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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: 19 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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"Well, there it is," Jason said with a small sigh. "We got it."

The book sat alone on the elegant coffee table. This was the first time
the others were seeing the object of their search. Jason had insisted
on keeping it hidden in the tote bag (where it just barely fit) until
they were sure they were unobserved.

The book seemed to dominate the entire room. It had a presence that
prompted some of the Harbingers to avert their eyes occasionally, as if
staring at it too long engendered feelings of discomfort. But when they
did lay eyes upon it, it was with a curious -- sometimes even eager --
look, as if they were both wary and desirous of it at the same time.

"So now what?" Ned asked. "Whadda we do with it?"

"Keep it away from Melissa," Heather said immediately. "That's the
whole point behind getting it, right?"

"Yeah, but we were talkin' about mebbe findin' something in there ta
help ya against Melissa's stooge Brad."

"Yes, please," Diane said. "Jason, do you think you could find
something like that?"

"I honestly don't know," Jason said. "I glanced at the first few pages.
Each spell has some sort of incantation, but it's in no language I
recognize."

"Hey, yeah, that Jessica chick from the library said something weird
just before that other guy got all funny," Richie said.

Jason nodded. "The descriptions of the spells are in English, but circa
1700. It's a bit hard to read. Cassie, did Mrs. Radson say anything
else about the book?"

Cassie was staring at the book, unmoving.

"Cassie?"

She flinched and looked up. "Huh? Oh, sorry ... um ... what is it?"

"You okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. It's just ... something seemed familiar about the book,
and I was trying to figure out what. Now, what was your question?"

"Did Mrs. Radson say anything else about this book?"

"Only that we should be careful with it. There are other spells in
there that are just as powerful or dangerous as the Rite." Cassie
paused, her gaze dropping down to the book again. "May I look at it?"

Jason shrugged and nodded. Cassie leaned forward and pulled it into her
lap with a soft grunt, having underestimated its weight.

Melinda had been quiet ever since the book was placed on the table,
staring at it much like Cassie had. Her eyes betrayed far more
eagerness and far less fear than any of the others. She felt a twinge
of jealousy when Cassie got to look at it first, but she held her
tongue.

Cassie opened it to a random page. Cursive script rippled across the
parchment, stark inky black against pristine off-white. The words
seemed to jump off the page at her. It was a bit disconcerting, like
the writing itself was alive.

"This one seems to have something to do with desire," Cassie said as
her eyes scanned the text. "Or perhaps love. Instilling it in someone,
I think."

Ned smirked. "Heh, so we got ourselves a book o'love spells?"

Cassie opened to another random page. "This one is a spell of
persuasion. To make you appear more attractive to others." She flipped
to another. "This one allows someone to ... um ... oh my!"

Her cheeks glowed pink.

"What is it?" Melinda demanded.

"Uh ... it ... i-it makes everyone in the room very aroused ... I think
it implies that it's supposed to be for initiating an orgy."

Richie snickered.

Cassie quickly closed the book, her cheeks scarlet. "A-anyway ... I see
what Jason means. It is a bit hard to read, but not impossible. Mostly
it's just archaic words and the cursive script that's making a little
difficult."

"Then you can find any spell you want in there, right?" Melinda said.

"It's a huge book, Melinda. I'd have to read it from cover to cover to
learn where everything is. That's going to take awhile. I've already
forgotten where that love spell was ..."

The book abruptly flipped itself open in her lap.

Cassie shrieked and bolted to her feet. The book tumbled to the floor.
It fell with a heavy thud onto its spine, stood perfectly balanced for
a moment, then smartly fell open and was still.

Ned was immediately at Cassie's side. "You all right, babe?!"

Cassie swallowed and nodded. "Y-yes ... it just c-caught me by
surprise, that's all."

Jason had stood as well. The others watched him anxiously as he slowly
bent down and picked up the book, then turned it around in his hands
towards Cassie. "Is this the spell you were looking at?"

Cassie tentatively stepped towards the book. Her eyes widened. "Yes, it
is!"

Jason turned it around again and looked down. "Show me the orgy spell."

He had to grip the sides of the book firmly to prevent himself from
dropping it in shock when the pages turned of their own accord to the
spell. Cassie leaned over and nodded. "That's the one. Oh my goodness
...."

"Heh, well, that solves that, huh?" Ned said.

"Mrs. Radson said there was powerful magic in that book, Jason," Cassie
said. "But I never expected this!"

"So that's all we have to do?" Melinda said, her voice tinged with
excitement. "We just need to tell it what spell we want and it shows
us?"

"Wow, man, that's freaky," Richie said.

"Jason, have it show ya the Rite!" Ned called out.

Heather looked horrified. "What?! Why would we want to look at that?"

"I don't mean ta cast the stupid thing, jus' so we know we have the
real McCoy here. And I'm jus' plain curious."

"I'm not sure of this guys," Jason said, closing the book. "I don't
know if we should trust a book that can move on its own."

"Oh, come /on/, Jason!" Melinda cried angrily. "Stop being so paranoid!
God!"

Jason hesitated. "Um ..."

"Melinda, stop ..." Cassie began.

"No, Cassie, come on! Don't tell me to be quiet this time. Why the hell
did we go through all this if we're not going to use it? And no, I
don't mean the Rite. Nothing says we /have/ to cast any of the spells
in that thing. Just looking at them is not going to hurt, right?"

