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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Melissa's Rite
Universe: Haven
Summary: The Darkness has found a new ally in Melissa, a 15 year old
girl bent on revenge on those that have wronged her. The others must
stop her before she gains more power and takes control of them all.

Part: 15 of 31
Keywords: mf, mF, MF, ff, fF, fsolo, teen, inc, oral, voy, mc, nc,
toys, humil, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2007

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"I need to talk to Cassie this morning," said Jason after Heather and
Melinda had boarded the bus. "I did some poking around last night on
the internet. Susan's Mom /is/ actually a practicing Witch."

"I could have told you that," Heather said with a small smile. "Diane
told me on the way home from the meeting. She heard it from Jill that
Susan's Mom was into that stuff."

Melinda looked at Jason. "How did you find that out on the net?"

"It's not hard. You can find out a lot about people these days on the
internet."

"That's a little scary, Jason."

"Well, in her case, she doesn't exactly hide her affiliations. Just a
few Google searches led me to her Coven's website."

Melinda rolled her eyes. "Great. Witches get websites, and I can't even
fucking get online."

"I thought I set you up to use the neighbor's wireless?"

"Dad took out the wireless card yesterday while we were at school,"
Heather said in irritation as Melinda glanced towards the back of the
bus for the fifth time since she boarded.

Jason frowned. "That sucks."

"Yeah, tell me about it!" Melinda piped. "And Heather got a precog
again."

Jason looked at Heather. "Still see something happening today?"

Heather nodded. "Yes, and it's going to happen in one of my classes."

"/In/ a class? Are you sure?"

"Positive. It came on very strong this morning for some reason."

"Jason, what are we going to do?" Melinda cried. "We can't be with her
in the classroom!"

"I know, dammit," Jason muttered. "Heather, this doesn't make any
sense. Melissa's not even in the same year as you. I don't see her
being able to do a lot when she's not even in the room and a teacher
is."

"Unless she controls the teacher, too!"

"Melinda, she's not that powerful. That's why she wants more power in
the first place. I just don't get what she expects to do to Heather in
the middle of a class."

"Look, stop arguing about it, okay?" Heather snapped. "I'll just deal.
Check on me after each of my classes. If I have ... if I have the Aura
around me, just stay away from me."

"I really don't think that will happen," said Jason, though he was
trying to convince himself more than anything else.

Melinda looked off towards the back of the bus again and uttered a
dramatic sigh. "Jason? Could you do me a favor, pretty please?"

"Um, sure, what is it?"

"Make Richie stop looking at us all the time. It's fucking creeping me
out."

Jason turned his head. Richie was indeed watching them, though after
Jason stared at him for a few moments, he reluctantly directed his gaze
out the window instead.

Jason kept staring at him for a few moments. Was Richie still pissed
off at them? He looked more anxious than angry.

"All right," Jason said, looking away. "If I get a chance to talk to
him later, I'll mention it."

"Thank you. I just don't want anything to do with that turd anymore."

Jason simply nodded and said nothing more.



Melissa walked to school with a spring in her step. Whenever she saw
some boys she knew, she would smile at them and twirl her skirt a bit
to show off her legs.

As fall was wont to do along the Front Range, the weather had flipped
from cold and wet to warm and dry again. The sun rose bright in a clear
blue sky, burning away the chill that had settled over the town the
night before. Melissa took full advantage of it. Her skirt was just
long enough to remain within the bounds of the dress code, but it was
light enough that she could tug at it in class and flash her panties to
a fellow student while making him -- or her -- experience a brief
moment of intense and embarrassing sexual arousal.

She smiled and reminded herself what she was about to do that day. She
had experimented with Brad the past few days, using him on her mother,
as a means of practicing the technique. Now she could do it with a few
simple thoughts and still pay attention to what was going on around
her.

When Melissa approached the west entrance of the school, she was
surprised to see Laura Bendon standing at the top of the steps.

"Good morning, Ms. Bendon," Melissa said brightly.

"Good morning, Miss Hendell," said Laura. "My office, if you would."

Melissa raised an eyebrow, but Laura had already headed into the
building before she could inquire any further.

She followed Laura into the office. "Is something the matter, Ms.
Bendon?"

Laura closed the door and sat at her desk. "I have fulfilled your
request. Mr. Weston will be transitioned to Heather's class rotation
starting today."

Melissa smiled. "Thank you."

"I assume this is so you may get at Heather Sovert?"

Melissa nodded eagerly.

"Hmm. So you have learned to channel power through your puppets.
Interesting."

Melissa gave Laura a smug grin.

"Too bad you are putting it to such an uninspired use."

