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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: 20 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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/He has little heed for his own safety. Nothing matters but this. Get
it any way that he can. His makeshift scaffolding trembles under his
feet, but it does not deter him. When his fingers finally touch the
prize, he is oblivious to the danger. The heart lurches as he tumbles./

/A moment of dreadful silence. The book lies still on the floor. Its
baleful eye stares sightlessly. It waits patiently./

/He stirs and rises, bruised but not beaten. Now safely on the floor,
he stares at the book. The eye seems to beckon to him, as if it he
could give it sight again. The temptation is evident in his own eyes.
The book of power. The book of might. It has a presence that relegates
the thousands of books of human knowledge around it to nothing more
than meaningless scribbles on worthless paper./

/He turns from it with effort. He repairs the damage done in attaining
his goal. The eye waits./

/Finally, he turns to it. Now he takes it into his hands. The eye .../

/.../

/He sits at the table with his family. A meal is nearly concluded, and
he is impatient to leave. His father keeps his son under a hard and
calculating gaze. He resists and hides his anxiety. No secrets will be
revealed. No confidences will be broken./

/He leaves the table and is in his room. There is a presence. It is not
seen, but it is there. It is hidden, but it throbs with power. Yet it
is blind again./

/He is preoccupied. Its presence is palpable to him. He closes the door
and retrieves it. Power flows again. Sight returns .../



Cassie's eyes flickered open.

/I was dreaming about Jason,/ she thought after a moment.

She rose from bed, her bare feet padding silently against the plush
carpet. She sighed and shook her head. That was so typical of him, to
take a spill like that and not tell anyone. It looked like it had
really hurt. He was lucky he hadn't broken anything.

It was not unusual for her to dream about her friends. In fact, it
happened with a regularity that allowed her to know much more about her
peers than she felt she ought. For a long time she had not known that
these visions were real. Ever since she did, she felt some guilt over
this voyeurism, even though she had little control over it. Waking up
wet and wanting from a peek into someone's sex life was a common
occurrence.

It at least helped her understand why people had thought she was not
just dreamy but a little creepy as well. She would spout the things
that she had seen to anyone that would listen, not knowing that they
were real. Now she kept them to herself, though most others continued
to avoid her.

Cassie frowned. She had little to look forward to on a Sunday. Her
parents would drag her to social functions all morning and into the
afternoon. She resolved to call Ned soon as she had the chance and meet
with him later. After dealing with her parents and their stuffy
friends, she was going to need something a lot more down-to-earth to
compensate.

But as she showered and dressed, she realized that something was
bothering her far more than her social calendar.

Something about those dreams disturbed her. She often saw aspects of
people's lives that were best left unseen, but her visions of Jason had
been fairly innocuous. What was it that bothered her? The book? She had
her reservations about it, but her dreams would not seek to remind her
of something she already knew.

Or was it the eye ...

Cassie paused. Once again, she felt on the edge of discovery. But once
more, it seemed to slip away from her. Yet this time it left her with a
lingering sense of foreboding. It was like staring at a picture she
knew was slightly off, but unable to pick out the exact element that
skewed her perception.

She shook her head and hoped the day would go by quickly.



Melinda burst into her bedroom in a huff and tried to slam the door
behind her as hard as she could. She knew full well that Heather was on
her heels, and there was a loud thud as the door hit Heather's raised
palms instead.

"I said I was sorry, Melinda," Heather said as she stepped inside.

"Yeah, you're always sooo sorry after the fact!" Melinda retorted
shrilly. "Guess that's supposed to make it all better, huh?"

"I honestly don't know what came over me!"

Melinda whirled around, the bottom hem of her Sunday morning dress
twirling about her calves. "Heather, you made me get wet /while I was
sitting in church!/"

Heather sighed and sat down heavily on the edge of her bed. One corner
of her mouth twitched upwards. "It was kind of funny watching you
squirm like that."

Melinda fumed. "Yeah, you would've thought it fucking hilarious if I
started playing with myself next! You stupid bubblehead! I thought
maybe that spell from yesterday had come back. You scared the hell out
of me!"

Some of the amusement left Heather's face. "Well, I didn't mean for you
to think that. I guess I just wanted to have a little fun with you."

"I thought you stopped pulling shit like that on me."

"I did! I mean ... I'm trying to."

Melinda rolled her eyes. "You are so lucky that I managed to convince
Mom I wasn't feeling well so she didn't make me sit through her stupid
little tea party. I couldn't stand doing that in damp panties. But
you'd probably think it was funny to make me horny there, too, huh?"

A smile automatically came to Heather's face at the image it conjured
in her mind, but she killed it quickly. Not fast enough, however, to
escape Melinda's notice.

"You bitch! You /were/ going to do that!"

"Melinda, I'm not sure why I thought that was funny just now ..."

"Yeah, right!"

Heather actually did think it was funny. She just hadn't meant to admit
it. And she /had/ actually entertained the thought of playing such a
prank on Melinda. She cracked a smile again.

Melinda shot Heather a furious look. "Heather, go find something to do
somewhere else, okay?"

"What? You want me to leave?"

"Yes, Miss Bubblehead, I want you to leave. Sorry I used words that
were too long for you to understand."

"Why do you want me to leave?"

"Because I want to take off these clothes and I don't want you watching
me."

Heather made a face. "You're afraid of being naked in front of me now?"