Jason bit his lip. Perhaps he was being too cautious after all. It
could be no more than it appeared, that the book simply assisted them
in searching its contents. "Well, I guess you have a point, Melinda, I
...."

The book was suddenly pulled out of his hands.

"If anyone is going to look at it, it will be me," Cassie said, though
her voice quavered. She was not feeling particularly brave. She simply
wanted to avoid an argument and prevent Melinda from influencing Jason.
She sat down, placed the book in her lap, and took a deep breath.
"Please show me the ..."

The book opened. Pages turned.

"Freaky," Ned murmured "Ya didn't even hafta say it. Did it give ya the
right one?"

Cassie peered at the text. She nodded slowly as her eyes scanned the
page. "Yes, this is it. It talks about channeling power from a node
like Mrs. Radson said." She paused a long moment, eyes flicking back
and forth as she read. "It's a bit complex. It needs more than one
person. One to cast it, four to channel the power. But the four have to
be prepared by ... b-by ..."

Cassie paled. She gasped, her eyes glazed in horror as she slammed the
book shut. "Oh God ..."

"What? /What??/" Melinda demanded.

Ned sat down next to Cassie and draped an arm around her shoulders.
"Hey, you okay?"

Cassie swallowed. "Y-you have to channel the power through others," she
said in a hollow voice. "You have to ... e-enslave four people first,
so they won't resist. And then r-remove their souls ..."

"Remove their /WHAT?!/" Diane cried.

"Holy shit," Richie muttered. He reached over. "Lemme see that ..."

"/No!/" Cassie turned in her seat to keep the book out of his reach.
"It's a horrid spell, and I don't want to ever look at it again!"

"Jesus, I just wanna see if ..."

"Look, everyone, calm down," Jason said, exasperated. "We don't need to
look at that spell, Richie. The idea was to keep this from Melissa,
that's all. No reason for us to read it."

"Yes, we have to keep this from her, Jason!" Cassie cried. "At all
costs! It didn't just say you needed any four people. You had to take
those that 'grievously wronged' you. If she's really that angry at
Heather and Diane ..."

Heather looked stricken. Diane appeared ready to panic.

"/It will be okay,/" Jason said firmly. "Melissa does not have the
book, we do. She doesn't know anything of how the Rite works, or she
would not be looking for the book in the first place. Please, don't
freak out on me, anyone."

"If that's what the Rite is like, I'm not sure I want to see what any
of the other spells are like," Cassie muttered.

"Cassie, don't say that!" Melinda piped. "We got the Rite because we
asked it to show us. We're not going to ask for spells that are going
to do horrible things to each other!"

Heather turned to her little sister. "Wait a minute, runt. What do you
mean /we're/ not going to ask? What spells do you think anyone is going
to be asking for?"

"I didn't mean it that way. I-I was talking about the spell to protect
you."

"Yeah, right. Tell me another one."

"What, you can read my mind now?"

"No, but you're blushing."

Melinda huffed indignantly, too flustered for a moment to reply. Her
cheeks were indeed faintly pink, and grew a deeper red now.

"Melinda does have a point, Cassie," Jason said mildly.

Cassie was sure Jason was saying that only because of Melinda, but she
did have to agree. "All right. I'm sorry I went a little crazy just
now. Melinda, exactly what kind of spell are you looking for?"

Melinda folded her arms. "Who said I was looking for one in the first
place?"

"Uh, Melinda? It's pretty obvious ya want somethin' from it," Ned said.
"Yer not 'xactly the most subtle person in this room."

"Fine! If you really must know, I wanted something for, um, Jason and
I. For when we, uh, you know, do it."

Richie raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What more do you two need? You
already do it like freakin' rabbits."

Melinda glared at him. "No, we don't. That's the problem."

"I get it," Heather said. "She wants something to prevent her from
getting preggers if Jason fucks her."

Both Cassie and Diane looked a bit taken aback at Heather's frank
language. Heather appeared momentarily nonplussed as well, but she
recovered quickly.

"So what if I do?" Melinda asked. "Is that so bad?"

"I don't know about that, Melinda ..." Cassie began.

"Cassie, just see if the book has one. Please?"

Cassie sighed and looked down. The thought had barely entered her head
when the book opened and pages flipped.

"Um ... it says 'Cast thou this magick upon yon maiden pure, and thou
shalt bed her, and have no spawn. Cast thou this magick upon the
soiled, and she shalt be wicked with thee, and yet no spawn shalt
commence.'"

Richie made a face. "Sounds like whoever wrote that swallowed a
freakin' Bible."

"I told you it was an archaic form," Jason said. "What was it you had
it give you, Cassie?"

"I wanted a spell to prevent conception," said Cassie. "So that's
pretty much what I thought."

"'Spawn' means children, right?" Melinda said. "So that's the spell I
want."

"I'm not sure I trust it," said Cassie. "I mean, I understand the
words, but the sentence structure has me concerned. It notes a
difference between a 'pure' and 'soiled' woman for instance."

"But the result is the same, so what difference does it make?"

"Melinda, you shouldn't trust your body to something like this until we
know how this magic works. We should try something less dangerous."

"Cassie, look for a defense spell of some sort, please," Diane
implored.

Cassie nodded. She ignored the indignant look Melinda shot at her as
she looked at the book. When it did not respond to her thought alone,
she spoke her request aloud. "Show me a spell that will defend against
mind control."

The book remained still.

"Maybe that was too broad, Cassie," Jason said. "Try something more
specific."

"Show me a spell that will shield against sexual thoughts from
another."

Again, the book did not move.