Melissa's smile faded. "What??"

Laura sighed. "Really, Miss Hendell. You have so much potential. Do you
think an act of petty revenge now will help your plans?"

"It is not petty!" Melissa cried petulantly. "And I already have
everything set up for finding the book. I gave the Harbingers the hint
to talk to Susan's mother, and I blocked her from mentioning the
pendant."

"I am sure that took a lot of power."

"What would /you/ know about it?"

"Simple deduction, Miss Hendell. Mrs. Radson has information about the
book. You cannot get it out of her. I am assuming she must have some
sort of defense against your power or you would just compel her to tell
you and simplify matters. Therefore, if you are to prevent Mrs. Radson
from revealing the pendant-book link, you would need to apply a
considerable amount of power to overcome her resistance."

Melissa silently fumed, folding her arms indignantly.

"One wonders then, why you did not just extract the information from
her once you had overcome her resistance."

"If you must know, it's because implanting thoughts is far easier then
extracting them," Melissa snapped irritably. "Her will is too strong
for me to just make her tell me the truth, not without damaging her
mind. But it was not nearly as hard to block her from telling anyone
about the link. The real trick was making it so she wouldn't know I did
it until it was too late."

"And again, that took power."

"Yeah, it did. So?"

Laura sighed. "Use your head, Miss Hendell! You have little to spare.
Do you really think you should waste it attacking Miss Sovert now?"

Melissa frowned. "I have everything under control."

"Hmm. I hope so."

The reality was that Melissa was starting to feel the strain. Much of
her direct control over her mother had slipped. But she had addled her
mother's mind so badly that Kathy was rendered ineffective at reining
in Melissa. Some of Melissa's changes had been rendered permanent, and
thus had left her mother with lingering sexual desires. As a result,
Kathy was in a constant state of emotional turmoil and self-conflict
that made her wallow in doubt and confusion.

And Melissa's father James was no help. Melissa had allowed him to
discover his wife's new sexual receptiveness. He took shameless
advantage of it. It wasn't difficult for him. Having had to deal with a
cold fish of an overly religious wife for so long made him jump at the
chance without asking too many questions.

Melissa also had a thought lurking in the back of her head that this
would work to her advantage even after the Harbingers had located the
book and given her the Rite.

"I assume you will go after Miss Woodrow as well?" Laura asked.

"Yes. Eventually."

"I have some information about her you might find very useful.
Something my Mistress shared with me before she left."

"Oh? What is it?"

Laura smiled. "What are you willing to pay me for it?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I have given you a great deal of help, Miss Hendell. I wish
compensation."

Melissa stared. "You want /money/ for this?"

Laura laughed. "What use will that be once you have the power you seek?
I imagine you will be the one truly in charge of this school after
that. No, I wish something else as payment when that times comes."

Melissa narrowed her eyes. "Like what?"

"My receptionist Marcie is a very good little girl," mused Laura. "But
I desire some variety. Something new."

Melissa stared. "You want ... /slaves?/"

"I have some specific students in mind." Laura leaned forward, her lips
curling into a sultry smile. "I think Miss Heather Sovert would look
very sexy in a frilly French maid outfit, fishnets, and six inch heels.
Don't you think?"

Melissa giggled. She thought that would be a fitting end for Heather to
wind up as a lezzie love slave. "All right. Deal. Now, what's this
information?"

"Diane Woodrow is a lesbian," Laura said. "And she's fallen for Heather
Sovert."

Melissa gaped at Laura. "No way!"

"Oh yes, it's quite true. Mistress knew the fantasies of every student
in school, I assure you."

"Does Heather know this?"

"I have no idea."

Melissa looked thoughtful before she muttered darkly, "I'll bet it was
her all along. I'll bet she gave Heather the idea for it!"

"For what, Miss Hendell?"

Melissa frowned. "Never mind, Ms. Bendon. Thank you for the
information. I think I can find a way to make use of it."

"In that case, you better get ready for your homeroom class."

Melissa nodded and stood. She paused a moment. "I'm sorry if I seemed
hostile to you before, Ms. Bendon. I'm just afraid someone is waiting
to take this power away from me just as I'm about to grasp it. That
feeling has been haunting me ever since I realized there was something
special about this pendant."

"I understand. I have no desires on your power. I only wish to retain
my own agenda after your ... regime ... is in control. Good day, Miss
Hendell."

Melissa left.



"I /knew/ Mrs. Radson had some sort of ability, Jason," said Cassie
brightly. "Thank you for checking on that for me."

Jason smiled faintly. "Are you sure you're okay with talking to her
today?"

