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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: 21 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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Melinda whimpered softly and moaned, her legs spread wide. "Oh yeah ...
mmm ... harder ... oh God ..."

Jason's fingers rubbed Melinda's clit hard enough to chafe her if she
had not been so aroused. Instead, he glided over her pink, swollen
flesh as if oiled, her moisture still copious even after two orgasms.

"Uhhn ... yeah ... more ..." Melinda moaned.

His fingers ached as much as his cock. He had never seen Melinda this
horny. Cassie must have been right about that spell. It had more than
the effect they had desired.

A small part of him, however, enjoyed this turnabout. He had started to
resent how Melinda -- and to a lesser extent, Heather -- were taking
advantage of his submissive streak. For the moment, she was dependent
on him for her pleasure, and he liked having this bit of power over
her. His cock managed to stir once more, despite how spent he felt
emotionally.

"Uhhn! ... Inside me, Jason ... stick your fingers inside me ..."

Jason was getting into it more as his erection recovered. He jammed two
fingers into her tight tunnel and pumped hard. Melinda squealed and
arched her back. She turned her head just as Jason became erect again.
Melinda reached out and seized him in her hand.

"Jesus ... Melinda, I ... uhh ..." Jason groaned.

Melinda's fingers stroked him quickly, and he finger-fucked her faster
in response. Melinda closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her
fingers tightening around his cock. Jason could not have pulled it from
her grip even if he had wanted to.

Melinda uttered a shrill cry as she came. Her cunt squeezed his
fingers, her hips bucking. Her hand fell from his cock. Jason kept
stroking her, trying to prolong her climax as long as possible, hoping
to burn off the rest of her lust. He was sure he couldn't do her again,
even having recovered his erection.

Melinda let out a single, low moan as her orgasm faded. Jason withdrew
his hand and fell onto his back, hoping that she was finally sated.

Melinda rolled onto him. She was still panting, a lingering look of
desire in her eyes. Her hand grabbed his cock again and stroked it
hard.

"Uhhn ... M-Melinda ... I can't do it again ... I ... wait, what ...?"

Melinda kept stroking him as she crawled backwards towards the foot of
the bed. She gave his cock a hungry look before opening her mouth and
clamping her lips around his shaft.

Jason's fingers curled and gripped the blanket, his head tilting back.
He uttered a ragged moan as Melinda's head bobbed. He rose at an
agonizing glacial pace at first despite Melinda's enthusiasm, but it
ramped up sharply when she started using her fingers as well, milking
his cock as hard as she could.

Jason came suddenly, his cock throbbing for a few moments before any
seed spewed forth. Even then it was nowhere near as much as it had been
his first two orgasms. Her cheeks dimpled, fingers kneading his member
as if she were trying to suck him dry. It might not have been too far
from the truth. He simply didn't have very much left to give.

Melinda lapped up what she did get, rolling it around in her mouth as
if savoring it before finally swallowing. She massaged the underside of
his cock with her tongue, coaxing a few more weak throbs from it. One
last drop oozed out, and she licked it up as well.

Melinda drew back, letting his cock fall. She collapsed onto her side
and moaned. "Ohmigod ..."

"Are you all right?" Jason asked, though he was left a little
breathless.

"I think so ... I think it finally wore off."

"I'm sorry, Melinda, I didn't know it would do this."

Melinda nodded absently as she caught her breath. "It's okay, Jason."

"I, uh, hope you enjoyed it."

Melinda stirred and drew alongside him. She smiled faintly. "I did,
even if I was acting like some dumb porn star bimbo. God. I hope
there's a different birth control spell in there."

Jason would not have minded using that spell again, but he kept this to
himself.

Melinda lifted her head suddenly. "Jason ... I thought I heard
something ..."

"I heard something earlier. I thought maybe ..."

"Shh!"

Jason fell silent and heard it as well. A faint moaning sound came
through the wall. He immediately sat up and exchanged a look with
Melinda.

"Someone's in the house with us!" Melinda whisper-shouted.

"It has to be one of the others," said Jason.

"But who?? It sounds like ... wait ... is that Heather? Who's with
her?"

"I'm not sure."

Melinda gasped. "Jason, you better go check! Maybe Brad got to her and
he's fucking her now! Heather might be in trouble!"

Jason did not believe it was Brad that was the culprit, but he wanted
to put Melinda's mind at ease. He nodded and got out of bed. He found
his briefs and slipped them on before heading out of the room.



Heather lay limp, surrendering herself to the moment. Her head lolled
to one side, her lips parted as she panted softly. Her legs were
partially bent, knees to either side, her pussy willing and open.

Diane swirled her tongue around Heather's clit, taking tiny, furtive
licks. She was meticulous, savoring every second that she tasted
Heather's wetness and smelled Heather's intense arousal. It was driving
her own excitement to a fever pitch, her pussy aching to be touched in
return.