"You have to ask me that after what you pulled earlier?"

"I said I was sorry. Now stop acting like a baby."

"Fuck you, Heather. Now get out."

Heather didn't move. She just looked at her little sister.

"You hard of hearing now, too?" Melinda retorted.

"I'm not leaving. Go do what you need to do."

Melinda clenched her hands into fists and glared at Heather. She
gritted her teeth and started to unbutton her blouse. "/Fine./"

Heather watched the buttons become undone, exposing more of Melinda's
lacy bra underneath. Her lips curled into a small smile. As the blouse
slipped off her sister's shoulders, the nipples became visible as two
small raised points on the cups of the bra.

Melinda dropped her blouse to the bed and shot two blazing eyes at
Heather. "Stop it!"

"Stop what, runt?"

"You're doing it to me again."

"I am? Maybe you just get off on getting naked in front of me."

"I do not! Only when you ... wh-when ..." Melinda trailed off and
swallowed.

"Keep going, Melinda," Heather said in a sultry voice. "Keep
stripping."

Melinda tried to protest, but it died in her throat. She undid her
skirt and let it drop to a crumpled heap around her feet. Her nipples
stood out prominently, and her panties clung to her wet slit.

"See? You like it when I watch you undress."

"Heather, stop it, please," Melinda begged. "This isn't funny."

"Strip, Melinda."

Melinda shuddered. Her hands trembled when she reached for her bra
straps. "You said you wouldn't do this to me."

Heather's smile faltered. "I said ... um ..."

Melinda slipped the straps from her shoulders and unhooked it in the
back. The cups fell away. She shivered as a new wave of heat came over
her, her arousal spiking.

Heather's eyes widened as if in some sudden or shocking insight. She
abruptly stood up and turned away.

Melinda was about to remove her panties when she stopped. The flames of
desire began to wane slowly, at least enough for her to resist obeying
Heather's last order.

"I'm sorry, Melinda," Heather said softly. "I got carried away."

Melinda glared at Heather's back, but it was robbed of some of its
intensity by her remaining arousal. "What the hell is with you,
Heather? You've been acting really weird since Friday."

"I know, Melinda. It's like I'm having trouble controlling my own
impulses."

Melinda peered intently at her sister. "You don't have it. Not when I
look at you directly."

Heather turned around. "What do you mean, not when you look directly? I
thought you weren't seeing anything at all on me anymore, not since
Friday afternoon."

"Well, it's weird. Sometimes it's like I think I see something out of
the corner of my eye. Then I look directly at you and it disappears."

"Are you sure about that, Melinda?"

"I know what you're going to do. You're going to say Melissa did
something to you and it's not your fault. Nice try, but I'm not buying
that!"

It took some willpower on Heather's part not to make Melinda so horny
that she could barely stand, let alone speak. She briefly conjured up
the image in her mind of Melinda crawling across the floor to Heather's
waiting pussy. She quelled it, but not before it sent a small tingle of
desire through her sex and made heat flare in Melinda's pussy.

"See, you're just doing it to me again!" Melinda piped.

"Why is getting horny so bad?" Heather retorted.

"Because I want to go see Jason today. Unless you're going to go back
on that promise too and take him from me!"

That made Heather finally take a mental step back from what she was
doing. "No, Melinda, I don't want him," she said firmly, enough to
overcome whatever other thoughts on the subject may be lurking in the
dark recesses of her mind. "All right, I'll go. I want to spend some
time with Diane anyway."

"Why don't you go screw around with her instead? She's got the hots for
you anyway."

Heather's skin flushed at the thought. Diane was practically throwing
herself at Heather's feet anyway. For a moment, she entertained the
metaphor as reality in her head. The heat on her skin spread to her
pussy.

/Stop it,/ she chided herself. /You can't just dominate her like that,
no matter how enjoyable it .../

"I'll see you later, Melinda," Heather said hastily before heading out
of the room.



Richie rushed out of the garage ahead of his mother.

"Hey ... Hey!"

Richie stopped in the hall and whirled around. "Yeah?"

Sandra paused to hit the garage door button. She stepped into the house
with the door still rumbling down. "Did you even hear me in the car
just now?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. You hafta go out. Fine."

"I'll be back for dinner, so you make sure your butt is here."

Richie shrugged. "Whatever." He started away.

Annoyed, Sandra jogged to catch up with Richie. "Yeah, don't thank me
all at once now."

Richie frowned. "Thank you for what?"

"For trying to be what you want me to be."

Richie stopped and stared at her, perplexed.

"You said you wished I was home to make dinner more," Sandra said
patiently. "Like a regular mother."

"Oh, that."

"Richie, I'm trying, okay? At least meet me halfway."

Richie bit off a retort. They came so easily to him. The pattern had
become so ingrained that it was difficult to stop.

But he was tired and not in the mood for conversation. All through the
night, he had been haunted by the images he had seen in the den. It had
been a restless night.

He wanted to be angry, but he needed to direct it at someone. Being
angry at a dead man wouldn't cut it. He could hate Frank Hovath easily,
but anger was more difficult. So his only choice was to be angry at
Sandra.

He had indulged himself in anger towards his mother for a long time.
But now was the first time that such a luxury was tainted with guilt.

"Yeah, okay," Richie said, somewhat less combatively. "I'll be there,
butt and all."

They headed silently into the house and up the stairs. Richie turned to
step into his room.