Cassie paused to look for something in her locker. "As sure as I can
be. I'm a bit scared to be honest. But I need to do this. I can talk on
her level. We're both mystics in a way."

"Just make sure Ned has your back covered."

"I will." She closed her locker and turned to face him. "You still
think something is wrong with all this, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. It just seems too convenient to me. Maybe it's a trap of
some kind."

"You thought that about the meeting house, too."

"Yeah, I know, I sound like a broken record," Jason said with a sigh.
"And the house looks okay so far."

"The only additional thing I found about that house is that Reggie is
having someone look after it while he's gone. That must be why we can't
go there on ..."

There was the sound of a cough nearby. Both Cassie and Jason turned.

"Uh ... hi," said Richie.

"Um, hello, Richie," Cassie said awkwardly. "How have ...?"

"What the hell do you want?" Jason snapped.

Richie glared at Jason before he could catch himself. "I just wanna
talk to you for a minute, that's all."

"We're busy, sorry."

"No, it's okay," Cassie said. "I should get going, Jason, I'll see you
later."

"Actually, I kinda wanna talk to both of you," Richie said, shuffling
his feet. After a long moment he added, "Please."

Jason fixed him with a cold stare. Finally he folded his arms. "Fine.
Talk."

"Um ... well ... something kinda weird happened. Thought you two might
know something about it. Uh ... it's like this ..."

Richie told them about the dream he had in his head for nearly a week,
about finding the ring, and the scene he had witnessed, hurrying
himself on the last point when Jason curtly reminded him of how little
time there was now before class.

"Ooo!" Cassie cried excitedly. "Psychometry!"

Richie stared at her blankly. "Huh? Psy-what?"

"Psychometry, Richie. Object reading. You hold an object in your hand
and get images of what happened to it. Oh, goodness! You never knew you
....?"

"Ain't no object reading, Cassie," Richie said in a slightly irritated
voice. "It was like I was freakin' /there/. It was like my room, but in
the past. It happened before, but just not so goddamn real as this
was."

Cassie looked thoughtful. Jason was stone-faced.

Richie risked a glance at Jason. "It was kinda like what Mara did."

"Yeah, sounds like it," Jason said flatly. "How long it take you to
make that up?"

"What?! I didn't fucking make this up! This really happened, man! I was
so freaked out about it I didn't even go over to Miss Davis' house!"

"Gee, that must have been terrible for you. Want a medal now?"

"Please, stop it, both of you!" Cassie cried before Richie could
retort. "What if he's telling the truth, Jason? I mean, look at you,
Melinda, and Heather. You all have some sort of extra ability from the
House. Doesn't it make sense Richie would, too?"

"So what do you want now, Richie?" Jason demanded. "You think this will
get you back into the group?"

Richie frowned. "You can keep your fucking group, okay? I just want
someone to tell me if I've flipped out or something. I want someone to
tell me if this is real or if I got a screw loose. /Tell me if what I
saw really happened!/"

Jason was about to retort when he got a better look at Richie's eyes.
There was a genuine fear shimmering within them. This had Richie scared
out of his wits, even if he wouldn't admit it.

"Jason, can we verify it somehow?" Cassie asked. "There must be a way.
If he's telling the truth, this is an amazing ability!"

Jason sighed deeply. "What were the names of the people in this vision,
Richie?"

"Sarah and Frank," said Richie. "Dunno their last name. They were
married. Prob'ly divorced after that, seein' how she threw her ring at
him and never looked for it."

"How long ago was it?"

Richie shook his head. "Dunno. Must've been before me and Mom moved in.
That was about ten years ago. The computer on the desk looked old. A
Mac."

"An iMac?" Jason asked. When Richie looked at him blankly, he sighed
and added, "The ones with the bright, transparent cases."

"Oh. Nah, this one looked like the ones before that. I was kinda young
when they were out, so don't remember 'em as good."

Jason considered for a moment. "All right. I'll go see if I can track
them down when I get home."

Richie nodded. "Thanks, man."

Cassie smiled and looked excitedly at Jason. "If this is true, and he
can see into the past that way, that's going to be incredibly useful
for the Har ... er ..."

She trailed off, glancing sheepishly from Jason to Richie.

Jason took a deep breath and let it go through his nose. "Richie, I'll
do this for you. But so long as you're screwing with Miss Davis' head,
you're not getting back into the Harbingers. Period."

Cassie bit her lip, waiting for the explosion from Richie.

There was a long, tense silence. Finally, Richie nodded. "Okay. That's
cool. I hear ya. Uh ... see ya later."

He lowered his head and walked away.

Cassie watched him go. She stepped forward cautiously. "Jason ..."