For Heather, this was the first time in a long while that it was slow
and easy. Usually she had been in such a frenzy to satisfy her own need
that there was little time for subtleties. She was pleasantly surprised
to find Diane was of the same mindset.

Diane carefully parted Heather's labia with her fingers. She slid her
tongue over the exposed pinkness, playing at Heather's entrance and
flicking more boldly at the tip of Heather's clit.

Heather gasped and arched her back. Diane's tongue wandered slowly
upwards, her licks turning to firm strokes against Heather's engorged
womanhood.

"Oh Diane, that's nice ..." Heather moaned.

A tremor of excitement came over Diane. She had so hoped that Heather
would be pleased. She had wanted this to be special. She had been
worried that having only done this with one other girl would have made
her clumsy and awkward with Heather. Instead, it was turning out just
as she wanted.

She poked a finger at Heather's entrance, teasing it inside her.
Heather moaned and trembled. Diane pressed her lips to Heather's clit
and sucked lightly as first one finger, then two, slipped into
Heather's slick tunnel.

"Uhhn! ... oh God ... yeah ..."

Heather was rising steadily. Diane moaned very softly into Heather's
pussy. Heather felt the faint vibration, and a shiver passed through
her. Diane's knees slid apart. She wished Heather's fingers were
touching it again. Or any other part of Heather for that matter.

Heather's pussy strained as she neared climax. Diane's fingers squished
as they speared Heather's tunnel repeatedly. Heather's moans escalated,
her breathing ragged. Diane sensed Heather was close and withdrew her
fingers from Heather's pussy. She wanted to experience it fully. She
didn't want anything blocking it.

Diane licked Heather's clit furiously. Heather gasped, her back arching
as she rose the rest of the way like a rocket. "Oh God! ... Ohhh! ...
/OHHHH!!/"

Diane closed her eyes and held her breath just a split second before
Heather gushed into her face. She felt the liquid warmth bathe her
cheeks and drip down her chin. Some of it trickled into her mouth, and
she swallowed it eagerly. Heather bucked from the strength of her
orgasm, but Diane kept her face to Heather's mound and her tongue to
Heather's clit.

Heather cried out several times as her pussy throbbed. She let go with
a second, smaller burst of fluid. Diane exhaled a lustful sigh through
her nose as she eased off slowly. By the time she finally drew back,
her face as soaked as the towel between Heather's thighs, Heather was
panting and quivering.

"Oh. My. God."

Diane giggled. "I was told that means you enjoyed it."

Heather propped herself up. "And just who told you that?"

"Melinda."

Heather rolled her eyes, but then smiled. "Yeah, okay, I guess I've
told enough of her secrets, so that's fair. I would have been worried
if you told me Jason said something."

Diane smiled and laughed softly. "No, he's not my type."

Heather started to laugh as well.

/Click./

Heather abruptly stopped. She bolted upright, and her head snapped
around until her eyes were on the door.

Diane blinked in surprise. She glanced at the door as well. "What's the
matter?"

"I thought I heard something."

Diane's eyes widened. "Oh no! You don't think the owner of the house
...."

Heather waved her lover silent. She listened intently for a few
moments. "No, it's okay. I think it was Jason or Melinda coming to
check on us. I don't hear them going at it in the other room. And I
didn't get any precog warning me of any danger."

Diane bent down and cleaned her face on a corner of the towel. When she
looked up, Heather was upon her, a sultry smile on her lips. Before she
could say a word, Heather reached between her lover's thighs and sank
her fingers into Diane's slit.

Diane closed her eyes and exhaled a lusty, needful sigh.

"Still horny, Diane?" Heather asked in a husky voice.

"Uhn ... yes ... "

"Want me to make you cum?"

"God, yes ... please ..."

Heather grinned wickedly. "Say it."

Diane shuddered and moaned. "Please make me cum," she said softly, her
voice barely a whisper. "Please ... uhhn ..."

Heather's fingers penetrated her, hand rocking against Diane's sex.
Diane panted in mounting excitement and pleasure.

"Lie down, Diane, and I'll make you cum ..."



Melinda stared at Jason. "You're joking."

"Well, it looked like Diane to me."

"Oh, wow. I didn't know they were doing it!"

"Guess they are now."

"Maybe that means the bubblehead won't want to go after me so much."
Melinda sighed and shook her head. "Heather's getting really bad,
Jason. She keeps trying to do things to me she promised she wouldn't."

Jason frowned. "She's not trying to enslave you again, is she?"

"No, not really. I don't think she can. But she's getting bossy again,
and it's starting to piss me off."

Jason looked thoughtful. "Did this start Friday afternoon?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Damn. I think Melissa did something to her."

"Jason, sometimes I can see something on her, like something out of the
corner of my eye, but when I go look, there's nothing there. I didn't
think she had an Aura before, but now I'm not so sure!"

Jason nodded. "I'm wondering if these Auras don't tell us the whole
story. You said something similar about Heather when Brad was messing
with her. You saw something that faded once she wasn't being affected
directly by Brad anymore, but even that was just barely there."