"Richie?"

Richie sighed dramatically and turned, but he managed to cut off
another gibe. Instead, he said nothing, a sullen look on his face.

"Are you heading over to Miss Davis' house today?"

Richie made a face. "Nah, prob'ly not. Why?"

"You didn't go see her yesterday, so I was curious."

"How d'you know I didn't go see her, huh? You were out part of the day.
Mebbe I went and fucked her a few times then."

Sandra looked taken aback, but recovered quickly, her lips curling into
a small smile. "Well ... as long as you're having fun, that's all that
matters."

But Richie's anger was boiling up again. He could not get the vision of
the past out of his head. "Is that really why you want me at dinner,
huh? So you can bug me about this?"

"No, Richie! I ... I-I want you to keep seeing her ..."

Richie snorted. "No, you don't. You're just saying that cuz you hafta
say it."

Sandra's eyes widened. She hesitated, as if struggling for words.
Richie's eyes narrowed and flicked over her body. Did the Aura around
her seem agitated? He couldn't see the patterns that Jason could, but
it did seem as if it was swirling faster around her.

"Maybe I'm gettin' tired of her," Richie said. "Time to move on,
y'know? Find someone new. Another girl to fuck. Gettin' bored doin' the
same one over and over. Yeah, but you prob'ly don't know about that,
huh?"

"I told you, I am not going to discuss my personal life with you!"
Sandra declared. "Stop bringing it up!"

"Yeah, fine, whatever. Just go and get your fix."

Richie turned way. He took no more than a single step into the room
before Sandra grabbed his arm and spun him around. Richie jerked his
arm violently from her grasp and jumped back. He looked at his mother
with both fury and fear.

"What the fuck did you mean by that?" Sandra demanded.

Richie's mouth worked but nothing came out.

"/Answer me!/"

Richie's mind worked furiously. He understood now that he could not let
his mother know about his ability. She might try to stop him from
learning the truth. Finally, he shrugged. "It just seems like you screw
so much it's like you're fuckin' addicted to it or something."

Richie tried to say it as casually as possible, but he was never very
good at concealing his feelings. There was still an anxious edge to his
voice, and his eyes betrayed worry.

Sandra paused a long moment, then frowned at him. "Shut up. Stop trying
to analyze everything I do. I like sex, Richie. Get over it."

Richie's mind filled with a hundred different retorts. Instead, he
clenched his teeth and nodded curtly. He headed into his bedroom and
closed the door behind him.

Richie had the urge to throw or kick something, but he checked that
impulse as well. He let it out just enough to punch the mattress as he
threw himself onto the bed, not even bothering to change out of his
Sunday clothes.

His own thoughts seemed as pitiless as the visions of Sarah and Frank
had been. Why did his mother stay in Haven after Frank died? Why
couldn't she have gone back to Randall? Even with the addiction, she
could have dealt with it there. She wouldn't have forced his father to
leave her. She wouldn't have dragged Richie to this godforsaken place.

And he would have had a real family again.

/I could find out./

Richie realized he could go back to the den and replay the scene. He
could reach out to his mother and sense her thoughts. He could know
what she was thinking the moment she ...

Richie shivered as if hit with a blast of wintry air. And would he hear
the Darkness as well? Would he hear what it was saying to his mother
the moment it invaded and took control of her? Or would he hear his
mother welcoming it, even inviting it into her, giving in to its
seductive promises of pleasure in exchange for obedience?

He turned over and smacked the mattress with his fist again. He didn't
know what to do next. All he had was his anger, and it was becoming
clear that this would not serve him for much longer.



Jason wheeled his bicycle through the gate in the back of the
Harbingers' meeting place. Melinda held the gate open for him with one
hand while the other carried the tote that contained the book. Melinda
was obviously excited, her disposition a lot sunnier now than it had
been earlier. She was not even complaining about the biting chill to
the air that morning.

Jason was anxious. He originally had every intention of telling Melinda
that this may not be a good idea after all. It took Melinda only a
minute of pleading and whispering naughty things in his ear to convince
him otherwise.

He wheeled his bike across the frost-covered grass. The sky was a thin
gauze of white, a ghost of a sun occasionally shining dimly through.
Leaves crunched underfoot.

"I've wanted to do this for such a long time, Jason," Melinda piped as
she let the gate swing closed behind them. "You think you can say the
spell okay without Cassie here to help?"

"I think so. I know what the inflections are supposed to be now."

"Good. I am /so/ looking forward to this!"

Jason leaned his bike against the back porch before they went inside.
Melinda impatiently shed her gloves and coat. Jason had barely finished
doing the same when Melinda grabbed the tote in one hand and Jason's
hand in the other. She practically dragged him out of the room and up
the stairs.

As soon as they were in the bedroom, Melinda dropped the book and threw
her arms around Jason. She gave him a kiss and giggled excitedly.
"Think we should get undressed first before you try the spell?"

"Um ... I-I don't think it really matters ..."

Melinda grinned and wriggled her hips against him. A small, husky sigh
escaped Jason's lips, and he grew hard against her body. "I just don't
want to take any chances of the spell wearing off before we're done,
Jason. So let's take off our clothes first."

Jason hesitated a moment, then nodded.

They parted and began to strip. Melinda moved a little faster, smiling
as more of Jason's body was revealed. It faltered when she gasped at
the purplish bruise on one arm and calf. "Jason, does that hurt at
all?" she asked anxiously, still standing in her bra and panties.