Cassie looked thoughtful for a moment. "Show me a spell that protects
against outside influence."

Once more, the book simply lay in her lap.

Cassie tried several more variations, plus some suggested by the
others. Nothing happened.

"Great. Just great," Diane said despondently.

"Hmm," Jason mused. He stepped forward and took the book from Cassie.
"Show me a spell to instill sexual arousal in another."

He knew speaking aloud was not necessary, for the pages flipped after
the second or third word was out of his mouth, but he wanted the others
to hear what he was asking of it.

"Show me a spell to remove sexual arousal."

Nothing happened.

"Show me a spell to block sexual arousal."

Again, nothing.

"Yeah, that figures," Heather muttered. "Plenty of spells to make a
girl's pussy wet but nothing to stop it."

Richie smirked. Some of the others looked a bit askance at her. Heather
was barely aware she had said it until she spotted Diane and Cassie
staring at her. Her cheeks pinked, but she shrugged in apparent
indifference.

Jason handed the book back to Cassie. "No, it means the spells are more
of an offensive nature rather than defensive. We'll have to figure out
something else."

"Look, why don't we try one of the simple spells," Melinda piped. "So
we can make sure that it's okay."

"We don't need to do any of them, not if we can't find something to
help Heather," Cassie said.

"Oh, sure, fine, it's okay to help her out but not me!"

"This isn't the same thing and you know it."

Melinda hesitated, looking embarrassed. "I know it isn't," she said in
a small voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. But if you did
find something to help her, you were going to use it anyway. So why not
this?"

Cassie was about to protest again but reconsidered. She still believed
it was dangerous to experiment, but she was finding it harder to voice
dissent. She looked at the spell again. It was starting to look
alluring to her as well.

With some difficulty, she lifted her gaze and looked helplessly at
Jason, though she knew he would likely be swayed by Melinda if the girl
complained loudly enough.

To her credit, however, Melinda managed to refrain from saying
anything, but Jason could only look indecisively at the two of them. He
was already torn between Melinda's desires and Cassie's common sense.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Richie grumbled. "Do some spell just so Melinda
will stop whining. How bad can it be?"

"You're so confident about it, how about we cast it on you?" Heather
said.

"Ha ha, real funny. Melinda is the one that wants this, do it to her."

Melinda blinked. "What??"

"Yes, I agree," Diane said. "She wants it so badly, try out a spell on
her."

"Look, the book was made to be used, right?" Ned called out. "Seems
kinda stupid to me to make it some sorta trap. Seems like a whole lotta
overkill."

"It's not that, Ned, it's ..." Cassie began, but the rest of her
protest died before it reached her mouth. She was suddenly struggling
with her own feelings on the matter.

"All right! Do it to me then!" Melinda exclaimed. "That spell Jason
found just now, the one that makes you horny ... Try that one. That
doesn't seem so bad."

"Unless you start playin' with yourself," Richie drawled.

"And you think I'll do that in front of you? In your dreams, Richie."

"All right, we'll try it," Jason said slowly as he was finally swayed.

Cassie looked down and reread the description of the spell: /Aflame
with desire be the loins of thy maiden til pleasure is commenced in the
center of her heat./

She realized the danger and looked up as if to say something to this
effect. She reconsidered at the last moment. "Who's going to recite it?
I don't feel comfortable doing this."

"Let Jason do it," Melinda said.

Jason nodded and took the book from Cassie. He scanned the incantation
several times, furrowing his brow. It read: /palthet'quixla thrilos
ron'indna./

Jason rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "This is not easy. It's not even
English, or any other language I'm familiar with. I'm not sure I'll
pronounce it right."

"Just try it, please."

Jason read it to himself several more times. "Okay ... um ...
/Panthetki/ ... no ... /Panthetquixla thrilos ronindna./"

No one spoke for the next few moments.

"I don't feel anything," Melinda said.

"Sounds like nonsense to me," Heather said.

Cassie and Richie exchanged a glance. Richie shook his head. "No, it
doesn't sound right to me either," Cassie said. She stood up and looked
at the spell. "Jessica was using similar syllables in Richie's vision
when she cast that spell at that gentleman, but the timing was
different. I think those accent marks between the letters might mean
you're supposed to pause. Try that."

Jason nodded. "/Panthet quixla thrilos ron indna/."

Melinda paused, then shook her head. "Nothing."

"I think that's closer, but still not quite right." Cassie said.
"Jessica put emphasis at odd places. Maybe you're supposed to pronounce
those syllables after the marks more forcefully."

"All right," Jason said. He turned to Melinda again. "/Panthet QUIXla
thrilos ron INDna/"

Melinda started to shake her head, but then hesitated. "Wait. I think
.... I ... ohh!"

"Did it work?" Jason asked.

Melinda shivered and squirmed. "Uhn ... y-yeah, I think it did ..." she
said in a strained voice.

"How bad is it?" Cassie asked anxiously.

Melinda shifted her legs. She could feel moisture already oozing in her
slit. "Let's just say I can feel it," she said in a quavering voice.
"It was there kind of suddenly. A little like when Heather does it to
me." She looked at her big sister suspiciously.

"It's not me, runt," Heather said. "I wasn't thinking about that at
all."

Diane remained silent. She squeezed her legs together and tried not to
look uncomfortable.

"Well, um, I guess that means it works," Jason said sheepishly, looking
vaguely embarrassed.

"Guaranteed ta break the ice at naughty parties," Ned said with a wry
grin. It faded when he saw Cassie's worried look.