Melinda made a face. "This isn't making any sense."

"Well, think for a moment. Is what Brad did really controlling Heather
at all? He didn't force her to do anything, really, he just made her
really horny. That's not strictly direct control. Remember, you told me
you saw something similar on people that Melissa messed with. It was
wispy and disappeared after a bit, so Melissa didn't exercise any
lingering control on them."

Melinda nodded. "Yeah, I remember. But it's as good as control when it
makes you so horny you can't even think!"

"I know, but this may be a limitation of the ability. There are three
types of Auras we can see. One: those controlled directly by the
Darkness, like your Mom or Richie's Mom. Two: those that get their
power from the Darkness but are not technically slaves to it, like
Melissa or my Dad. Three: those who are controlled by those with power
from the Darkness, like Susan Radson. That may be the limit. Other
forms of influence might not show up as well."

Melinda sighed. "I still don't get the difference."

"Well, I admit, I'm only making educated guesses. Sometimes I wish the
House was still there so I could ask Mara about this. Or maybe I should
have talked to Elizabeth Jellison, the one that clued me in about Mara
in the first place."

"So what do we do now?"

"I think we should wait for Heather and Diane. They probably know we're
here anyway."



Diane shuddered and panted hard. Her hands repeatedly clenched and
unclenched as her pussy was teased relentlessly towards final release,
only to be left short. Her cunt ached and strained, her legs quivering,
muscles along the insides of her thighs tightening whenever she grew
close again.

"Oh God ... uhhn ... Heather ... ohhh ..." Diane moaned incoherently.

Heather giggled as she played her fingers inside Diane's slick tunnel,
moving slowly, continuing to tease more than satisfy. Heather had her
lover like this for several minutes now. She was curious about how
submissive Diane would remain. Had the roles been reversed, Heather
would have already asked for relief.

Heather withdrew her fingers. She placed a single fingertip against
Diane's clit and very slowly massaged it. Diane whimpered softly as her
pussy quivered right at the edge of climax.

"Wow, you're close, aren't you?" Heather asked.

Panting hard, Diane nodded and swallowed.

"Isn't this driving you nuts?"

"/Uhnn!/ ... Y-yes ..."

Heather pressed her finger completely against Diane's swollen clit.
Diane shuddered again. "Not even going to shove your hot little pussy
against my hand? You'll cum in a second if you do that."

Diane shivered, as if her body wanted to give in to the temptation.
Heather gave her clit a single stroke. Diane gasped, fingers curling.
Her pussy strained further, but she didn't go over.

Heather looked at Diane in amazement. "Wow. You /are/ enjoying this."

If Diane were able to get her voice to work, she would have explained
to Heather that orgasm denial was a fierce turn-on. She had tried to do
it to herself when she masturbated, but it never worked out very well.
The closest she came was running a vibrating dildo with a weak battery
so the sensations would build up at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Having figured it out for herself, Heather grinned wickedly at Diane,
keeping her finger pressed to Diane's slit and giving it an occasion
slow stroke to keep Diane's pussy within a hair's breadth of release.
"You know, I'll bet there's a spell in the book to do something like
this."

Diane trembled and uttered a lusty sigh. "Oh God ..."

"Something to hold you back from cumming. Maybe until someone told you
that you could."

"Oh Heather ...uhhn ..."

"You'd do anything to cum, wouldn't you?"

"H-Heather ... uhh ... y-yes ..."

"You'd lick my pussy? Maybe suck on my tits?" When Diane did not
respond right away, Heather stroked Diane's clit once, eliciting a
sharp gasp from her lover. "Well?"

Diane reached the end of her endurance. Despite how incredibly erotic
she found Heather's "torture" of her, she was too desperate to
continue. "Y-yes! ... I-I'd do whatever you want ... oh God, Heather,
please ...!"

Heather smiled affectionately at Diane. She dipped her head between
Diane's legs and replaced her finger with her tongue.

Diane's pleasure soared, making any further speech impossible. Her
pussy strained one last time, and then it was as if a dam had burst.
Her cunt muscles clenched as she barreled over the top, her pussy
throbbing so hard that her hips jerked.

Diane was unable to make a sound for the first few seconds, her orgasm
too powerful to let her speak. Finally, her throat unlocked, and she
let out a strident cry. Her fingers curled into the sheets as her cunt
pulsed, Heather's tongue still licking madly.

Diane felt she had achieved an ecstasy that she had seen only in her
dreams. This moment had been everything she had hoped. She had wanted
Heather to be aggressive, and she got it. She had wanted an orgasm that
drove her wild, and she got that too.

Her climax finally wound down. She went completely limp, panting hard
to catch her breath. By the time Heather drew back, her cunt was aching
from having been held so close for so long. She loved it. She hoped the
ache would last the rest of the day. She wanted the reminder that she
had finally consummated her relationship with Heather.