"Huh?" Jason said absently as he stepped out of his jeans. His cock
tented the fabric of his briefs. "Oh, um, not really. Just looks
nasty."

"Good." She pulled off her bra and panties. Her pussy already
glistened. She grinned and stepped up to Jason as soon as his briefs
were off. She grasped his cock with her hand. "I would've been really
upset if you had hurt /this/."

Jason drew in his breath and let it go as a soft moan as her fingers
stroked him lightly. "N-no, that's just fine ... uhn ... y-you're going
to distract me from doing the spell."

Melinda giggled and stepped back. "Okay, do the spell then."

Jason nodded and picked up the book. He sat on the bed and placed it in
his lap.

For a very brief moment, he thought about the Rite of Power. He was not
sure why that happened to pop into his head. He supposed it was because
that was really what this book represented to him. He had not really
cared about anything else that was in it.

He pushed this thought aside. Now was not the time to be concerned with
the Rite. He instead focused his thoughts on what Melinda wanted of
him. Seconds later, the book flipped open, and pages turned. Jason
peered and struggled to read the description text, at least enough to
confirm that it was the same one Cassie had found.

"I wish I was sure what the spell meant by 'soiled,'" Jason murmured.

"Does it matter?"

"Well, it might. Sometimes 'soiled' in the time when this was written
meant a woman that has had sex before."

"So? It still prevents me from getting pregnant, right?"

"I think so."

"Then do it."

Jason nodded and read the incantation to himself a few times. Satisfied
he had it right, he looked up and read it out loud. "/Vistlath'stezra
harlroth ilwit'stezra yirlos ron'indna!/"

Melinda felt a wave of intense heat over her body. It was so sudden
that her legs grew weak. She gasped softly and staggered.

Jason looked at her in alarm and set the book aside. "Melinda, are you
all right?"

"J-Jason, was that the right spell?" she asked in a shaky voice.

"Yes, it was the same one Cassie found."

"I-It feels more like the one from ... uhhhn ... oh God ..."

Jason shot to his feet, a panicked look on his face. "Melinda, I'm
sorry! Maybe I did it wrong. May ... /mmph?!/"

Melinda drew Jason into a kiss. She panted heavily into it, mashing her
lips to his with a hunger that bordered on frantic. Her mouth opened,
and she plunged her tongue past his. She felt his erection press
against her and shuddered hard enough for Jason to feel it.

Melinda broke off the kiss, breathing hard, her eyes dark with a lust
so intense it made Jason speechless.

"Fuck me," Melinda moaned. "Fuck me hard ... Please ... Please, Jason
.... make me scream ... pound your cock into me ..."

Jason stared at her in shock. He knew what had gone wrong. The wording
of the spell /had/ mattered. It had done just more than give Melinda
protection against pregnancy.

Melinda didn't wait for him to react. Moaning and trembling with
intense need, she pushed him back towards the bed. The back of Jason's
calves hit the edge, and with Melinda pushing him, he could not
recover. He fell into a seated position at the foot of the bed.

"Melinda, wait, you ..." Jason began, until Melinda sat in his lap and
kissed him again. She sent him falling backwards, a grunt escaping him
as his back hit the mattress. He tried to draw his legs onto the bed
and push himself further up, but Melinda was already shoving her hips
against him, her breathing heavy as she sought his cock.

Jason only barely managed to nudge the two of them far enough so his
feet did not have to rest uncomfortably off the bed before his cock
slid into something tight and wet.

Melinda moaned as she pushed herself down and buried him inside her.
She wriggled her hips tightly against his body. Jason had never gone
this deeply into her. "That feels sooo good ... " Melinda cooed in a
breathless, husky voice. "I love your cock inside me, Jason ... I love
it when you fuck me ..."

Melinda's hips rose and fell. Jason groaned as her pussy seemed to
clench around his member, even more so than he remembered it. Each time
he penetrated her again with each downward thrust of her hips, it
elicited another moan or gasp from him.

"Oh wow, Melinda ..." Jason groaned.

"More ..." Melinda breathed, panting hard. Her eyes closed, and her
hips humped faster. "More ... uhhn ... yeah ... "

In the back of his mind, Jason knew that Melinda had been enchanted by
the spell. She was not acting normal. But he couldn't bring himself to
stop her. She wanted this, and thus he wanted it as well.

And the part of him that was a perfectly normal male teenage boy did
not want her to stop, either.

"More ... oh God more ..." Melinda whimpered.

Melinda slammed her hips against him in a mad frenzy, until her body
was slapping against his loud enough to be heard through the door. She
gasped for air between constant moans of mounting delight, her pleasure
soaring as her pussy ached and strained.

Jason was rising with her, panting almost as hard. His hands held her
hips, helping her keep to a steady rhythm despite her frantic need.

"Oh yeah!" Melinda cried. "Oh yeah! ... ohmigod ... more ... please,
more! ... uhhn! ... uhhh! ... oh God!! ... /AHHH!!/"

Melinda's pussy exploded, throbbing so hard that she nearly screamed.
Her cunt convulsed around Jason's cock, triggering Jason's climax
seconds later.

Melinda squealed with delight as he throbbed inside her. Her orgasm
didn't abate until his faded, and even then it lingered, diminishing
slowly, until it left her panting for breath.