"Oh, stop it," Melinda muttered. "But see, nothing bad happened. Uhnn
.... n-nothing at all."

Heather looked askance at her. "You sure you're okay?"

Melinda kept squirming. Her breath was short. When she moved in her
seat, her pussy squished. "Uhnn ... y-yeah, I'm fine."

Richie looked on with interest, a smarmy grin on his face.

"What the hell are you looking at?" Melinda demanded, though the
breathlessness in her voice robbed it of some of its impact.

"Whatchin' you get all hot an' horny, that's all."

"I am not ... I ... ohh ... oh God ... "

"I was afraid of that," said Cassie. "The description of the spell
suggested it wouldn't stop until, um, she did something about it."

"Now you tell me! Why ... uhhn! ... wh-why didn't you t-tell me
before?!"

Cassie looked stricken. "I'm sorry! I guess I didn't ..."

Melinda panted hard and gripped the edge of the seat cushion. Diane
swallowed and averted her eyes, her own breath quickening as Melinda
whimpered.

"Sh-she needs to take care of this," Cassie said, blushing.

"Melinda, go to one of the bedrooms upstairs," Heather said.

"Aww ..." Richie muttered.

"Uhhn ... I want Jason ... please, let him fuck me ..."

Jason swallowed, his cock stirring. He even took a half step towards
her.

Cassie leapt to her feet and pushed Jason back. "No! Melinda, please,
take care of this yourself."

Already mortified and gasping for breath, Melinda nodded and stood up,
though her legs were shaky. She moaned and nearly collapsed as she
tried to ascend the stairs. By the time she got to the top, the
movement of her thighs had driven her halfway to orgasm. She was
whimpering with the urge to thrust her hand under her panties and
masturbate in full view of the others.

Finally, she made it into one of the rooms along the upper hallway and
slammed the door shut behind her.

Jason took a moment to clear his head, though his cock remained hard.
"Um, okay ... So we know this stuff works."

Richie chortled. "Oh yeah, definitely."

"/Anyway/, we need to figure out a way to keep it safe." He closed the
book and set it back down on the table.

"Hey, uh, can I ask a question?" Ned said. "Are ya gonna try out that
other spell with Melinda? The one that's s'posed ta be like some sorta
birth control?"

"Why do /you/ want to know?" Heather asked with a small smirk.

"Uh, oh well, jus' outta curiosity, that's all. No reason really. Not
like I'm gonna use it ... uh ..."

Cassie blushed.

Ned glanced at her and cleared his throat. "Yeah, jus' academic
reasons."

"Uh-huh," Heather said. "Right."

"I don't know whether I'm going to try it or not," Jason said.

"You will, Jason," Heather said. "Melinda will want it and you'll do
what she wants."

"Well ... maybe she won't now that she's had a taste of what this stuff
can do."

"I doubt it."

"Then Cassie can keep the book. That way I won't even have it around to
...."

"No, you keep it," Cassie said quickly. "I think it's better it stays
in town. If my parents find it, they might think it valuable and will
want to sell it or something. Or put it on display."

Cassie thought it was far-fetched that her parents would find it, let
alone be interested in it. She was more concerned about her own
temptation.

Jason did not look enamored of possessing the spell book, despite what
Melinda might want from it. But he also did not feel comfortable making
a unilateral decision. "Everyone else okay with this?"

"No skin offa my nose," Ned said with a grin. "An' from me, that's
sayin' a lot."

"Fine by me," Heather said. "Though I expect Melinda to be really busy
tomorrow."

Diane just nodded, not trusting her voice. Her own pussy burned almost
as much as if the spell had been cast upon her. Watching Melinda become
horny had made her just as aroused as any magic could.

Jason nodded. "Richie?"

"Huh? What?"

"What do you think?"

Richie shrugged. "Don't matter. I'm not s'posed to be in this group,
remember?"

Jason sighed. "Humor me."

He shrugged again. "Might as well be you. Everyone trusts you the
most."

A door upstairs opened. A somewhat flustered Melinda descended the
stairs, her cheeks glowing pink as she noticed the eyes of the others
upon her. "What you all staring at?!" she demanded hotly.

"All better?" Heather asked with a wry grin.

Melinda's blushed deepened. "Yeah, it's okay now." She glared at
Richie. "And if you say so much as one word ...!"

"Hey, chill, willya?" Richie said. "It's cool."

Melinda stared at him for a moment longer before plopping into her seat
again.

Cassie looked relieved that Melinda was all right. But she was still
upset -- and a bit mystified -- over why she did not sound a warning to
Melinda beforehand.

Jason looked at his watch. "I think we better finish up. I have to get
back home early to help out around the house. Relatives coming over for
dinner tonight."

"Melinda, I want to talk to you for a minute," Heather said. "Alone."

Diane stood up with a nervous sigh and started after the others.

"Diane, wait, you can stay to hear this," said Heather. "I have time to
hang out with you today."

Diane was about to protest, since she did not believe she was in a
state to think clearly about anything, but Heather had already turned
to Melinda.

"What?" Melinda demanded.

Heather waited until the others had left the room. "You're going to
make Jason use that spell on you, aren't you?"

"What's it to you? And I'm not making him do anything."

"You remember what Cassie said. You're influencing him."

Melinda looked uncertain at first, then turned indignant. "Why is that
so bad? It's not like I'm making him do anything he didn't want to do
with me anyway."

"You better not be doing this just because you're jealous over Jason
fucking me."