Heather giggled and lay down next to Diane. "Was that good?" she asked
softly.

Diane swallowed and nodded, not able to speak yet.

"Sorry if I went a little overboard. I mean, maybe you're right about
me being uninhibited now, but I still don't want to hurt you."

"No, Heather, it was fine," Diane said, her voice still breathless.
"More than fine. I really enjoyed it. Thank you."

"You really are into that? Denial, I mean?"

"Well, I never did it with someone before, but the idea turned me on."

"Wow. But that must make you feel pretty helpless."

Diane gave Heather a weak smile. "That's the idea, Heather. I know you
probably don't understand."

Heather sat up and shrugged. "So long as you enjoyed it, that's all
that matters."

Diane sat up as well, her breathing normal again. "Um, Heather ... were
you serious about what you said? About ... about using a spell on me?"

Heather nodded. "Only if you want me to, Diane. But I wouldn't mind
doing it, let's put it that way."

"I think I'd like to look and see what I can find in that book."

"If Jason will let us, yeah."

"You think he'll tell us no?"

Heather smiled mischievously. "Well, he'll try. But I'm sure I could
persuade him if I needed to."

Diane nodded slowly, though there was a dubious look to her eyes. "But
Cassie said we shouldn't do that. Jason has that submissive problem
himself. I mean, it's different from mine. He doesn't want it."

Heather did appear to consider for a moment, but then waved a hand of
dismissal. "Look, it's okay, Diane. I mean, you heard him and Melinda
going at it like bunnies in heat. He can't go and use a spell for them
and deny us. That wouldn't be fair."

Diane nodded again. She knew that Melinda could just as easily sway
Jason as Heather could, so it really was not a fair argument. But she
held her tongue and trusted Heather to know what was best, like she
always did.

Heather slid off the bed. "Come on, let's get dressed and go see if
Jason is still here."



Ned was beside himself when Cassie called wanting to go out with him
that afternoon. So it was a disappointment when all she wanted to do
was talk about the book.

"This whole thing is making me uneasy, Ned," Cassie said before taking
a sip of her soda.

"Babe, ya hardly touched yer fries," Ned replied, nodding his head
towards her half-finished fast-food meal.

"Huh?" Cassie looked down. "Oh. I'm not hungry anymore. Ned, I dreamed
about Jason getting the book and then looking at it later on that
evening."

A chagrined Ned nodded. It had been a valiant attempt to change the
topic, but for naught. "So was he cackling and saying things like
'fools, I'll destroy them all'?"

Cassie looked perplexed. "Er, no, of course not. Why would he do that?"

Ned smiled weakly. "It was a joke."

Cassie sighed. "I think you should take this a little more seriously."

"Babe, I would if I knew what ya were talkin' about. Something happen
in yer dream? Jason actin' weird?"

Cassie shook her head. "Nothing like that, but I couldn't help but feel
something was really wrong. Ned, that book may have some power we don't
know about. I mean, /it turns its own pages./ That's creepy just by
itself."

"So, uh ... would ya feel better if, um, no one used it?"

"I wish it were that simple. I tried calling Jason earlier and he was
out. Mrs. Conner said he left with Melinda. I just know they're messing
with that spell that Melinda wanted to try." She shook her head in
exasperation. "Melinda keeps pushing Jason to get what she wants even
after I made her promise not to. Oh, she is so infuriating sometimes!"

Ned just nodded, not knowing what to say. The truth was, he was hoping
to find something useful in that book as well. He wanted something that
could help Cassie feel more comfortable with having sex.

But the trick was going to be getting Cassie to go for it. He didn't
want to use something on her without her consent. Cassie liked him for
what he was and not because he made her like him. He didn't want to
screw that up.

"Ya don't think the book is, like, evil or something?" Ned finally
asked.

"Well, that awful Rite of Power spell is not exactly very friendly, is
it?"

"I jus' mean there might be something useful in it. I mean, it's kinda
like a knife. Sure, ya can stab someone with it, but most of the time
yer gonna just cut yer dinner with it."

Cassie remained silent, looking unconvinced.

"My point is we don't hafta use the worst of 'em."

"And my point is that all the spells in there have to do with mind
control," retorted Cassie. "It boils down to that. How can that be
good?"

Ned hesitated before venturing, "I dunno, babe, mebbe some people like
ta have fun with that sorta thing. I mean, temp'rary. Not like
enslaving people."

Cassie considered this for a long moment and then sighed. "I guess I
just don't see it. Maybe Jason and the others can, since they dealt
with that in the House. I just don't see the fun in having your mind
messed with by someone else. Do you?"

"Er ... nah, I guess not. Yeah, I s'pose yer right," Ned said.

/Well, there goes that idea,/ he thought.



Heather knocked on the door, and then let herself in anyway. "Everyone
decent?"

"Yeah, way to barge in on us, bubblehead," Melinda said, rolling her
eyes.