Jason fell limp, feeling totally spent. His chest rose and fell against
Melinda's soft breasts. Melinda was still humping him slowly, until his
erection finally had flagged enough that it couldn't sustain it. She
reluctantly let him slip from her.

Jason was about to say something when Melinda swiftly descended upon
him in another sensual, passionate kiss.

"M-Melinda, that was ..." Jason began when she broke off.

"Again," Melinda moaned. She shivered with desire, her pussy still hot
and wet. "Fuck me again ... please ..."

Jason stared, his eyes wide. "What?? But ... b-but I can't ..."

She squirmed against him, gyrating her hips, crushing her tits to his
chest. "I'll help you get hard again," she said in a sultry whisper.
"Then you can stick it in my cunt. You can fuck me again. Nice and
hard."

A stunned Jason could only stare before she kissed him again.



Melissa felt like she could enjoy Sundays again.

The whole church nonsense was gone, for one. No more listening to
meaningless platitudes spewed by a stranger with no knowledge of
Melissa's troubles. If that were not enough, her mother had insisted on
regurgitating them on the walk home. Then she was forced to sit with
the family through lunch in her Sunday finest.

But she kept the lunch, if not the formal dress. She liked having the
family together. It let her experiment.

"I finished the weekend chores yesterday, dear," said James. He was a
rather unassuming man, a bit lean, his hair thinning on top. He looked
with some uncertainty at his wife. "I was planning on watching the
game, if that's okay."

Melissa smiled as she turned her gaze to her mother. Kathy squirmed in
her seat. Her body was clad in a bikini of the most shocking pink color
Melissa could find. A very soft, rhythmic squishing sound issued from
somewhere under the table. Kathy's hips rocked in time with it. "Uhhn
.... y-yes, dear ... that's fine ..." she moaned.

James smiled, looking relieved. Kathy always had a problem with
watching sports on "The Lord's Day." He was glad she had loosened up
about that as well. "So what will you be up to today?"

Kathy panted as the dildo in her pussy thrust back and forth under
Melissa's power. "S-spending time with Melissa."

"Oh, what will you be doing?"

Kathy swallowed, and her cheeks burned as she tried to resist the words
that were bubbling to her mouth. "Learning how to be a horny slut."

"Well, I hope you two have fun." James rose. "I better get going,
kickoff is in ten minutes."

Melissa almost laughed. As James displayed his complete ignorance of
Kathy's appearance and speech, she witnessed Melinda turn into a horny
slut herself over the link. It was a mercy that Jason had put the book
aside. Melissa was sure she could not have contained her mirth a moment
longer.

It was, however, tempered by the fact that she had failed to gain the
Rite once more. But the Harbingers were curious enough about the book
that eventually someone was going to pick it up again.

Laura Bendon had made it all clear to her the evening before, when
Melissa had called her for some advice on how to hasten matters.

"Power is something everyone wants, Miss Hendell, remember that," Laura
Bendon had told her. "The Harbingers may think they are so noble and
pure, but they can be affected by its allure as well. Or at least make
them curious. You will get your chance. Don't push too hard."

So Melissa had been gentle with Jason. He had been easier to influence
than Cassie, but he was too focused on his task for it to be effective.

She turned to her mother. "Isn't this so much better than going to a
stuffy old church?"

Kathy whimpered as the dildo pumped into her faster, the outward end
bulging against the crotch of her bikini. She suddenly jerked in her
seat as she felt something tweak her nipples. She felt it again, and
again, each time tugging a bit harder, until her nipples ached and
tingled. Then they felt like they were being rolled firmly between two
invisible fingers. Soon they throbbed gently, sending more forbidden
pleasure through her already ravaged body.

"Melissa, please stop," Kathy begged, raising two teary eyes to her
daughter. "Please, no more ..."

Melissa's good mood evaporated. "Will you stop begging?! What is the
matter with you? You still think this is so evil?"

Kathy's reply became a strident moan. She spread her thighs apart,
whimpering pitifully as her pleasure rose sharply. She threw her head
back and cried out softly as her pussy throbbed.

The dildo stopped, and Kathy's orgasm faded. Melissa sighed as Kathy
slumped in her chair. Melissa slipped into her mother's mind. She made
Kathy slide the dildo out of her pussy and work it with her mouth as if
sucking a guy's cock.

Melissa was getting tired of this. She wanted her mother to submit and
be done with it. She didn't need the distraction when the time came for
the Rite. After that, it would no longer matter.

She glanced at her mother again. Melissa's eyes betrayed a moment of
sympathy and perhaps pity as well. It was as if she really didn't want
to keep doing this to her mother. She just wanted Kathy out of the way,
that was all. She wanted the woman to succumb of her own choice.

Melissa was beyond the need to punish Kathy any longer. She wanted to
move on.

/You're being too sentimental./

She flinched and clutched at her pendant.

/She's an obstacle. Treat her as such./

Melissa's eyes narrowed. Kathy shuddered as her trembling free hand
slipped between her legs and started stroking her slit. She squirmed
violently in resistance until she succumbed to the new waves of
pleasure from her pussy.

Melissa sighed and let go of the pendant. "Just be glad I let you fuck
Dad," she muttered.



"This is bad, Diane," Heather said. "Even Melinda is saying I've
changed."

Diane was almost finished with her latte, but Heather had barely made
it halfway through hers. They sat in a far corner of the food court at
the mall, the cold having chased them inside from their usual outdoor
haunts.

