said
aloud.

Yes, she would deal with Susan and Ann. Many ideas were coming to her
mind, things that would have horrified her if heard from others' lips
before that night, things that she now allowed herself to contemplate
freely with no pangs of guilt or remorse.

She looked towards the center of the clearing where she had been tied
down. As much as she may have wanted to see the expression on their
faces when they saw her free of her ropes, she knew that this would put
them off, either by claiming that she had cheated somehow, or by
becoming frightened of her. While Melissa may have wanted them to be
frightened of her at some point, that would come in due course.

Melissa took the rope that was still in her hand. She brought it over
to one of the frayed ends of a piece attached to a stake. She pressed
the two torn ends together and concentrated.

The strands of the two ends of rope twitched. At first the motion was
random and chaotic, like snakes slithering around each other. Finally,
slowly, the strands of rope began to twine about each other, knitting
the rope together. After about a minute it was done, and the rope
looked as though nothing had happened to it.

Melissa did the same with the other three, until she now had four whole
pieces of rope again, just as Susan and Ann had laid them out earlier.

Melissa smiled and calmly assumed the same position in which they had
left her. She stretched her arms and legs, spreading them apart. She
closed her eyes and reached out with her mind to the ends of rope. She
lay quiet and still as the ends of the ropes slithered around her
ankles and wrists. She felt them pull her limbs into the same positions
as before as they knotted themselves. When it was done, Melissa
appeared exactly as she had before the shadowy figure had descended on
her.

Unlike when she was first placed into this position, she felt relaxed,
and she looked up at the stars in admiration of the clarity of the sky.
She knew she could free herself with a thought at a moment's notice.
She was now in control.

She turned her head and glanced over to where her panties lay on the
ground and she frowned. As much as she wanted to avoid anything
appearing out of the ordinary, she refused to put the panties and tape
back on her mouth.

Melissa willed one of her arms to be released. She picked up the tape
and stuck it on the panties. She then grasped the panties and threw
them into the underbrush. She let the rope entwine about her wrist
again.

She waited.
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