Heather smirked as she looked at both Melinda and Jason. They sat
across from each other on the bed, fully clothed, the book lying closed
between them. "Not like either of you have anything that I haven't
already seen several times. So you two have fun fucking each other's
brains out?"

Jason blushed faintly, but Melinda made a face at her big sister.
"Maybe. You and Diane boink each other yet?"

Now it was Diane's turn to blush, but Heather just grinned. "Yeah, we
have two very pleased pussies between us."

Melinda's eyes widened and she turned to Jason. "See? It's like what I
said!"

Jason looked at Heather. "From what Melinda's told me, Heather, I think
that something happened to you Friday."

"Diane figured that out, too. I know. Melissa messed with me a bit."

"A /bit??/" Melinda cried.

Heather sighed. "All right, you want me to admit that I'm bossy? Fine.
I'm bossy. You're free to tell me to go to hell if it bugs you too
much."

Melinda was a bit taken aback by this frank admission, and she was at a
loss for a reply. Diane grinned. "That's a first, Heather. Your little
sister is speechless."

"Oh, shut up!" Melinda retorted.

"Heather, I'm a little concerned about this," said Jason. "I don't
think we can protect you from Melissa at this rate."

"Yeah, I know," Heather said in a more subdued voice. "I'm tempted to
play sick tomorrow just to stay home from school. I almost wish she
makes me do something in class that will get me suspended or expelled."

"I doubt it. If Ned was right, Melissa wants to humiliate you."

"What about Diane? Melissa hasn't tried to go after her yet."

"I'd rather she didn't," Diane said. "Not for me, but so I can try to
protect you. Even if it's just fetching Jason and the others if
something goes wrong."

Heather smiled faintly. "I appreciate that, but I don't want you
getting hurt."

"We'll /all/ look after you, Heather," Jason said. "As much as we can,
anyway."

"You sure there isn't something in the book that can help?" Diane
asked. "Um ... maybe I can take a look?"

"I'm pretty sure I used every combination I could think of when I asked
for a protection spell."

"Well, maybe there's something that can be used against Melissa
directly. You know, best defense is a good offense sort of thing?"

"Hey, yeah, Jason!" Melinda said. "Maybe we can give her a taste of her
own medicine!"

Jason considered for a moment. "Well, I'm not sure. I mean, unless
something in here could stop her in one shot, it would likely just make
her strike back at us."

Diane's mind raced. "Uh ... well ... maybe if ..."

Heather smirked. "Way to beat around the bush, Diane. Jason, she wants
to see if there's some fun sex spells in there we can try."

Diane blushed scarlet. "You know, you don't have to tell them
/everything/ ..."

"Really, there's hardly any point in keeping things like this a
secret."

"Yeah, but that's way too much information," Melinda piped, wrinkling
her nose. "I don't want to hear the details, okay?"

"I don't think either of you want to take a chance on these spells,"
Jason said. "Not after what went on just now."

Heather raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What happened?"

"Melinda got a little, uh, frisky when I cast the spell at her."

Heather laughed. "We heard you earlier. That wasn't frisky. That was a
fuck-fest. Look, the runt enjoyed it, didn't she?"

Jason looked at Melinda. Melinda smiled weakly. "Yeah, I enjoyed it.
I'm not sure I want to do that spell too often, but, yeah, the sex was
good."

"So can you let Diane look at the book for a moment? Please?"

Jason hesitated, but then picked up the book and presented it to Diane.
Diane gratefully took it into her hands and sat down on a corner of the
bed.

"Jason, if she wants to mess with it, let her," Melinda said. "If they
screw up and turn themselves into lezzie bimbos or something ..."

"Oh, stop it," Heather said. "We're not stupid. We're not going to use
anything that will mess with us like that."

Diane was not sure where to begin. She was not even sure the book would
know what she wanted. It took a few moments for her mind to settle down
to a single coherent thought: /A spell to let someone control my
pussy./

She flinched when the book opened and the pages flipped.

Melinda tried to peer over Diane's shoulder. Heather waved her back.
"Mind your own business, runt."

"Diane, can you read the descriptions of the spells enough to
understand them?" Jason asked.

Diane's eyes scanned the page. It read: /The pleasure of thy maiden be
at thy whim. If not at thy whim, then none doth commence. If her
pleasure peaks, thou binds her soul more tightly to thy whim./

Diane felt flushed. It sounded like it would actually enslave her the
more Heather used it. That was beyond what she wanted. She turned her
head towards Jason. "Um, yes, I think so. And Heather's right. We just
want to have a little fun with this, that's all."

She tried again. This time she thought about a spell that would let
Heather control her orgasms. The pages flipped, and her eyes came to
rest on another spell. /Bind thy maiden's pleasure firmly to thee. She
shall writhe at thy command, and only thy command doth she stop. Use it
again, and again, and thy maiden shall beg for thy attentions./

Diane sighed. This one was bad in a different way. It sounded as if
using this spell too many times would make Diane addicted to sex with
Heather.