"But she still didn't see any Aura around you?" Diane asked anxiously.

"She thought she saw something, but when she was looking right at me
she couldn't see it. So I don't get it. If Melissa did screw with my
head, why isn't it showing?"

"I wish I understood more about these Auras. If only I could see them
myself, I wouldn't feel so frustrated in trying to help you."

Heather leaned back in her seat. She picked up her container and took a
sip, making a face when she found it was tepid. She sighed and pushed
it aside. "I appreciate it, Diane."

"So what happened?"

Heather recounted what she had done to Melinda that morning. "I was
treating her like a little sex toy almost. Another minute and I might
have had her on her hands and knees licking my pussy."

Diane nodded quickly. "Um, so ... so that's not what you wanted to do?"

Heather was silent for a long moment. "Diane, I need you to keep this a
secret, okay? Please, don't tell anyone."

"Sure thing. What's up?"

"Well ... Melinda still acts like such a brat sometimes. She's better
about it than she used to be, but ... but when she gets that way, I
just want to slap her down. And ever since she agreed to this
arrangement, I'm tempted to use it to keep her in line. I keep thinking
if she has to focus more on her cunt than anything else, she'll act a
little more civil."

Diane's eyes widened. "You'd actually do that to her?"

"I know, it sounds terrible."

Diane paused a long moment, then broke into a weak smile. "Actually ...
it's kind of funny."

Heather slowly returned the smile. "That's what I thought, too. You
should have seen her face earlier in church. It was priceless! She ...
wait ... I'm doing it again. I shouldn't be thinking about it like
this."

"This is more like you used to be. Before the House, I mean."

"But I've been trying to change that."

"I know. But that must take a lot of effort."

Heather rolled her eyes. "You don't know the half of it. I have to
check myself all the time. I hate having to do that. I had it good for
so long when I was on top. I sort of miss that."

"You always had a dominating personality, Heather," Diane said. She
tried to make it sound casual despite the heat in her sex.

Heather looked at Diane intently. "You really think so?"

Diane blushed slightly at the attention. She shifted in her seat. "Um
.... yeah, I do ... It's sort of what I really liked about you."

"Don't tell me you find that attractive."

Diane nodded.

One corner of Heather's mouth turned upwards. "Really? Is that what
gets you wet?"

Diane's blush deepened. "Yes," she said in a small voice. "You're sort
of doing it to me now."

"Are you serious? You're getting horny now?"

Diane squirmed. "Y-yes."

"Wow. I didn't know I could do that to you."

"Heather, I think I understand what's going on now," Diane said, trying
to ignore her aching pussy. "It's like your inhibitions have been
lowered. You're doing stuff you thought of but you'd stop yourself from
doing."

Heather was struck speechless by this revelation, and she averted her
eyes from Diane for a moment.

Did that mean this was what she was really like? Someone who naturally
wanted to dominate those around her? Is that the real reason why Nyssa
was able to so easily bring out her fantasy and make her enslave
Melinda? She had convinced herself that she had never truly wanted to
enslave her sister. She had passed on the power when it had been
offered by Mara before that. What had changed?

She looked at Diane again. The thought that she could arouse Diane so
easily made her feel good, just like dominating Melinda earlier had.

"I must be a terrible person then," Heather said in a neutral voice,
though her eyes betrayed her troubled feelings.

"Heather, don't say that. It's not true."

"Oh yeah? Then how about this, Diane? What if I had this power over you
that I do over Melinda? What if I could make you lick my pussy anytime
I wanted? Or make you frig yourself for me?"

Diane spread her legs apart under the table, and her thighs quivered.
Her pussy felt damp when she shifted in her seat again. "What if I
wanted you to do that?" she said softly.

Heather blinked. "What?"

Diane blushed furiously. "Haven't you already figured it out? I'm
submissive. I've always been that way. Heather, I've had two dates with
boys in my life. Each time ... I let him fuck me."

Heather looked shocked. "You have?? When? Who?"

"Never mind that, okay? I was just glad I had enough sense to make him
wear a condom. Besides convincing me that I wasn't really into boys, it
made me understand what I'm like. That's why I latched on to you.
You're ... you're a submissive's dream."

"Were you always like this?"

"Well, I was before Nyssa came, if that's what you mean. I think she
may have magnified it. I mean, I know she didn't really take me, but
just her being in Haven seemed to affect people ... I think Nyssa knew
my secret. She knew about my feelings for you. She must have known
about this, too. Maybe she did do something to me."

But the truth was that Diane was not exactly sure. The others had
insisted that Nyssa had done nothing more than trance her so she could
not interfere. All she remembered was having one of the most exquisite
and intense orgasms she ever had in her life, and then falling into a
dark, icy abyss.

Heather stared. "I don't know what to say."

"I don't expect you to say anything," Diane said with a small sigh. "I
just wanted to clear the air."

"But now I can get you horny anytime I want, since I know what buttons
to push."

Diane nodded without saying a word.

"That's way too tempting, especially when I've been so oversexed
lately. God, just knowing I can do this to you gets me excited. It's
the same with Melinda."

"You're not really making me do anything, Heather. You're not
controlling me. Not really."

There was a forlorn tone to Diane's voice.

Heather thought for a moment, then said cautiously, "Diane, you
wouldn't want me to use any of those spells from the book on you, would
you?"