"We can't let him back in if he won't abide by the spirit of the group,
Cassie," Jason declared. "We can't compromise on our principles."

"And I all but told Heather to go after Melinda," Cassie said softly.

"That's ... that's different."

"But is it, really?"

Jason looked at her. "Melinda consented. We don't know if Miss Davis
did. That's the point. I just want him to take a step back and let her
decide for herself."

"And if she thinks she wants to continue it? What then? How do we tell
it's still her decision?"

Jason was growing irritated with Cassie. She was forcing him to make it
more complicated than he felt it needed to be. "Fine. In that case,
then, he should just back off period and not have anything to do with
her. A student and teacher screwing around like that is just /wrong/,
Cassie."

Cassie said nothing. She couldn't offer anything to either support or
oppose his position.

"Let's just get to class," Jason muttered.



Heather entered her first class after homeroom with no small degree of
trepidation. The feeling that something was going to happen was at its
strongest. She paused just inside the door, glancing around looking for
something obviously out of place but finding nothing.

She swallowed and headed to her seat, her heart thumping.

The last time she had a feeling this powerful, she was then called to
Nyssa's office and subsequently enslaved by her. She half-expected to
get a similar summons just to lure her out of the classroom so Melissa
could attack her. It was a foolish notion, however, as she knew with
dead certainty that the danger was in the class itself.

A student stumbled as he tripped over a strap of someone's book bag and
fell against Heather's desk. She gasped and nearly jumped out of her
chair.

"Oh, hey, sorry, Heather," said the boy as he passed.

Heather just nodded quickly and took a few deep breaths. /All right,
get a hold of yourself, Heather,/ she thought. /Melissa is not here./

Heather dropped her backpack to the side and opened it. She started
pulling out materials for the class as a broad-shouldered, muscular boy
passed her and took a seat just across the aisle. She closed her bag
and straightened in her seat.

"Hey, babe."

Heather turned her head and flinched. Brad gave her a smarmy smile.

"Brad! What are you doing here?! What ... ?"

Her voice trailed off. Inky black slithered like tentacles around his
beefy frame. She stared, her eyes glazed in shock.

"Missed me, babe?"

Heather tried to breathe. "Brad ... what are you doing here, this isn't
your class rotation!"

"It is now. Ain't it great? We can get back together again."

Heather recovered swiftly from her initial shock and sneered. "In your
dreams, you fuckhead," she hissed.

Brad was unperturbed. He just grinned all the more. His smile felt so
creepy to Heather that she shivered. "Yeah, you'll want me again.
You'll see."

Was this Melissa's idea of an attack? To have Brad harass her? Heather
shot a murderous gaze at him. "Go to hell, you bastard. You come near
me outside this class and you'll fucking regret it. Touch me in class
and I'll scream rape."

Brad chuckled. "Nah, you're gonna come to me."

"Now you really are dreaming. Leave me out of your disgusting little
fantasies."

"Just like it was a fantasy when we fucked?"

Heather uttered a short, humorless laugh. She remembered when he had
forced himself on her. She had used the power from the House to control
him enough into making it an enjoyable experience for her. None of his
supposed "skill" had any part in it. She doubted he would understand
the irony even if she explained it to him.

"You love my cock in your hot little twat, Heather."

Heather's eyes widened and her cheeks pinked. "Shut up, you asshole."

"Yeah, you love it. You just think on that. You'll see."

Heather was about to shoot back a retort when the teacher's voice rang
out: "Whatever you are about to say, Miss Sovert, can wait until the
end of class."

Heather fumed and faced forward in her chair. She didn't understand
this at all. Was this really Melissa's doing? What was the point? Brad
couldn't make her do anything, could he? He didn't have the power,
Melissa did.

But it became very clear barely ten minutes into the class that
something was happening.

First it was only fleeting thoughts. The memory of the one time they
had engaged in intercourse would flicker through her head at odd
moments. She thought it was nothing more than just the power of
suggestion, a psychological trick.

As time passed, it grew worse. Her mind invented new imagery, all
involving Brad fucking her. Her mind zeroed in on it like a movie
camera doing a zoom shot on the action in a porn movie. She would see
his cock sliding in and out of her in perfect detail. Each time she
managed to push it out of her mind, one little slip in her
concentration and the imagery surged back.

It was like a little daydream playing in the back of her mind. But it
wasn't her daydream, it was someone else's. The distinction hardly
mattered. It was vivid enough that, halfway through the lesson, heat
rose in her sex in response.