"Find anything?" Heather asked.

Diane looked up. "Um, a few, but I'm not sure it's quite what I want. I
think I need more time to look at this. Can ..."

/Take the book home with you./

"Can ... can I take the book home with me, Jason?"

That had not been what she had set out to say. She was going to ask
Heather if they could stay there a little longer. But taking it home
would be ideal. She could look for the spell in private.

Heather turned to Jason. "So how about it? Can she take it home?"

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea," Jason said slowly.

"Why not? Melissa doesn't know we have the book in the first place."

"I know that, but Cassie said that Susan's mother wasn't sure how long
she could keep resisting Melissa. What if she spills the beans about
giving the clue to us?"

Diane looked back down at the book. Suddenly the pages flipped and
returned her to the first spell she had looked at. She was not sure why
the thought had entered her head. For some reason, she wanted to look
at that first one again.

As she reread it, she felt a small tingle in her nether regions. There
was something alluring about the spell despite its pitfall. The idea of
being Heather's slave was not as scary as she had thought it might be.

She shook her head slowly and forced herself to stop thinking along
these lines. Yet now the pages flipped again, returning her to the
second spell. There again was that tingle of excitement. It would be
something of a thrill to have to rely on Heather for all her sexual
needs.

Diane was confused. Was she more submissive than she had thought? She
was pretty sure she wasn't into the whole mistress-and-slave thing. She
had never thought of Heather in that manner. But now ...

/Show me a simple enslavement spell,/ she thought, and the pages
flipped.

"Well, okay, what if she does?" Heather said. "How is it going to be
any safer with you? Or me? Or Cassie? She's more likely to go after
Cassie anyway since she's the one that Mrs. Radson gave the letter to."

"Yeah, who cares about Cassie, right?" Melinda sneered.

"You know I didn't mean it that way. But Cassie has more protection
than any of us."

"Uh-huh. So glad Nyssa never got to her."

"It's not a fair comparison, actually," said Jason. "We didn't really
know about Nyssa at that point in time. Certainly Cassie didn't. This
time she's forewarned. So I guess I see Heather's point."

"So Diane can keep it?" asked Heather.

"Yeah, I guess so, as long as she can keep it from her parents."

/Ensnare her mind and bind her to thy will,/ the spell in Diane's lap
read. /Thy commands be her desire. Thy commands be her pleasure. She
shall obey and feel pleasure at each task she commences for thee. She
shall feel ecstasy at thy happiness and despair at thy anger./

Diane shuddered. The idea of being completely enslaved to someone
frightened her. Inexplicably, it send a shiver of pleasure through her
as well.

"Is that okay with you, Diane?" Heather called out. "Diane?"

Diane blinked and looked up. "Huh? What? Oh, yes, okay. Thank you. Yes,
I can keep it from my parents. They tend to respect my privacy."

"Still nothing?" Heather tried to peer at the spell Diane had open
before her.

Diane quickly closed the book, blushing. "No, nothing quite yet."

"It's settled then," Jason said as he stood up. "I need to get home. I
want to do some research online and see what I can find out about Mrs.
Radson's mother Jessica. Cassie said she had been there the last time
the Rite was performed. I want to see if I can find out where the Rite
took place."

"What for?" Melinda asked.

"Just in case we need to see it. If it happened in Haven, and I can
find out where, Richie might be able to see it if he stood at that spot
and held the book."

Melinda wrinkled her nose. "Cassie said it was a horrible spell! Why
would you want to see it done?"

"I want to cover all the bases and know what we're up against." While
he would not admit it, he also had some morbid curiosity as to how the
Rite worked. He wanted to see what happened when it was carried to
conclusion.

Essentially, he wanted to see the worst-case scenario: how bad would it
be if Melissa somehow managed to conduct the Rite.

"Well, don't go showing me, I don't want to know!" Melinda piped as she
hopped off the bed.

Diane stood up and tucked the book under her arm. "I'll keep the book
safe, Jason, don't worry."

Jason gave her a small smile. "I know you will, Diane. I trust you."

Diane returned the smile. She felt so much more like part of the group
again.



Melissa was ecstatic. The Rite of Power was almost hers.

She smiled smugly, thinking it was rather fitting that Diane would be
the cause of her own downfall. So Diane was a subbie as well as a
lezzie? She could have fun with this.

Melissa had the least trouble influencing Diane's thoughts over the
others. It had been almost too easy, and she had worried briefly that
Melinda would see an Aura on Diane, however faint. So far, Melissa
appeared safe from discovery.

She had to be careful, however. She would not push Diane any further
until the girl was alone. She had done all she could without arousing
suspicion. Now she simply had to wait until Diane was looking at the
book again away from the others. Then she would have what she wanted.



When Cassie called that evening, both she and Jason exchanged their
misgivings about the book.