"I'm not!" Melinda protested immediately. After a brief pause, her
expression softened. "All right, maybe I am jealous. Just a little.
Look, I know, you're not trying to steal him from me. I believe you.
But that doesn't mean I don't want to do it with him. It's been so
long, and you know how I feel about condoms. I thought you did, too."

"Yeah, but my head was too fucked up and my pussy was too wet for me to
think straight. Look, just be careful, okay? I /do/ care about you."

Melinda nodded. "I know. Thank you. But I promise we won't mess with
any of the other spells in the book. I don't want this to be the House
all over again."

Heather nodded. "Okay, we better get going."

"Heather, wait ..." Diane said in a strained voice, grabbing Heather's
arm.

"Melinda, we'll catch up," said Heather.

Melinda gave them a funny look, but whirled around and flounced out of
the room.

Diane took a deep breath. "Heather, I ..."

"I know what you're going to say, Diane," Heather said. "I'm a bit
pissed myself that there wasn't anything in that book to help protect
me from Melissa."

Diane looked uncomfortable. "Well ... that's part of what I was
thinking. I am worried about you, Heather. I think something has
already happened."

"What? I don't understand."

"Something's different about you. You're acting a little odd."

Heather made a face. "What are you talking about?"

"It's the way you've been talking, for one thing. And then ... the way
you kissed me yesterday ..."

Heather grinned. "I thought you liked it."

Diane's lips curled into a small smile. "Well, I did, but ..."

"Then don't worry about it. Let's go, I want to see if Cassie can drive
us over to the mall."

"I better not go."

"Huh? Why not?"

Diane bit her lip. "I'm feeling a little ... I-I'm a bit excited right
now ..."

Heather stared. "Not because of Melinda ..."

"Well, not completely. It started before that. With you."

"Me? I made you horny?"

Diane blushed furiously and nodded.

"But I wasn't even trying to."

"It was the way you were talking, Heather. That's what I mean. That
sort of thing turns me on. When you talk ... when you talk s-sexy ..."

Heather thought for a moment. "You mean like when I said about Brad
making my pussy too wet to think straight?"

Diane shivered. "Yes, l-like that."

"I didn't know that did anything to you."

"You didn't start openly talking like that til yesterday afternoon."

Heather looked puzzled. She had hardly noticed it herself.

Diane took a deep breath. "Heather, I hate to say this, but I don't
want you doing that unless you intend to follow up on it. It's
frustrating enough for me."

Heather never knew she could have that effect on Diane. Yet there was
something oddly alluring about it. It was like the rush she got when
she made Melinda horny. Now she had another one she could affect. The
more she thought about it, the more fun it seemed.

No, what was she thinking? She couldn't do that to Diane. That wouldn't
be fair, regardless of whether or not Diane was receptive to it.

It was clear that Diane was aroused. And willing. She had made that
abundantly clear in so many words. It wouldn't be taking advantage of
her at all. But she couldn't do that. That wouldn't be right.

"Diane, you're right," Heather said, though the words were slow to come
to her. "I've been unfair to you. I'm sorry. I'll try to stop."

Diane looked crestfallen. She was hoping for it to go the other way.
"Still thinking about your feelings for me?"

"What? Oh, yes, I am. So much is going on right now. I want to get this
thing with Brad straightened out first. I want my head to be mine
again."

Diane nodded, trying to hide her disappointment and failing.

Heather could tell that Diane was upset, but there was little more she
could do. "Come on, we better get going."



Melissa closed her eyes one last time and remained still, as if in a
meditative trance. She waited, but nothing more came to her after Jason
had put the book back down on the table. Once contact was lost, so were
her voyeuristic visions.

She sat up in bed, looking somewhat sullen. Things still moved too
slowly. Cassie had the spell right in front of her. Melissa had seen
what was required for the first part. She needed to completely enslave
four that had "grievously wronged" her. She already knew who those
would be. She had two of them already. Heather and Diane would be the
other two.

But that was all. It was clear some other preparation was required, and
she had not seen the final incantation. She had to know the whole spell
before she started.

She also needed a means of taking Heather and Diane. She would procure
another spell from the book for that. She was sure there would be a
total enslavement spell within its pages. She didn't have enough power
to take them herself while still holding Susan and Ann, /and/ keep her
influence over her mother, Susan's mother, and Brad.

Melissa had tried to influence Cassie into looking at the spell again,
but that had failed. The link allowed her only a tenuous connection to
the mind of the one holding the book. Cassie had been so horrified by
the spell that there was no overcoming that. She would have to find
someone else from among the Harbingers to help her get at the rest of
the spell.

Yet she had managed something. When their attention had turned towards
trying out the spell on Melinda, she had managed to suppress Cassie's
objections. It had been quite fascinating and amusing to watch the
spell work on Melinda.

But most of all, she was pleased to see that her "adjustment" of
Heather was taking hold. She didn't recall Heather using such explicit
language before.

And if all went well, Brad would have something very interesting for
Heather come Monday morning.



Richie came home to the sounds of pots and pans. He made a face and
headed towards the kitchen. As soon as he pushed open the door, the
thick aroma of tomato sauce wafted out.

Sandra stood at the stove. She turned her head and frowned. "About time
you got your ass home. Any later and you'd miss dinner."

Richie glanced at the clock on the microwave. "It's only four-thirty."

"I'm going out this evening, but I wanted to make you dinner before I
left."

Richie said nothing. He simply stared at her.