Diane shivered. "I wouldn't stop you if you tried, let's put it that
way."

"Jesus, you want me to make you a slave or something?"

"Well, no, not completely. I know some submissives are into that sort
of thing. I wouldn't mind experimenting with certain things, but ... um
.... is this making any sense to you?"

"What's making sense is that you're giving me too much power over you.
This is crazy, Diane."

"All I know is that I want to be intimate with you, and it's driving me
nuts being held off for so long."

"But didn't you want to know if I had the same feelings as ...?"

"I'm attracted to you on several levels, Heather. We can work out the
others later."

Heather saw the look of desire in Diane's eyes. There was also a hint
of desperation to the way they shimmered. A very slow smile spread
across Heather's face. "You really get wet at the idea of licking my
pussy?"

Diane let out a lusty sigh. "Yes."

"You know that I squirt when I cum, right?"

Diane nodded. "It's a real turn-on for me."

"Doesn't look like you need to be turned on any more than you are."

Diane bit her lip. Her pussy ached badly. "Heather, please ... don't
tease me like this unless you ..."

Heather stood up and took her hand. "Let's go."

Diane stood. Her legs were shaky. "Where?"

"To the Harbinger meeting house. We'll use it."

"But wait, Jason and Melinda are using it."

"So what? They don't own it. A place like that has to have more than
one bedroom. C'mon."

Diane smiled weakly and followed eagerly.



"Uhnn! ... oh, yeah ... harder, Jason! ... Fuck me harder! ..."

Jason panted wildly, his hips rocking between Melinda's spread legs.
Melinda clung to him tightly, moaning in desperate need. Her pussy was
so wet that her inner thighs were damp. "I'm going ... as fast ... as I
can ..." he gasped.

"More ... oh God more ..." Melinda moaned. She stretched her thighs
apart even further until the muscles drew taut.

Jason's cock ached. He had never done it a second time in quick
succession like this ever since the House, and that had been under the
influence of a power that had forced a response from him.

He tried to shift his body forward. When he plunged into her again, he
sank into her deeper than before, his shaft catching more of her clit
as it slid past. Melinda uttered a shrill cry.

Jason was starting to perspire. He pushed himself as hard as he could
until their bodies slapped together hard with each of his thrusts.

"Oh yeah! ... oh Jason! ... Don't stop! ... Fuck me! ... Uhhn, no wait,
you're slowing ..."

"Melinda ... I thought I heard something ..." Jason groaned as he
turned his head.

"No, please, don't stop! ... Please fuck me! ... Please! ..."

Jason was sure he had heard someone in the hall. He stared at the door,
as if expecting someone to burst in and demand to know what they were
doing.

Melinda whimpered pitifully. "Please, Jason ..."

Jason forced himself to turn his eyes from the door. He gritted his
teeth as he pumped into her so fast that her breasts rolled up and down
her chest.

"Oh yeah! ... Ohmigod! ... Ohhh! ..."

Jason was soaring. He couldn't stop now even if he wanted to. He felt
Melinda tense. It was going to be another synchronized orgasm. Some
part of his intellect that was still engaged through the haze of lust
realized he had been right about that particular lingering effect.

Melinda squealed, her back arching as her pussy strained. She let go
with a loud cry, her cunt pulsing so hard that she could barely
distinguish it from Jason's throbbing when he came just seconds later.

The two of them moaned and writhed. Melinda clutched at him, forcing
him to remain buried inside her even as his orgasm faced. She shoved
her mound against him, as if wanting more.

"I-I'm spent, Melinda," Jason panted, trying gently to extricate him
from their union. He finally pulled away and collapsed onto his back,
breathing heavily. "Oh man ... wow ..."

Melinda panted as well. She whimpered and quivered. After a few
moments, she rolled atop him, draped an arm around his chest, and
hugged him tightly.

"I-I need more ..." she whispered into his ear.

"Oh Jesus, Melinda ... I can't ..."

"I-It's not as bad as before ... but I need something ... please,
finger me, or lick me, but I need more ..."

"The spell did this to you, Melinda. It must have been that wording
that ..."

"I know! But I still need it. Please, Jason? Please?"

Jason swallowed and nodded. "Just let me catch my breath first."

Melinda squirmed. Her pussy grew hot again. "Please, don't take too
long ..."



"Holy shit, did you hear them going at it?" Heather said as she closed
the door behind them.

Diane looked over the room. They had opted for what must have been the
master bedroom. It was a suite in and of itself. One part was dominated
by the huge king-sized canopied bed surrounded by plush carpet. On the
opposite side of the room was a tiled area with a large, sunken
Jacuzzi.

She turned her head. "You can still hear them," she said, bemused.

Heather stepped up to Diane and gave her a sultry grin. "Maybe we
should try to be louder than them."

Diane blushed, but her body shivered in obvious delight.

"So how wet are you now, Diane?"

"Getting there fast now that we're finally alone," Diane replied in a
husky voice.

"Still want to lick my pussy?"

Diane let her breath go as a ragged sigh. "Y-yes ..."

"Still want me to cum all over your face?"

Diane whimpered softly and clenched her thighs. Moisture squished in
her slit. She nodded, unable to trust her voice.

"Wow, I guess you're right about my inhibitions. I don't think I'd ever
say stuff like that so easily before this. Diane, you ever lick pussy
before?"