"You really shouldn't have let Diane take that book home, Jason,"
Cassie said with a tired sigh.

"I don't think it will cause any harm. I mean, Heather had a good point
about how it didn't really matter which of us had the book," said
Jason.

"I think she just took advantage of you to get what she wanted. Or
rather, what Diane wanted."

"Well, it's pointless to complain about it now." There was an edge to
Jason's voice. He hated not knowing whether he had made a decision
based on the merits of the argument, or if he had let himself be
influenced again.

Cassie dropped the subject, not wanting to antagonize Jason any
further. "You said you wanted to do research on Jessica. Did you find
anything?"

"A little. I know her name was Jessica Belle, and she did live in
Haven. The only thing interesting I found on her was an old article
about the disappearance of four teens in 1948. She was questioned by
the police, but nothing seemed to come of it."

"Four teens? Could that be when the Rite was done the last time?"

"I tried to find more information about it. All I came up with was that
the police were looking to question someone named Agatha Kessru, but
she had apparently disappeared as well. The case went unsolved."

"Jason, any idea /where/ the teens disappeared? Richie would need to
know exactly where to look if he's to get anything."

"I know. But there's nothing about that. They just went out together
one night and vanished. So the Rite could have been held anywhere."

There was a thoughtful pause before Cassie spoke again. "Well, not
quite. What little I had read of the spell said that it had to be
performed along a line of force leading to the node you want to tap."

"But we don't know where those lines are."

"Actually, maybe we do. Or at least one of them. Remember, I saw
Melissa's 'initiation' in my dreams when she acquired her power. It was
up in the picnic area just off the west edge of town. I'll bet that
happened right along one of those lines of force. Strange things seem
to happen where those lines run. Maybe the Rite took place somewhere
near there. If we get close enough to it, Richie's visions might get
stronger and we can sort of home in on it."

"Well, it's worth a shot, anyway. Let's head over there after school
tomorrow and ... wait, Richie has detention starting tomorrow. Damn. We
won't be able to go until later in the afternoon."

"I can do that," Cassie said brightly.

Jason sighed despondently. "Yeah, but I can't. Mom told me today she
wants me home an hour before dinner is ready from now on. I think she's
starting to get wind of some of the 'rumors' about all the sex that's
been going on. You'll have to take Richie by yourself."

"Okay, Jason, I can do it. I can get the book back from Diane while I'm
waiting for Richie to finish his detention."

"That works. Anyway, I have to go. I want to do some more research
before I go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Bye, Jason."

"Bye."



In the darkness, there was a faint electronic noise. A lanky figure
stirred under the covers. There was a rustle, a click, and light
flooded over the bed.

Diane blinked and squinted, the blanket falling away from her
nightgown. She rubbed her eyes and reached under her pillow to silence
the alarm on her watch. She sat still and listened.

There was silence, broken only by a faint rushing noise as the furnace
kicked on.

Diane got out of bed and dropped to her knees. She reached under the
bed and pulled out the book.

Her heart thumped as she cradled it in her arms. She couldn't explain
why, but she felt a rush of excitement whenever she touched it. It was
almost a tangible, physical force, like a weak electric current passing
through her.

She wasn't sure what caused it. Perhaps she was feeling the powerful
magic that went into the book itself. Or perhaps it was the realization
of how much power was at her fingertips. She wanted it to be used on
her, to give Heather control over her.

She stood and paused. No, that was not quite right. She didn't really
want to let Heather control her completely. Just a little. Just for
fun. Just because it sounded like something interesting to do.

Diane climbed back into bed and slid under the covers. She propped her
back against the headboard and lay the book in her lap. Within seconds,
the book snapped open and the pages turned to the last spell she had
looked at, the simple enslavement spell. It was the first thing that
had popped into her head.

She blushed faintly and tried to think of something less extreme. The
pages turned again.

Now she was looking at something similar to the first spells she had
perused earlier. It was another variation of enslaving her pussy to
another. If Heather used this one, Diane would feel sexual pleasure
anytime Heather touched her anywhere on her body.

Pages turned again. This one allowed Heather to affect her pleasure by
just thinking about it.

She found a few more, each one a variation on the last. It was a
complex assortment of effects, and she was not sure which one she
wanted Heather to try first. It would be simpler to have Heather
enslave her.

Diane flinched as the pages turned and quickly returned her to the
enslavement spell.

She swallowed. Her pussy felt warm. No, this went too far, didn't it?
She didn't want to be Heather's slave, did see? She shook her head.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try it. If she didn't like it, she didn't
have to do it again. It was not like these were permanent. The one
Melinda had done to herself, and then the one Jason had cast on Melinda
wore off after a bit. Surely this would as well. There just wasn't a
way to make any of these permanent.