Sandra attended to her cooking for a few moments before glancing over
her shoulder. "What? No snide comments about what I'll be doing
tonight? Or who I'll be doing it with?"

"What's the point?"

Sandra paused, then nodded once. "About time you figured that out," she
said in a low voice that had lost some of its edge.

Richie had the impulse to tell her that he already knew how much of a
hopeless case she was. Even now, the sight of the Aura around her was
enough to make him forget how good the food smelled.

He bit back his retort. He recalled what he had witnessed in his room
and what Jason had told him. His eyes became uncertain.

Sandra turned around. "What?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you just standing there?"

"What, I can't stand in the kitchen anymore? You making some sorta
secret recipe or something?"

Sandra smirked. "That's almost funny." She turned back to the stove. In
a more contrite voice she said, "Look, Richie, I know you probably hate
me these days, but ..."

"Mom, you know someone named Frank Hovath?"

The spatula she was holding clattered to the pan. A tongue of flame
shot up where the grease from the sausage she was frying splashed over
the side. "You're a freakin' name dropper tonight, huh?" Sandra said in
a calm voice, though her hand trembled a bit as she picked up the
spatula. "Where did you get that name from?"

"From Ja ... uh ... nowhere," Richie said.

"Yeah, right."

"So who is he?"

Sandra paused to flip over each of the sausages and to check the heat
under the pot containing the sauce. "Stop playing fucking games with
me, Richie. You already know who he is."

"Just that he used to live here. And he was a
hypno-something-or-other."

"Hypnotherapist," Sandra said in a soft voice. "The one that I saw. The
one ..."

She stopped herself. Her pussy already felt warm just at the mention of
his name.

Richie remained mercifully silent, allowing Sandra to finish cooking
the sausages without interruption or distraction. At the same time, she
grew increasingly nervous under his scrutiny. By the time she had
tipped the sausages into the sauce and started heating water for pasta,
she glanced behind her and said sharply, "If you insist on hanging
around, do something useful. Set the damn table."

For once, Richie did not protest. So surprised was Sandra that she had
to turn around briefly just to convince herself he was actually doing
it.

When Richie had finished, he plopped himself into a seat, thinking
hard.

The silence was too much for Sandra. As much as she did not want to
talk about it, she had to know why Richie was so interested. But more
importantly, the Darkness wanted to know as well.

"So what brought this up?" Sandra asked, her tone insistent. "Why are
you so fucking obsessed with this?"

Richie ignored the question. "So he lived here, huh?"

"You already know that."

"Where'd he work?"

Sandra set the water on the fire and turned the flame low under the
sauce before facing Richie. She tried to keep her emotions under
control and remain dispassionate. "He worked out of the house. He used
the den as his office."

Richie puzzled over this for a moment. "Wait, is that why that room has
a door to the side alley?"

"Yeah. Never figured that out before now, genius?"

Richie glared at her, but didn't rise to the bait. The side door had
been a mystery to him since they had moved in. It led to the alleyway,
but the exit to the street had been blocked off with a chain-link
fence, so it was useless as a means of egress.

"So that's where you went all those times you were gone back in
Randall?"

"Yes, Richie, I went to see him," Sandra said, her voice growing
softer. She tried to maintain a hard stance, but it was becoming
difficult. The memory of Frank was sending waves of gentle warmth over
her body.

"Must've been some therapist, huh?"

"He was ... very good at what he did, Richie. He was exceptional. A
very wonderful doctor."

Her voice went from soft to sensual. Her pussy tingled, her thighs
longing to part for him again, as if he were more than just the memory.

"Couldn't've been that good," Richie muttered.

Sandra was unable to hold back. It was such a deeply programmed trigger
that it was as impossible to resist as the Darkness was at its
strongest. Hot moisture oozed in her slit. Her nipples rose to points.
"No, he was the best, Richie. He did so much for me. So very much."

"That why his wife bumped him off?"

Sandra uttered a tiny gasp, her eyes wide. She faltered for a moment at
the shock of his statement. She remembered the horror she had felt upon
hearing the news. Her husband had just declared his intention to
divorce her, and after this news she had nothing left.

Nothing, that is, except the job Frank had procured for her, one that
she would never be able to leave.

Sandra let out a rattling sigh and turned to check the water and stir
the sauce. Her pussy felt nicely warm and wet, which comforted her. "He
was a wonderful doctor," Sandra repeated in a sultry, whispery voice.

Richie's jaw tightened. He glared at Sandra's back. "Yeah, so fuckin'
wonderful that he ..."

He stopped himself, using all his willpower to bite back his retort.

"What, Richie?"

"Nothin'. Never mind Yeah, okay, whatever. He was freakin' better than
sliced bread."

There was silence for a long time. Sandra tended to dinner as if Richie
were not there. The fire in her loins slowly abated. She felt
embarrassed and guilty.

Richie glanced towards the other door from the kitchen that led into
the short hall. At the other end of that hall was the den. He couldn't
remember the last time he was there. It was hardly used anymore. Even
the door to the outside was blocked by an old, scratched-up desk. The
rest of it was used for storage of items they no longer cared about.

One of his hands slowly clenched. He wanted answers. He wanted to know.
Yet his heart raced in fear at the thought of finding out. If the room
would even tell him anything.

He had determined that this ability would show him only things that it
considered important. Otherwise every time he touched an object or sat
in a chair, he would be assaulted with jumbled memories of the past.

But that still left him with the question of how to trigger his
ability.