"Yes," she croaked, then cleared her throat and tried again. "Yes. Back
in the early part of the summer when I went on that camping trip with
my parents. A girl from another family my Mom knew came with us. They
put us in the same tent. She dared me to do it." She smiled faintly. "I
don't think she was expecting me to follow through on it."

Heather nodded. "Diane, take your clothes off."

Diane's blush deepened, but she nodded and complied.

Heather drew back and watched as Diane stripped. Her own pussy was
already tingling madly, but now it became truly damp and aching as more
of Diane's lanky body was exposed.

It was a bit of an epiphany for her. Until then she was not sure she
was truly bisexual. Melinda might have been just a one-off thing. But
seeing Diane strip was making her horny.

Diane's body was slim but a bit more shapely than was obvious from her
clothing. Her breasts were perfectly round and petite, but a bit larger
than Melinda's. Her hips did not flare out quite as much, but her legs
were long and graceful.

Heather's eyebrows rose as Diane slid her panties down her legs. "You
shave?"

Diane nodded as she stepped out of her panties and kicked them aside.
"It makes, um, doing myself easier. I've sort of had to do that a lot
recently."

Heather stepped up to her lover and smiled. She reached between Diane's
legs. "Really?"

"Uhhn! ... oh God ... " Diane cried, clutching at Heather's arm and
closing her eyes. She spread her feet apart and panted softly as
Heather's fingers sank into her. She rocked her hips against Heather's
hand.

"Jesus, Diane, you're really eager."

Diane couldn't answer. She was too consumed with the passion of the
moment.

Heather giggled and withdrew her hand. Diane moaned and gave her a
forlorn look. Heather stepped back and began to strip.

Diane's eyes widened. She swallowed and reached a hand between her
legs, stroking herself lightly as Heather became naked before her. Her
breath caught in her throat when Heather's large boobs spilled from the
bra, and again when her jeans fell and revealed her legs.

"Heather, you're gorgeous," Diane gushed, panting lightly, her fingers
stroking herself faster.

Heather smiled as she shed her panties. "Diane, go get a towel from the
rack near the Jacuzzi."

Diane stopped masturbating. "Huh? A towel?"

"When I said I squirt, Diane, I meant it. I don't want to leave too
much of a mess."

"Oh, right." Diane quickly complied.

Heather took the towel from her. Diane reached between her legs again,
but Heather placed a hand over hers and stopped her.

"I'm going to return the favor, Diane. I want to make you cum myself."

Diane shivered and smiled. "Okay."



The door opened. Sandra smiled, placing her hand on her waist and
tilting her hips. "Hope I'm not too late," she said in a sultry voice.

The man at the door -- someone she had met at church that morning and
whose name she had already forgotten -- smiled lasciviously in return.
"Oh, not at all, the party's just started. Glad you could come over."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, hon," she said, playfully stroking one
of his cheeks with a languid sweep of her hand as she stepped past him.

She entered the living room, where two other men sat before a large TV,
shouting at the football game. Another was wandering in from the
kitchen with cans of beer. Her pussy already tingled in anticipation,
just like it had been programmed to do nearly a decade ago.

She was pulled into their midst. She became wet just from the proximity
of so many virile men around her. They plied her with beer and other
alcohol, but they hardly needed to bother. By the time their attentions
became more aggressive, she was flush more with arousal than drink.

Sandra lost herself to it. It wasn't long before they were pawing her,
stripping her clothing and making her pant with anticipation. Her pussy
was dripping by the time her panties came off. Her nipples throbbed
whenever her tits were grabbed and squeezed.

A cock was stuffed in her mouth. She sucked it eagerly.

She was lowered onto another cock. She was compelled to hump it.

It quickly degenerated into a fuck-fest. Each man had her in turn. She
always had a cock in her mouth or her fingers. One made her use her
tits and came messily over them.

Her pussy grew achy and sore, but she still craved more. She had to
have more. It was her only solace.

When she was this deep into sexual debauchery, the Darkness overlooked
her. It didn't monitor her so closely. She was getting what she needed.
Her sexual addiction had a purpose. It was her tether to Haven. It was
the leash that the Darkness held. But it held the leash loosely when it
believed Sandra in no danger of betraying it, either by thought or
action.

Sandra arched her back and tossed her head, moaning her delight as she
came again. The man between her legs pumped furiously to reach his own
peak. In that space of time, Sandra was free to think.

How much did Richie know? How much had he and his friends found out
about Haven? About herself?

(just go and get your fix)

Richie didn't understand. Sandra was protecting him. Knowledge was a
dangerous thing in Haven. If he knew, she would be forced to tell the
Darkness that he knew. She could not bear the thought of what she might
be asked to do to stop Richie. She already knew of some of the things
that Penny Sovert had done. And things that she might yet do if the
Darkness felt seriously threatened.

(just go and get your fix)

No, it was a lucky guess. It was nothing more than that. She had to fix
that in her head. She had to really believe it. That was the only way
to fool the Darkness. The only way to keep a secret from it was by an
unshakable belief in the exact opposite.

(just go and get your fix)

Sandra's partner grunted and shuddered as his cock throbbed in her
pussy.

It triggered a second orgasm. She moaned deeply, letting the pleasure
fill her, letting it crowd out her forbidden thoughts. It was nearing
the end of the party. She had to be ready if the Darkness reasserted
itself.

She had to keep playing the part of the good little girl.
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