She squirmed in her seat. The more she tried to ignore it, the worse it
got. Soon she felt slick moisture in her delta when she shifted her
legs. A continuous loop of erotic imagery played in the back of her
head, like movies strung together back to back, all showing Brad's cock
pounding into her pussy over and over.

It was maddening. She could concentrate on resisting it, or on the
lesson. She couldn't do both.

In the last quarter of the hour, she was forced to devote her attention
to the instructor or she would miss the homework assignment. Her pussy
became steamy and swollen. Her nipples hardened and tingled. Her breath
quickened. She could even feel a faint fullness in her cunt or a light,
sliding touch against her clit, as if he were already inside her.

The bell rang, and it was like a movie projector was abruptly shut off.
The imagery simply stopped. She slumped in her chair like a balloon
deflating. She struggled not to moan as her still needy cunt throbbed
with her racing heart.

"See you next class, babe," Brad said.

Heather jerked in her chair. She gasped as the sudden movement mildly
stimulated her pussy. By the time she could think of something suitably
acidic to say to him, he was gone.



Ned was out of breath by the time he raced down the corridor and
skidded to a halt at Jason's locker. "Where's ... Heather? ... She ...
okay?"

"She's supposed to come to us after class," Melinda piped, standing
next to Jason. "We were going to go looking for her."

Ned paused a moment to catch his breath. "Our resident Wicked Witch of
Haven was looking mighty smug in my class. She looked at me like she
knew a dirty little secret."

"Wait, here she comes!" Melinda said. She uttered a tiny, panicked
yelp. Just as Jason turned his head towards her inquisitively, she had
subsided and was staring intently instead.

Heather walked up to them, Diane at her side, shaking with barely
contained fury. "That little bitch. That little cunt. I don't fucking
care what Diane and I did to her, she ..."

"Heather, what happened?" Jason said.

"She's trying to sic Brad on me! She's taken him and trying to force me
to have sex with the creep."

"Oh, eww!" Melinda said, wrinkling her nose.

"This time, Melinda, I totally agree with you. He's a fucking turd."

Melinda eyed Heather once more. "You don't have an Aura. Not now. I
mean, I saw something, like that tiny wisp I saw on some other people
Melissa screwed with. It's gone now."

"I'm not being controlled. He's just ... or I guess Melissa is through
him ... planting thoughts in my head of me and him doing it."

"How bad is it?" Jason asked.

Heather fumed. "Bad enough that I want to change my panties."

"Ick," Melinda said.

"Jason, is there anything we can do?" Diane asked in a worried voice.
"I mean, if he keeps this up, it's going to drive Heather nuts."

"I am not doing it with him, Diane," declared Heather. "No way. I don't
care what he does."

"Of course you can't!" cried Melinda. "That's how he wants to enslave
you!"

"Yer all overthinkin' it," Ned spoke up. "Melissa was humiliated. She's
turnin' the tables. No better way to do that than gettin' Heather hot
and horny in class. Simple as that."

Heather sighed and covered her eyes with her hand. "Great. What else is
he going to do to me?"

"Jason, this is just like Nyssa!" Melinda cried. "She got people to
enslave others for her, too!"

"I don't think Melissa has enough power to do that," Jason said. "I
mean, the technique is similar, yes, but I'm thinking -- I'm /hoping/
-- that she can't do much more than that."

"Some hope!"

"We have to get to class," Jason said hastily. "I'm sorry I don't have
any ideas, but you're just going to have to bear it for now. Ned is
probably right, but we have to wait and see what else she does."

"Oh, nice, use Heather as a guinea pig," Diane muttered in frustration.

"I don't like it, Diane, but I don't have any answers. And just in case
this is similar to Nyssa, so long as we don't let Heather have sex with
Brad ..."

Heather made a gagging sound. "I'd die before I let him do that."

"I think Melissa's pullin' the strings," Ned said. "She looked like she
was concentratin' on something other than the lesson. She's jus'
channelin' it through Brad. Ol' jock-brain prolly has only enough power
to blow his own nose."

"Let's go," said Jason as the crowd in the hallway began to thin.
"We'll regroup later."



Richie lingered in his seat as his history class let out. He avoided
meeting Linda's eyes until nearly all the other students were gone.
When he did lift his gaze, it was met by a sad, forlorn face.

He stood up and trudged to Linda's desk. "Yeah?"

"You never showed yesterday," Linda said in a low voice.

"Um, yeah, I know," Richie drawled. "Sorry. Something kinda came up."

"Was it your friend again?"

"Huh? Jason? Nah. This was something else."

Linda nodded. She looked torn, her mouth opening and closing as if she
had thought to say something but changed her mind.

"He doesn't want me doin' it with you anymore," Richie said.