Diane gasped when the pages abruptly turned towards nearly the very end
of the book, and a new spell appeared before her: /Cast upon the
commencement of any Magick to bind it to the soul. Thy Magick shall
remain unchanging and resolute, unless met with greater Magick and
volition. Greater and greater still be the need upon the march of
time./

Diane's heart raced. Spells /could/ be made permanent, and increasingly
unbreakable over time. But they didn't have to do that. It wasn't like
someone could accidentally say the spell, not with as foreign as these
incantations were.

Diane closed her eyes and let out a slow, lustful sigh. Her pussy was
wet. Despite her fear, the thought of her rendered helpless to
Heather's desires aroused her. She shook her head again. She had to
stop thinking about it. She needed something to distract her. Something
....

/The Rite of Power./

Diane opened her eyes. She felt that tingle again, that rush that she
experienced when she had first touched the book. The Rite? Why did she
think of that? That had nothing to do with what she wanted.

She looked down at the book. She admitted she was curious about it.
Certainly she never wanted to see it used, if it were as bad as Cassie
had suggested.

The thought had barely entered her head when the pages of the book
turned, and the Rite of Power was open in Diane's lap.

She peered at the text. It was more difficult to read than the others
had been. It was also very complex. Four victims had to be chosen,
those that had committed some grievous wrong against the caster. They
were to be enslaved to render them compliant. It was important that
they did not resist in the slightest.

More importantly, their enslavement had to result from the
spellcaster's own will. No spell from this book could be used to
assist.

Then a focus was needed. This was an artifact rendered with magic found
elsewhere and worn about the neck. Diane thought Melissa already had
this, as it likely referred to the pendant.

Her hands gripped the book tightly as the spell described a special
receptacle that needed to be created and then prepared with an
incantation. The next part she had to read several times to understand
it, but when she did, she gasped in horror and had to resist the urge
to slam the book closed as Cassie had.

A special spell would be incanted to each victim. This would draw the
"soul" from the person and store it in the receptacle, leaving behind
just a shell, a puppet whose strings were held by the one conducting
the Rite. Then the final incantation would be spoken, and the power
would stream from the node, through the four husks, towards the focus
and hence into the spellcaster's body.

Diane was trembling by the time she got to the end. She understood now
why Cassie thought it so horrible. She panicked at the thought of her
mind ripped from her like that.

She closed the book and took a few deep breaths. She had to calm down.
Her friends would not let this happen. She should forget about it.
Melissa did not know the spell and would never find it.

Her fears ebbed. She looked down at the book. It had already turned
again to the enslavement spell.

Letting out a sigh of relief and renewed desire, she perused the erotic
spells one by one. It was not long before one hand slipped under her
panties, and the sound of pages turning was joined by soft moans.



Melissa was was so frustrated she could scream, and she thumped her
fists against the mattress once in her anger. The glowing emerald eye
in her pentacle pendant cast an eerie radiance over her bed.

The spell was far more complex than she had thought. The utter nonsense
of having to prepare this receptacle alone was bad enough. But the
worst of it was the restriction on how she took her victims. Diane had
glossed over it in her own mind, but for Melissa it had stood out very
clearly.

Melissa had to use her own power to control all four. She could not use
a spell. In fact, this was the overall tone of the whole Rite, that it
would grant greater power only to one who already could wield power. It
was a Rite of passage as well as of power.

Taking control of Heather and Diane while keeping control of Susan and
Ann would tax her power to its limit. She would have to release
everyone else from her control. If she took Heather and Diane too
early, Susan's mother might interfere, or help the Harbingers to ...

/Take her out of the way./

Melissa flinched. The eye in the pentacle glowed brighter.

The voice was stronger than it had been the last time it had spoken to
her. She grasped the pendant in her hand, shadows briefly playing
against the sea of green. Light spilled from between her fingers.

"I don't understand," she asked into the green-tinted dimness. "I won't
have the power to control her."

/Take care of her before you enslave the others. Changer her. Like you
did Ann. Like you did Heather./

Yes, she had changed Ann by making her incapable of lying. And then
Heather, by loosening her inhibitions. But Ann had been easy. She had
been so weak-willed to begin with, and Melissa's power had been so
focused that there had been no hope of resistance. And Heather had been
easy as well. It was only a small change, performed at a moment of
weakness.

But Susan's mother had defenses. She still held out against Melissa
even now.

/You are strong enough. You can get past it./

"I've tried!" Melissa cried. "I can't!"

/You have not tried. You have not used all your strength. Push as hard
as you can./

"I could damage her mind. I could fuck her up so badly that ..."

/Then so be it./

Melissa sat absolutely still. Her fingers tightened around the pendant.
It seemed to glow even brighter in response.

/Better for her to be mindless than to interfere with the Rite./

Melissa swallowed. Her heart thumped, blood rushing in her ears.

/You want power. The Rite will give you that power. Everything else is
secondary./

Melissa slowly nodded.

In her mind's eye, Diane set the book back into its hiding space. The
light died, the room slipping into darkness once more.

Melissa took a deep breath and let it go as a slow sigh. She lay back
down, and tried to go to sleep.
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