Sandra finished the pasta and combined everything in the pot with the
sauce. Richie didn't speak again until dinner was served and Sandra had
sat down before her plate.

"Doesn't look like much of an office now," Richie said.

"Well, of course not. You think I was gonna leave it like that?"

"That desk in there from his office?"

Sandra shook her head. "I got that from upstairs. I shoved it against
the door to stop someone from breaking into the house through there."

Richie nodded. "So, uh, what happened to the rest of it?"

Sandra looked askance at him. "Why the hell do you want to know that?"

Richie shrugged, trying to look casual. "Dunno, just curious."

"You were never curious about the house before now."

"So I gotta have a reason for everything?"

"You always do."

Richie sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, screw it. Shit, get a grip,
Mom."

Silence descended again.

"The basement," Sandra finally said softly without looking up from her
meal.

Richie paused to swallow a bite of his dinner. "Huh?"

"I moved the furniture from the office there. All but one item. The
couch was bought by someone."

"Oh. Okay."

Sandra looked up. "Why do you want to know?"

Richie shrugged.

Sandra continued to stare at him. He knew something he wasn't telling
her. The Darkness knew it. It wanted the information from him, but
Sandra had no way to get it from him.

Sandra shuddered, but Richie did not see it. Her pussy grew slick. Her
thighs quivered.

/Good girl ... tell him nothing important ... he'll trip up eventually
.... then you'll know .../

Sandra took another bite of her meal to stop herself from moaning
softly.



Richie clicked on the light from the top of the stairs.

The basement smelled musty. Cobwebs stretched across corners and floor
joists. He felt a chill as he descended through the cool and slightly
dank air. The furnace clicked and roared into life just as he hit the
last step, though it would do little to stop him from shivering.

He found what he was looking for in the back. An old filing cabinet sat
against one wall. A small desk stood on end in the corner. A leather
office chair with a torn cushion leaking stuffing groaned under the
weight of unrelated detritus above it.

He had known this was here, but not its origins. It was the only
furniture in the basement, so it had to be what he was looking for.

Richie cleared the junk atop the chair. The spring creaked as the
weight was relieved. The wheels squeaked as they turned.

He hauled it up the stairs, muttering and cursing at its bulk, and
wheeled it to the den.

He had not been in this room for a long time. It didn't look any
different. The same broken stereo sat gathering dust in one corner. A
boxed artificial Christmas tree sat in another. Several tattered boxes
lay stacked atop the desk shoved against the door. Next to it was a
small refrigerator, as thoroughly broken as the stereo. There was a box
of broken toys. Stacks of old books lay everywhere.

Richie barely had enough room to roll in the chair. But the moment he
did, images began to pop into his head. He saw his mother. He saw Frank
Hovath. He saw a black leather sofa. He saw the small desk from the
basement. And he saw ...

Richie stopped and bolted upright. He swallowed. He had seen his mother
again. Entirely too much of his mother.

He looked down at the chair. Did he really want to know?

He bit his lip and sat down in the chair, and the detritus of ten years
vanished.

Suddenly the room seemed twice as big as before. The door was
unfettered. Carpeting covered the floor. On his right, Frank sat at his
desk, in the very same chair that Richie did. Or rather, what the chair
was like ten years ago. The leather gleamed. It made barely a sound
when Frank shifted his weight.

On the left was the huge leather sofa. And standing in front of the
sofa was ...

"Mom!" Richie cried out. He blinked. "Mom?"

It was Sandra, but one that was ten years younger. Her body shape was
the same, but there was an energy to her that the present-day Sandra
did not exhibit. Although she was just standing there, fidgeting
anxiously and shifting her weight, Richie could see it.

She still had the same voluptuous figure, but this was tighter and more
sculptured. Her legs looked more graceful. Her breasts sat higher on
her chest, round and plump. But there was something else different
about her, and it took him a moment to understand what it was.

She had no Aura.

Richie wanted to say something to her, even though he knew that she
would not hear him. But before he could open his mouth, his mother
spoke. "Doctor aren't you any closer to fixing this? Please, tell me
you figured this out!"

Richie shivered. He had never heard his mother sound so scared.

Frank regarded Sandra with a patronizing look. "Now, now, Sandra, you
are far too excitable about this."

"I can't help it! This is driving me crazy!" She turned from him and
paced the length of his office. Her heels clacked against the floor.
Her legs trembled. "It's like it's gone too far the other way."

"I understand, Sandra, that is why I had you come back for more
treatments."

Sandra whirled around. "I don't think you understand! If I don't have
sex every day ... sometimes more than once a day ... it's like I'm wet
all the time. I want to do it /all the time./"

Frank smiled mildly. "I am sure your husband is happy."

"It's too much for him!" Sandra cried. "He can't keep up! And I need
more than he can give me. Doctor, I ... o-on the way over here, I had
to pull over twice. I frigged myself like crazy each time, and now I'm
just getting horny all over again! And ... a-and ... Mike ... I think
he knows. He knows what we've been doing together during these sessions
...."

"Sandra, I told you this before. You simply need some more treatments
in order to fine-tune your libido. And sex is the best way to do it."

"You've been doing that for several weeks now, dammit. And it's just
getting worse each time. You keep promising that you'll fix it, but
...." Sandra paused and uttered a lusty moan as she shivered. Her feet
slid apart. "Uhhn ... God I feel like I'm on /fire/ ..."

Richie's heart was pounding. His cock stirred, and he felt an immediate
surge of guilt over it.