"Yes, he made that ... abundantly clear."

"What about you?"

Linda stared at him. "I don't understand."

"What do you want, huh? You wanna keep going?"

Linda sighed. "That's not a fair question, Richie."

"Why not?"

"I can't tell what I want anymore. You ask me if I want to keep this
going. I'm getting ... I'm getting wet just thinking about it, but ...
but ..."

She turned away, flustered and quivering. Her pussy ached. "I-I was
horny all afternoon yesterday, Richie," she said in a husky voice edged
with desperation. "I couldn't get dressed, I'd just soak through
anything I put on over my pussy."

Richie's cock stirred. He couldn't help it. This was turning him on. It
made it that much more difficult. "You got past it, right? You were
okay."

"After I gave myself about three orgasms, yes." Linda dropped her gaze
to her lap and blushed.

Richie's cock was rock-hard. "You shouldn't've done it."

Linda lifted her head and stared at him. "What?"

"Durin' the summer. You watched me play. You talked to me. You fuckin'
/flirted/ with me."

"I know. It was wrong. I'm sorry. I never thought ..."

"Yeah, I know."

Linda had no reply for him.

"Well ... gotta go." Richie turned away.

"Richie!"

He stopped.

"Come over today? Please?"

"Yeah ... yeah, okay. Whatever."

Richie walked out of the classroom without a backwards glance.



It got only worse for Heather.

The next class, Brad told her how much she'd love swallowing his cock.
She imagined herself at his feet, licking and sucking his manhood with
wild, unbridled passion. Each time he came in her mouth in her mind's
eye, she could taste him faintly in her mouth. She even felt a tickle
on her chin, as if some of his cum had dripped from her lips. Once she
even swallowed on cue.

The class after that, he suggested how she'd love taking him between
her nice, big tits. She felt a faint presence between her breasts, and
her nipples grew hard and taut. When Brad came in her head, she'd feel
a very light flutter against her skin, as if his seed were splashing
warmly over her flesh.

Her pussy swam in moist heat. The brief respite between classes was not
enough. By the time it mercifully came to an end at lunch time, she had
risen halfway to orgasm, and her legs felt as if she had run a
marathon.

"This is driving me crazy, Jason," Heather said in an unintentionally
husky voice, her body visibly trembling. "I can't shut him out and
concentrate on class at the same time."

"How do you feel towards him, Heather?" Cassie asked. She regretted not
being with them earlier when Heather had first reported what Brad was
doing to her.

Heather blushed furiously and whispered, "Like I want his cock."

Diane sighed despondently. "This is just getting worse," she muttered.

"I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to have sex with him. I can't. I
...." Heather trailed off, panting. "E-excuse me, I h-have to take care
of this ..."

She started away from them.

Melinda gasped in alarm and ran after her. "Heather, wait, where are
....?"

Diane caught her arm. "Melinda, stop it, she's just going to, um, use
the bathroom. To take care of something."

"Use the ...? Oh."

"Diane, don't let her walk the hallway alone," Jason said. "Go with
her, please."

Diane nodded quickly and took off after Heather.

Melinda sighed. "Great. What the hell are we going to do about this?"

"Heather still doesn't have any Aura, Melinda?" Cassie asked.

"She has that little wisp again right after she gets out of class, but
it doesn't hang around. Thank God!"

"Melissa's not controlling her," said Jason. "Just planting thoughts in
her head through Brad, but they don't last. It's the same way she
terrorizes other people. I think Ned was right about what she's trying
to do."

"It's close enough to controlling her to creep me out! God! I can't
believe she actually /wanted/ to boink that dumb slab of beef once."

"Jason, maybe Susan's Mom can help," Cassie said.

Melinda made a face. "Huh? Come on, Cassie, she can't even stand up
against Melissa herself."

"She must have some defenses, or how has she been able to keep
information from Melissa in the first place?"

"And Melissa's doing this indirectly through Brad," Jason said,
nodding. "She can't be using as much power. It's worth looking into."

"So how is Heather supposed to get through the rest of the day?"
Melinda demanded.

"Having the lunch break might help. She has only two more classes after
that."

"We better get going," Cassie said. There was a nervous quaver to her
voice.

"You okay, Cassie?" Melinda asked.

"Just ... a little nervous about later, that's all."

"Want me to go with Ned? I can ..."

"No, you should be there for Heather after school. She may need some
comforting."

Melinda rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and I'll bet she'll need something
else, too."

Cassie and Melinda headed off together. Jason finished arranging his
locker and closed it. He started away, but stopped when he spotted
someone watching him from the other side of the hallway.

"Hi," said Richie.

"Yeah, hi. What do you want?"