"Then I believe we should proceed with today's treatment," Frank said
with a smile, gesturing towards the sofa as he stood.

Sandra looked at it in both longing and fear. She raised a shaking hand
to her cheek and moaned, "You did this to me ... you did something to
me ..."

"Of course I did. I let you enjoy sex again. Really enjoy it."

Sandra swallowed and shook her head. "You made me enjoy it too much!
It's like I'm addicted to it!"

Frank's smile turned shark-like. "Sit down, Sandra."

Sandra's legs trembled. She stepped over to the sofa and sank deeply
into the cushion. She swallowed and moaned, her whole body quivering.

"Now lie on your back."

Sandra started to pull her legs up, then stopped and bolted to her
feet. "No!"

Frank tilted his head.

"You /are/ doing something to me," Sandra said with a snarl. "You're
.... changing me ... you're making me into something I don't want to
be."

"So you don't like having sex with other men?"

Sandra shuddered. "S-stop it ..."

"It feels good, doesn't it? Just like getting a fix."

Sandra gave Frank a horrified look. "Oh my God ... you ... you meant to
do this all along! You ... /uhhnn!/"

Richie nearly jumped out of his chair. Frank had lifted his hands to
Sandra's tits and squeezed them through her top.

"You want your fix, don't you?" Frank said silkily. "You want to feel
good."

Sandra was panting hard, unable to speak. She leaned into his touch.
One of his hands dropped. He popped the button on her shorts and pulled
down the zipper. She moaned as her soaked panties appeared.

Richie clenched his teeth and his hands. His cock grew stiff, and he
hated himself for it.

"Yes, I've been addicting you to sex, Sandra," Frank said, teasing her
wet slit with a single finger. Sandra mewled and squirmed. "It's a very
effective means of control. Now you're fully open to it."

Sandra looked at him with lustful eyes, but fear shimmered in them as
well. "Wh-what ... I-I don't understand ... uhhn ... s-stop ... please
...."

Frank smiled as he pressed his finger deeper. "There's something much
bigger going on, my dear. And you need to play a very important part in
it. Now, lie down for me like a /good little girl/ ..."

Sandra shuddered again and moaned as her pussy throbbed weakly. She
turned towards the sofa.

"No, don't! Stop!" Richie shouted. "/DON'T DO IT!/"

Sandra stretched herself out on the couch. Her body sank into it, as if
it were about to swallow her up.

"Oh fuck," Richie said in a desperate voice as he saw tendrils of black
snaking around his mother's body.

"This is indeed your final treatment today, Sandra," said Frank.
"You'll need no more. After today, you'll belong to it."

Sandra writhed, waves of intense lust crashing over her and making
coherent thought impossible.

Frank smiled and knelt beside her. He slipped off her shoes and slid
her shorts down her legs. Sandra uttered only a single moan of protest,
but was otherwise helpless to stop him.

"Stop touching her," Richie muttered through clenched teeth. "Stop it,
you fucking bastard ..."

"That's it, my dear, be my good girl. You want to be a good little
girl, don't you?" Frank said as he removed her top.

"Uhhn ... y-yeah ... good girl ... I'm a good little girl ..." Sandra
cooed. The darkness around her swirled excitedly.

"It will feel wonderful." Frank unhooked her bra and removed it. Her
tits rolled and jiggled, the nipples taut and erect. "And you want to
feel wonderful."

He cupped a breast and squeezed it. Sandra cried out softly. Her legs
were restless, her feet trying to find purchase and push herself off
the sofa as one last vestige of resistance played itself out. It
stopped when he slid her panties off.

Richie pounded a fist against his thigh. He was both angry at what he
was seeing and sick over the fact that he was getting off on it. For a
moment, he could see no difference between this and when he made
Heather submit to him at the House.

In his moment of distraction, Richie had missed seeing Frank undress.
Now naked, he climbed atop Sandra. His own Aura joined with what rose
from around Sandra, cocooned her in its utter blackness.

His hips sank between her legs.

Sandra cried out, tossing her head back, moaning in both intense
pleasure and despair, the Darkness slithering around her and entering
her body along with his cock. She writhed madly, as if trying to
extricate herself from this unholy union. Her hands pushed at his chest
even as she panted in mounting pleasure.

Slowly, all resistance ended. Her protests faded as she succumbed to
the dark power that now enveloped her entire body. Her hands fell away
from his chest, then clutched at him with desperate need. She raised
her hips to his in time to his thrusts, encouraging him to go deeper
and harder into her.

"Uhhn ... yes ... " Sandra murmured. "I'm a g-good girl ... I'm your
slave ... I'll do what you want ..."

"/STOP IT! STOP IT!/" Richie bellowed. He leapt out of the chair and
ran towards them. "Get off her, you asshole! Get ...!"

Richie abruptly crashed to the floor as he tripped over a pile of
books, cracking one shoulder against the dead stereo. A cloud of dust
rose from the floor, sending him into a paroxysm of coughing.

He scrambled up, one foot striking the box of toys and upending it, an
arm nudging another precariously balanced on the desk. It fell and
struck the stereo. Glass shattered within, and several colored shards
tumbled out.

Richie ran a hand through his hair. He stared at the chair for a
moment, then gave it a furious kick. It reeled backwards, struck the
threshold, and tipped over backwards. The adjustment knob for the back
of the chair snapped off and rolled down the hall.

Richie vaulted over the chair. He righted it and shoved it inside, then
threw the knob in after it. He slammed the door and fled as fast as he
could.
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