"Nothin'."

"Then why are you standing there?"

Richie hesitated. "Um ... Heather okay?"

"What's it to you?"

"Who's bugging her? Brad?"

"I said, what's it to you?"

Richie frowned. "Cut me some slack, man. Just wanna know she's okay."

Jason sighed impatiently. "No, she's not okay. Melissa's screwing with
her head through Brad, making her want to have sex with him. You should
know all about that sort of thing."

Richie frowned but said nothing.

Jason shook his head. "Just butt out, okay? Nothing you need to worry
yourself over anymore."

Jason started away again. Richie jumped forward and grabbed his arm.
Jason whirled around, yanking himself violently from Richie's grip.

"Hey, man, Heather's a friend, okay?" Richie said.

Jason's eyes blazed. "I still don't think you know what that word
really means. Stop saying it until you get fucking clue."

Richie stared in shock. Jason turned and fled.



Heather was panting as she sprinted down the hallway, dodging the other
students in her mad dash out of the school. She barely contained a soft
moan as the movements of her thighs made her pussy ache for release.

Lunchtime had helped only a bit. It had not taken long for Brad to make
her into quivering mass of lust again. To make matters worse, the
instructor had called on her in the middle of class. She had to answer
the question with a husky voice that sounded more suited for the sound
stage of a porn movie than a classroom, all the while squirming in her
seat and trying not to let the erotic imagery in her head slip into her
speech.

Everybody had noticed something was wrong. Heather had blushed so hard
it was as if her cheeks had been on fire.

She wanted to get out of the building and on the bus before Brad could
find her. As she jogged down the stairs, she whimpered as her pussy
strained just short of orgasm. Her legs were shaky, and she nearly
stumbled when she stepped onto the gravel of the parking lot.

Heather stopped to catch her breath and to let the stimulation in her
sex abate. After a few moments, she started across the lot.

"Heya, babe."

Heather froze and turned her head. Brad leaned against a light pole at
the foot of the stairs, lips curled into a smug grin.

For a few moments, she could only stare at him. Her paralysis was
broken only once Brad started towards her. She started to run from him,
but he was too fast for her. He managed to outpace her and step swiftly
in her path, bringing her to a halt.

Heather stumbled back a half-step. "B-brad, get out of my way, I ..."

"So, didja think things over like I said?" Brad asked with a lascivious
grin.

Heather shuddered. "Brad, stop it ... I'm not doing anything with you
.... You're just wasting your time."

She tried to step past him. He blocked her again.

"Brad! I-I'm not putting up with this! I ..."

"You're hot for me, ain'tcha?"

Heather swallowed. "No."

Brad smirked. "So you're not wanting my cock in your twat?"

Suddenly the image burned crystal clear in her head of a large, thick
cock popping past her labia and sliding into her. Heather moaned
deeply, her legs quivering. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, but her
resistance had been exhausted. Her pussy hung even closer to climax.

"Yeah, you're thinking of it now. You need a good fuck, don'tcha?"

Heather panted hard. A haze of lust settled over her. Her pussy
strained at the edge. "P-please, Brad, don't ... p-please ..."

"The only 'please' you're gonna be saying, babe, is 'please, Brad,
don't stop' when I'm fucking you nice and hard."

Heather drew in a sharp breath. Her hips jerked as she uttered a short,
embarrassed "uh!" Liquid heat flooded her delta, and a dark stain
appeared in the crotch of her jeans. She whimpered, her face turning
scarlet as several students gawked at her.

Jason and Melinda appeared at the top of the steps. Melinda shouted in
alarm.

"C'mon, babe, I got a friend with a car," Brad said, taking a step
towards her. "Let's go have some fun."

Jason and Melinda had barely taken their first step forward when
someone barreled through them, pushing them aside like tenpins. Just as
Brad reached for Heather, the figure blasted down the steps and ran
full-tilt into him.

Brad was knocked off his feet. He fell hard on his backside with a
crunch of gravel. He slid back a few inches, splitting a seam in his
faded jeans and tearing off part of the back pocket.

"What the f ...?!"

"/Get away from her you fucker!/" Richie bellowed, his hands curled
into fists.

Heather was too dazed from her orgasm to react. Teeth clenched in fury,
Brad scrambled to his feet. Richie launched himself at Brad, knocking
him down to the gravel again. The two of them grappled madly at each
other, throwing wild punches and kicks that tossed up gravel and dirt.
Other students gathered in a loose circle and started shouting for one
side or the other, until a larger figure pushed past them and into the
fray.

"Break it up! /I said BREAK IT UP or you're both suspended!/"

A meaty hand grabbed Richie by the collar of his jacket and hauled him
to his feet. He had several scratches dotted with blood on his cheek.
Brad stood, panting, blood dripping from a split lip, one eye swollen
and bruised.

Richie fought the hand that held him.

"That's enough, Mr. Gardner. /I said THAT'S ENOUGH!/" a red-faced Vice
Principal Seeger shouted.

By this time, Jason and Melinda had arrived at Heather's side. Melinda
was aghast. She stared alternately at Richie and Heather.

Richie finally stopped, though his face burned with hatred as he looked
daggers at Brad.

"Mr. Seeger, he attacked me for no goddamn reason!" Brad cried. "I was
just talking with my girlfriend and he ..."

"/She's not your girlfriend, you asshole!/" Melinda shrieked.

"Miss Sovert, I did not ask for your input!" Seeger exclaimed. "And
watch your language while you are on these school grounds!"

"Melinda, don't!" Heather said when Melinda opened her mouth again. Her
voice was shaky, but her gaze was firm. "Please."

Nearly purple with rage, Melinda curled her hands into fists and kicked
at the gravel.

Mr. Seeger let go of Richie's jacket. He folded his arms. "Well well
well, Mr. Gardner. And here you were going for the record for most days
/without/ detention."

"He was fucking with Heather!" Richie cried. "I was protecting her!"

"I didn't lay a hand on her!" Brad shouted. "Honest, Mr. Seeger, I
didn't! Just ask her!"

Mr. Seeger sighed and turned to Heather. "Well, Miss Sovert?"

Heather swallowed. She avoided looking at Brad directly. "H-he wouldn't
let me go. He kept blocking me from the school bus, Mr. Seeger."

The Vice Principal gave Heather a critical eye. One eyebrow rose when
he noticed the dark stain in the crotch of Heather's jeans. "Did he
touch you in any inappropriate way?"

Heather's cheeks burned. "No, Mr. Seeger," she said sheepishly.

Melinda uttered a frustrated sound and turned to Jason with an
imploring look, but there was nothing anyone could do. What could they
tell him? That Brad was implanting images of sex in Heather's head?
He'd give them all detention just for concocting such a stupid story.

Richie looked equally frustrated. He shot a blazing look at Brad. "I
know what you did, you fucktard," he growled through clenched teeth.

"That is enough, Mr. Gardner. Detention. Two weeks. Starting Monday, if
for no other reason than I do not wish my weekend ruined by having to
preside over giving your pointless tasks to pass the time."

Brad gave Richie a smug smile. Richie looked very much like he wished
to wipe it from Brad's face.

"And you, Mr. Weston. One week," said Mr. Seeger.

Brad's mouth dropped open. "What?? Why?!"

"Because, Mr. Weston, I will likely never find out what really
precipitated this altercation, and as such, I will punish both sides to
make sure whoever is at fault thinks twice about doing it again. Good
day."

"But, Mr. Seeger, I ...!"

"/Good day/, Mr. Weston. And you, too, Mr. Gardner. And don't either of
you think about starting this up again when I leave or you will both be
/expelled/."

Fuming, Brad wiped at the blood on his lip and stalked away.

"The rest of you, get moving. The show is over." The Vice Principal
turned to Heather. "Are you quite sure you are all right, Miss Sovert?"

Heather took a deep breath and just nodded.

Mr. Seeger paused, his eyes flicking back down to the stain again.
Finally he turned and moved off.

"Fucking asswipe," Richie muttered as he watched Brad's retreating
back. "Think's he's so fucking cool cuz his father's military."

"Richie," Heather called out.

"Huh?"

A faint smile touched her lips. "Thanks."

Melinda stared. "Shit, Richie, did you really knock him down?!"

Richie shrugged, though one corner of his mouth tugged upwards. "Yeah.
Guess I did." He wiped at his face, where the scratches had already
scabbed over. He glanced at Jason.

Jason hesitated, his face betraying his loss for words. "Uh ... Richie
.... I'll, um, make sure I look up those names for you when I get home.
About ten years ago, right?"

Richie nodded. "Yeah. That's cool. Lemme know, 'kay?"

Jason nodded. "Call you?"

"Yeah. Oh, uh, make it late ... I'm gonna be out for a bit ... uh ...
you know ..."

Jason's jaw tightened, but he nodded without making further comment.

Richie wanted to shout to him that Linda had asked him -- almost begged
him -- to come over. Instead, he just grinned humorlessly. "Yeah, I'm
still screwing with Miss Davis. Guess I'm not such a great guy after
all. See ya in the funny papers."

He turned and jogged towards the school bus.
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